More Popular Online Dating Activities

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A couple of popular online activities are sharing recipes and bidding at auctions. And both of these easily fit well into online dating opportunities, one of the most popular online activities for singles today.

To help many dates get better acquainted online, here’s what potential cyber-dates do.

Bidding at Auctions – Ebay auctions sell nearly anything and everything! So surf around and enter searches like the dates you were in middle school. Share cool memorabilia photos of old games and toys from when you were a child or when your parents or grandparents were little; The Dating Game, Oscar Mayer wiener whistles, The Partridge Family Album, Bobby Sherman’s Album, 45’s and more.

Sharing Recipes – People get tired talking about the weather. So a popular subject to turn to is food. Sharing favorite foods and recipes helps break the ice and even forms friendships over culinary skills – or lack of – and tastes. Search your favorite search engine for “free recipes” to share. Take photos of your culinary creations and share them with your date, too.

Do not date this person:

* Relationship status of Currently Separated. He/she is not ready.
* Significant portions of profile are left blank, including religion, want kids, have kids, education level.

Incomplete Profile

Could mean one of two things. Successful online dating requires buy-in; the belief that it can actually work and that the effort one puts in will be worthwhile. An incomplete profile suggests he or she isn’t taking the process seriously. The other possibility is that the person with an incomplete profile has something to hide. Maybe he or she does have kids, but doesn’t want you to know. Whichever the reason, people who are comfortable with who they are and what they want, and are willing to put their cards on the table for the chance at a winning pair, are going to be your best choices if you’re looking for a good love match.

Currently Separated

Granted, there’s no foolproof way around the fact that even in the absence of this telltale red flag, he or she may be 24 hours out of a breakup and looking for a relationship bandaid to ease the pain. Nevertheless, you’re stepping on a heartmine if you walk into a date with Currently Separated. Even as I’ve strategically avoided Currently Separated, I’ve exchanged emails with his neighbors, Just Broke Off My Engagement and She Just Broke Up With Me Yesterday. Conveniently omitting this information from their profile and our email exchanges, I’d typically hear about it in an email that sounded something like this: “I was really looking forward to our coffee date that starts in 10 minutes, but my ex-girlfriend just texted me and I’m going to drop everything to text her back in hopes she’s changed her mind and we can get back together and live happily ever after. Oh, I know I didn’t mention her, but she sure is great, you should meet her sometime.”

Online dating can be an educational and fun experience. So learn more about each other and have fun while you’re at it. Take a cyber-stroll down memory lane together and see what’s cookin’.

Suggested free e-books to read:

Elena Petrova - Scam Prevention Tips For Online Dating
Brian Caniglia - Online Dating Secrets

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Dating Agency

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Really interesting article in New York Times on choosing mates, and logic behind it. I agree with article on many points from an "average" prospective, that all being equal those attributes will matter. Face to face meeting is much better "overall" then online meeting.

Online dating reveals the most exquisite calibrations of the Flaw-O-Matic because the daters fill out questionnaires listing more attributes than could ever fit in a personal ad. They can spend all day finding minute faults in hundreds of potential partners. But that's also why so many people never make a lasting match.

"When you have all these criteria to consider, and so many people to choose from, you start striving for perfection," Dr. Ariely says. "You don't want to settle for someone who's not ideal in height, age, religion and 45 other dimensions."

It's the same problem afflicting New Yorkers: with so many prospects in the big city, they refuse to stop searching.

Customers of online dating services typically end up going out with fewer than 1 percent of the people whose profiles they study online. But something very different happens at a speed-dating event. The average participant makes a match with at least 1 in 10 of the people they meet; some studies have found the average is 2 or 3 out of 10. Women are still pickier than men, and in some speed-dating experiments they still prefer affluent, well-educated men, but the preference is less strong - and in some other studies they don't discriminate at all by income or social status.

Whole Article Here.

Here is another one of his article on analysis of speed dating and online dating, he is spot on.

Another researcher, Eli J. Finkel of Northwestern University, told me that one of the blog's readers, Joseph, nicely summarized the problems of online dating. Joseph explained that he'd given up on online dating because he found people started thinking they could place an order for a perfect partner:

But one of the major X-factors (including on more down-to-earth sites like Craigslist) seems to be the anonymity and fantasy that is part of our everyday virtual lives. Both parties in the dating exchange imagine and create alternative realities much more easily than a real-life introduction allows. It may rub avid on-line daters (and bloggers) the wrong way, but especially in the realm of romantic relationships the artifice of virtual communication probably raises more barriers than it breaks down.

Read the rest here.

My own experience of online is a mixed bag, i tend to do well online, but i don't like the amount of effort/time it requires and the amount of power of choice it gives to women, usually much more then to men. It is also very inconsistent so some weeks you might get back to back phone numbers and dates and then have drought of few weeks. Which is not a pleasant experience, so online should be used only as secondary additional way to meet, never as a primary one. Same goes for speed dating, it shouldn't be main way to meet, only as a secondary.Sign up for Pick up Future RSS feed.

Suggested free e-books to read:

John Overdurf - Training Trances
Michael Webb - Dating Exercises

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Wives Spend A Working Week Each Year Nagging

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Henpecked British blokes have to put up with an entire week of nagging from their wives every year, it had been found.

A study discovered the average woman moan at their man for more than two-and-a-half hours a week about helping out around the house and cutting back on booze.

That works out to a total of around 11 hours a month - the equivalent of five-and-a-half days a year or more than one working week.

Not helping to tidy the house emerged as the most common bug-bear for a woman to nag about, followed by not doing the dishes.

Other common complaints included spending too much money, not being romantic enough… and not listening when they are busy nagging.
Other popular things women bend a man's ear about include drinking too much, their diet, and not sorting out clothes for the washing.

The study of 3,000 Brits revealed 86 per cent of men get nagged by their other half, with one in five claiming their missus goes on at them 'all the time'.

And women clearly aren't ashamed of their moaning as 87 per cent admitted giving their partner a hard time.


1. Not tidying the house
2. Not doing the dishes
3. Spending too much money
4. Not being romantic enough
5. Not sorting out the laundry
6. Watching too much sport
7. Drinking too much
8. Not making the bed
9. Spending too much time on a hobby
10. Not mowing the lawn

A spokesperson for the Everyman campaign, which carried out the study said: "It seems all men are on the receiving end of some nagging from time to time.

"And I'm sure many women will say that's the only way to get a man to do something.

"While it's normally over trivial things such as helping out more with the kids or tidying up after themselves, women are also having to pester their men to get them to think about more serious issues in their lives."

Suggested free e-books to read:

Jennifer Smith - Why I Love Men Dating Playbook For Women
C Kellogg - How To Seduce A Woman 3 Fears

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Lr Threesome

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Here's one of the best LR's I have ever had the pleasure to read. Ciaran has an easy writing style and tight game (see his Shock and awe post here).

Don't want to say too much more other than - enjoy the read.

Ironic, really. I'd just spent the morning monkeying around Edinburgh, and I'd bought a book on philosophy and a new copy of Neil Strauss's The Game, having given my original away as a present to a clueless chum. It was still early afternoon, so I dropped in to a pub I used to work at on Edinburgh's Royal Mile. I bumped into a friend of mine, Richard, who is a natural player of real talent and panache, and we sat outside at a table, smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and shooting the shit.

A couple, Daniel and Sarah (friends of Richard), sat with us, and after a while the topic turned to the books I was reading. The book on philosophy drew the predictable derisive accusations of pretention, which in all fairness I agree with. Most books on modern philosophy are only useful if you're fresh out of toilet paper, so we all had a chuckle about that.

Then Richard started ripping on me for reading The Game. He'd never read it (and in all fairness he doesn't need to), and in classic alpha style he starts trying to belittle me in an amusing and charming way over these "tricks" and "techniques" that I'm allegedly into. I don't even remotely rise to it, I just talk about Strauss, Mystery, and the story of the book. I also talked, lightly but genuinely about how it changed my life, which it did. I spoke briefly about the kind of guy I was a year ago when I'd walked away from a relationship I really cared about with an awesome girl. I explained that it was because I knew that the attraction, the electricity - whatever name you want to stick to that spark of magic that had drawn us together in the first place - had gone and I had no idea how to bring it back. All I could do was jump, before I was pushed. Sometimes I still miss her, but I didn't tell them that. I never tell anyone that.

I mentioned in passing about how I'd sworn to myself that I'd never walk away from someone I loved again, but I had no idea how to beat the insecurities with women that had dogged me my whole life. Then I read The Game.

Richard's comments on routines also didn't bother me because I personally find the free-form, genuine and sexually expressive ideas of Juggler>> and Gunwitch>> to be far more in tune with my personality. All this time, I'm just being open. I'm just being genuine. I don't give a fuck what they think. Nonetheless, I decide to have a chuckle and start telling them about Style's Dual Induction Massage routine. At this point, Daniel perks up. Even Richard looks interested, and a flash of playerish respect whispers across his chiseled face for Strauss's manipulative genius.

Sarah starts to get stroppy, not at me - she's smiling at me - but at her boyfriend who's getting altogether too excited at the possibility of engineering a threesome with two random girls.

All this time, the beautiful sound of girlish laughter is rising from the table next to me. Whoever they are they're having fun. I don't look around. There's no need to. Not yet.

Sarah stands to leave, and she squeezes my hand slightly as she shakes it. I nod imperceptibly, and then give Daniel a megawatt smile and a handshake. He returns my grip, oblivious. They leave.

Richard's also heading off, and I'm not going to stop him. I have work to do.

So there I am. Sitting in the smoking area. Socially proofed by three friends, but now alone with my book. The book makes me look normal. Intellectual even, if you believe women read that far into things. But then of course, I'm not reading. I'm listening.

Every now and then, an opener is handed to you on a plate. It's so easy. It's not just an opening line, but also a chance to demonstrate some real personality, humour and worth. There are four hot American girls. One of them is talking about Blackadder.

"No," One of them says, "It's the funniest show ever!"

I turn around.

"Are you talking about Blackadder?" I ask.

"Yeah." The girl says. She's pretty. Grungy, a bit of a rock chick. Looks like Lori Petty from Tank Girl.

"I fucking love Blackadder. How the hell do you know about it? You're American." Please God, I think - let her not be Canadian...

"My mom watches it - she's got all the scripts and everything." Thank fuck.

"Fucking cool." I turn to the group, to the chick who Tank Girl was originally talking to. "Blackadder," I continue, "is a comedy series from the 90's - it's written by Richard Curtis, the guy who wrote Four Weddings and a Funeral."

"Oh," She says. She had no idea.

"Yeah. It's brilliant, but the first series was a bit crap. Blackadder's character was a bit of a clown, but he turns into the most acerbic, sarcastic bastard in the second series. He's brilliant." Tank Girl perks up.

"That's exactly what I was going to say!" She says, brightly.

