photos from Seattle Weekend

I'm not sure what that look on my face is exactly, but I'm pretty sure what it means.














Beer in one hand, girl in the other...

FR -- Fado Irish Bar

Nothing groundbreaking tonight. Opened about 8 sets, only two interactions worth going into any detail. Both were at an Irish Pub downtown called “Fado”.

HBKoreanHoopEarrings

I was walking back from the bathroom and saw an Asian 2-set, one of them in a miniskirt and really cute. I used to be really into Asian girls but now, not so much. Still, she was pretty hot. I choded out and walked right past them back to my wing however. A few seconds later I recognized my chodely behavior and heard began to imagine Tim chewing me out about it (already one week since the bootcamp but the effect lingers, which is a good thing!). They were surrounded by 3-guys, and to be honest they were a bit intimidating (tall & tattooed). I decided I was going in anyway, but I waited until the guys broke off a bit (still confronting my fear in this regard). The chance came and I took it. The opening was ok, and I proceeded to claw the hot girl and touch her big hoop earrings. The ug, who within seconds would become a cockblock of deluxe proportions, chided me for touching her earrings. I fell into the frame and said something like “no, she likes it”.

It gets better (worse actually), they said they were Korean and in the spirit of being uninhibited I said the first thing on my mind “oh, I thought you were Japanese”. Hmm…apparently Koreans don’t like being mistaken for Japanese. Hahaha…fuck it was downhill from there. I looked over to my wing about 15 feet away but he was oblivious. At this point the cockblock, now a deluxe flaming cockblock in full bloom, actually placed her arm between me and the hot girl. I yelled over to my wing to come over, at which point the cockblock grabbed the hottie and pulled her out of there. Nice.

This is the 2nd time in one week an ugly Korean girl has literally dragged her hot Korean friend away from me. Last week, I was actually holding on to one wrist and the cockblock had her other wrist and the cockblock won out (I didn't’ want to tear the poor baby in half…these girls are skinny).

Lessons: Obey the 3-sec rule. See a hottie, go right in. No choding about. “Tip of the spear”, etc. Also, don’t tell Korean girls you thought they were Japanese.

HBRussianNameICantRemember

The second set was a large female set (maybe 7 girls) seated or hovering around a table. Turned out to be a bachelorette party, though a low-key one. I made the same mistake as above, noticing them as I walked by, continuing to walk, then eventually manning-up and going in. I’m going to have to give myself a mission of just opening my mouth within 3 seconds of seeing an attractive woman, and to hell with whatever nonsense comes out of it.

This interaction went a lot better, we were talking for maybe 10 minutes, and I used the “you’re my girlfriend for 5 minutes” role-play. Unfortunately my wing was only occupying 2 of the other girls, and pretty much the whole table was sitting watching me hit on their cute friend (we were both standing near the end of the table). It was like I was performing in front of a fucking audience! At one point I tried to drag her off by the wrist but she didn't budge. Eventually I talked myself into a dead-end and ejected. The final nail may have been when I asked for her # and she said, “I bet you don’t remember my name”. I didn’t . I replied, “I bet you don’t remember mine”, but then she immediately blurted it out and I was like, “shit”. I remembered it was weird Russian name so I just stammer “Katrina?”. She replies “Nope.” Damn, I gotta calm down and remember names. Being more in the moment will help that.

I may have had mild attraction (again, I can hear Tim saying to me, “nah dude, she liked you…be persistent”)…lesson here is to stay in until they fucking tell you to get the hell away. LOL She was pretty cute too.

QFC Check-out line

I didn’t go out specifically to game last night, but I did open 2 girls, one on the bus in the morning, another in line at the supermarket…the latter is worth a mini-FR. I’m standing in the checkout line, and a blonde girl walks over to the next checkstand, but it has a basket pointed up indicating, I guess, it’s closed. So she meanders into line behind me and I go “Ahh…you fell for the old ‘basket-up’ trick, eh?” She laughs and drops her Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. I pick it up for her…she doesn't have a basket but instead is doing a delicate balancing act hugging about 6 items to her chest (thus the dropping of the ice cream). I’m holding the ice cream and saying “ok, let’s see, where can we fit this in”, and eventually I sandwhich it in her folded arm next to some fruit.

