I like challenges. I like pushing boundaries and exploring new things. In the past week I came across three different PUA materials pushing what could be called “entourage game”. Namely:

1. AFCAdam’s speech at the 2007 Global PUA Summit outlining the basic concept of turning up to clubs with ten hot girls in tow and how that triggers pre-selection and social proof attraction switches. He recruits through day game, then promises the girls a night out during which they get to see him at his most attractive.
2. LSS forum member Uncle B’s series of posts detailing how to social proof exclusive clubs to guarantee free entry, free drinks, and free tables
3. Gambler’s natural game talk about how to network the club patrons.

Seeing all these things one after another actually made me feel inadequate with my level (which I’d still class as lower-intermediate) and put me in a pissy mood. A mood so bad I ended up tooling some poor sod in sparring when I went to boxing in said mood.

But on Thursday 23rd October I suddenly decide over lunch that tonight’s the night to actually try it. Uncle B is pretty specific in his rules and I follow em.

Pre-club
Suave recently met a fellow Brazilian promoter in a club and has been texted an invite to the guest list for a high-end club. We decide that’s the venue. I try to rustle up some girls. Easier said than done with four hours’ notice but HB7 Spanish agrees. I’ve no idea if it’ll work out and fear disaster (like, what happens if we get refused entry? I’ll be badly DLV’d) so I only text girls who have gone cold. I get an interesting learning point right away

Of the eleven girls I text, only four ignore it. Seven reply pretty soon, and all make excuses designed to procure a later invite. These leads have been warmed up. Cool.

Suave get’s Subzero and I on the guest list along with HB7. We want to get in early so we can chat to the doormen, door whore, and bar staff while it’s quiet and they are not busy. Before we’ve even arrived I’ve opened two doormen at a bar/restaurant across the road and then gone inside and done the same to the female maitre’d. More of the same at the pub we meet in. So I’m feeling pretty social as we enter the club.

Early-club
I immediately open the barmaid over the shoulder as she gives us free drinks. I have HB7 next to me. I’m not pushy but clearly engage her. She IOIs and gives us all a second free drink. I transfer attention to the barman and more of the same banter. They’ll remember me. Suave and I go round the corner and social proof the two barmen there. The idea is to slowly (over the course of several nights) get your face known and approved.

The promoter comes over and he looks like a PUA. We chat and I clearly convey I’ve brought HB7 and could bring more girls if I had more notice. To DHV to the promoter I need to bring the currency of the club – hot girls. Again, it’s just light chat and not pushy. I never ask for anything.

As the club fills up I sit back on a sofa and game HB7, letting her IOI madly to the view of all onlookers. When a bevy of HBs come in (all linked to the promoter) I show pre-selection by walking through them leading HB7 by the hand. I do similar things around the venue. Before long the promoter introduces us to the HB bevy and we are soon locked into that set.

It’s still early days. I haven’t hooked the set, and most of them are ignoring me. Suave does a better job of talking. Mostly I sit down at the promoter’s table and let HB7 game me. More free drinks. At one point one of the HBs takes HB7 to the VIP area for a dance, though she’s soon coming back to me.

Late-club
We don’t hang around late. By midnight the place is pretty busy and it’s still about 3-1 girls/men ratio and very high quality of average tottie. Night One’s job is done – we’ve brought a little value to the promoter, got face-to-face time with him and the staff, and practised some techniques. Best not to overstay our welcome. So we leave with an invite to come back again.

We’re all pretty pumped. It probably sounds like nothing, but we really got an insight into what’s possible. On a basic level, this is what we had:

– Free entry to a hot club
– Free drinks
– A seat at the promoter’s table, surrounded by HBs
– An invite to the next one
– A great time

The plan is to do a better job of it next time, preferably turning up with five or six girls. Continue to get my face known.

On the way to the bus stop Suave opens a 2-set of Czech HB6s. I DHV him with HB7 as a pivot and he number closes. I get the number of an Italian HB7 promoter near Piccadilly, but that’s a social networking link, not a game close. HB7 Spaniard comes back to my house, IOIing me the whole way but I put her on the sofa and go to bed.

I intend to classify my closes between “harem” and “entourage”. She’s the latter. The general rule is if I feel the close isn’t strong I’ll put them in the entourage so that it’ll raise my value to them. If I get LJBF’d, the entourage is the back-up plan to still get value out of them.

