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