Nothing really spectacular about this, I didn’t claw her in the grocery line (I should have), in fact I didn’t really kino after the ice cream maneuver, but what stood out for me was how ON and playfully talkative I was without really trying or thinking about it too much.

As I finish paying and am about to leave, I ask her name and tell her mine. I then say “Let’s get a drink tomorrow night.” She mentions she is working at a nearby bar tomorrow, but I’m welcome to stop by. So that was tonight, but unfortunately I’m was so wiped today I just choded out at home (I’ve been out every night since BC plus I started a new job on Tuesday, so I’m pretty drained). I have to get more sleep and keep my energy level up, as Thursday is going to be one of my regular 4 nights out.

Helo

Noc Noc 80s night deluxe!

Tonight I was at a club in downtown Seattle called Noc-Noc…Tuesday is 80s night, and there are usually a few hot girls plus a shitload of gay dudes and chodes, so it’s a half-decent setting for a Tuesday night. I was out alone, which I'm kind of getting used to and liking.

Within minutes of entering the club I hit the dance floor. I wanted to open a set first thing but didn’t really see anything so I thought I’d just dance to Duran Duran like and idiot and practice not giving a fuck what anyone thinks! Woo! I wasn’t quite in state yet. There is a 2-set dancing with a HB7, I go over and do the cyclone. She laughs and is like “do it for my friend” (I’ve been getting this response a lot, which I think means I’m being a good entertainer but I’m not projecting enough sexual intent). I claw her on the dance floor and say it was just for her, but the friend is an ug and I feel bad so I say ok, if she’s your good friend I’ll make an exception. For a few seconds I have them both clawed, one on each side of me…fuck yeah! But I don’t have the nerve to sustain or escalate so I let go. Chode in Def Leppard shirt who was trying to dance with them before me yells out to me “Hey man, what does your shirt say”. My shirt says “I’m huge in Japan”, I just opened my jacket a bit to show him then turned away. Agghh…WTF I totally choded out there, but I didn’t even realize it at the time. Fuck! A great response occurred to me minutes later: I should have yelled back “it says I eat Japanese pussy”.

HB80s

I see this cute HB7 in a tight pink shirt, miniskirt, black tights, and boots…totally 80s style. I open by saying she looks like a girl I dated in high school. She replies “sorry”. I back off but re-open a few minutes later with something, and claw her for a few seconds. I also put my arm around her back and do some lame dance move that has no business being seen on an 80s dance night, but whatever. She’s still hanging around, but her friend comes in and drags her off to the bar.

Ten minutes later I’m back on the dance floor, and I see she is sitting in the bar area. I twice catch her looking at me. Then “Billie Jean” comes on…and she runs out to the floor. I go over to her and say “Hey, are you following me?”. She replies “yeah, I saw you out here.” We dance some more, and do a moonwalk challenge…I do some silly sideways-like moonwalk move I learned in salsa class. After the song ends I make my move:

“Hey, come with me for a second”

I grab her wrist and drag her off the dance floor.

“Hey, I gotta leave soon, I wanna see you again in a place where it’s easier to get to know each other. Gimme your #.”
“No.”
(I look at her)
“Gimme your #.”
“No.”
“On a scale from 1 to 123, how adventurous are you?”
“4.”
“Oh man, now I don’t want your #.”
“OK, meet me tomorrow night at Barca.”
“No.”
“Man, I like a girl who says no…most girls are like (and I proceed to mock girls making excuses).”

She is still standing there with me. I had just dragged her by the wrist off the dance floor away from her friends. She is saying no but isn’t leaving. Duh…Duh…of course she was into me. I just gave up to easily and early! I choded out just saying “alright maybe see you here next week”. Gave her a slight playful push and I left. I wanted to fuck her pretty bad…I just didn't know what to say or do next.

So, I know hindsight is 20/20 but here’s one way I might have played it, and hopefully writing a FR about this will help me break out of chode mode once and for all. I’m thinking I should have just played the “no” game, continuing to ask her a series of escalating questions to the point that it’s ridiculous. Example:

“OK, meet me tomorrow night at Barca”
“No”
“OK, let’s go outside and make out”
“No.”
“Let me rip your stockings off with my teeth”
“No.”

etc…getting more sexual but in a playful way, until she either leaves or…or not. I had the feeling that it was really ON with this girl, and she may have just stood there saying “No” to every question I asked. At the very least this would have been good for me to push my comfort zone and practice expressing my sexual intent, even if she did walk off in a hussy.