Houston, we have lift off. We're talking about Blackadder, swapping impressions and jokes, going into general comedy chat. It's all pure gold. We go inside. We drink. We talk about porn. We go outside for more cigarettes. I give the girls alone time for a chat every now and then when I'm getting indicators of interest from one of more of them so they can all have a girly giggle about how hot I am.

After a while two of the girls leave. I pull them both in for a hug, and they love it. They go, after telling me that they'll be in X bar tonight and I should really be there. I'm left with Tank Girl, and a pretty blonde chick who I discover is half Italian, half Native American Indian. Nice. I shall hereafter refer to her as Pocahontas.

So were chatting, and one of them makes a wisecrack about something. We all laugh.

"Aw shit, you girls are lovely. I'm really glad I randomly started talking to you." I say.

This is good shit. In a one-on-one with a chick, or in a group when you get them laughing, when you sense that they're happy you can roll this shit out. Technically (in Style-speak) it's a way to force, and to make explicit, a hook point. It's like using crampons to climb a mountain. It doesn't really matter how they respond either. They don't have to come back with a compliment - although they will if you've gauged it right - as long as you're not phased by them not telling you you're cool in return, they'll feel guilty when you just keep on talking. They'll feel guilty because you show that you weren't trying to play them, you were just being genuinely nice. They'll definitely tell you you're cool the next time you tell them you're glad you spoke to them. If you gauge it right, that is. Just make sure you mean it. It makes all the difference.

They look very slightly taken aback, but then Tank Girl picks up the ball and runs with it.

"You too," she replies "absolutely. You seem like a really cool guy. The only guys we've met here have been really sleazy or weird. You're just really cool. Isn't he cool?"

"Sure, he's great" says Pocahontas.

You can just say thanks to a compliment, or you can be cocky. But the best thing I've ever found is to really, genuinely take compliments to heart. It feels good, for one thing. It helps your self-esteem. It shows you're not invulnerable for another thing- it shows you're human without being a big pussy. It creates a real and powerful emotional connection with people. Finally, if someone senses that they've given a compliment and someone is really impressed with it, they usually elaborate on it. This is brilliant. The following I said in a level-headed, non-gushy but totally genuine way. Because it was genuine. I meant it all.

"That's really, really nice of you to say. Thanks. That means a lot to me. You have no idea."

"No, I mean it. You're fantastic," says Tank Girl. "You're funny, you're cool, you're great fun." She's beaming at me.

"Yeah, really" says Pocahontas. She smiles at me, and drops her eyelids ever so slightly.

"Shit girls, that's lovely. You're both so fucking sweet. I could eat you both up. Come here." We have a three way hug. I kiss them both on the cheeks.

Every now and then, Tank Girl has been dropping little clues about her being a lesbian. I don't rise to it. She mentions this girl she kissed, and I act like she's talking about the weather. Eventually she comes out with it - in fact, she comes out. We've been talking for about 3 hours now from the Blackadder approach. She apologises about not telling me earlier (?) but explains she didn't want to freak me out (?), offend my sense of morality (?) or scare me off (?) because she was enjoying my company and she wasn't sure how I'd react.

Just a word to the Yanks reading this. What the fuck? Are you mad? Why is this hot lesbian chick afraid to tell guys she likes pussy? Why does she think I'll get moralistic on her ass? Do you do that? What the fuck? Why does she think I'll get scared? Are you scared of hot lesbians? What the fuck? What are you saying to your hot lesbians? What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Shit, I just flamed 70% of ASF with my first post. Heh heh.

Anyway. I clearly don't give a fuck and I tell her as much. In fact, I tell her that I wouldn't know where to begin to give a fuck if you gave me a roadmap to give-a-fuck City Central and a really compelling reason to go. She then tells me that she has a girlfriend. I get the sense that this is bait, so I don't let my disappointment show in my face. What can I tell you - I want this chick. I love Tank Girl. Lori Petty is hot. But the bait is out, and I feel like a bug under a microscope - like I'm being subtly examined by both chicks for any sense of neediness. I show none. Poker-face-tastic. After a few minutes more of banter she lets slip that her girlfriend doesn't mind her playing with other people when she's on vacation as long as they tell each other. Once more my poker face comes into play, and I just about restrain myself from punching the air and doing an Irish jig. Pocahontas says that she's single, and she hasn't got laid in ages. Once more, I stop myself, and don't do a cartwheel.

"So, you're a lesbian, eh?" I ask. "How's that working out for you?" Love that question. It's from Tyler Durden in Fight Club.

"Love it." She replies.

"Have you ever been with a guy?"

"Yeah, but not since I came out. How about you?"

"I snogged my best friend once in a game of Truth or Dare," I answer truthfully.

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"No," I said. "No, it was fucking nasty." A shudder ran through my body at the memory. I'm shuddering as I type this. Ick.

"I bet you liked it a little," Tank Girl says.

"I really, really didn't. I think it's different for guys, and I don't think a lot of women get that, especially gay women. No offence, but it really is different."

"What do you mean?" Asks Tank Girl.

"Well shit. I was talking to a friend of mine, this girl called Susan - she was the one I was playing the same Truth or Dare game with, incidentally. She snogged her friend, this chick called Clare, and she said that for girls, even straight girls, it's not really a big deal. It's more like an extension of your friendship."

"Yeah, yeah I can see that." Pocahontas said.

"How about you," I asked Pocahontas, "have you ever kissed a girl?"

Stay frosty. Thread the needle.

"No, never."

"Wow." I said.

"Really?" Said Tank Girl.

"Well, shit," I say. "We're all on holiday. I'm sorry - 'vacation'. You two should kiss."

Tank Girl looks at Pocahontas like a wolf contemplating a newborn lamb.

"Sure, c'mere." She says, and a chick-on-chick tonguedown commences.


So once they come up for air, Tank Girl leans back in her chair. She looks at me. I look at her.

"So how was she?" I ask Pocahontas.

"Good. Very good." Pocahontas replies.

"Hmm. If I were to kiss you," I say to Tank Girl, "How would I rate you on a 1-10 scale?" Thanks for that, Wayne. All I want for Christmas is you.

"You can kiss me if you want." Tank Girl says.

"Cool." I say. It is cool. We kiss. When we break away, I lean back in my chair. I look at Pocahontas. I raise my eyebrows. She nods, smiling. I lean over. I kiss Pocahontas. We come up for air.

"I've never had a three way kiss," says Pocahontas.

"Well come on then," I say.

We all share a three way tonguelashing. I love my life.

Just to clarify, this is me and two hot American chicks I've only just met. We're in broad daylight in the smoking area of a pub on Edinburgh's Royal Mile, one of the busiest streets in the city. It's very picturesque. Do check it out sometime. There's a castle and everything.

After some more playful banter, Tank Girl gets up to use the toilet, and I'm left there with Pocahontas. A quick word on being tactile with the ladies. There's no such things as good touching or bad touching in my eyes. All non-sleazy physical contact is good, as long as the woman accepts it. The way I like to break down the initial barriers with chicks physically is a little like the way you use italics in a sentence for emphasis. This is a bit random, but it's the cheapest, most inoffensive kinesthetic contact this side of a backrub. Use touch to emphasise your words, in exactly the same way that you use italics in a sentence. Hold the touch for the duration of the emphasis - the italics - then take your hand back. Hold their eyes the whole time.

To be honest, I don't even think about it now, it's just part of how I relate to people, and especially women. It makes them like you. It's weird. The thing is, though, it comes in completely under radar - women just think you're a touchy feely kind of guy, and that it's normal for you so to be. This is obviously cool. But their accepting your tactile nature as totally normal is a double edged sword. For many guys, getting touchy with a chick is a sign you're coming on to them, and so it acts like a statement of interest. I can get incredibly tactile with a woman, and she still won't really know if I like her sexually, which can be a bit of a fucker, especially if I assume I'm being so obvious it's silly, and she's still blissfully living in blonde-world.

This was exactly what happened here.

"You're very tactile" said Pocahontas.

"Really?" I ask, innocently.

"Yeah, it's fine, it's just that when a guy touches me as much as you do it usually means that they're hitting on me."

"Oh." I say. There is a pause. I try not to giggle.

"I..." She splutters "I mean... are you? Are you hitting on me?"

There are a number of different ways in which you can answer that question in a bad way, and there are a number of different ways you can answer it in a good way. Sure, you could go cocky, and turn it round on her. Sure, you could segue into a feelings/values/emotional connection spiel. Or if you were so wont, you could play hard to get.

Or you could swing for that pitch so hard you damn near smash the bat, and put that ball into fucking orbit. After a careful process of selection lasting all of no seconds, I decided to opt for the latter option.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask.

"Are you hitting on me?" She asks again. I look at her, incredulous.

"You're asking me if I think you're hot?" Little bit of a reframe. Hope you see why.


"Are you from Mars? Have I not made that sufficiently clear with the kissing? Ok - look. I'll answer your question. Yes, I think you're HOT. You're so hot, I could fry BACON on your ASS. I would do things to you that decorum prohibits their mention here. I'll HAMMER you into the MATTRESS until you don't know who you ARE. I'll pound you in ways God has yet to invent. I would love to do that. Hell yes. Hell. Yes. Oh, c'mere you little monkey." I kiss her again. Lots of tongues involved. "Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah." She's all hot and bothered. "So you'd take me home?"

"YES I would. Yes. Oh yes. Ah, you're so sweet. Look at you."

I don't close her. I could have taken her away right there, but no. She's locked in now, provided I don't do anything stupid. It's time to play in the high stakes round. A quick word about what I just did. If you get asked by a girl if you fancy her, or if you'd fuck her, or if you'd like to whatever, don't treat it like a weird test. Treat it like an open goal-mouth in the World Cup final. Hammer your shit home. Really go for it. Wax lyrical. Get visual. Hit that ball back fifty times as hard as you got it. It turns women on. A lot.

Tank Girl comes back from the bathroom.

"Hey baby." I say.

"Hiya." She smiles.

"We've got a confession." I say.

"Yeah?" Asks Tank Girl.

"Yeah, we kissed when you were gone. Sorry.". Tank Girl goes to say something like 'don't worry about it,' but I cut her off. "We don't want you to feel left out so we have to both kiss you." I lean forward and tongue her. I pull back. I'm sitting in between them. "Now you two kiss."

They lean together and have a passionate, full on snog. It's fucking sexy. I could smash bricks with the rock hard lump in my pants. I refrain from so doing. Then I get an idea. It's a good one.

As they're in the middle of the kiss, I say, quietly "This may be a little inappropriate, but..." Then I get Tank Girl's hand and place it on Pocahontas's boob. She starts feeling her up in an expert lesbian way. I place Pocahontas's hand on Tank Girl's boob. She starts feeling her up in a bi-curious experimental way. This is turning into a masterpiece. I feel like Da Vinci.

