Worship Ross Jeffries

September 27, 2009
krauserpua

I’m mulling ways to blast through the sticking point of getting LJBF’d / failing to k-close. I think the main cause is my lack of sexual intent. The reason I don’t project it is a subconscious fear of losing the girl by pushing things. I’ll be in a set and chatting well and just not move it on. So my first goal is this:

Visualise fucking the girl before I approach her, and then as I look her in the eyes continue thinking about fucking her.

So far, so Gunwitch. What I also learned from my verbal escalation with HB7 Somali, and the doggy dinner bowl looks I got with my NLP on some Day 2s is the power of creating sexual state in the woman.

So if I combine a projection of my own sexual state with direct NLP leading her state – WHAM BAM – a pincer claw trap of seduction. And in all things speed seduction, Ross Jeffries is king.

I’ve got his 1994 ebook and I’m learning about weasel phrases, embedded commands and anchoring. He’s also put some set routines into the Make Women Hot video I watched recently. So far I’ve just been dipping my toe in the waters. It’s time to make a splash. Here’s my favourites:

Softener + weasel phrase + command verb + state

“When I get to know someone, I like to ask questions so I can find out what they find important. I hope you don’t mind me asking this. When you meet someone and you feel an immediate intense connection…”

“Would you mind if I asked you, just for the sake of helping me understand you better. A person can often think about fantastic sex while just having normal conversation in a normal place….”

“I just want to say, and I hope you don’t find this too intrusive, what’s it like when you are sitting comfortably and totally relaxed with a man you find totally fascinating….”

I blundered into some of these before but I need to integrate it so it’s second nature. I figure I have to be safely past the hook point and in isolation. A few times I’ve thrown these in early to no effect. It’s probably also best to start with a generic NLP routine (like my boxing one) before digging deep with these personal ones.

Have you ever…
This is the super weasel phrase. The purpose is to get the girl to recall a pleasurable state and then anchor it to you.

“Let me ask you a question. Have you ever been totally fascinated with someone? Like maybe as you were there, looking at him, and you started to listen carefully, it was like his voice just seemed to wrap itself around you, and the rest of the world just disappeared. Your entire world, everything you see, is what is right in front of you. And anything he describes, you can just picture it clearly. So, you know, if he talks about a romantic walk on a moonlit beach, the waves lapping at your feet in the sand, with your perfect partner, you can see yourself there with him, just enjoying the feeling of what it would be like?”

This is meant to create fascination and put the conversation into the emotional world. From there you’ve got her captivated and she’s ready for whichever states you elicit next.

An intermediate assessment of my progress

September 27, 2009
krauserpua

When setting out on this journey I committed myself for six months. I figured it would take that long to read the books, watch the DVDs, and do enough approaches to decide if this stuff is for real and I have the ability and cojones to acquire the skill set.

Four months in, I already have my answer. It’s a resounding yes. The questions now are more like:

(i) How far have I come?
(ii) How far can I go?
(iii) What needs to be done to get there?

Ok, let’s tackle them in order. My stats at the time of writing are: Daygame 183 opens / 56 closes, Nightgame 98 opens / 17 closes.

How far have I come?
I have approached over 250 women, taken over 70 numbers and had eight Day 2s. Skills I now possess with some competence are:

– When I see a girl I like I’ll approach her if she’s in a 1-set or 2-set, whether she’s seated, standing or walking (daygame), or in any kinds of set (nightgame).
– My daygame open is strong enough that over half the sets stop and listen to what I have to say.
– I can hook about half of those sets and get conversation going, without the need for routines, and the girl will usually IOI me.
– I routinely lock-in and bounce like it’s second nature. I get lots of compliance and where logistics allow often instadate.
– I number close about 2/3 of the girls who I hook for over a couple of minutes.
– I have an abundance mentality for opening.

That skill set in and of itself is a massive improvement on my pre-game abilities. I have the freedom to pick nearly any girl and have a reasonable chance of engaging her in conversation and maybe getting a number. Additional progress:

– I can hook about 1/3 of night game sets with an opinion opener.
– If my state is good (still reliant upon positive feedback) I can run a set with extremely dominant body language and routines.
– Once in-set, I have no concern for what other people think of me.
– I can Apocalypse open without getting a bad response.
– I can day game solo without much loss of state. I’ll still open after a run of rejections.

But I still have some pretty serious sticking points that need work. Specifically:

– I’m still showing too much outcome dependence in set, manifested in facial expression, filling silences with babble, asking too many questions, trying to number close instead of k-close, and generally worrying about losing the girl.
– I am way too tentative with my kino escalation.
– I’m not kiss closing often.
– I get LJBF’d easily, probably because I don’t open with much sexual intent. Probably because I don’t want to scare off the girl.
-It takes a long time to get into state for night game and I’m easily thrown off. I still have approach anxiety and a difficulty in transitioning from the opener to hooking.
– I don’t isolate well.
– I get many, many flakes.