Any thoughts on this guys??

Final thoughts:

I’m still trying to rid myself of the bad habits I picked up during my days doing indirect method (mostly Mystery Method style). My comment about not wanting her # may have been an example of the “indirect” bullshit still floating around in my mind.

I need…
More: self-amusement
Less: result-focused

JohnnyRotten, preparing for the “Deluxe Summer of Destiny”

Dropping Indirect Approach into the Trash Bin

Sort of had an epiphany of sorts the last week...indirect game isn't working for me, and I don't really enjoy it. The times I've done direct, it's been more real and I felt better about the interaction despite the result. So I've basically decided to go direct or semi-direct from now on. I won't always open with "Hey, you're cute" or the equivalent since that's not always tactful with a group, but I'm going to use opinion openers sparingly if ever. Even if I do open somewhat indirect, I'm going to segue immediately into direct-style stuff (with 30 seconds of opening).

Went out tonight alone after dancing some salsa. Being a Monday night in Seattle I didn't expect to find much. Popped into Linda's and opened a seated 3-set. Hooked pretty well, and one girl was somewhat cute (6, nothing great). I was more the entertainer guy, however, and did not really project any sexual interest to the HB6. I should have at minimum sat down next to her but instead sat down across from her. Just wasn't thinking while I was talking. Note to self...sit next to the hottest girl in the set.

Headed on over to Havana, where there was a 2-set in a booth. Another 6, French girl. They hooked but again I was sitting across from both of them, and mostly talking with the other girl so my target was playing with her phone. I think I've been programmed to do this, ignore the target/girl of interest, from all the time I've spent doing Mystery Method. I've got to break out of that habit since I think it's really killing my game and preventing me from getting !-closes. Again, note to self...start just blatantly hitting on the girl you like, and to hell with whoever is watching or what they think about it. No, wait, even better...picture the girl ass-up on my bed, me fucking her doggy-style, while I'm talking with her in set. That should get the message across. :)

Prepare for the Deluxe Summer of Destiny...

SV

Return to Noc-Noc

OK, I don’t think Mexico Part II is ever gonna be written, but trust me you’re not missing much. I’ll say this much, we opened 3 hot HOT Mexican girls walking out of a club. I didn’t expect them to know much English but turns out they were pretty fluent. As they were climbing into the cab (this was about 3am) I yelled out “where you from?” “Mexico.” I replied “Duh, I know that, what part?” “Mexico City.” Wow…if they are any indication of what kind of chicas can be found in DF, I wanna get my ass down there.

Was out last night with wing Comfort. Got some sushi at Wann but the place was kinda dead in terms of girls (or people for that matter). We headed over to Noc Noc round 10:30pm…Tuesday is their 80s dance night and usually has a decent crowed (some cute girls, and most of the guys there are gay, so relatively speaking it’s a good sarging venue). They had “Cannonball Run” playing on the flatscreen behind the bar. That film is pure genius…why can’t they make movies like that anymore??

In line for drinks, Comfort gets opened by a not-so-pleasing-to-look-at Vietnamese woman. We’re not even sure she was a woman…she was very aggressive though. I spied a girl sitting alone over on the couch, went over and sat next to her and opened. She had a ring on her ring finger and when I asked about it she said she was engaged. I plowed anyway…a few minutes later she says “I’m not actually engaged to a person.” Hmm…that’s a good sign, if a bit strange. I asked her what she meant and she went off on some mystical hippie-esque monologue about being engaged to an ancient goddess. Uh…. I found her somewhat attractive, maybe a 6, and I probably coulda pushed for a make-out. I probably should have, but I ejected, wanting to hit the dance floor to find hotter girls.

Nothing much happened on the dance floor. There was a hot 2-set (HB8+) but I didn’t have the balls to open. Headed back to the bar, and asked a HB8 if she was in line.

HBFrizzHair: Yeah, I’m in line.
Mackie: You shouldn’t be leaning against the seat, someone might jump in front of you.
HBFrizzHair: I wouldn’t let them.
Mackie: What would you do?
HBFrizzHair: I’d charm them with my smile and eyes (or some such shit).
Mackie: Oh, I thought you were going to say you’d hit them with a hook and jab (I very gently punch her shoulder while saying this).