Ok - here's the thing. If you're trying to get something like this off the ground, you need to either be secure in yourself, or be really good at shutting the fuck up when you need to. Girls can sense if you are jealous. If I'd have interrupted that kiss, or tried to join in, I'd have ended up going home either alone or with just one of them. Probably with Pocahontas. You need to let them seduce each other, and the weird thing is that even though they were both girls, my jealousy alarms were blaring like crazy in my head. You could actually feel the sexual chemistry between these two chicks like a physical heat. It was kind of scary - for a second I thought they'd just fuck off and leave me there alone, but I held my nerve. I kept my cool through an enormous effort of will in the face of an incredibly intoxicating combination of jealousy and arousal. Eventually they broke the kiss. For a few seconds, no one spoke.

"That was hot." I said.

"Yeah." Said Tank Girl.

"Mmmmffnnm." Said Pocahontas.

Now, I'm sure that we represented a bit of a spectacle. As I mentioned, this is outside in a busy street. That said, no-one had given us any shit up until this point. All of a sudden, the nastiest, skankiest junkie-smackhead of a sleazy rotting-toothed tramp-in-his-best-suit starts trying to bust in on the conversation. Every time I speak he laughs loudly, just behind me in my ear, as if to get my attention. He sidles up behind Tank Girl. I shift slightly closer and put an arm around her shoulder.

This guy might as well have been sent from heaven. He was in such appalling physical shape that there was no way in a blue moon he could ever, even with a knife, represent a physical threat to me. He was obviously drunk, and probably junked up, and skanky as fuck, but he gave me the perfect opportunity to play Lancelot and demonstrate some fucking manliness.

He asked me for a lighter, and then tried to slur some crap at the girls. In all fairness he was trying to disarm the obstacle first, so we'll have to give him some credit for that. Nonetheless, I figured the direct approach would be best.

"Excuse me mate," I said, in a friendly tone with a hint of steel behind it, "I'm having a private chat with my friends. Do you mind?"

He muttered something incoherent and slunk away. The chicks glowed at me.

"Let's get out of here. There's a really nice pub not far from here called the Brass Monkey. It's got a Cinema and cushions and hopefully a lot less weirdos than here." I say. We get up and leave.

"I'm really cold." Pocahontas says. I put an arm around her shoulder as we walk toward the Brass Monkey. "Do you mind if I swing by our hostel and pick up a sweater?"

"No, that's fine," says Tank Girl with a nonchalant air that I took as a mark of a genuine player. I just shrugged. Nonchalance city.

I flag down a taxi, and we jump in. Tank Girl's in the middle. She's hot. I've got my hand on her leg. She doesn't move it.

We get out of the taxi, and split the fare. We're walking down to where their room is, and I'm experiencing this strange feeling of serenity, the kind of serenity I think you can only ever truly experience if you're a tightrope walker, or a bomb-disposal expert. The feeling that everything is fine, everything is going well, you're about to do something really awesome, but the slightest jar could fuck things up and cost you the use of your legs.

Stay frosty. Thread the needle.

As we enter the hostel, we bump into a group of about 15 people, all of these girl's friends from the hostel. I'm talking Spanish guys. Spanish guys are like Europe's most shameless and horny men, and they instantly burst into a babble of Hispanic questions, hooks and general shit to get the girls talking.

"You have to come out, we'll be at the Three Sisters later," says one random guy.

"Excellent," I reply, warmly but with that same hint of steel I'd noticed before with the tramp. "I know it. We'll see you there in a few minutes."

"Good, good. See you there, man."

"Cool." I say, and we walk inside.

We get into the lift. This whole journey had been a big state break, especially all the fucking foreigners outside. That little bubble of comfort we'd been in at the bar and in the taxi had evaporated, but there was still a palpable air of sexual tension. I'm not worried. The game's still afoot.

We get into Tank Girl's room. Pocahontas goes to hers to get her jumper. Tank Girl starts playing shit on her Ipod. I consider how to make a move, how to escalate. I have to lead this. These girls are going to let this all slide by if I don't act. A cheesy line won't do it. I need to get this chick thinking sexually and fast. She walks over to the sink in her room to put some product in her hair. I grab her, and push her up against the door. I kiss her hard. She loves it. She smiles.

"I'll get Pocahontas." I say.

"Cool." She replies. It is cool.

Rinse and repeat, motherfucker. I go to Pocahontas's room, and she gets a forced tonguedown as well. I put in some extra work on this one. She's the weakest link in the chain, and she needs to be tempered in the fire of my lust for this to work.

"Come on," I say, leading her by the hand, "let's go see Tank Girl."

"Uh-huh. Cool." She replies. It is cool.

They get in to the room. We're all together, and all alone. The girls start making small talk.

Then Tank Girl says...

"Did he kiss you too?"

Then Pocahontas says

"Yes, the dirty bastard."

Then I say

"Yeah, and I'm not sorry. Let's have another three way kiss."

Then I guide them together. Then Tank Girl kisses Pocahontas with a kind of masculine passion and intensity that I've never seen a woman display before. It's really intense. Pocahontas is pushed back with the force of it, and I catch her, kissing the side of her neck from behind. My hands wander all over her body, criss crossing with Tank Girl's.

Then I go to undo Pocahontas's bra, only to find it already undone.

Fair fucking play. Tank Girl's good.

I'm not one to kiss and tell, so I won't go too much into the specifics of what happened, except to say two things.

First off, the vibe of the threesome was in many ways like the vibe of the pickup. This was not me fucking two girls who wanted to be my sexual playthings. This was me and Tank Girl double teaming Pocahontas. I've never had a threesome with two guys - this is the only time I've done it with two girls (thus far), but the vibe was as if there was another man present. It was just that the other guy in the encounter looked exactly like Lori Petty from the film Tank Girl. This is important, perhaps the most important thing I learned from the whole encounter. If you've got two submissive girls and you want to fuck them both at once, their jealousy of each other is a minefield. If you're teaming up with a hot butch lesbian to pick up a chick, it's like a) you have a wing throughout the whole pickup, b) it's not all about you, and c) you get to see two girls naked at the same time. I winged Tank Girl, and she winged me. I wasn't possessive about her and Pocahontas, I let her have her fun. I made her feel hot. I laughed at her jokes. I engineered their first kiss. It wasn't easy though - at times, like when they touched each other's tits on the steps, and at other points a thousand times more X-rated, I had to fight down this instinctual feeling of jealousy that, mixed with arousal, threatened to paralyze me. It was like being a rabbit in headlights. It was really that intense.

So yeah, the first thing to say is this - help the dominant one pick up the submissive one and keep yourself in the loop, in control and leading the situation. Wing the dominant chick. She'll wing you.

And the second thing?

They could both deep throat.

Yeah you heard me, motherfucker. Both of them.

Heh heh heh.

Dual Induction Massage my hairy white ass.

Peace out.

(Credit - Ciaran (RSD Staff))

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Book Review Why Mr Right Cant Find You

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Why Mr. Right Can't Find You By J.M. Kearns

Although it has been labeled a "self-help" book, it's quite obvious from the first few pages that J.M. KEARNS'" Mr. Right Can't Find "is much more than that. And even though the title pretty much sums up what the book's focus is, I was surprised to discover that couples can also benefit from it.

Why? Well, because
" Mr. Right Can't Find "tackles the topics that most couples forget about when they're in that honeymoon phase. By addressing these hard-hitting topics from the get-go, you can figure out if your relationship is going to make it into the long-term or if you should hit the skids and look elsewhere for love.

J.M. KEARNS also encourages women to be more proactive in their search for love. I can't tell you often my friends sit around waiting for the guy to come to them, as though it's written in the books that Mr. Right is going to be at the right place at the right time, will spot her from across the moon and she'll get that happy ending she thinks she so richly deserves.

No. J.M. KEARNS makes it clear that if you want Mr. Right, you're going to have to look for him. Don't be afraid to go out alone, he says, and don't be afraid of online dating sites, they can be one of your greatest allies.

All in all, I think J.M. KEARNS debunks the typical myths that most, if not all, women believe. So if you want to figure out where the best places to meet men are, the best way to show yourself off, and the best way to make your online dating profile shine, you need to read Why Mr. Right Can't Find You. It's an investment. It's an investment.


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Online Love Tips For Beginners Looking For Love

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There are many experts and online web portals available to provide best online love tips. However, only few provide you correct direction. In love, it is important to think from heart rather than mind. Hence, we have brought some important love tips for you.

MAKE YOUR RELATIONSHIP MORE INTERESTING - It has been seen that people start ignoring each other as the time passes. Hence, it is important to add some flavor and spice in dish of love every time you meet with your partner.

GIFTS - Either it is a new relationship or old one, it is important to share with gift each other. These gifts make two people closer as well as make your bonding stronger.

CARE - Forget about movies. In real world, you have to show your love and care to your partner. It is not possible for other person to recognize it automatically especially when you are not showing it. Whenever you get opportunity just show it.

EAT TOGETHER - It is must for both partners to eat food together most of the time. In case, you both are extremely busy then don't forget to have dinner or lunch together once in month.

Hope, these online love tips would help you a lot in real world.

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Dating Book Review How One Of You Can Bring The Two Of You

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How One Of You Can Bring The Two of You Together By Susan Page

Relationships aren't easy and marriages are even harder, so if you find yourself in a situation where you feel like it's just about over, this book might possibly help you see things in a different light.

Too often, when relationships begin to break down, hostility escalates and then we start to search for things that the other person is doing wrong. But SUSAN PAGE believes that it is possible that the reader can become the better person in the relationship and that the positive energy will become contagious.

If you're unhappy with the current state of your relationship, trying some of the experiments listed in the book may prove just how easy it can be to get things started on the right note again.

If you don't want to lose the person you're with but feel like the two of you are drifting apart, then perhaps reading up on what you yourself can change will make all the difference.

In the book, SUSAN PAGE recommends that you overcome your resentment for your partner and stop blaming them when the sky is gray outside. Rather, she wants you to recapture the lost intimacy between the two of you and help you get back to the place that had you saying "I do" in the first place.


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Man Scams Online Daters On Matchcom

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Man scams online dating out of $150k

SOLOMON NASSER was arraigned on Thursday January 28, 2010 on charges of larceny, fraud and tax crimes. Nasser went after professional and well-to-do women on the dating site and scammed them out of ore than $150,000 by the time he got caught.

Nasser lied about being wealthy and an important man in society and managed to convince the women to send him some cash because he claimed his cash was "frozen by court disputes" and was in a nasty custody battle with his ex wife.

One woman gave him nearly $115,000 in cash and credit card purchases, so she is, by far, the biggest sucker this side of lollipops.

The 57-year-old Nasser was sent to jail after his arraignment and parole has not been set.

I've said this before and I'll say it again - any time anyone online asks you for cash, alarm bells should sound and you should either report them or ignore them.

When someone claims to be rich and then asks you for cash, you should cut them off because it is always, ALWAYS, a scam.