How far can I go?
It’s fair to say I see no hard limit to my progress. My sticking points are all in my head and I have enough reference experiences to know I can get the hottest girls. I doubt I’ll ever get to the Mystery level of lording an entire club, or the outrageous adventures of a Tim or Jeffy. But then again I’ve had a few initial experiences of running large sets, douchebag gaming, and pushing the limits. So maybe that stuff is in my future.

For now I want to lock down the basics of one-on-one SNLs and LTRs. The rockstar success can wait.

What needs to be done to get there?
I’m basically on track. I see the path laid out ahead of me. I am mostly following RSD method with the emphasis on authenticity, inner game, and projecting value through sub-communication. I have all the materials I need to keep the intellectual side going.

I have a small nucleus of able wings to sarge with, and a route to getting more as needed. I don’t have any mentors yet but I’m getting my face known with the more experienced guys so that should come eventually. I’m doing an advanced bootcamp this weekend to get another look at top guys and direct coaching.

So I think the main strategy is to just trundle along as before. Keep approaching. Keep reading. Keep pushing myself out of the comfort zone. Then just see what happens. My motivation is as high as ever.

The biggest single leap will be when I’ve put together a couple of fuck buddies. Then the thin veneer of neediness will just melt off. I’ve come so close a couple of times so it won’t be long now.

Conan helps your game

September 27, 2009
krauserpua

Several years ago I got into reading Robert E Howard’s old Conan stories. They instantly struck a chord. This was a hero I wanted to be. He strode with ease through the world like everyone else was his guest. He had control of his destiny, and wandered wherever he felt like, enjoying the moment and rarely thinking further ahead than the next wench or the next flagon of ale. He didn’t start fights but he’d not back down from a challenge. He let nobody knowingly take him for a ride but if he was outsmarted he gave grudging respect and cheerfully got back on with his life.

To the modern girly-man, Conan is a savage. An anachronism. Where are his issues, his depth, his supplication to women, his social awareness? He’s a brute.

I loved these stories and sometimes wondered if I’d been born 800 years too late, like I’d be better suited in an era of swordfighters and swashbucklers. I decided to implement subtle Conan-esque behaviours into my life. Subtle, mind. Things like:

I started to communicate with my wife through grunts and shoves. She’d say something and I’d respond “unnnnn”, or I’d walk past and shoulder-nudge her so she fell onto the bed
We’d be in a shop. I’d grab the back of her neck declaring “We’re finished here” then lead her out, giving her a shove in the back.
While walking hand in hand I’d suddenly tug her closer to me, nearly pulling her off her feet.
Sometimes for no reason at all I’d pick her up and carry her across my shoulders.

Conan began to infect my body language. I’d stride rather than walk. I’d sit in an alpha position in cafes, my back to the wall and all exits in sight. I’d carelessly slop food around and not really bother wiping my mouth. I’d subcommunicate a barely suppressed wildness in everything I did, like at any moment I could suddenly pick up an axe and cleave a skull – though the victim would have to be deserving. I wanted to be an uncouth barbarian.

And I quickly noticed something. My wife absolutely fucking loved it.

Time passed and I forgot about it, got interested in other things. Now I’m doing game I’ve been casting around for how to shape my identity. Inner game requires a strong personal position. You have to know your values and be the man. I’d kinda lost that over the past couple of years and allowed myself to be pushed off what used to be a very clear path of what I wanted and why.
So now I’m re-reading the Conan stories and remembering that this is what real manhood is. Conan is part of my core. I have barbarian values. I’ve always had them. Now I’m proud of them.

Resistance is futile

September 27, 2009
krauserpua

Most people I know are supportive of my PUA adventure, and not just because they are entertained – like the way you encourage a clown to act stupid so you can laugh at the outcome. A few have directly and earnestly stated they think it’s exactly the right thing for me to do. They know my history, my recent problem, and my targets.

Strangely, two people I’d have most expected unqualified support from have been slipping between tacit support and outright hostility.

I’ve known “JP” about fifteen years mostly as a friend-of-a-friend. During the odd period or two we got closer for a while so he’s legitimately a good friend while having his primary social circle outside mine. He’s had the most success with women of anyone I know (likely triple figures) and he’s clearly a natural. When I started game I wanted him as a wing as I figured I’ve got plenty to learn from him and he’s probably the only friend I had who would actively sarge.

We did a bit of night game together (see my first Night Game FR post) and it was great fun. But snippets of conversation here and there since have made me wonder. He keeps saying stuff like “What’s the point of all this pick up theory? You aren’t getting laid” or “How can you call it a success if you’re not getting laid”. While at times winging with me, at other times he’s actively trying to belittle my efforts and dissuade me of the value of game.