After a few more seconds she mentions she’s a dancer. She looks like a salsa teacher I had a few years ago so I asked if it was her…she syas “no, I’m a stripper”. (!) This threw me off a bit but not as much as it would have before, but I thought I had to focus on not playing into her frame. So I acted a bit disappointed when she said this, saying “ah, that’s too bad, I thought you were a salsa teacher”. I think at this point I had some fleeting attraction, but my kino was minimal, and my mind was blanking on things to say. I blurted out some more stupid shit but I felt like I was beginning to supplicate a bit. When we reach the bar I test her by opening another girl (not nearly as hot as FrizzHair). I wanted to see if I could create a jealously plotline and if she would re-engage me. No go. She got her drink and wandered off. I think I was close though. Ironically, the other girl thought HBFrizzHair and I were together. LOL

On my way home I popped into Linda's and opened a girl waiting for the bathroom. Nothing big, except I went into a bar on my own and opened a set. Small but important step...

SV

Donde son las chicas?

A little over a week ago, Gee and I decided to escape the Seattle gloom and take off to Mexico for a week. Coincidentally, we were both starting new jobs this week, and thus had some time off. We bought 2 tickets for Puerto Vallarta and left the following day.

BEACH GAME

One of the reasons I wanted to go to PV was to surf. It also happens to be a major party-town right on the beach, although not of overblown proportions like Cancun. Our first full day there we rented a car and drove an hour north to a beach called Sayulita. It’s rather unique as a surf spot because even though there are some excellent surfers who live in the area, there’s also a ‘mellow’ vibe toward beginners. It’s also got tons of girls and a restaurant right on the beach. You can't really ask for more!

Unfortunately it was high tide and the only good break was in the rocky area. I was out for an hour and when I returned to hand the board off to Gee, I saw him chatting up some girl in a bikini a few feet away. He came over, took he board, and told me it was my turn to entertain her. He also mentioned she spoke some Japanese, so I went over her and said to her in Japanese “Hey, I hear you speak some Japanese”. She laughed and I sat down and we chatted for about 20 minutes. My game was pretty weak, mostly ‘question train’ stuff like where she was from etc. HBFreckles, as I’ll call her, turned out to be a bartender from Hawaii who works for a few months then takes off and travels for weeks on end. Even though my game was off, she was giving IOIs and at some point mentioned that her and her friend might take a boat to a remote island with a good surf break, and invited us with them! Wow. Unfortunately she didn’t know what day, and Gee and I were staying at a hotel 40km south, and leaving Friday. I gave her our contact info, but nothing came of it. It didn’t take me long to realize that I probably had a shot at closing her that afternoon, but the logistics woulda been a bit challenging (plus Gee was out at sea on his longboard and I had to watch our wallets and shit). My biggest screw-up was not kino-ing her (I have trouble kino-ing girls in bikinis…I MUST get over this!!).

TUESDAY NIGHT ON THE MACELON

Most of the clubs in downtown PV are on the “Macelon”, a cobblestone street that runs along the beach. It’s awesome. The clubs have dance floors on open-air patios overlooking the ocean. There were a lot of American girls, about half of whom seemed to be accompanied by their parents! (remnants of spring break perhaps) I opened a 5-set walking out of one club, stopping them, pointing to Gee and saying “Hey guys, I want to introduce you to my friend…this is the guy, behind the guy, behind the guy” (from ‘Swingers’). It actually opened well and I immediately segued into talking about one girl’s bracelet, when her MOM (!) interrupted me. I had know idea they were so young, my guess is 19? I tried to befriend the Mom but they walked off. Pretty hysterical.

Meanwhile, Gee had run into a Mexican guy, Rafael, he met earlier. Rafael was handing out tickets to a nearby strip club, but he was actually a cool guy and we ended up hanging out with him the rest of the night. It was already about midnight, and we walked over to the old quarter to hit a more mellow club with live music. I opened 2 sets there, one HB6 with her Mom (again, I didn’t realize at first), then a 2-set near the bar. I wasn’t really into the girl but Rafael liked the blonde so I opened for him and then winged while he chatted up his target (he came in, I introduced him, and his first action was to do the European-style double-cheek kiss on his target…nice!). Gee meanwhile had found a cute French girl and was doing great with her. We ended up bouncing her to another bar, but didn’t bother with the 2-set. About 3am, we hit up a street vendor for some tacos, hung out in the 70-degree night for a while, then said our good byes and headed back to the hotel.