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My First Club Nite Ons

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Here's a post from a while back of my first ONS.

Was still in the early stages and didn't know too much about inner game, the importance of qualifying, leading the interaction. Learnt a lot since, but have a long way to go. The game never ends.

Starting the afc way.. apologies for a long post..

Ive been out clubbing the past few months.. have gotten from

being unable to dance with a woman to getting pretty consistent day 2's and some F-closes..

Here's a LR of my first ONS..

Went out clubbing last weekend. Id done the usual ritual before leaving.. peackocking items, lil bottle of armani black code(women love it) in my back pocket, breath fresheners, lip balm, mints and fresh condoms.

I listened to a lil house to get me in the mood before i went out and drank a half bottle of wine for the lil happy buzz.

I used to go out smoking a spliff or two or drinking pint after pint of beer, but though that used to get me results.. nothing really like going in with just the slightest buzz.

Also I find that wine doesnt cloud your senses like most other alcohol does.

Went to an underground house place.. like house for the music.. tho i do prefer RnB places for pulling women.. RnB has this sensual music that makes it a lot easier to make out to. While i feel most women in clubs that play house go there just to dance.

I walked in.. the floor was kinda empty with just 7-8 girls on the floor. I went to the bar got myself a JD n coke, placed it on a table and walked up to one of the girls HB8 and started dancing with her. She asked me what my name was. I told her. In the background I was thinking jeez.. i shouldve met this girl later in the night.. this is too early on.. esp as the club closes at 0430. we danced for 2 songs and I got a little kino going. How do you all know each other? i pointed to her and her friends. She told me.

Thats one of the three sentences i always use on the dance floor..

You having a good night, I think youre cute and How do you all know each other. Id like to think it establishes a little false sense of familiarity and is a non aggressive, casual way of getting conversation started early on. She said she was going to the bar for a drink and asked me if i wanted one. guess I shouldve said yes and asked her to buy me one. But i didnt. She asked me to wait there, but when she didnt return 3-4 minutes later i started dancing with another two-set.

This seemed to be going pretty smoothly too.. when the HB8

returned and gave me eye contact. I didnt go dance with her or pawn the two set i had. Mistake. (My SP is that i cant run two-sets on the dance floor.. one, three and four sets are so much easier when it comes to isolating.

Maybe i should get a wing, but I have a wing who i used to think was good before, when i was just starting out a few months ago.. but now just spoils my sets whenever he enters them.. he does all the flash dance moves, doesnt maintain eye contact with the women, doesnt calibrate them, doesnt initiate kino, and mostly dances with me when we're in a two set.. he is brilliant at approaching sets and opening them however (which is good for me as I can game them).. but good at little else.. Ive told him about asf but he doesnt seem too intersted.. well his loss.. and mine too in a way.:-)

I was getting bored with the two set so I moved to a different set..

On the way there i danced with a set of guys who seemed to be having a good time. Thought Id recruit a wing on the dance floor which is what I often do. But i usually end up with guys who seem confident out of set but freeze when it comes to dancing with women.

I asked two guys to help me out and said lets dance with those three women there.. They smiled seemed enthusiastic and said lead the way.. When i did however, they just stood a few steps away and danced. I felt like a bit of an idiot trying to introduce these two guys, who were dancing 3-4 feet away facing us, who i didnt know from Adam to two women id met thirty seconds ago.

They smiled at them and continued dancing with me. Closing off their bodies to these two guys.

The attitude i try to portray when im on the dance floor is that Im a fun guy out to have a good time. I smile and laugh a lot, enjoy the music (no matter how bad i think it is) and dancing.

I make friends with the guys on the floor who look like theyre having a good time.

Often people come up to me and say 'Youre a player, man'. Music to my ears.. I say thank you and say 'lets dance with some women' but they often chicken out when it comes to dancing with the women. or even if they do they have poor BL, no kino, no eye contact, no smile etc etc..

Sometimes I go up to guys who seem to be doing well with the

women and tell them theyre players.. this seems to work wonders and they introduce me to new sets. Which i crash and burn with usually.. mmm, must think about why?

I approached another two set now.. and they ask me if I have

some pills.. I say no.. they say youre smiling and have a lot of energy.. we thought youd have some.. what about a spliff instead..

I truthfully tell them i dont have anything.. but if i find some, ill keep you in mind i say.. I have no intention of finding any.. im doing tonite drug free.. calibration is key.. they look at two afro carribean guys shaking booty and smile at each other.. i say you wanna dance with these two guys.. I dont wait for an answer and start dancing with the two afrocarib guys and introduce the two girls to them..

but these two guys dont handle it too well.. they didnt do too badly either.. i moved set again..

As i did another dance floor recon.. I stopped myself..

I find myself getting sucked up into the power of being able to dance with all the hottest women in the club.. and instead of doing what im out there for i.e. gaming women.. i shift from set to set.. sometimes it works well for me.. as i can often get back to sets ive danced with before when other sets dont go too smoothly.. also sets up social proof.. but it doesnt really help me gamewise.. because you cant get anywhere with a woman if you dont spend time with her in the first place.. at least 15 minutes usually..

I found that now i started getting anxious and losing state.. id approached a few sets and hadnt gotten anywhere really.. But i notice it.. wouldnt have if I had drunk a bit more or smoked a spliff..

chill out i reassured myself. STICK IN SET i tell myself.

Most important lesson ive learnt while clubbing.. apart from

escalating and advancing kino and look like youre having a good time.. is to STICK IN SET, something like Gunwitch's golden golden golden Persistence to Isolation rule.

I went back to the hb8 I saw initially, but she had seen me dance with other women.. and she moved away immediately..

I didnt let it bother me.. Ive had this happen so many times.. and will happen many more times.. I tell myself i shouldve pawned the two set i was dancing with before when she gave me eye contact..

I walk up to a chill looking guy who's dancing on his own and ask him to stay on adjacent sides of an imaginary rectangle/square as we dance L-formation.. I tell him 'watch the women come to us'.. (haha.. i know what some of you are thinking.. but dancing in a L-shape with a bit of space in front of you on a crowded dance floor usually has women come to dance.. or even if I dance with a lil 4x2ft space in front of me on floor the women come n dance in that space... and i approach them asap..

I usually approach women within a second or two of eye contact on the floor.. any longer and its crash n burn time..)

We're dancing L-formation, but this time the women dont come

to us.. well, didnt say it always worked, did I?

I look across however and make eye contact with a HB8, she's dancing with another guy.. but she keeps looking at me dancing.. I dont like approaching sets where a guy is already dancing with a girl.. theres more than enough sets on the floor for everybody (who knows how to make use of them, that is)..

I move to her and start dancing with her.. I dance for a minute.. I really like the way she dances.. she has a nice energy to her.. But im feeling like im intruding on them.. she continues to maintain eye contact with me though.. another guy comes and dances.. it looks like he knows the other guy.. and now its three of us dancing with one girl.. I get ready to shift set.. but i remember the talk i gave myself a few seconds earlier.. STICK IN SET.. so I decide to.. i smile at the guys and tap them on the shoulder.. and

shake their hands.. HB8 in the meantime continues to make eye contact with me.. the two guys move away.. I move in..

I smile and we dance together.. I start kinoing her..

simple touched on shoulder, hand.. then i slide my hands down her arms.. i keep eye contact and smile at her.. i start pacing my dancing to hers.. I ask her her name.. what she does.. fluff talk as i get my kino going..(yeah i know.. dont ask her her name.. if she asks you yours.. then thats an IOI.. but usually if i get kino going.. i just assume IOI's are happening.. or rather i assume IOI's as soon as they smile)..

I continue kino.. i run my hands down her arm and grab her

hands and squeeze.. she squeezes back..

Im In..

I move closer.. and run my hands down her back..

Whenever i start kinoing a woman on the dance floor, I act like im her boyfriend and do whatever he wouldve done.. women usually associate good feelings with comfortable sensual kino and when theyve been with their boyfriends on the floor.

She says she's off to get a drink and says she'll be back.. I wait for around 3-4 minutes.. then I think if I wait any longer Ill lose value.. so I re-approach a two set i had approached earlier..

L-formation guy is next to them.. I introduce him as my friend to them.. and continue dancing with them.. I find that HB8 has come to this part of the floor.. i see her, smile and pawn the two set and start dancing with her again..

I move in close and dance with her.. kinoing her back.. I touch foreheads, nose together.. and hey... Im not supposed to be doing this this early..

thats my kiss close technique.. never failed.. touch foreheads together, noses together, and them lips.. kiss close.. easy as that..

so i get my mind giving me second thoughts.. as i move in for the kiss..

thats because another promise ive made to myself is not to kiss women until after dancing with them for at least 15-20 minutes so I dont activate slut-defense.

So as im doing the forehead, nose.. I get my mind telling me This is too early on.. Ive mistakenly stumbled on my kiss close tech while im caught up escalating kino.. so as i touch foreheads, and nose i move away to her cheek.. and kiss her cheek.. then i get another thought that says.. Ill look like a dick if i kiss a woman on the cheek.. so now i find myself transitioning to her lips and kiss her (sounds pretty funny as i read it now).. she returns the


we continue dancing.. I continue kino..

im describing the kino as I go along, since its a FR.. and maybe some of you guys can give me more kino steps/tips..

I sniff her shoulders and neck.. kino her shoulders for a bit.. turn her around and slide my hands down her thighs and push my crotch against her butt.. and grind.. i turn her around again.. and we kiss again.. she seems to be initiating all the kisses.. i dont have a problem with that.. push-pull.. cat string.. im the prize.. you know the drill.. ;-)

I tell her Im sorry, but I have this thing about hugging.. and I hug her..

I learnt the hug after having had some xtc a while ago.. if theres one drug id recommend people try at least once its xtc.. more often than a month or two months tho' i seriously believe it fucks with you serotonin or happy receptors..

anyways.. heres the perfect hug IMHO.. from the xtc days..

Hug tightly for at least 4-5 seconds.. maintain a constant pressure..

hold your breath.. and break away suddenly.. feel the energy in the hug while youre doing it.. and as you break away.. eye contact and smile as you break away..

eye contact and appreciative positive reinforcement kino and a smile after a kiss is also ahem, mandatory..

I kiss her on her nose.. she has a really cute nose.. she says its a huge nose.. i dont agree.. she pulls away when i try to kiss it again..

all through the night i sneak kisses on her nose and smile.. i do this whole play acting thing of trying to kiss her nose as she pulls away.. holding her head as i kiss her nose.. sometimes jumping towards her and surprising her by kissing it.. works like a neg... and has an endearing feel to it too..

she introduces me to two girlfriends.. i smile at them.. theyre dancing with each other.. I ask her how they know each other..