I’m having a quiet drink with friends on Friday 16th October 2009, trying to keep my social life balanced. Nonetheless as we end up in Digress at Moorgate my friend can’t help introducing me to his group of six buddies as “Krauser, the pick up artist” and telling them I’m some kind of miracle worker. Them being chodes they are intrugued to this new shiny thing and bombard me with questions. I try to talk it down, but can’t resist showing them some photos on my phone to prove I’m not full of shit.

They want a demo. Naturally.

Standing behind us is 2-set HB5 Blondes. I open over the shoulder with my usual Spiderman/Hulk opinion. Easy hook, I turn and run the set. I bring in one of the chodes for fun. They think they’ve witnessed a miracle. Instead of being allowed to relax and go back to talking about football and stuff, a friend puts his arm around my shoulder and confides:

Friend: Can you help out Wes? He’s not had a girlfriend for 2 years. I’d really appreciate it if you can set him up
Krauser: Right, shall I just assign him a girl from my harem?
Friend: You know what I mean. Just get him talking to some girls.

Evidently with great power comes great responsibility. I take him around and open 2-set HB5 Blondes (different one). After a few minutes I bring him in but he totally drops the ball:

Krauser: Ok, what would you like to do? I mean, if there were no limits on your time, money, danger, skills. A dream could come true. What would it be?
HB5: Cycling. I love cycling.
Krauser: You mean out in the countryside, going up and down the hills, seeing nature all around you?
HB5: Yes!
Krauser: Hang on. [turns around]. Wes! Wes! Come here a minute. [he comes]. HB5 here was just saying how she loves cycling out in the countryside. Going up and down the hills, seeing nature all around. You’re into that aren’t you?
Wes: Uh…… where are you from?
HB5: Essex
Wes: Me too!

I leave them to it, knowing it’s already dead. I reopen her later to practice rock star body language and she’s well into it. But I’m not.

We go to the dance floor. I have zero dance floor game but I’m feeling pretty good so I start bumping girls and saying dumb shit. There’s no good sets though. I bump HB5 Nigerian and she hooks strong. I dance with her a bit, do the secret handshake routine and then as I leave she’s saying “take my number! we have to meet so we can practice the secret handshake”. Fun night, but no quality sets.

Next night I try to have a quiet drink with different friends. Again I’m introduced as a “pick up artist” and again I am interogated. Not that I mind. It strokes my ego somewhat. We try a few bars and in one I see a Turkish 2-set I like. I opinion open and do a good job with negs, bodyrocking, rewards etc. I bring a friend in for the obstacle and end up numberclosing the HB7 target. Definitely a number I’ll call.

On the tube to Old Street I open a seated HB6 Red Hair with “Hi. Can I have your hat?” and she hooks but I have to get off the train. On the way up the escalator I bump into HB6 Bolivian who hasn’t called since last week’s day 2. She looks more like HB7 now and apologises profusely. I pretend to give her a hard time and she texts me the next day.

At Hoxton Square I open a three set of HB5s behind us in the queue just to pawn them to get us past the bouncers as a mixed group (opener is to a girl with a tiara: “Excuse me. When you take the tiara off does the wig come off with it?”). Inside I open HB5 Spanish and her HB5 Married Russian friend. It’s dark and she’s my type so I initially over-rate her as a HB7. I spend most of the time talking to the commie cos the target has to keep going out the bar to collect friends (it’s a birthday party). Towards the end of the night I isolate her, kino and number close but I doubt I’ll call.

I do some day game on the Saturday and Sunday, but not very motivated. My first set is a twenty-minute number close of HB6 Taiwan student, then I hook but can’t close HB7 Brit (She’s insistent on the BF defense). I make her laugh a lot but it’s just not happening. I apocalypse a Russian 2-set then instant date HB7 Polish at Foyles cafe. She actually suggests the coffee, and later suggests a Day 2. Despite this, she seems a little flighty and I sense a high LJBF danger.

The next day I only do two sets cos I’m trying shop for a new mobile phone. HB7 Brit stops but doesn’t hook. I lose it when at the beginning I indicate for her to take out her earphones. She doesn’t so I indicate again. After looking at me strangely she says its not turned on and she can hear me fine. Weird, but I’ve essentially DLV’d. Later I run out of Starbucks to catch HB8 Brit student and she gives me an early BF defense but still hooks and gives IOIs. For some reason I can’t get my word-flow going so I eject after five minutes. Should’ve ploughed.