We had only been there 24 hours and had already put in a good days’ worth of surfing and befriended two locals. This isn't all about 'game' or fucking HBs to me...it's about having a good time, making new friends, and getting the most out of life. I want to make every day as fun and interesting as this last 24 hours I described here...to me that's what this is really all about.

Part II coming soon...

SV

Forget everything you know!

The only Pick-Up Guru that counts:



LOL. TD posted a link to this on the BPDC thread on RSD nation. I grew up watching this shit. Too funny.

"If you have not tried it, do not knock it."

SV

Google Chat Game

Man, I need to get a job...

This is a girl I met last summer from match.com. Never closed, we just sorta LJBF'd each other. She's really flaky so I stopped contacting her...she writes to me on google chat this morning (HB-A, 24yo, HB-7):

HB-A: hey buddy, how have you been?
me: hey, pretty good...how 'bout you?
HB-A: not bad, just feeling like a dumbass all the time
are you working? I can't remember if you're globe trotting or working
me: why do you feel like a dumbass? You're not you know? :) Smartass, perhaps... :)
HB-A: well my job is like, "wtf....?"

. . .

[I told some story about some dumb-ass jokes my friends and I pulled on Sat night]

HB-A: hahaha, that would be hilarious
me: just think, if we put our minds to work to benefit humanity...what a waste :)
HB-A: =) you're so funny
hey you're not dating someone, are you?
me: nope
actually I'm on match again :)
wait, I mean :(
HB-A: hahaha, How do you mske your profile invisible?
me: click on "not visible" or something like that
HB-A: ah, i need to do that. I keep getitng winks from scary men
andmessages from 24 year olds and you know they're retards

me: aren't you 24?
sorry :)
cheap shot
haha
HB-A: yeah but I like my men older
me: have you been doing any salsa lately?

. . .

me: what's your curfew these days?
HB-A: early, like 10 or 11pm
me: well, if you want to get a drink this weekend, I'd be up for it.
HB-A: I don't like to be super tired and groggy the next morning
me: well, I should get going...if you are free Friday night, lemme know...
later....
HB-A: bye bye!

Hmm...I thought I had her. Sounded like she was dropping some serious innuendo but she didn't jump at my offer for a date. I guess I actually need to pick up the phone and call her. That would require getting off my couch...damn it!

SV

Post LMR text-message game

Short background. Girl I met last Tuesday from match. She is early 30s, about a HB6. I could take her or leave her, but she's good enough to fuck so naturally that was my goal. Kiss-closed on Tuesday night.

Meet her late Friday for drinks. In a bar. Walk her home, ask for glass of water at her building, get into her apartment, making out, LMR. She hints it's time for me to leave so I go. Damnit!

She texted me Saturday about meeting that night but I said I was busy. :)

Tonight (Sunday), she text me and the following hilarious conversation ensues:

[9:07pm] HB-J: Do you think we should go out again?

[10:09pm] SV: No. But no hard feelings.

[10:10pm] HB-J: Can I ask why?

[10:14pm] SV: Hmm, since you asked I thought u feel the same. Dunno do u feel a spark? I'd like to hang out again, just no rush into anything.

[10:20pm] HB-J: The truth is that I am attracted to you, yes. I apologize if I come off differently- I tend to be a little guarded until I get to know and trust someone-and a little shy too. I was actually out of my comfort zone on Friday night, but didn't want you to know it.

[10:21pm] HB-J: I am sorry you don't feel the same, but do wish you the best.

[10:34pm] HB-J: But wait. If you didn't feel anything.- why did you kiss me? Or is that just what guys do?

[10:47pm] SV: Sweetheart, I am attracted to you. We just seemed 2 be lacking chemistry. I'd like 2 meet you again, but no pressure. You should meet more guys.

Too bad I wasted this on a 6. :)

SV

FR: Unintentional negging?

Nothing of groundbreaking import happened over the weekend. Was out on Saturday night with wings Spin and Hammerhead, and the venue was actually quite good. I opened about 10 sets total, but didn't plow very far except for a few. I'm expecting a major breakthrough coming...I can feel it, but I know it's going to require a final push to get me to the next level.