I tell her my third standard club line.. I think youre cute.. I find that thats a neutral compliment.. its an IOI and you can use it on the drop dead gorgeous ones..( who'd probably construe it as a neg..) and the not so attractive one's either.. it an IOI.. establishes frame.. cute means lil girl cute and im the man..

i continue the kino.. a few more hugs.. she really likes them.. few more kisses.. i do the pull hair back firmly.. evolutionary position of surrender and softly bite her on the shoulders..

After a while she tells me her friends have left.. I offer to drop her off.. Persistence to Isolation.. I tell myself..

The club begins to close and we make our way out.. we're holding hands, hugging, laughing.. as I begin to walk her out..

she stays nearby, she tells me.. so we begin to walk.. I start talk-gaming her..

I do the cube, tell her im a mind reader and do my mind reader routine (see TnT post).. she laughs.. i maintain the C&F frame.. continue to neg her about her nose.. when she tries to neg back I spank her playfully.. i ask her what her place is like, fluff talk about interior decor so i can tell her she must show me sometime..

I dont tell her that tho'.. i.e. you must show me sometime.. i leave that for when i get her number and call her..

we reach her place.. we stand outside.. its time for me to ask for her number.. but Persistence to Isolation sticks in my head..

I ask her the five magic words to get me inside her place.. 'May I use the bathroom'.. she says ok.. c'mon in.. the place is a mess though..

I enter.. its spotlessly clean.. i dont enter the bathroom.. I start kissing her, smelling her skin, smiling, tell her she's cute.. I fumble with her bra strap.. she tries to help me out.. i say.. no.. and me try again.. no luck until she does it herself.. we're both laughing through all this.. I take her pants off.. i read somewhere that if a woman takes her pants off she feels like a slut, while if you take her pants off she feels desirable.. we're soon naked and making out.. we've moved from her setee to her bedroom.. it was really cold in the living room.. cant wait for summer..

No LMR whatsoever.. i use push-pull, cat string.. tease her.. and we fade to black...

Got her number and called her yesterday.. C&F again.. ended the call while it was on a high note..we're meeting again tonite..

Im still learning.. feedback is valuable and appreciated..

(Credit: Moi)

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Seduction Stories

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Here are a few encouraging stories from comments past:


Two and a half years ago, I was at a club in Grand Rapids, Michigan where there were tons of beautiful blonde I'm walking around the dance floor, I make eye contact and smile at possibly the hottest women there (HB 9.5/10). When she smiles back, I immediately walk up, introduce myself (which I usually wouldn't do right away, but because it was a dance floor and she already smiled back, I felt okay doing so), tell her I like her moves and begin dancing. At first, we're moving slow but little by little, it becomes more of a tight grind.

After almost blowing my load on the dance floor (I wish I had a picture to verify how hot she was), I back off for a second and tell her that I'm going to step outside and cool down (it was pretty hot in there) and asked if she wanted to join me. She agrees, so we go on the patio (this is where it gets interesting...)

Once we're outside, I begin to chat with one of her guy friends who she came to the club with. It turns out that he was in grad school with the time, I'm 23 and it's pretty obvious that nobody will think I'm older than 26-27 at most. So this guy definitely gave me the impression that it was funny that I'm dancing with her (I thought she was probably around 33-34).

A few minutes later, I'm with the HB again and we're chatting about her grad school program among other things. After telling me that she worked for a LONG time before going to grad school and implies that she was old, I say, "I'm sure you're not that old..." She replies, "how old do you think I am?" and I guess, "32, 33?" - she says, with a smirk "try 46..."

I play it cool. Aside from the fact that she already had shown a number of IOIs to me, I had hooked up with an old coworker in the past, who (at the time) was 31 (when I was 21) and happened to also be a stripper before we worked together. This prior experience instilled a great deal of confidence in me, which prepared me for the moment I was in. So, we keep talking about how she used to be married to a model and how he used to cheat on her all the time. And she also tells me that she has an 11-year old daughter (weird that the daughter will closer to my age than she was).

After talking for a while, we go back on the dance floor and end up making out while grinding. The bar soon closes and I walk with her to the empty parking garage where her yellow BMW convertible is parked. Since I already had made out with her on the dance floor, it was easy to continue our business on top of her BMW. We end up in her ride for a while(turns our she had breast implants, btw) and after doing so, I realize that I a) I hooked up with someone twice my age, b) I got with someone who was older than my mom, and c) I closed a MILF who was born in the 1950s.

Unfortunately, I was only in town for the night (had a friend's wedding the next day), so I never got to see her again. But it was definitely a time I will never forget.

EUGENE ON JANUARY 31, 2007 4:54 PM

Field Report: 01/14/07 - Approaching: getting better only comes with practice

Today, I really studied up on dating techniques, on approaching, on the whole process, trying to remember as much as I could from what I found on the PUA online community. So I was determined to not let another day pass by, that today I would go, even if only for an hour and a half, to meet girls and have fun and good conversations with them. I want to get better at approaching girls, so there's never a better time to start practicing than now. This isn't just the 'hi' program anymore. Today I'm going to engage some girls and I'm putting out when I'm meaning stimulating conversation. Most girls have extremely boring lives everywhere they turn, and being the caliber guy that I am, meeting me can only add to their lives. I am a problem solver. If there's any problem worth solving, I will solve it. I have a problem in not having as much interaction with girls as I would like so today I took the 3pm bus to the garden's mall. There would be plenty to see, lots of shops to eat and drink coffee. I've got paper and a pen so if I'm extroardinary today, I might get some digits. So I'm off, the ride there was pretty boring and my palms kept sweating and freezing over periodically. I'm in a great mood. I get up and go. I said hi to probably around 8 girls total. I mouthed hi to another 5. I got four suggestive facial expressions. I had conversations with four girls. I had 32 missed opportunities and 4 taken opportunities. I'm getting better. I can improve by ignoring the presence of a wedding ring, as I can have a good conversation either way. Besides, I could care less if some loser's hot wife cheats on him to give me a great night of sex. I get a little shy when a girl is with a guy-friend as I'm not sure how to handle the guy without fighting. I can fight and win, no problem, but I'm not out here to fight and get kicked out. I'm here to meet girls. Some of the older ones are into me too. There was one that looked at me as if she would practically rape me if I just gave her a minute of attention. She must have been about 38-45. Still somewhat sexy, but way way older than me. Today was definitely a booster. So it was about fifteen minutes until I had to be at the bus stop and I hadn't had any solid opportunities or desires for a number-close, so I decided that I wouldn't be out sitting on a bench alone, but would go and find another girl to have a conversation with. So I took an escalater upstairs. I could hear the girls on the opposite escalater talking about me, saying how they liked 'that cute guy' and giggling. It was apparent that they were talking about me. I just pretended I didn't notice and that I was just Mr. Cool waiting for my escalator to reach the top. So I got up top, scanned the area and started walking. I didn't see anyone at first. I was determined now that regardless of circumstances, the next girl approximately my age would be opened. I just passed her. From a distance, she appeared to be a HB6, but when I came closer, I found that she was definitely an HB8 or 9. She was standing all alone right outside the entrance to FYE (some DVD place), hiding behind her hair, starting to reach into her enormous purse. She didn't notice me yet. I was just 10 feet away from her. I made a sharp determined U-turn and approached her. Within three seconds I was right in front of her. I said 'Hi'. At first surprised, pleasantly surprised, she replied cautiously with a 'hi', but put her purse aside. We were looking right into each other's eyes at two-feet distance, it was subliminal. Then I started talking and she listened attentively. Here's the dialog that ensued:

Hi. (hi) I need a female perspective on something. (ok) I was just in the bookstore looking for a book on turbo-props for my internship. (uhu) Before I could find it, I ran into the relationships area of the bookstore, (uhu) and one book in particular caught my eye: "Why Men marry Bitches". (shock, disbelief, and lol) *with a straight face* So, tell me, why do you think men marry bitches? -lol- (lol some more...i dunno) What are you doing standing around over here? (Oh, I'm waiting for my...Mom and brother, and grandmother to pick out a movie.) So are you a techno-phil, err, so does that mean you're a technophobe? (Oh no, I just got tired of waiting for them to make up their mind) What's your favorite? (movie? I think..) No...Whats your favorite genra? (Comedy) Do you like Tom Hanks? (Oh yes, he's my favorite! *surprised look*) Yea, he's a good actor. I was just watching Terminal yesterday. (I don't think I've seen that one) Tom Hanks plays a foreigner who came to the U.S. and he got stuck in the airport..(ohhhh ok, I think I know which one you're talking about now) And he tries to get out, and then he can't and then he can, and then he can't, so they're realling messing with him (-agreeing-) Yea, it's not much of a storyline. I think it's the actors that really made it a great movie (yea, Tom Hanks, and....he's the best, number one...) Then who's number two? Well, it doesn't matter who's number two, because he's not number one. (agreeing, lol) Actually, I think the fling between Tom Hanks and Catherine Zeta Jones really gave the movie it's energy. Wouldn't you say so? (*brightens up*) Do you like to travel? (umm, yea...) Where was the last place you went? (Well, I just moved here from New Jersey) Oh, really? How do you like it here, with as warm as it is all the time? (Well, it's definitely different from Jersey, a lot warmer) Yea, I always loved the northern weather and the snow. (Yea, I was surprised that most people down here have never seen snow!) So what did you do up there? Did you snowski? ( Snowboard? ( Then what did you do?!?! (I sledded!) What? Did you like jump out into your backyard or something? (something like that...) I'm from up north too, way north (*intrigued* where?) Do you know where Ukraine is? (, I don't. where is it?) Try Europe, eastern Europe. I moved here when I was 4. (Oh really?, her little brother and father show up) Well I had a great time talking to you. (Me too) See you around. (Bye!)

I had a great time talking to her, and I told her so. From what I can tell about body language, and from the extent to which she opened up to me, told about her personal life and overall brightened up, she did too! We were both a little bummed out that her family showed up at such a moment, but I learn from mistakes. I don't care how incredible the girl is, I'm not getting involved with a girl's family unless it's mairrage, which in itself is an EXTREMELY unlikely thing to happen. Earth would probably get hit by an asteroid sooner than I would hitch up. I definitely don't need the extra hassle. I took the best response I could come up with, and that was an honorable exit before her old man starts interrogating, critisizing and getting fussy. I have better things to do than compete with some 7ft tall dude over a girl I just met. I left the scene undaunted and feeling good about myself. I will probably never see that girl again, but if I do, who know's where it might go?

ANDREW ON JANUARY 31, 2007 4:57 PM

I was at an audition for a play and I was finished talking to the director since I have worked with her before and there was rehearsals for another play going on at the same time. There was a huge pack of girls my age and I guess since I was making my director laugh telling a funny story that happened when I was once in New York, I guess somehow I looked entertaining to all of these women. About 2 minutes into the story I had about 5 girls talking to me at the same time, each hot in there own way. It was absolutely insane! I never get this kind of attention. Women were talking to me, I didn't have to do anything. Well anyways one girl stood out the most who was the most talkative and so we chatted about the usual stuff. I didn't know her name or last name and she wanted to go out with me. She gave me her number and then a couple days later we go out. This was a pretty crazy night for me. (By the way, I got the part I auditioned for)..


