Title: Becoming-Field Report 1
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Blog Entry: walked in, my two friends behind me. The bar: Johnny J's and it was PACKED! I stood as erect as I could and flashed my best "sexy smirk" as I surveyed the room and exuding the demeanor of "I own this place." We began to worm our way through the crowd and I was last in the tow line that had suddenly paused. During the pause, a girl's purse bumped into my crotch "Whoa now!" I said, putting a hand down in front of me and feigning surprise and fear "You're about to kill me there!" Throwing out some cocky funny on the fly, she laughed but I had not targeted her so I continued to make my way by inches. Her friend suddenly reached out and grabbed me: "She's single" She exclaimed. It was go time. My first attempt at a pull with some PUA (pick up artist) knowledge under my belt. As casually as I could, I ignored the comment about her friend being single and asked her (who I viewed as the obstacle): "What do you think about psychics?" I opened, trying to keep my body language in check-staying back on my heels and not leaning in. "Is this some kind of bullshit line?" She shot back laughing. "No" I said "Promise. I just think I may have some ability so I wanted to try it out." I threw out the number play and guessed wrong but asked for a second chance with the cube play. At this time, her single friend (the target) comes up and asks what my name is. My response: "I can't give you my name." "Why not?" She asked. "Well, you haven't earned it yet. So I can't." I replied and the both exclaimed with the sharp inhale and look of "holy shit, he actually just said that. I turned back to the obstacle to launch the cube play and noticed that the target just vanished. It was a free flowing busy room and we were in the middle of a floor with no social structure or dynamic: a free-for-all. My intial thought was: switch targets and hit the obstacle and I started the cube but was interrupted by more people worming through the crowd. "My friends are probably looking for me." I ejected from the situation cursing my inexperience. "You rank, foolish amateur" (the words of Giles from BtVS) echoed in my head. Looking back I realized that I made the biggest mistake of negging (or showing disinterest) the target when she was showing me an IOI (Indicator of Interest). I had basically shot myself in the foot. The obstacle had brought me in, this should have been an easy play but I was too focused on making the plays and running a set to realize that I had already bought the cow. Well, we have to learn at some point. This was my solo introduction to becoming a PUA and as I learn from my failures, the phoenix will rise from the ashes. And rise it did. Almost too easily. I found my friends at the bar and they were engaged with some mutual female friends that I introduced myself. They had bought me a beer so I sat back and observed the social situation that was unfolding in front of me. One girl was friends with a guy who's sister was friends with a group of two girls that approached us at the bar. One was a tall brunette that I would call a 7-8 on the 1-10 hotness scale. I learned later that her magnificent bosom was in fact: fake. But magnificent it was...I opened on her with the psychic line again (I'm new and learning okay? I do not have much to work with at this point haha.) And again, I was wrong with the number guess. She wanted to know my age which I refused to tell her and I learned that she was 27 herself...definitely older than me but no less pretty for it. She grumbled about being and getting too old yada yada yada and I playfully negged her with a joke about her looking like something out of "Night of the Living Dead." All in good fun of course. I find that you can tell someone just about anyhing you want to, and as long as the tone is appropriate you will get away with it. She and her friends were moving to another bar and she wanted me to follow. "I'll consider it." I said, negging her again, back to the bar and chest facing out to the crowd and nowhere near her direction. She puffed and pouted a little bit and I switched gears on her. She had on a white scarf and I asked: "You know what these are good for?" (tugging on the scarf) "Pulling people in for a kiss" and I jokingly pulled her in as if I were going to kiss her-building kino (body connection) at the same time. "You really should come with us." She said again and I kind of shrugged indifferently. At this point she was a couple feet away, getting ready to move off and before she could I put it out there: "Do you want to kiss me?" She smirked and stared at me a bit suspiciously wondering if what I had said truly had some out of my mouth and if I was joking or not. Rule: Rarely, they will say "yes" in which case it is obvious; if they say "maybe" then you go for it; If "no" well...you were way off and not reading signs and body language very well-probably should not have asked the question in the first place. I took her smiling silence as a maybe and went for it and kiss-closed the girl. I was feeling so happy and on I decided to tease her about it, just a bit: "You do realize that we do not even know one another's name right?" She looked as if she had just blinked out of a spell, put her hand to her mouth realizing that I was right and even had a bit of an embarassed air to her. It was all very cute and endearing and only raised my value in her eyes more. Because if I could do it to her, I could do it to other women as well. We introduced ourselves, I'll call her "B" and then I asked: "Well, if I am to come and you are not there. How would we go about finding one another again?" "Here's my phone number." She said. Of course, I left the bulky thing I call my phone in the car because my boot cut jeans are too tight to fit the phone, my cock and my balls all in the same space comfortably. She wrote it on a napkin-I had just number-closed as well. A little later we went to the same bar. I walked in with a beaming smile and noticed an ample amount of female heads turned toward me at some point as I began my cocky funny stroll. This shit was for real and I was feeling the difference. We met up with the same group and though I flirted, I settled in with B for the night-not wanting to bite off more than I could chew and enjoy the success. Though I did not get to go home with her she told me before she left: "Don't pick up too many other woman now." I came close the rest of the night without trying but those prospects had already known someone was trying to claim me I suppose. One was a girl that was engaged...I would not want my fiance acting with another guy the way she was with me... This is the bare bones of the night. I realized that so much of what happens is lost in the adrenaline surge and the risk of the approach. It is all a mental battle more than anything. My friends seemed in disbelief at the actions I had pulled off for the night and I called another female prospect that had just got back into town and fuck-closed on her for the night. Breaking her rule about not sleeping with anyone who was not a steady boyfriend. Oops.
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