Friday 16th October, at Starbucks. The boss is away so the staff are at play. Three of us go out to Pizza Express for a long lunch. We’re chatting about pick-up amongst other things. I’m into MRA these days (Mens Rights Activism) and enjoying the Spearhead site. I go for coffee and a nap.

Waking up I notice HB8 Indian 18 yr old walk in. She has that headturning female polarity where it’s all about her manner and carriage rather than bouncy tits and curvy arse. Slim, elegant, perfectly graceful movement. She’s got one of the 1930s beige raincoats on that I love. She joins the queue.

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I sit on the sofa at the other end of the cafe. We catch brief eye contact, which I don’t break, but it’s far away and there’s a good chance she’s not even focused on me. Nearly the end of my lunch. I think. I haven’t done a proper coffee shop sarge. How am I going to do this?

I get up and walk to her. She’s looking at the pastries. I do the light three-finger arm turn and indicate her to remove the headphones. She does and smiles expectantly. I do my usual opener, low energy. She smiles and gives the BF defense. I ignore it, introduce myself and she starts opening up. A few IOI questions. She absentmindedly picks up a sandwich and puts it down again.

My conversation is sparse and uninvolving. I’m concentrating on energy levels (low) and good body language. She seems very comfortable, like I’m not triggering any of her safety alarms. At the till I go for the Facebook close with:

Krauser: I’m headed back now. It was really nice to meet you. Are you on Facebook?
HB8: Yes
Krauser: OK. Let’s trade details and I’ll add you
HB8: I’m not sure I should. I’ve got a boyfriend.
Krauser: Don’t worry. I’m not gonna pick you up. *opens phone*
HB8: OK
Krauser: How do I spell your name?
HB8: blah blah…… *at front of queue, orders drink, I wait* …. blah blah
Krauser: Is that right *shows phone*
HB8: Yes
Krauser: I’m guessing there’s not many of you on Facebook, a name like that
HB8: Just the one
Krauser: OK. It was very nice meeting you. You have a good day *shakes hand for third time*

Back at the office I add her immediately and send a message. She accepts quickly and replies:

Krauser: Hey. I probably surprised you a bit there. It was nice to talk to a girl with such impeccable manners. Have fun in Fiji.
HB8: That was quick
Krauser: Slow work day. Gearing up for the weekend

So why the detail on this one sarge? Things I’ve been trying / learning:

– It’s time to expand the range of sets I can open. Coffee shops are the obvious next step
– Calibration requires low energy and strong oak-tree body language because you can’t make a big DHV from jumping out in front of them
– Everybody can hear you, so keep it quiet and don’t force her to defend against social shaming
– The three-finger arm turn is nice. Non-threatening but quietly dominant. It forces them to give you their full attention
– She doesn’t have any momentum to arrest and it’s harder for her to walk away. This is a double-edged sword because you have to be more alert for IODs.

Sunday 11th October and I’m sitting in Cafe Nero in Covent Garden again. I still fully intend to take the day off from sarging and the cold I came down with on Thursday night has still got me sniffling a little. I settle into a chair and start reading Dr Aubrey Andelin’s Man of Steel and Velvet. It inspires me. I start to notice the pretty girls walking past outside. One comes in for a coffee and I find myself straining at the leash.

I text Instinct and Prize. Busy. I think I’ll sublimate the urge so I text Subzero and suggest we just have coffee. On a whim I also text Suave, a noob I once daygamed with after he say me number close an HB9 Russian Ice Bitch. He says he’s on the Sarge School bootcamp this weekend and is loving it. They are doing the daygame session in Covent Garden in an hour’s time.

Things click into place.

I text John, just intending to bounce off their group every hour or so to maintain state. Instead he asks if I’ll help out with the instruction. Baddabing! I become an instructor. Sort of.

We meet. There’s five students plus John, Jimmy and Ace. I’m looking pretty damn cool so the students just assume I’m doing this all the time. I’m determined not to disappoint. John takes us into a quite alley and gives his group talk on the basic approach. Then we pair off with students and I take an Aussie lad through the specifics, drilling it into him with about thirty practice approaches with me as the HB. He makes quick improvement.

Then we pair up again and I’m taking a Teenage Tim out for his first approaches. He’s really nervous and can’t even memorise the three sentences. I put on my PUA instructor hat and try to figure out the best way to proceed. He’s clearly going to need lots of work but his attitude is good – he is clearly prepared to put the work in. So I think let’s keep it simple and just push him into set.