One set is worth mentioning...a seated 4 set (all girls) I opened immediately after walking in. The opener was neutral, I don't think it went very well, but not badly either. Then I turned to one of the 2 cute girls (by cute I mean HB6, maybe 7 but that's a stretch) and used a variation of the "eyebrows routine." I believe it went something like this:

You know, you have a very expressive face.
Really?
Yeah, have you ever done any acting?
No.
Hmm...let's see, can you move your eyebrows independently? Try it..
No.

At that point one of the ugs chimed in with something. The set wasn't going well, so I ejected. I was still in warm-up phase and there were better sets in the bar.

Skip ahead 2 hours. By this time Gee had joined us. We were about to take off, but I went over to the 4-set to say goodbye. They were right next to our table and I just wanted to gauge them a bit more. They were quite bitchy and stand-offish, so I dismissed it and headed back. After we left, Gee lingered and asked the 4-set why they disliked me so much. Apparently, all 4 started bitching that I insulted their friend by saying something about her eyebrows. :) Huh...interesting.

I love this kind of feedback. I think what happened is that I went into the set thinking I'd have to raise my value for them, and so was pretty cocky with my vibe. From their perspective, they saw this high-value guy come in, and then proceed to insult their friend, albeit in a subtle way. These are the kind of situations that require calibration, and as I have only been sarging sporadically of late, I'm not surprised there was a misunderstanding. Don't get me wrong, it's also rather hysterical, but I can learn from it too.

A takeaway for me is that alot of girls are *very* self-conscious about anything having to do with their appearance. It doesn't take much to neg...apparently asking a girl if she can move her eyebrows independently can be construed as a subtle neg. If I had said this to a HB9 it probably would have generated a good deal of attraction, but your HB6 may not have the self-esteem to deal with it.

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On a different note...baseball season is just around the corner. One of my favorite players, despite being a Yankee, is Derek Jeter, who was interviewed in Men's Health magazine this month. He had a quote that for some reason really struck a chord with me:

"I remember going from rookie ball to A, to double A, then to triple A. At every level it seemed like the game was faster. The bigger the situation, the more the game speeds up. That's all mental. It messes people up. You think, 'I've got to do this, I've got to do that,' when in reality, all you have to do is the same thing you've always been doing. Slow it down. Realize you've been in this situation before. You've been successful in this situation before. Be calm. The more you can do that, the more pressure you take off yourself and the easier it is to perform."

What struck me is that the same concept can be applied to gaming chicks. Approaching a HB6 in a mellow bar is the equivalent of rookie ball. Then as you up the ante, and eventually start approaching HB9s in clubs and more intimidating venues, it's as though you're a step away from major league ball, if not there. And at that level, there is so much more shit going on. I think Mystery described the shit tests that happen during a sarge with a HB10 like a game of speed-chess with a grandmaster. I like Jeter's advice...stay calm, slow it down, and do the same thing you've always been doing.

Article:
http://www.menshealth.com/cda/article.do?site=MensHealth&channel=fitness&category=sports&conitem=c295eb53bd0a8110VgnVCM20000012281eac____

SV

High Times at the LoFi -- Part II

Part II – Next Time, I will claw early and often

FR for Sat 3/8/08

Hammerhead and I get to LoFi about 10:30. There are 2 girls talking near the entrance…they are cute, but AA got the best of me and I didn’t open. We saunter into the club, and though it’s still on the early side the place is rockin. They’ve got 2 DJs spinning old skool funk and soul…very cool danceable shit.

The club has an odd, but favorable layout. Near the entrance is the main bar, and next to it a small dance floor. Then down a long hallway there is a bigger dancefloor, with a loft-like feel. Unfortunately this back room tends to get very hot and sweaty (I guess that can be good in some ways too).


Warm-Up Sets

We head toward the back, and there a few girls waiting in line for the women’s room. With TD’s lectures still in the back of my mind, I make up my mind that instead of running standard openers I’m just going to say shit and try for emotional spikes:

“Excuse me, I’m on the restroom line satisfaction committee, can you tell me about your experience tonight in this line?”

Yeah, first thing that pops into my head. I was very playful with it, and it got a laugh and opened quite well actually.