At first I mirrored his hostility. I thought to myself: this guy knows I just went through a traumatic divorce that crushed me. He knows how hard I’ve tried to pick myself up again. He knows how difficult pick up is and how much dedication it takes to stay on track. So why the fuck is he trying to put me down and disillusion me till I give up? Does he actually want me to be a failure with women? Does he want me to live the rest of my life alone? What kind of friend is that?

Time passes, I learn different things and then I seem to hit on the reasons. It’s resistance. He does care about me, but he has his own issues and my gaming is forcing him to recognise them. Specifically:

He’s a natural, now in his early 30s and not having the same success he used to. His current girlfriend is charming and pretty but also 35 and hitting the wall.

His previous LTR was a fantastic girl but they didn’t quite get on and he’s been wondering if he made a big mistake breaking up with her and now it’s totally over because she’s moved in with someone else. Added to a few other big changes in his life recently, he’s reaching an existential crisis. He’s wondering what he’s going to get out of life now and when he has to settle down.

Being an ageing natural, now that he’s not able to replicate his earlier success it is worrying him. Having never consciously learned game he doesn’t have the road map to recapture the glory. So he’s wondering if he’ll have to settle for a lower quality girl rather than the hotties he used to bang in his twenties.

He’s naturally competitive. The thought that I could make rapid progress to the point where I surpass him hurts his professional pride at having always been the player of our social circle.

The other lad, “Kane”, I’ve known even longer. He was also a “natural” in his youth, though to a much lesser extent. He’s also absolutely of the beta-mangina mind set: respectful of women even when they don’t deserve it, believes game is dishonest, that shared interests and experiences are the source of attraction etc. Basically all of the stuff that game rebels against. He too genuinely wants me to be happy but finds game shaking his reality. Unlike JP, Kane worries that game is self-destructive and that I’m overcompensating from one bad experience with women to suddenly become a shallow misogynist who will just drift through life from one meaningless encounter to the next.

So while he is supportive of me trying to pull women, he thinks game is the wrong thing to do. Instead he recommends beta-chump strategy of basically doing nothing and hoping that at some point in the next fifty years some girl gets introduced to me and gives the right signals. If I’m to break it down I’d say he’s thinking like this:

He never had game so he misunderstands it. He thinks it’s about lying, manipulation and tricking a girl into bed so you take all the value and offer nothing back. In our discussions he’s literally failed to understand basic concepts that are transparently obvious for the simple reason that he doesn’t want to believe them.

He projects motives onto me which I don’t have. He projects that I’m just trying to get revenge on womankind by fucking loads of sluts from now till I’m 70.

He cut his player days short aged about twenty by settling with one girl who he’s now married with kids. This forces him to be strongly invested in the ideas of fidelity, monogamy and everlasting love. He’s never suffered the evil side of womankind and would rather deny it exists than acknowledge he could be at risk too.

They are welcome to their reality. I’ve learned not to worry about what they think. I’ve also learned that their resistance doesn’t betray a lack of friendly concern for my wellbeing.

Working on my inner game

September 27, 2009
krauserpua

I’ve been reading up on Tony Robbins lately, the tall smiley motivational speaker guy. Like most people, I’ve felt tremendous resistance to the power-of-positive-thought bunch. Being a realist and scientifically minded, it seems ludicrous that chanting a few mantras and plastering a smile on your face is gonna somehow result in a bigger car, a successful business and whatever else quick fix you’re looking for.

It’s easy to caricature things you don’t like and don’t really understand. I do it all the time because I’m a pretty judgemental person. Since talking to people about Game I’ve been astonished at how badly some people misunderstand it because they want to misunderstand it. It threatens their reality so they must find a way to dismiss it. Perhaps I need to look at the things that mess with my reality and figure out if I too am being overly dismissive.

Beginning game four months ago there was a break in the clouds. I’ve usually been locked in to my world view and confident that I’m right. With an airtight belief system new ideas were going to struggle to find a place. Then when I made the decision to game, I opened myself to new ideas. I was prepared to try things first, and judge them later.

On my first boot camp one of the classes was about creating your own state and we went out to a park to practice our “power move”. Sounds funny. A year ago if some nubbin in a pub had told me they have a power move I’d have ripped them apart for it. But now I’m standing in a park with five strangers, imagining a ball of positive state and anchoring it to a move.

[FWIW, my move is based on Kano’s victory pose from Mortal Kombat – I do a King Kong chest slap, look up to the sky and then growl like a motorbike revving up. Very animalistic]

Tony Robbins popularised the power move. I got hold of his speeches and gave them a shot. He’s big on NLP. His process is:

Beliefs -> State -> Actions -> Results

Look to successful people and model their behaviours. The mind can be reprogrammed to gradually change beliefs by reframing experiences and obtaining reference points. From that you can create state (that’s what the power move is for) so that you bring positivity to your actions. Constant repetition and right action will eventually form habits, and if these are success habits you’ll get the results you want.