HB6 walks by. I point her out and say “go”. He wavers. I grab him, point him towards her and shove his back. GO!!!! He goes, he opens, she stops, smiles, she walks on. Well done lad, you’ve broken your duck. I keep up the momentum and push him into two more sets quick-time. The lad is giving it his best shot.

He’s doing everything wrong but I figure it’s a mistake to point these things out. What he needs is a half-dozen approaches under his belt then we can start on the refinements. So in the 45 minutes we are together I get him into six sets, two of which go pretty well and the girls give him beaming smiles and stop to chat for a couple of minutes. Tim is getting some nice early reference experiences – they didn’t kick him in the balls, tell him to fuck off, or call the police. He’s pleased. And lest you think I’m just spectating, I give him encouragement and also open a set as a demo.

The team regroups and next I take two lads out, Asian and Aussie. These two are mid-20s and more assured as men but still pretty nervous as aspiring PUAs. It’s raining so not many sets around but they open and I give feedback. We chat about 2-sets and they want to know how its done. I explain, then get them to point out a set. I facebook close HB6 Israeli 2-set as they look on. It’s a beautiful sarge too, one that deserves an audience. I’m stoked, and they think I’m the Man. [She adds me to FB and messaging ensures]

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Later they want to know how to open an HB6 Canadian who is idly browsing at a food stall. I show ’em. No close, but nice open and a few minutes chat. It’s a tough set too because it’s so crowded.

It’s a very pleasant experience. I feel good instructing, and by thoughtfully watching my charges I learn things too. They have confidence in me which greatly elevates my state. It’s only a short session and the SS guys invite me out for the night game in Old Street.

Subzero has shown up by now so we have a coffee, eat and then regroup for the evening at 10pm at the Electric Ballroom. I’ve dusted off my snakeskin jacket and snakeskin shoes, experimenting with a new look. Unfortunately there’s a dearth of sets. We all end up in Zigfrid and Asian opens the one good set. He does really well too. Lots of mistakes, but getting alot right too. Aussie wings for a while but runs out of steam and ejects.

I’m looking at the set seeing the obstacle falling further out of the conversation and see a cockblock coming. I’m enjoying chatting to the lads but figure it’s time to wing. I walk over.

Krauser: Hey Asian! You were awesome last night. I gotta get you a drink.
Asian: Krauser. Cool man, thanks. blah blah
Krauser: So, who are your new friends?
* introductions *
Krauser: [to target] Play nice. He’s a good friend of mine. [turns to obstacle] So, that accent…..

I’m totally outcome-neutral (she’s HB3, unlike her HB8 friend) and knowing I have to demonstrate wingwork to the students I’m more conscious and more diligent in implementing technical game. I entertain her with DHV stories, reward and punish with body language, high five, neg, sprinkle in higher learning etc. She’s really enjoying it. Importantly, the two things I pointed out to the other students pre-winging are implemented – I keep strong upright body language (no pecking) and I mini-isolate by turning her away from the target. Asian does a good job at his end and number closes a genuinely feminine HB8. I’d have liked her myself. Good work my young jedi knight.

No I haven’t broken my fast. This is a field report of the last straw before I started the fast. Friday 2nd October and I’m in Cargo again. I didn’t want to go out. My flight home was cancelled and the next one (two hours later) rerouted through Heathrow. So I barely have time to drop off my stuff and shower before Subzero badgers me into coming out.

I tell myself I should take “right action” even when I’m not motivated. So I stumble out and get there for about 9:30pm. No queue, and it starts quiet. We are just sitting drinking and I make a decision to just enjoy that and not open. It’s a weight off my mind. I relax and enjoy just normal masculine company.

And then a HB5 English sitting next to me in the beer garden opens me:

HB5: Excuse me, are you Polish?
Krauser: Da
HB5: Where are you from?
Krauser: Krakow. It’s a small town near [my obvious English hometown, cos of my accent]
HB5: Oh.. blah blah

That’s not word for word, I forget, but it turns out she’s into the UFC and so I negged her about her poor choice of favourite fighters. Her two friends were HB7s but totally uninterested. Nonetheless the touch paper was lit and I forced myself to open.

Looking around it seemed awfully cliquey. University is back in season and the whole beer garden was composed of large mixed sets ignoring all other sets. No interaction between sets at all. Subzero is urging me to open but blatantly bottling put his money where his mouth is.