I was at a DJ Breaks Night in London Bridge with a girlfriend of mine. Well we are dancing away having some fun. I'm doing a style of Dance called the Melbourne Shuffle, which is fair enough as I'm from Australia. I turn my head anti clock wise looking over my left shoulder and in a crowd of about 300 people I see a HB9, dancing like someone has poured oil over her. Our eye's entangle from 15 feet, the crowd appears to disperse. I instantly but casually rotate my body and slowly make strut my way to her, with the gap between our eye's shortening. Now I'm in her personal space. I pull her into me and smell the nape of her neck. Step back, then look approvingly at her whole body. I pull her back in and it's on. I never spoke a single word to her. Twenty minutes later I left her and went back to my friends. This was the day I learned the power of body language and confidence. Trust your instincts.

ROB ON FEBRUARY 1, 2007 3:50 PM

Ok, I'm pretty new to the whole PUA scene and its lingo, and while my story may be tame or even lame to some, I had great fun. I had just gotten some stuff from the Mystery Method and from David DeAngelo and one of the things that was mentioned was go out into the field and just DO this stuff, so I called up a buddy of mine and told him to meet me at the local bar. We arrive about the same time and shoot the breeze for a bit and start walking around, and we end up in the basement of this bar where there is a bunch of billiards tables, dart boards, and of course, a bar. Well, it's Saturday night and the place is jumping, hardly any seats anywhere, and I spy a couple seats next to a couple women at a table. I figure I'm not out to actually pick anyone up, just to have a drink, a good time with my friend, and see if any of this stuff actually works. So I walk over and ask the women if any of the seats around them are taken and they tell me only one is, that some dude had been sitting there, but that he had wandered off. I say, "Screw him," and sit down with my buddy. The women giggled a little bit when I said that, and I didn't really care either way about them giggling or about the wandering guy who just lost his seat to me.

So I'm sitting there, not looking at the women, talking to my bud, and on the inside, I'm screwing up the courage to open these women for real, well nothing works but to do it, and so screw it, I did. I had started with my back to them while bsing with my friend and now I turned enough to look over my shoulder at them and I opened them with "Who lies more" opener and wouldn't you believe it? Not only did it grab their attention, but they both turned to face me, all smiles. So I ask them who lies more, and they blah blah about men do, which didn't really matter to me and I busted on both of them about being "typical bitter women" while smiling just a crack and they start laughing. The conversation turned to Seinfeld with me quoting some Costanza to them and the one woman next to me, I had been pretty much ignoring (she was my "target"), she pipes up something off the wall about being a huge Lakers fan when she was younger, and that she knew all the players names, stats, etc. I picked up on this and busted on her for being a stalker and probably having a shrine in her room to all these guys, and I even moved my chair away from her and said loud enough for her and her friend to hear, "not another one", while looking at my friend. Her friend really cracked up at that one, like I hit the nail on the head or something, and from there I was "in". My target starts up with touching of the my arm, and then my leg, to which I'm staring at her hand and telling her, "hands off the merchandise, this shit ain't free", and she's laughing the whole time. She kept texting somebody and I busted her on that and accused her of having calluses on her thumbs from so much texting, and I told her to give me her hands so that I could feel her thumbs, which she readily gave me her hands, and that started a whole banter about calluses and whatnot. Incidentally, I found out that the guy she was texting was somebody she was supposed to meet, and she kept putting him off, making excuses so that she could stick around and stay in the conversation. Eventually she had to leave and I said, "Hey! Give me your phone number, we'll continue this conversation another time." I stuck out a drink napkin and my pen, and she wrote it down. Pretty amazing stuff considering I wasn't really trying for a number or any results whatsoever, I was just going out to see if this stuff works and to have fun. This stuff REALLY works.

TONY ON FEBRUARY 2, 2007 9:58

am ok, so i went to a rave one night because my friend dragged me along. she's really into this scene so i thought i'd try it out. so people are dancing and glowsticking and blah blah blah. wasn't sure if i was ready for that whole thing yet so i go and sit down against a wall next to this damn cute girl, about 20 or so. she is all decked out in hippie stuff, not my normal bag, but whatever, hot is hot. i start up a conversation that ends up going for a bit, a half hour or so, then i tell her i have to go. walk around a bit, find my friend, we dance, etc. so a few hours later i run into this girl again (or she runs into me i guess) and grabs me to go sit down again. so i'm escalating kino, building comfort. another hour goes by. we do this process one more time (me leaving, her finding me) and then finally my friend comes and finds me, with hippie girl in my lap, telling a story. she's tired and wants to go back to our other friends house, and has found a boy. i get up to go, but hippie girl grabs my arm and writes her name and number on my forearm in sharpie. so we are driving back with my friend, her boy, and boy's friend. boy's friend looks pretty bummed, so i start asking him what is wrong. he tells me he's having one hell of a shitty night, he came here with his girlfriend, she was really cold towards him about halfway through the night, and whenever he would find her, she would disappear somewhere. anyways i guess at the end of the night, his gf breaks up with him, tells him he is loser and walks away. i feel for the guy. "shit buddy, don't worry about it, she was probably some stupid broad anyways."

buddy looks a little pissed,

"you tell me, her name is written on your arm".


JOE ON FEBRUARY 2, 2007 12:37 PM

It's hard to forget the embarrassing moments in life. Sometimes they fill you with regret and shame, even complete disgust. They're so shameful that the bad memory is embedded into your head and makes you wish it never happened.

But my embarrassing kissing memory doesn't involve humiliation or shame; in fact, it involves nothing but good memories and the gratitude that it did happen in a most humorous and embarrassing way!

The night began innocently enough. I was celebrating a going-away party with my friends, so obviously it was a very emotional night. But it was also full of fun and joy, as all of us were having a great night drinking and partying. I was probably having the most fun of everyone, as I was at a fantastic lounge in The Big Apple, the music playing was awesome, and the vibe was just fantastic.

I was prancing around the bar, grooving to the great tunes at the bar, and, of all things, pretending to be a crab! So I'm walking around all funny-like, imitating, of all things, a crab, when I see this gorgeous girl laughing at me. I was stunned by her beauty and even more by the fact that she seemed interested! So, full of confidence and more than a few shots of Jack Daniel's, I walked like a crab up to her: cocky, confident and...well, not tall, but short. Because, you know, I was being a crab, right?

So I introduced myself as she laughed and asked me about my funny "crab walk." To all you guys: This is a great conversation-starter and attention getter! Who doesn't notice a guy walking around and dancing like a crab?

I told her that this was just something that came naturally to me. My mother was a crab, so it's just the way I naturally walk. Teasing her (a great turn-on), I asked, "Do you have a problem with my crab ancestry? Huh? Are you racist?"

This provoked a big laugh, and got our meeting off to a fantastic start. Humor really is a powerful aphrodisiac that we guys should use to full effect. Ladies, it doesn't hurt to use some funny lines and body language on guys, either.

So this girl, Melissa, and I chatted all night. As the night was dwindling, the music got really good, we danced a bit, and the romantic tension rose. As we were cuddling, she asked me how crabs kiss. Naturally, this was a great opportunity to be funny. I had gotten to know her by being funny, so why not escalate the romance by being funny, too?

"Well," I said, "crabs actually have a rather fascinating way of kissing. First, they of course have to assume the natural 'crab walk' position." So I bended my knees outwards and stooped down like a crab, falling several inches short of her. This caused a laugh.

"Next," I said, suddenly feeling the effects of nearly 8 hours' worth of alcohol, "they take the girls' hands with their pincers." So I grabbed her right hand in a pincer-like fashion, digging slightly into her skin. She giggled.

Things were getting really good, and I could see in the sparkle of her eye that she was more than just a little excited. It was truly becoming a night to remember.

So what happens when you're having the time of your life, flirting with a gorgeous girl, and getting ideas of how the night will end?

You do something really, really, really embarrassing, of course! Guess that's just the way life keeps us in check.

"What happens next?" Melissa asked me in a deep, flirty voice.

"Well," I intoned in my best impersonation of James Bond. "Then, we...uh....." I suddenly blanked out as I felt the unwise mix of Jack Daniel's, Rolling Rock beer, sangria, and wine hitting my head. I started to stumble, but not in my entertaining crab manner. This was not deliberate stumbling like the crab walk-it was stumbling that comes from too much Jack D's and not enough food and water! Before I knew it, in front of this hot beauty I was trying desperately to attract with humor and aplomb...

I dropped backwards on the floor!

Immediately Melissa jumped out of her seat to see if I was okay. I was a bit out of it, but I didn't pass out. She rushed to give me water as I turned bright red. This was really embarrassing...I had totally blown it by looking like a drunk idiot. All I could see as she bended over to help me and give me water was my chances of seducing this gorgeous woman slipping away...

Until something amazing happened. She asked me with a grin, "Is falling backwards on your ass the next way that crabs kiss?" Suddenly the ominously grey clouds parted and sunshine began to pass through!

I could have blurted out something stupid and sheepish like, "No, no, that's not the way they do it...I'm sorry," or "Man, I really messed up, didn't I?" That would have completely buried my chances of seeing the romance continue. But I guess the alcohol didn't totally wipe out my brain cells, as I still had enough say something witty and funny. I had been given that one moment when you can either make or break the mood, and somehow found the words to pass the test: "Actually, it is. You see, crabs have this ritual where they drop to their floor, hard on their ass, particularly after drinking much wine, while the female crab bends over to give the male crab a big, wet kiss that heals his boo-boo."

Melissa laughed, impressed that I could see the humor in the situation and not be too embarrassed. If you can turn a potentially humiliating experience into a funny one girls (or guys) can laugh about for years, only good things will happen.

And they did. Melissa said, "Well, then I guess I have to give you a good old crab kiss and heal your boo-boo." She leaned over and gave me one of the most fantastic kisses I can ever remember. It didn't last that long, though, because we soon burst out laughing at how silly the whole episode was. How could a guy who walked around like a CRAB catch the attention-and the attraction-of a girl who could have been a model?

By humor, of course. I remember that kiss more for how much it made Melissa laugh than for the kiss itself. Which just goes to show you: Funny moments can make a kiss all the more memorable! Don't be afraid to look at the humor that so-called "embarrassing" moments might just find that they make the moment even more special

MARK ON FEBRUARY 5, 2007 6:24 AM

I had just completed reading David D. DYD and really excited about finally figuring out how women worked! I memorized a couple opinion openers to go and test out : "Who lie more, men or women"; "Who's the smarter Sex"; "Whos sexier Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise"

I drive straight to the shopping mall, and start walking around with my radar up. After just a few minutes I spot a really cute I girl. I start walking toward her. The weirdest thing happening: My hands begin to tremble, I get a lump in my throat, I start sweating a little and a flood of thoughts just start pouring into my head : What if her BF is around, What if she laughs at me, What if other ppl see me approach and bomb-Will they think I'm a loser? I keep walking....right past her.LOL. I'm too scared.