Is this a magic bullet? No. It requires persistence and difficult introspection. Much of your success relies on other people’s actions which you cannot fully control. But if you know these people’s decision strategies, you can identify the actions that will resonate with them.

So how is this integrated into game:

Reference experiences modify your beliefs. You can’t just repeat “I’m a sexworthy guy” and expect your mind to accept it. You have to go out and sarge. After 250 approaches it is now integrated into my reality that I’m a guy that goes out and talks to women. I’m number-closing models, opening 2-sets, entertaining girls on day 2s. So by belief system is gradually settling into the “I’m a guy that number closes models”. My mind is accepting it.

When I see the model walking down the street, my mind allows me to be positive in my expectation of opening her. I’ve done it so many times I don’t get weirded out during the approach. She senses that. She feels I’m a guy who number closes models, so she’s not lowering her social value by giving me her number. So I get air-time to attract her. My actions are consistent with the sexworthy guy, so she perceives me as the sexworthy guy.

The self is always coming through, so this inner game work needs to be done. Pick-up isn’t about tactics and gambits. Those are just training wheels, to fill the space while you pick up the reference experiences. Think of it this way:

Outer game guy:
Indirect opener, sneak in under the radar with a female opinion opener
Run some DHV stories and routines to press her buttons
Hope this has generated some attraction
Play a number close gambit to get her number while pretending you don’t especially want it

Inner game guy:
Direct opener, introduce yourself and say you like her
Vibe about whatever is going on, getting to know each other
Be a high value guy and let the value attract her
Tell her you’d like to see her again so can you have her number

I’m not saying outer game won’t work, or that it’s not a good supplement. The way I’ve written the inner game approach sounds awfully close to AFC chump technique but its not. The chump is supplicating, outcome dependent, and shaking in his boots. The PUA has soft dominance, masculine polarity, and is just calmly putting the offer out there for her consideration.

I’m still approaching because that’s just a given. Where I’ve definitely made a change is I’m trying to do it all “natural”. I barely use routines in day game now. I just open strong and try to subcommunicate value. The content of the conversation is just whatever I feel and whatever she gives me.

I’m not there yet. I often struggle for things to say, or fall back on twenty questions. I’m not always communicating value so the girl gets bored. But I’m getting there. I’m plodding on with the skill set I want. As the inner game solidifies, this natural approach improves.

Sargethon Day 7: Supposed to be my day off

September 20, 2009
krauserpua

I really don’t want to game today so I head in to Covent Garden for 3pm and settle in at a cafe, playing on my Nintendo DS and playing with the new netbook. I’m getting lots of messages from HB7 Spain (her of the LJBF’d post months ago) and I consider going to Chinatown on her invite but decide against it.

I’m not getting laid, but my abundance mentality is such that I can’t be bothered following up any leads that don’t seem promising. Plus I’m gonna be out of the country for two weeks so I’d lose whatever momentum I build. Perhaps I’m rationalising avoiding making the calls and having the Day 2s. Whatever, it’s been a long week.

I get a call from a random dude that Sai put me in touch with. It’s the push I need to get going but I tell myself “Just one set and I’m done”. The guy is new and very nervous but to his credit he does open. After an hour of failing to find any sets (it really is dry) I spot a few in succession.

HB7 Spain is a tall rushing brunette who stops but seems to freak a little and rushes off saying she’s in a hurry. I say ok and turn back to cross the road. My wing informs me that she had walked on a couple of yards then turned back to me with a big smile and a “glow” like it had just sunk in and she wanted me to reopen. Unfortunately I missed all of this and by the time I’d crossed the road back to my wing for him to tell me, she was lost in the crowd. Damn.

Learning point: Don’t immediately walk off if a girl dismisses you. Wait a little while to see if she reconsiders.

Next is a miserable HB6 2-set who just say “We’re stressed” and keep walking. It’s very rare I feel like a girl dismissing me is a bitch, but I think these two were. I spot what appears to be a HB8 across the road and give chase. As I jump in front I realise she’s more like an HB5 Hot pants. I compliment her clothes, shake her hand, then eject quick.

I’m warmed up and in good state but it’s getting late. Finally I get a good set. HB7 Greek stops for me and we talk ten minutes. Unfortunately she’s going back to Greece before I get back to the UK so I say:

Krauser: Look, I’d like to meet you again but I don’t think it’ll work. Let’s stay in touch on Facebook
HB7: Ok, my name is……

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I think this is a case where going straight to Facebook is justified. I do one more set, HB6 Saffa, and she looks like she’d have hooked but I revise her down to HB5 on a closer look.