I need a plan to motivate me and I hit on one. I shall use Jeffy’s stupid opener and try to burn the whole bar. Ten sets in half an hour go some variation on this:

Krauser: Hi. [stands full-on, legs wide, staring]
HBs: Hi
Krauser: I’m really fucking stupid. Will you be my friend?
HBs: *laugh, snort, sneer, whatever*
Krauser: Uh, okay that’s fair. [turns away dejected]. Three years of therapy… wasted
HBs: *giggle*
Krauser: [turns back] Anyway…… blah blah

Only one or two sets dismiss me but I’m way too bored to stack so I end up ejecting early. The few times I stack it’s just stupid shit like asking if pandas should be allowed to die out because they are gay bears. It’s vaguely fun.

I’ve got five numbers to follow up on so at midnight I text the recent HB7 Italian and HB7 Japan telling them I’m back in the UK and we should meet. The Italian texts right back with “now?!!?” so I decide yeah and taxi to Piccadilly. It’s a weird meet cos her body language mostly accepts the escalation but her verbals don’t. I’m bored so after an hour I put her on a bus to Camden and go home.

Next day I meet Instinct for daygame and it’s pitiful. I just don’t want to open, and there’s no shortage of sets. We’ve tried Spitalfields market in the rain and it just seems so twatish. I know I’m projecting, but I also know I won’t open if I think all the girls are bitchy princesses. The one 2-set I do open, HB6 Brit HB6 Japan, actually confirms it, being the bitchiest I’ve ever opened. We just have coffee instead.

HB6 Spanish picks up a call and is chatty till I cut it short. HB8 Polish returns texts to say she’s going to Poland for a while because her mother is sick. HB7 Somali doesn’t reply to my booty call.

I just can’t be bothered.

I spend two weeks in Germany for work and I decide that’s a good opportunity to lock into my reality the idea that I can go to any country and solo sarge. I don’t try too hard and there’s not much time or opportunity but I get in seven sets and a number close. In rapid order:

I check into the hotel and go for lunch. I immediately open HB7 German 18-year old. She’s pretty surprised but stops and smiles a bit. Definitely a ploughing opportunity but it’s the end of my lunch break and I’m not too enthused with her short answers. I eject.

A couple of days later I’m eating dinner with the team and HB6 Petite walks past our table. I hum and har (my starter is coming) before giving chase. Good 15 minutes chat about movies and stuff, with a number close. I take the rest of the week off but again as I check in on the Monday lunch time I open HB7 Portugal who is really nice. I lock in and transition very well, picking up on the Portugal link to talk about my holiday there, about cork, and the Napoleonic wars (she seems academic). But I didn’t see her engagement ring cos of the books she’s holding. Damn.

Other sets include running out of a first floor Starbucks to chase HB8 Tall Blonde but she’s in a hurry to catch up with her mum. HB6 College opens at the pedestrian crossing but we are suddenly joined by six other girls keenly watching the interaction in a huddle around us so she clams up. I get a good ten minutes with HB8 Polish but I’ve only got one day left so I don’t try closing. She gives plenty of IOIs.

Friday 11th September, just noticed a few notes about it on my laptop. I started at Zigfrid with Subzero and Instinct. Can’t remember a great deal except that I wasn’t in a very good state.

First off I number close that Latvian 2-set in my lunch hour and swap some texts during the evening trying to get them out for the nightclub (they are only in the UK for the weekend). It doesn’t work out but I get a double Facebook add.

Having overdone Cargo lately, we start at Zigfrid – I warm up on a 2-set of blonde brit HB5s with the superhero opener. Can’t be bothered. It’s pretty dry in there so we head to Cargo

These are in no particular order, it’s all a blur.

Blond HB6 in biker jacket is occasionally wandering around the beer garden losing her friends. Prize opens her but can’t hook. Next time she passes through I go direct, handhold and sit with her about five minutes. She’s pretty dull and probably pissed. Prize reopens her later.

I apocalypse an Indian 2-set. One smiles and seems to like it, but the mother hen next to her bitched. With the benefit of hindsight, I shouldn’t have apoclypsed so loudly in front of my two wings. It probably came across rude and forced her to defend her honour publicly.