I take a deep breath and keep walking. "OK Mark, its OK. You'll be fine. All women are into you, you're the greatest catch out there", I say to myself under my breath. I spot a two set "I can do this, I can do this...", the lump is back, "what am I doing I can't do this, this stuff is only for other people". I walk right past them. I refuse to give up, I walk toward them- and end up walking past them, again. Although this time, I'm so consumed by the fear that I accidentally bump into someone.

"I'm so sorry. Are you OK?" We say in UNISON. We both laugh.

Me : "Its cool, I know you just wanted to touch me", I say teasingly.

Her: "LOL", covers her mouth and looks away.

Me : "You know I don't like it when women treat me like a piece of meat - I have feeling and emotions too." I say like a drama queen(I'm still scared but I have to fake calm and relaxed)

Her : She's killing laughing alot now.

Me : I keep a straight face(I remember what David says about never acting too happy) And look at her with a raised eyebrow.

Her : "You're so funny", and she touchs my arm

Me : I look at her touch my arm, I look at her and say - "You know its too early in the relationship to be touching. I want a divorce."

Her : "A divorce, what are you talking about we just met!"

Me : "You're right it's over", I start to walk away. (Okay, Mark now turn around and ask for her number...but what if she say's NO, I don't care just do it, I think to myself.) I turn around :"Hey whats your e-mail address"

Her: "Err...I don't know... "

Me : "OK, fine" I walk away. (Ahh, I told you not to try this stuff)

Her: She runs to me, gives me her bussiness card : "You're interesting call me sometime" - Smiles and leaves.

I'm thinking, YAY YAY YAY, this stuff really works. I do two more appraoches although not as successful, I still had FUN.

Moral of the Story - "Steal her frame"

RICKY ON FEBRUARY 6, 2007 12:42 PM

I was up at Penn State a couple weekends ago and was very excited about sarging some of the drunk sorority girls. So I roll up there with a guy friend and two chicks. Immeadiately I leave them and start talking to random girls with ok success. After about fifteen minutes I get into a two set and it looks like I can take things wherever I want. I see that my AFC friend and the two girls are relatively close so I run some game on these other girls I'm talking to and before I know it, I'm making out with both of them, in front of my friends. It was almost hard not to smile or laugh while I was kissing them because my friends are cracking up. Afterwards my AFC friend gave me mad props..."I've been here for a whole year and that's never happened to me and you come here for fifteen minutes and you're making out with two chicks." I felt very good afterwards lol.

THE Q ON FEBRUARY 6, 2007 3:19 PM

It about 18 degrees outside and V day rapidly approaches. I sit in my 4 walled cell aka cubicle reflecting and fearful of yet another lonely V day in the frigid East coast winter. The Approach, wow, the most unrealistic, yet real fear in my life. This coming from an accomplished martial artist, who grew up in a small city that once had the dubious honor of being the murder capital of the country (EPA,CA), I've hang glided from almost two thousand feet, I've been shot at, I've been robbed at gun point. But none seem to invoke the fear of approach I now suffer. In December of 2006, a trip to visit family, I did actually open my mouth an spoke with a young woman that seated her self next to me on the plane... captive audiences are easy. I was actually attempting, even if badly, to execute some of the techniques I have been learning. The conversation flowed from chatter, to serious, to hollarious, to silence and chatter again. As the flight comes to an end, and self talk begins an internal jihaad. I must close, get a number, get a email address, get something... NO, NO, NO, just say it was good to meet you and enjoy your time in Oakland. Oh I'm so weak... after a some heavy sweating, and deep breathes. I search for a pen, and grab a napkin. I write down my email and phone number, rip the napkin in half, hand her the blank have and the pen an say nothing... heart pounding... she immediately take the pen and paper and does the same. Ahhhhhhhhhh... we exchange sheets, chat a little and say good byes... it really works.


This is an honest to goodness pick up story. You'll know it's true because NO ONE could ever make something like this up! lol!

Please don't disqualify me because I wasn't CONSCIOUSLY using any of the Major PUA's tactics. I didn't know about any of them when this happened.

I was 32-33 and she was a 19 year old cutie at the University of MIchigan. I used to rent cars from the Hertz branch at the hotel where she worked. I rented pretty much every weekend to keep the mileage off my car which was a nice sports car. So, I'd see her every weekend. Either her or this other manager dude. They were the only two I remember working there.

One day she said "You never take me for a ride in your" (my sports car.) I took note of it but didn't say anything either way.

What I decided to do was wait until next week, when I would likely see her again, and prepare myself to close the deal.

I came in the following week, she checked me in and went to get my rental. I didn't say a word. I didn't try to remind her of wanting a ride. I just pretended like last week didn't happen.

As soon as the checkout was finished, and I had my keys, I said

"Thanks, see you next week."

She said:

"'re NEVER gonna give me a ride, are you?"

Fully prepared, I responded without missing a beat..

"Do you just want to go for a ride around the block, or do you want


She stammered and stuttered, clearly caught off guard not only by my response but my the FORCE with which I delivered it. (Remember, I was ready this time.)

She said:

"D-do something, I guess."

I said:

"Fine, what time do you get off work on Monday?" (This was the day I'd be bringing the rental back.)

She said:

"Six O'clock."

I said:

"Ok, I'll be there then and we'll go get a movie." Then I just took off.

Monday at 6:00pm I roll in.

She's all dressed up in a dress and looking really good.

I drop off the rental, throw her into my car, we go to the movie rental place. I let her pick one out and I picked the other. She picked some DEMONIC terror movie (lol!) I went for the romantic 'chick flick' (Hey, I didn't think we'd get to either movie and I was right.)

We drive right back to my place (Not much of a joy ride in my vehicle. Total elapsed mileage: maybe 4 miles.)

We come into my place, put on the movie, within ten minutes we were making out and within 15 I was INSIDE of her. And literally, as I was just entering, I heard a VERY FAINT tap at the door.

Now, if you're like me, when you're getting intimate with a chick, even if you hear sounds or THINK you are hearing them, you just blow them off cause nothing is going to get in my way at this point. I actually thought at first that I was just hearing things so I continued.

But the sounds continued. I got off her, went to the door, made sure it was double bolted and said:

"Who is it?"

"Is Lisa in there.. This is Jeff her boyfriend."

It turns out that OTHER guy at the Rental place was HER boyfriend! lol!

She COMPLETELY FREAKED out, got up, frantically attempting to pull up her panty hose while simultaneously trying to hide in my hallway closet.

I knew who the dude was and he kept calling me by the name on my Driver's License (which I don't go by) and I just said:

"Dude, get the hell out of here and quit bothering us or I'll call the cops"

He didn't listen and threatened to KEY my SWEET ride.

So, I DID call the cops.

They came, a lady cop came to my door (with the girl still trying to hide in my closet. It was a BIG walk in but there was SOO much junk in there she didn't really fit right in.

I opened the door for the cop, drenched in sex sweat, jeans and no shirt.

The lady cop was starting to get INTO ME. lol! She wanted to come in and check out my apartment!

I was like:

"Why? just go out and find that crazy dude and make sure he doesn't jack with my car."

Finally, things settled down, she got dressed, explained that it was indeed her boyfriend. I spirited her out the Living room window, met up with her outside the complex and drove her home.

I never found out HOW he knew, but I have to figure she MUST'VE told him without telling me ANYthing. Nice!

I never saw her again until about 2 years later. I just had come back from Mexico, I was in my same car and we ran into each other on campus.

I said:

"Want to come over?"

She said:


She spent the night this time. That was the LAST I've ever seen her...


Wow, those are some good stories... I wish I had that kinda luck with women. Here's another one for you to ponder my talent (or luck depending on how you want to look at it lol) Anyways, I was at a theatre camp and I had wanted to talk to this one girl and I needed a great pep talk so a buddy of mine says okay since you may never see her again just go up talk about something in general and close it.. He gave some other encouraging words (I felt like I was in a high school football movie at the state final game lol) I just go up to her and I talk to her and ask how the camps been for her and how her summer was just little chat and then I said I had to go and asked for her email and then slid in the phone number (David D's trick.. Thank you David!)... This didn't last more then 3 minutes or at least it felt short..

Even though things didn't work out for either of my stories, you always learn more from your experiences, both your successes and your failures, especially your failures. They may be short, and you may not even believe my stories are real, but they are real and I said them as real as I could. Thank you

KEN ON FEBRUARY 6, 2007 6:21 PM

I went out sarging last night with a new wing I met. It was my first time out specifically to sarge in a long time.

My wing is relatively new to the community, but he was surprizingly very good at opening. He was opening sets while I came over to wing. Most of the interactions were going very well, but I felt I needed to practice opening, which I did do sucessfully a few times that night.

Anyway, there were a few odd trends occuring last night that seemed a bit odd to me. Soulsero discovered a really easy way to open a set. He just went up to girls that were playing this one photohunt game and we just started joining in their game. This happened a couple of times.

Also was the odd trend of girls trying to kick my ass. Throughout the night I was punched, pushed, grabbed forcefully, and otherwise attacked. I even found one girl that demonstrated self-defense moves on me. She moitioned me to come close and then grabbed the back of my neck. Then pulled me in closer. She was looking at me as though she were about to kiss me... WRONG! She squeesed a pressure point and twisted my whole body around. I mean it fucking hurt. Turns out she was a cop or something.

I even had girls I just started talking to that seemed to want to brawl. Saying things like "oh, you wanna go" in that sort of way. I interpretted all this as playful and framed it as such. I can't imagine any of these girls would have seriously gotten in to a fight with me, and the interactions were playful up until that point. I even started saying things by the end of the night like "you want to fight me too, why does every girl I talk to tonight try to kick my ass?" in a playful way of course.

KEN ON FEBRUARY 6, 2007 6:22 PM

A few weeks ago an old female friend from high school found me on myspace and made a friend request. She was a girl that I had a big crush on in high school, but I was too inexperienced and wussy to ever get anything except a small kiss.

I send her a message to catch up and see what's going on. After a few e-mails I find out some interesting things: she is an exotic dancer, she is bi, and the most surprizing thing... she was really into me back in high school. Apparently in high school I was so used to being put in friend zone and lacked so much confidence, that whenever she showed interest I assumed she was just a tease.

She was in Arizona though (far from me in Wisconsin) so I didn't think anything would happen unless she came back to her hometown. Because I felt little fear of loss I tried some hardcore flirting to 1. see if she was still interested, and 2. Present my reformed-wuss personality to her. She kept saying things like "this is so not like you". I could tell she liked it though.