Sargethon day 6: More PUAs than HBs

September 19, 2009
krauserpua

I start off solo and am really not feeling it. Non-stop sarging is hard work. It’s fun, and once you’re in state it’s really fun but getting those first few sets out of the way can be a pain. I’ve been walking the streets for hours at a time day after day. Good exercise I’m sure but combined with the mental fatigue from trying to keep state and motivate approach after approach, it’s leaving me drained by the time I get home.

That’s not to say I’m complaining. This has been an awesome week and I’ve really pushed through some barriers. In particular, approaching is now just part of me. It’s in my reality.

My first effort is HB5 Foreign on the stairway out of Charing Cross station. She looks good from behind but the face is a disappointment and she can’t speak English. I just make an excuse and walk off. Next is HB6 Brit who would’ve been an HB8 except for minor flaws, especially her skin. Not that it matters cos she just thanks me and keeps walking.

I head up to Covent Garden station and immediately notice 3 PUA apprentices just starting work. It takes me about three seconds to spot them, and they haven’t even done an approach yet. There’s just something about their clothes, manner, and scanning of the crowd. Sure enough, within thirty seconds the little one has run off and approached. He does another two more, totally fearless and totally indiscriminate – he goes from an HB5 to an HB9. They stop and then dismiss him but the little guy’s got the right attitude. His mates are choding out but perhaps just taking a little time to warm up. I consider introducing myself but decide there’s not much point as they seem a good bit below my level.

How pompous is that, me of under 200 approaches. But that’s how I feel, so hey.

I realise I have to move fast if I’m to get into sets before mini-PUA queers them first. I approach HB9 Model. She stops, she talks. Early on she says she’s waiting for her boyfriend who is an actor with a house out in LA. She says she’s modelling commerical stuff, pointing to the photo displays at H&M of the girls in H&M clothes. That kind of thing. I realise this is unlikely to go anywhere but all time in-set with HB9 models is good experience of dealing with beauty. I naturally act confident and relaxed now that I’ve mentally written off this sarge so I get ten minutes and a Facebook close. I see her a half hour later with said boyfriend – and to give him credit he’s a cool guy who looks like an actor.

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Subzero shows up and we team up, though he’s not really a daygamer so I do all the opening. I stop HB7 Swede on her ciggie break from her shop but its just a few minutes chat and a failed close. I get an extremely smiley response from HB5 Brit who is about to meet her mum but no close. I’m dismissed quick by HB8 Blonde then recover with a Facebook close of 2-set HB8 French who are shopping with mum and dad for the weekend. We continue down Covent Garden.

The PUAs are out in force today. I bump into Dr Yen, London Playboy and a couple others before going off to do more sets down Trafalgar Square. I get blown out by HB6 Brit so quick that 2 other PUAs who catch me in action barely get a chance to raise their video camera. More chatting and I feel like I’m spending more time in set with PUAs than HBs.

Finally I get a good set. HB8 Tall French storms past and I figure it’s a nice tough set. She stops but I have to cut her off with a sidestep and when she tries to wander off after the handshake I keep hold. Resistance is broken and she lights up a cigarette. Ten minutes in set and she’s doing crazy IOIs with her hair. I lead her a few feet and think I’m gonna get a solid number but she quakes a little and insists on taking mine only. I decide I’m gonna do my “forget the community dogma” close routine:

Krauser: I have to catch up to my friend now. Look, I’d like to meet you again. Can I take your number?

We’re by the market now and I get a possible AI from HB6 SanFran. Possible is enough, so I give chase. Again it needs a side-step to stop her momentum and I get a good ten minutes and a solid number using the same “authentic” number gambit. By now Subzero really needs to get himself a set so I throw him at HB7 Filipino. He hooks good and is in set so long that I get three closes in the same time.

HB7 Thai gives her number after two minutes and rushes to meet friends. A likely flake but she accepts my Facebook invite.

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HB8 Brit is cradle snatching. She’s exactly what I go for – skin like milk coffee, buxom curves, fresh faced and dressed to show it all. I’ve got an ice cream and I realise it’s an excellent prop. It makes me seem relaxed, out doing normal things, and I can eat it while my brain ticks over. She’s loving the attention and kino. As I close:

Krauser: I think I’m gonna like you. I’d like to meet you again. Can I take your number?
HB8: *smiles, says nervously* I might be too young for you
Krauser: How old are you?
HB8: 16
Krauser: Really *genuinely surprised* I thought you were 18 or something
HB8: *cute smile*
Krauser: When’s your next birthday?
HB8: November
Krauser: Ok, let’s do Facebook till then. Is your father an angry man? I’ve got visions of him chasing me with a hammer.
HB8: *smiles* No, he’s nice.