Near the bathroom, there is a small merry-go-round horse right where the line ends (yeah, it’s kind of an artsy-fartsy place). The horse is supported by springs, it kind of looks like those cheap rides they used to have in malls a few, um, years ago. Anyway, to another girl in line:

“Hey, I’m sorry but the club policy is that you have to ride the horsie for 3 minutes before you are allowed to use the women’s room.”

These girls aren’t great looking, I’m just trying to set the tone for the night by opening a lot of people, and being a bit of an ass but in a playful way.


Need.....to.....Escalate!!

It’s about 11:00, and people are streaming in the door, pretty incredible. My other wing Gee arrives, and we give the front room a try. At the bar, there is a HB6 next to me with a Chinese character tattoo on her arm.

Mack: “Hey, you know your tattoo says ‘kill white people’ right?”
HB: “No, it doesn’t!”

Opened well, we banter for a few minutes, I didn’t run any real game. A very hot Asian girl is at the bar, HBRollerGirl. I open with kino saying I like her bracelet. We talk about roller skating and how it was so popular back in the 80s and stuff. She was hooked and this was my first real chance of the night with a girl I was very attracted to. I opened strong, but after about 10 minutes the set fizzled. I realize now I didn't escalate enough, and it’s beginning to sink in that if you don’t do this girls don't want to waste their time, especially in a club environment.


Bathroom Line AMOG-ing

In a different bathroom line, a long one, and there is a HB8 in front of me. Blonde and tall. I open with some comment, she responds, and then next thing I know the guy in front of her jumps into our conversation. I didn’t think they knew each other, I guess he just didn’t have the balls to open her and waited until some other guy did so he could leech onto the conversation. I wasn’t going to let this one go, start touching her wrist and admiring her bracelet. It was damn cool bracelet, she took it off to show me and it was like a half-dozen of those magician’s rings. The chode in front was still trying to get in on our conversation, so I upped the kino and ran a ring finger routine, touching her and her fingers, and basically just ignoring the chode without ever saying a word to him or acknowledging that he exits. It worked, she was turned toward me, and we had a good interaction, until it was her turn to use the bathroom. I got her name as she was coming out and I was going in, but I didn’t re-open her later.


Dance Floor Game (or lack thereof)

Hammerhead left around midnight since he had a ski trip the next morning. Gee and I are again in the back room, and there’s a 2-set standing just off the dance floor talking. It’s too loud to run any game based on conversation, it’s pretty much dance or stand there and drink beer. I go up to them and say, “hey, we were wondering if you girls would dance with us. My names is ‘Mackie’”. I was almost old-fashioned about it, but I said this confidently, and it worked. I introduced Gee, we chatted for a minute, then I took my target, HBMiniSkirt (god she had great legs), by the hand and walked her to the dance floor.

We danced for about 10 minutes. I kino’d a bit, asked her if she knew any salsa, spun her around. Gee and her friend were next to us, but my target was facing me, though not reciprocating any kino. I didn’t know what else to do. She wasn’t really making eye contact much, and I felt my only option was to go caveman, but I didn't think it would have been welcomed.

A brief digression. I actually just realized as I was writing that last sentence my ‘mistake’: when I was listening to the Ozzie mp3 earlier in the day, he emphasized that a big mistake guys who don’t close make is that they wait for signals that are never going to come. They need to just go for the close, in this case I shoulda just grabbed her and kissed her, yeah, for real! But I didn’t because I was afraid of pissing her off and losing her. And this is exactly what Ozzie said guys do, ie, that is their mistake, they are afraid of losing a chick they don’t even have, thus they don’t take chances. Wow…talk about an epiphany. I guess writing FRs and analyzing the key moments in a night does really serve a practical purpose.

Back to HBMiniSkirt – after 10 minutes of ‘dancing’ they said they were going to the front room. End of that sarge. See paragraph above.


Dance Floor Game -- Take 2

We’re back in the front room. At this point I’m really in state, and I sit down next to a tall brunette (HBBrunette) and open with something, I don't even remember what. I’m opening now without even thinking about it, within 3 seconds…the way it should be done and it feels great. My vibe must have been good because she immediately hooked. We chatted for a few minutes and then she introduced me to 2 of her girlfriends next to her, they asked me to scoot down a bit so they all could join us on the couch. Her friend has a camera and takes a photo of me and my target, with my arm around her. I’m thinking it’s on and I’m going to get a #-close at least.