Even though she was somehow attracted to me back in the day even though I was a wuss most of the time... I knew she would have been in total control of the relationship, had we actually gone out back then.

Anyway I get sick for a week or so and the messages stop coming. Just for the hell of it, I sent her a message a few days ago, and yesterday, she out of the blue, calls me up (I gave her my number in one of our earlier messages). I am out of town and don't recognize the number, so I wait until I get home and check my voicemail. I find out it's her and decide to check my myspace messages before returning the call.

Sure enough, I had to new messages from her. In the first one she told me that she was now back in my city, among other things. I call her up and we chat for a bit. She asks if we can meet up and I say "ok I need to take care of a few things, but I'll probably swing by later." Afterall I couldn't look too eager.

I'm looking like shit so I shower, change, and shave. I head on over and just try and be as relaxed as possible. Usually I get nervous and worked up over these types of situations, but last night I just felt comfortable. I didn't really have to game her too much at this point. I just laid back, had fun and threw in the occasional cocky funny comment when applicable.

She was staying with some friends in town but I knew they would be leaving soon so I just played it cool until they left. She put in a movie, and shortly into it I started doing some mild flirting and kino, as I could tell that she was into me. There were those tense moments where I could tell she wanted to kiss me but I tried to build up more sexual tension rather than go in for the kiss right away. In the end she ended up kissing me in mid sentence.

I proceeded to further escalate. Got my hand into her pants and she said I was going to make her horny in a way that made it sound like a bad thing. I took this as LMR because I knew it was on. To make a long story short, due to the logistics of the house we ended up in my parked car outside. I got the f-close technically, but the sex posistioning in the car sucked so we didn't get much out of it. She said "We'll need to plan another time so I can properly rape you."

KEN ON FEBRUARY 6, 2007 6:23 PM

Alright this may not have been the most solid game in the world but it worked.

So, last Saturday my buddies and I threw a bachelor party for my friend who is soon to be married. Long story short, we drink at a couple bars and eventually end up at a strip club.

Now typically I don't like going to strip clubs with guys who just throw all their money at the dancers. I used to do that at one time too before learning seduction, but it only left my desire to attract beautiful women as empty as my wallet at the end of the night. But, I figured that this was a party for my buddy so we would show him a good time, even at our expense.

I really wasn't planning on actually running any game on the dancers, becuse I wanted my friend having a good time to be my utlimate priority. Well, maybe this was the proper attitude to have, idk.

Anyway, I decided early on to avoid the tip rail, where there is way too much pressure from my buddies to tip constantly. Instead I just chilled with my friend with the most game of the whole group. He has not studied any TMM or seduction as far as I know, but just seems to "get it" better than most people I know. So basically I am just relaxed and having a great time with my "natural" friend and the bachelor, basically ignoring all the strippers.

At some point, one of the dancers came by to talk to our table (as they usually do when they want tips). Funny thing is nobody tipped her and she kept talking to us. She would leave once in a while to do whatever and then came right back over, nobody at our table was tipping (except the two guys that spent most of their time at the tip rail, they may have, but they were never really there that long).

My "natural" friend actually did most of the talking, as I could barely get a word in edgewise. I decided early on though that this might be a good thing as I just laid back and basically only commented if I actually found something interesting. Oh and I made a good cocky funny comment whenever I could. Or when she got overly sexual, I would kind of look at her like she was acting ridiculous.

Really, I didn't run much game at all, and it was my friend who gave her his number (because she was not allowed to give hers out at work). But I left the impression still that I was an interesting person that could not be easily manipulated.

About 4 in the morning, my friend texts me and tells me that the girl called him back. I was not too surprized, though knowing that he and I had kept our frames tight, which can be sometimes all it takes to really spark a stripper's attention.

Moving on, A couple days later, my friend calls me up to ask if I want to go to a party at the stripper's apt with him. Apparently, she was to invite some of her stripper friends, and I was to "wing" for him. Sweet, I thought, this should be interesting if nothing else.

We head on over and it is just her and us for about two minutes until a couple of her stripper friends show up. They were introduced as, Lucsious and Logan. These two friends were alright but not quite up to my expectations.

We are all drinking for a while, and two guys show up. These guys were the badboy type but they seemed to be more interested in smoking weed than get a piece. I quickly figured out they would be little threat.

So her friends really wanted to watch porn. The porn starts and it is one of those awful bargin bin type pornos. This was the time when I really started to shine. While watching it, I could easily bust in some good cocky funny comments, especially about ripping on the girl for how crappy her choice in porn was. "You know, you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of porn that they watch," this being said after ripping hard core on how bad the porn was.

Really, this is a hard FR for me to make because I was sorta drunk most of the night, so I will try my best. Anyway, it was getting late. the two guys had left and her stripper friends were getting ready for bed (they were crashing there). But my friend and I and the stripper (who will from here on out be reffered to as A) were not ready to puss out yet. We decided to start playing some cards (ya know drinkin' games).

At some point I could tell she was giving some major IOI's. I could see she was trying real hard to get my attention by doing things like flashing or doing seductive poses, but I kept busting her for doing this. Example: A: "so you wanna make-out now or something?" Me: "Hey, come on now, let's finish this hand, we have some drinkin' to do". A: (flashes her breasts) Me: "Hey, what the hell is with you tonight?"

Basically, all the time she was trying to get me sexually excited, I turned it into her just being some really annoying brat. This went well. Later on, I finally started to show some interest with light kino, like tickinling, and hand holding.

Soon after this my friend left to go to the bathroom and immediatly, A was giving me the doggy dinner bowl look. We statred making out a little until my friend came back into the room. (She didn't want him to see anything because she was afraid he was really into her.)

A little bit later my friend told me he wanted to leave. He was my ride and he wanted me to go with, but I told him I would rather just crash there, because... well he already knew anyway.

I now had her isolated as she was already sleeping in her bed (my friend and I were talking in her bedroom later on in the night as her friends were sleeping in the living room. Anyway, she was sleeping and I was trying to figure what to do next. I could have just woke her up by cavemaning her but that seemed a bit tacky for some reason. I finally decided to just fall asleep and have sex in the morning.

This turned out to be a wise choice. When she finally got up she was all over me. I hardly had to do anything but tell her to slow down. We ended up having great sex.

Anyway, this story is quite incomplete and does not really follow the mystery method in the most smooth way but I think there were definatley some good moves made on my part and some bad ones (such as being a bad wingman).

DD ON FEBRUARY 6, 2007 8:28 PM

Me and my mate sambo went to an outdoor bar in Australia to try some PUA to see if it works i had just finished the game and was curiuos as it all seemed kind of 'unreal'. Now we would normally sit with our mates at a table and not talk to many chicks and leave saying how stuck up most of them appear..not this nite, we made a concoius effort to approach as many sets as we could and use openers etc that i had gleaned from the book.

1st set was a 3 set and we opened with jealous girlfriend then rings etc, i got ones phone number in about 10mins, then we left and opened another 3 set, within 15mins they were offering to buy us beers..i dont think a chick has EVER bought ME a drink..anyway about half way thru one one of the chicks says 'hey have you read the game?' like OH FUUUK.. no whats that?..i think she knew but the bottom line was i dont think she cared as it shows we must have liked them to try it on them anyway and i think they were a bit falttered and wed already made them comfortable by using the openers etc (they read cosmo and cleo which is basically how to seduce your man so whats the difference? i say) which i think is what its about anyhow..i used to talk about stories and stars etc with chicks when i was younger and then i just stopped for some reason, so i think thats the idea its not about manipulating a chicks behaviuor but just coming in with interesting fun conversation without hitting on them straight up..anyway a couple more sets and we basically had 3 seperate sets hunting us down like cougars by the end of the night i had 3 numbers - i almost felt what its like to be a girl


Maybe not my best pickup story- just the most recent. Last Friday an old friend was in town on business. There was a gathering at a pub there. I don't remember too much about it, but I must have been doing OK, as a few days later, a sexy, sassy Vietnamese women I met that night emailed me and said "It was funny to chat up with you and watched how you handled the ladies. Nice and sweet.... You can be my coffee partner during weekend if you don't mind". Not sure about what that means, but perhaps I digress.

As it approached midnight, most of the people left, so my friend and I decided to move on. The owner of another bar was throwing a birthday for himself. At this point it was mostly a sausage factory, but there were 3 (and only 3) single women there. College girls- and this is no joke, part-time models- at one of the bar giving off attitude, but we camped out near them anyway. Someone had made some balloon animals which we discovered and started joking around with. The girls wanted to join in and play, so we chatted for a while. We'd never discussed pickups much before, but a good wing man is hard to find around here. But they they had planned to meet up with more people and go to some club and were getting distracting phone calls, so we each number closed and moved on. Again, this is not the main part of the story, so let me get to it...

My friend was tired from a week of meetings and about to call it a night, but we decided to make one last pass through another bar we know. We agreed that if we got no interest immediately, we'd go home. We made it all the way through the bar, turned to head out and and...BANG!. He said 'hi' to a pair of very cute, 19 year olds. We are both more than twice their age, but that didn't stop anything. One was rather tall, the other was about 5?4?, but since I am 6?2? and my friend is 6?3?, we teased her about being short. Telling her what I was going to do, I picked her up and sat her on the bar so that she could be taller and hear our conversation better. Such a move so early is a high-risk gamble, but she enjoyed it, and after a minute or two, I brought her back down.

Can't remember the chit-chat, but we just kept it light, funny, and quick enough. I sensed that staying on there would serve no purpose, so I suggested leaving, he agreed, and we said "come along with us". They looked at each other for a moment, but the moment was a little too long for me, so I started to move to the door anyway, and my friend turned and came with with me. "If they don't come, it's their loss", he said, perfectly voicing the right attitude. Wish he still lived here.

Just outside, we ran into some guys we knew. We chatted with them, and I heard a "hey!". Guess who was coming up from behind, with a couple of guys on their heels? I could tell from their body language that they actually wanted to ditch those guys (apparently they had met them there earlier), but we ignored them, talking to our friends for a couple of minutes. When we said good-bye and turned, the two girls quickly shuffled after us.

We went to some asian diner dive that my friend loves the food at, and the four of us were there together. We both made each other look good, teased the girls just enough. Then decided to leave. When the check came, the girls asked how much they owed, so I named a token amount- less than our share, but more than zero- and we paid up. As were leaving, my friend said, "How should we handle this?". Remembering my Roman history, I replied "Divide and conquer".

We walked along the street in such a ways that the girls were slightly separated. I stopped and kissed her a couple of times, and she seemed eager. Got some LMR, but we had already hailed a cab, and they separated. Came back straight to my place. Had a drink or two (she had never tasted Pernod or Malibu Rum) and then really closed. Pretty nice blow job too- but she asked me for lessons in the near future.

The next morning, after I made a simple breakfast, she insisted on cleaning my kitchen and bathroom. I had to get her to stop cleaning, so I asked to exchange numbers and she was off...

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