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I don’t think I’ll proceed with this one. She adds me later that night, as does HB9 Model from earlier. Last set here is HB7 Thai who is really petite and cute. She’s been left behind by some friends as she’s shopping. They call while I’m sarging and she laughs, telling them she’ll be late cos something weird just happened. An easy number close but feels flaky.

Finally Subzero extracts himself from the set and we go off for coffee and debriefing. My state is great, I feel like I could open anybody. Heading back out to walk home I get an AI from HB7 Czech. I follow her in to a shop and she see’s me coming, turning to face me with a beaming smile. That’s such an easy close but I stay on point and follow the steps, leading her outside the shop and locking in against the window, doing light kino etc. She’s got to pick up “her” kids (she’s an au pair) so I don’t try to instant date. The number looks solid.

Sargethon Day 5: Non stop

September 18, 2009
krauserpua

I figure if there were lots of models up in Great Portland Street yesterday maybe they are around today, so I start off in a Starbucks there, watching the Blueprint and drinking coffee. Eventually I rouse myself. It’s a lovely day.

I spot HB7 Brit in the coffee queue earlier and when I run into her in the street I decide to open. She really likes it, smiling broadly and continuing the conversation even though she says she’s late getting back to work. It’s not gonna work out though when she mentions living with her boyfriend.

HB7 Petite is wandering around on the next street. She stop’s on my open but then asks me directions and wanders off. Things improve down Regent Street when HB6 Italy stops. Her English is appalling and she wants to walk on but I insist and within a few minutes she’s softened and I bounce her for an instant date. She’s pretty freaked out by kino, yelping when I touch her upper arm and later when I pull her in. It’s funny because I just follow the rule of returning to the earlier stage of kino then upping it again later. She texts me to meet up later and by the end I’ve got hand on thigh and a big hug. It takes a lot of persistence to get that far she’s so twitchy but I feel the resistance breaking. She invites me out with her friend to Fulham but I pass. The next evening at about 10pm I get these texts:

HB6: Hi! what do you doing now?
Krauser: I’m at home, watching tv. You?
HB6:I want go out! do you want meetme…
*unfortunately that last one arrives an hour after she sent it, so my response has missed the boat*
Krauser: You’re excited ;-P I’m staying home tonight but you can come here. Drinks and dvd

Nothing doing, but it was past 11pm by then. Didn’t mind pushing it with her only being a HB6. I walk on up to Covent Garden to meet two wings, one of whom has been out of the game for a while and doesn’t open.

HB8 Blonde walks past. It looks like a tough stop but she’s fine. I can’t close but I do badger her for a social proof photo for my Facebook. Nice girl.

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HB6 Taiwan is standing smoking at the station while her friend is on the phone. I open low energy and she responds well. She gives a Facebook. Seems to be a flake, will try email . I find I’m choding out a little bit by going for the FB rather than the number. My routine is:

Krauser: So are you on Facebook
HBwhatever: Yeah
Krauser: Ok, how do I spell your name *pulls out phone*

Lame. I should have a new rule where I only go for the FB if it’s clearly not going anywhere (e.g. waiting for her boyfriend and not IOIing me) or if I don’t want the number anyway. Or if say its a tourist about to leave the next day. Apart from that, I should insist on the number.

I open a HB7 2-set of ditzy-looking teenagers who are dressed weird. They chat briefly but wander off after joking around. Next is HB6 Blonde is meeting her mum but loves the compliment and gives me a beeming smile. She’s not fit enough to persist with. HB9 Spain smiles on the compliment but rushes on. Poor English. HB9 English does a similar thing.

I decide to pause and collect my thoughts. I’m opening without any AA but not hooking so some kind of debrief is necessary. I’m just churning opens without any real effort.

Wandering around the back of Neal Street we go past HB9 Romania 2-set sitting on the promenade outside a cafe. I never open seated sets and for some reason I decide this will be my first. I do the usual direct 2-set opener. It felt very relaxed. Should’ve gone for number because the target was enjoying the chat. I think the fact she was due to return to Sweden the next day put a spanner in my works, as it were. Instead I got her Facebook and she accepted the invite the same night. You can see I’m overly reliant on FB, right?

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Towards Trafalgar Square I run across the road to stop HB9 Swiss model. It requires a dominant step-across to halt her but then she relaxes, and chats. She doesn’t wanna give me details. I think I was gradually DLVing as I stayed in set. About 10 minutes I think.

Just as I finish I spot HB8 Polish back on the other side of the road. She looks tough. Sunglasses, iPod and fast purposeful walk. I run over and jump in front. She responds well and I tell her to raise her sunglasses. She gives me number but is in a rush for the bank which shuts in ten minutes. I give a quick call the next day which she picks up. Finally, I dispense with by bullshit FC close and just go authentic:

Krauser: Look, I’d like to see you again. Can I take our number?