I apocalypse a Brit seated 3-set. Quite a fun little banter:

Krauser: Hi. What are you girls doing right now?
3-set: Blah blah
Krauser: What’s the odds of you coming home with me for a [points to each in turn] for one… two… three…. foursome?
3-set: [shocked pause]

Mother hen: How many shots will you buy us?
Krauser: I don’t need any shots. I’m ready to go.
Mother hen: No, how many shots will you buy us?
Krauser: Dunno. How many of my shirts will you iron?

I couldn’t be bothered to plough. They’d hooked, but were only HB5s and I wasn’t in the mood.

I apocalypse another 2-set HB6s but didn’t hang around then a 2-set HB6 frenchies with normal direct game but didn’t hang around. Jap HB5 and Canadian HB6 are opened with superhero but I ejected when I couldn’t transition and couldn’t be bothered to wait them out.

I apocalypse a Brit HB5 dancing and she gives me my only bad response of the night. 2-set HB5 waiting outside toilet take the apocalypse well and try to banter but I can’t be bothered so I politely eject. Seated 3-set lawyers HB6 respond well to the superpower opener and I get a number close and Facebook, which I add a few days later. I initially opened with “lend me your jacket, I’m cold” and sat at their table and ignored them, but reopened a few minutes later

I spot 2-set americans where the UBF is suffering a poor AFC game attempt so I apocalypse her friend. Decent response but again I don’t plough. Really not in the mood tonight.

I decide I’ve had a couple of months to consolidate the lessons of my first boot camp. I’d done eighteen day game approaches by the end of the camp, whereas I’m up to almost 200 now. Night game I’d done 22, now I’m up to over 80. So I’ve been bedding it in, not rushing to get more tuition until I’m ready.

I go back to Sarge School cos of the positive experience from the last one, the low price, and my plan to get closer to the guys involved to get more mentoring from them. Pretty much every one of the guys has something excellent to offer in advice and role modelling.

Nightgame
Walking out after the seminars with my assigned coach I tell him I want to work on dominating big sets. He pushes me into a mixed 10-set outside a pub. No target, just warm up. I do the superhero opener and it’s fine but one guy breaks off the group to talk to me and I’ve basically lost the set. I talk to him a few minutes then pull the ripcord.

Then I ask directions from HB2 lady walking down street. Not counting that as a set. It all gets disorganised as I end up getting some chips while the coach drops stuff off at this house and we get a lift in to Jewel.

Subzero and Prize are there and have been giving me a long accomplishment introduction with HB7 Japan. As I’m introduced (with strong social proof) she figuratively jumps me. I handhold lead her into isolation within a couple of minutes and lock in against the wall. Looking over her shoulder I see the SargeSchool guys giving me the thumbs up on my progress. Soon after Ace comes over to DHV me and whisper “kino” into my ear. I follow instructions then sit her down for more leaning back alpha language. Sure enough she’s leaning in and chasing me. I find it easy to work the alpha stuff when I know I have attraction.

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She takes me the rest of the night and we have a Day 2 on Sunday which goes quite well. She’s actually prettier than I thought once I see her in the daylight.

Saturday we are back in Jewel and I do more sets but really don’t feel it. There’s HB4 seated 2-set that blow me out immediately. HB7 Amercian 3-set hooks and I neg them hard and run the set well. I eject strong but seem to lose my mojo when I reopen. Don’t bother going for the close. I also open HB5 Black 2-set with Ace and that’s good for 10 minutes then I make a big mistake in talking too long and too logicially about something and I see her eyes glaze over.

I spend most of the night just picking the brains of the coaches, particularly Ace and John who have the types of persona I want to model.

Daygame
John takes us out in a small group and it’s good to get feedback from him. He’s the closest thing to a daygame master that I’ve met and I like his attitude. It’s interesting how much I’ve progressed since that first tutorial he gave me on the Basic boot camp three months ago. I can’t remember all the sets but was about ten. I was opening well but really stale and failing to close. Ace subsequently gives great feedback about how my kino was non-existant and needs to be timed to create NLP anchors.

German blonde 4-set starts me off and as soon as John points them out I run over and open. Don’t hook, but I just approached a moving 4-set with no AA. That’s progress. While we wait for a couple of people to turn up I open HB7 Irish brunette who stops to chat for ten minutes but no kino and no close. I stop HB8 European outside the market with a direct opener and get another ten minute chat with no close, then run right after HB8 French waitress for another short chat. I’m really happy with the ease of my opening but the lack of closing is toying with my mind.

I have ten minutes with HB8 Irish Actress and am quite surprised I can’t close. But it’s still productive because of the feedback from the coaches.