HBBrunette looks at the photo and says:

HBBrunette: Hey, you look great but not so much me. I’m not very photogenic.
Mackie:Actually, my younger sister is the photogenic one, it’s rare that I look good in a photo.
Really?
Yeah, are you the older or younger sibling?
Older.
My younger sister got the looks, I got the brains.
[pause]
But apparently you got both the looks and the brains.
Oooohh…nice recovery!
Yeah, you should be careful around me, I can be so charming sometimes it’s dangerous.

Not sure what my exact word were in that last line, but something to that effect, hopefully a bit more eloquent. At this point I’m sure I had some decent attraction from her. We talked about dancing, I figured I could up the ante kino-wise. But for some reason they wanted to go to the back room, down the long hallway, rather than dancing on the floor right in front of us. Mistake #1 – I agreed.

Is this really a mistake? Yeah, I think so, at this stage in the sarge at least. Boy suggests A, girl suggest B, boy says ok let’s do B…not good. Kind of like failing a shit test.

Mistake #2 – traversing down the long hallway to get to the other dance floor. We stood up, she’s about as tall as me and her friend is 2” over me. My wing is nowhere to be found (dude?). I thought, “do I take her hand and lead her there, it’s like on the other side of the club…that would be along awkward walk”. This might be total BS, ie, it may have been possible to do this and even a good thing, but that’s what my AFC thought was at that moment. So I walk in front of them, and they are following but at a distance. I spot Gee and fill him in on what’s going on. We eventually all make it to the dance floor. I try some kino and spinning her and stuff, but I sense the vibe has changed for the worse. After 5 minutes she says they are heading home. I try to #-close but she says something I can’t understand, but I know it’s basically a ‘no’. I tell her, you can just be honest and say “I’m not interested”. So she does, we part amicably, blah blah blah.

Back in the front room, I see the girl from the 1st dance floor sarge. She is dancing with some really ugly hairy guy, I’m like WTF. I move next to them, say hi, say I’m leaving and I want her #, and she tells me she’s seeing someone (I hope it wasn’t that hairy sweaty dude she was dancing with…yikes). At this point I decide to fold my cards for the night and learn from my take-aways.

I have more thoughts on some things I wrote here but they will have to wait…it’s late and I’m hoping to get an early start Monday and kick some serious day game!

Mackie, aka SV

High Times at the LoFi

Part I – Getting in State

FR for Sat 3/8/08

Finally I have some shit to write about!

But before I get into that, I want to thank the guys who have been posting comments on my last entry which was...um, December!? Shit...winter in Seattle, I musta been hibernating . Anyway, I appreciate your thoughts!

My wing “Hammerhead” and I hit Club LoFi both Friday and Saturday. The first night, I only did one approach, some hippie/artsy girl in a coffeeshop before we headed to the club. Last night I did 10 or more approaches…I lost track. The difference? Last night I managed to get really in state, and stay there for most of the night.

Getting in state has been a real issue for me lately. I know this is a problem many guys have so I’ll write a few sentences about what I did yesterday, and hopefully you’ll find it useful if this is an issue you deal with regularly.

The formula that worked for me Saturday was basically this:

listening to TD lectures
+ double-shot espresso
+ 1 hour of salsa dancing

I spent most of my afternoon at Uptown Espresso, listening to a Tyler Durden lecture (“Transformations”) on my iPod (This is also where the coffee comes into play, obviously). RSD is really growing on me, for reasons I’ll talk about in a future post. What I listened to yesterday was a guy named Ozzie talking about “closing”, and how you should be pushing the envelope and escalating kino and basically be trying to kiss-close every set, especially if you are in a club environment.

I head home about 6pm and start watching a TD lecture…every sentence out of his mouth is inspiring and is chock-full of insights. I’m really excited about going out tonight, which usually is not the case. What I mean by that is sometimes “sarging” feels like work, whereas today it felt more like it should…fun and an adventure.

I went to Century Ballroom for an hour to do some salsa dancing. Salsa, also a topic worthy of its own post or two, is becoming a big part of my life. I’m trying to dance at least 3 times per week. And my last great night out, back in December when I managed 2 kiss-closes, I attribute to the fact that I started the evening by dancing some salsa, which got me into a really fun and social mood.

Part II, the actually FR, coming soon...I gotta get some lunch.

Mackie (aka, SV)