Last set of the day is HB6 Asian who is sort of dancing down the street with headphones on. She’s fun but doesn’t hang around more than a minute after my stop. I’m knackered by now and really not feeling it for night game but Subzero, Prize and Smooth drag me out.

As a warm up I open HB7 Asian 3-set with my Spiderman/Hulk opinion opener and it hooks. I eject to rejoin my friends then on the way out to Jewel I decide to rush a number close just in case. Fail.

I spend a while chatting to a HB6 Geordie that Prize opened then opinion open HB7 Blonde 2-set. They don’t hook and I don’t plough. I’m not feeling it at all. I pull myself together a bit when I see a seated four set of Indians. None better than a HB5 but I want some practice.

Krauser: Girls, quick question. My friends were just talking about Bollywood and the dancing.
HB5s: eeeeeeehhhh, interrupt…. blah…blah *set is blown wide open. I sit down*
Krauser: Quiet a minute. I want the answer to this. When the men dance, is that cool or just a stupid movie thing?
HB5s: blah…blah

We spend a long time in set because they are fun, and they teach us the Bollywood dance but eventually the club chucks out early and we had on to Cafe de Paris. I wish we hadn’t. It’s awful. The epitomy of what’s wrong with Piccadilly clubs. It’s chode-hell and although we stride into the VIP section it’s teeming with minging HB5s acting like HB10s.

We set up camp on a large sofa and just sit, practicing alpha body language and watching the chodes and dancing monkeys bounce off the various girls. I figure I ought to open something but it’s well over half an hour till anything about a HB6 goes by.

I four set comes over and is dancing aimlessly. Clearly tourists but all are quite nice looking. I apocalypse HB8 Spain 2-set. I’m not sure they understood what I said but it doesn’t hook and I really can’t be bothered to talk, hence the ultra-direct open.
Ten minutes later an HB7 Russian 2-set appears in tight mini-skirts and dance provocatively (but not at anyone in particular). I apocalyse them:

Krauser: Girls. Hi. What are you doing later?
HB7: We dancing
Krauser: What’s the chances of you two coming home with me tonight for a threesome?

I have to repeat it twice for the blonde to understand, and she smiles and makes a zero sign with her hand. Her friends asks what I said and after a translation into commie-speak she too makes the zero sign. I sit down. Prize gets up and re-apocalypses them.

Finally we leave this shitty club. Outside I apocalypse a HB7 blonde & black 2-set and don’t hook. Home time.

Sargethon Day 4: London Fashion Week

September 17, 2009
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Thursday 17th September 2009. I’m in town early, quaffing a Starbucks and playing with my netbook. At about 1pm I decide to get going and spot HB6 Madrid ambling past Tottenham Court Road station. I open nice and smiley, fairly disarmingly, because she’s a bit small and timid looking.

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Her English is weak and a few weeks ago I’d have ejected but this time I perserve. She likes talking but mentions a boyfriend back home. She’s in London for two weeks, studying English. I vibe a bit, really speaking slowly and do light kino. I’m probably too loud. She says she’s looking at museums today so I take the opportunity to bounce her to the British Museum with an elbow lead.

We look around, I get her to take a few pictures of me as a compliance test and lead in to getting a picture of her for the blog. We swap Facebook names on the pretext of me sending the photo of her, then numbers. She mentions her boyfriend again. I decide the combination of BF, her poor English, the 2-week number, and her mere 6-rating to just eject. I do it politely, like I have to meet a friend. I send her a Facebook invite anyway when I get home.

Next are two sets in rapid succession on Carnaby Street. First is HB7 English who I stop well and she chats but I’m not really hooking. Then right after I stop HB7 Canada who is very cheerful and nice. I open normally then do the introduction:

Krauser: Hi, I’m Krauser
HB7: I’m HB7 Canada
Krauser: You’re awfully posh
HB7: *smiles* Well, I’m Canadian

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We vibe about ten minutes but she says she’s come to England cos her boyfriend lives here, who she met travelling in Belize. So I keep it light, get a photo for the blog and let her go. Nice chat.

Then I’m up by Great Portland Street to meet Sai at Itsu for lunch. Just as I sit down outside with a coffee. HB6 Brit wanders past holding her takeaway lunch. I get up and open. She hooks well despite being on her way back to work. I get her Facebook but she won’t give her number.

Just as I sit back down with Sai a 2-set of HB9s goes past, walking fast with an A-Z map. I decide to do my second ever 2-set. Sai says it looks like a tough set. They are tall too. I run around and open.

Krauser: Hi. *pause. turns to address obstacle* I was just sitting having coffee with my friend there *points* when you walked past. I knew I had to come talk to you. I’m sure you’d agree. *turn to target* Your friend is gorgeous.
2-set: *smiles*
[it’s a strong stop cos they are clearly in a hurry but show no problem staying to talk. It’s kind of arbitrary to say one is a target and one is the obstacle because both are stunning]
Krauser: I’m Krauser *shakes hands*

I try to guess they are from Portugal. No, Poland. Why are they in London – they’re models here for a casting call, which they are late for.

Krauser: Modelling’s a bit hit and miss isn’t it. One of my ex-girlfriends was a model and she’d often go a week or two with no work and then suddenly be booked solid Monday to Friday
2-set: Um, kinda.

I feel I’m DLV’ing a little but my opener was strong enough that I get a Facebook and photo with the target:

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On the way back to Itsu 2 guys sitting outside Eat stop me and ask if I’m a pick-up artist. We chat and they mention there’s a model studio nearby and that its London Fashion Week. Suddenly I notice a few models walking around with A-Zs. I’ve barely sat back down with Sai when another HB9 Model goes past. I give chase.

This one doesn’t stop for long and though she’s really nice and polite it’s clearly not going anywhere. Nonetheless I push her into giving me a photo:

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Finally I sit down. Sai is “fucking hell mate, can you not just drink your coffee with me.” We soon go off and try to track down this studio. Sai opens a hot black model but it doesn’t stick. We stop by a Starbucks so I can drain my spuds and Sai opens a seated HB6 Fashion Student and we double team her, including me doing a brief photo routine with my two new photos, as if I’m friends with these models.

Headed to Trafalgar Square I get blown out by an HB6 Braces, then get a good stop with HB6 Morocco PhD Student. We chat for about half an hour. She’s really smart and we are talking academics, something I don’t get much chance for. She’s IOIing and really keen to progress the chat. I forget to kino for ages but start it up. She’s nothing spectacular but one of those cases where the brain and manner start to work on you. I number and Facebook close and eject. There was an instantdate waiting to happen but she’s only a 6 and she’s also got braces. Good set.

On the way to catch up with Sai I spot HB9 French. Initially I think she’s the same Polish model I just got the photo with. She’s that pretty, and dressed similar. I actually have to check my camera to confirm it’s not the same person. So I chase across the road and open. She stops well. Her English is a bit weak but so long as I’m slow it’s fine.

Remembering I’m supposed to practice things, I start talking about coffee in tortuous detail, telling her I just found out mocha coffee is named after a city in Africa where they invented it. Just boring shit, as a test. She gets two phone calls while I’m there and both times she forgoes the excuse to walk away, and she seems to actually cut the calls short for me. I lock in to a phone box and try to look disinterestedly alpha while she’s on the calls. We walk together for a while and I allow silences to see what happens. She doesn’t fill them, though it’s not clear if it’s her English, her nerves, or a lack of interest. I still get an easy number close when she takes a third call and says she has to turn off at a junction.

Finally I catch up with Sai and two wings in Leicester Square. I point out a HB6 Scouse for Sai to apocalypse but he dithers so I do it. She takes it well, especially cos Sai jokingly tries to AMOG me but I tune him out so well he gives up. Fair enough, it was his set. I get five minutes with her but no close. I don’t try when I find out she’s only here for the day. I’m not really taking any sets seriously now.

More wandering and the streets are dry now with precious few sets. I open a couple in Trafalgar Square and Covent Garden but just flaky-looking Facebook closes. I’m pleased that I neg a girl for her Inspector Gadget coat. I go for one last set, another HB9 Model, this time from Mongolia. I have fun this time. She’s texting when I open, and a minute in she’s looking at the phone:

Krauser: Hey, pay attention!
HB9: *laughs, puts phone away*

Krauser: Uncross your arms!
HB9: *laughs, uncrosses arms*

I’m definitely integrating the arbitrary boundaries. We chat ten minutes or more and she’s not in a hurry to leave. Another instantdate waiting to happen but I’m just too sarged out to bother. I regret it now, but at the time I was just thinking “for fucks sake, this is my fourth model of the day”.

I go for the number but she refuses and offers to take mine, handing me a pen and paper. I do the “you are one of those number collector girls” routine which softens my jumping through her hoop. As I’m writing it down:

Krauser: Is it even worth me writing this? Are you actually gonna call?
HB9: You’ll have to see

So is this weak cos it’s not a real close, or strong because I’ve kept a HB9 model in set over ten minutes despite (or perhaps because of) barely giving a shit. She gives me some excellent feedback. I’m talking about how I’m reading a book on speedreading. She says “Yeah, you talk fast too” and suddenly I realise why I’ve felt the attraction draining away the longer I’ve been in sets today.

So I end the day with 14 approaches, 3 numbers, 3 additional facebooks and a couple of great social proof photos. And yet I feel mildly disappointed. But isn’t that a sign of my progress that I can be disappointed with this kind of day?

Sargethon Day 3: Hordes of PUAs

September 16, 2009
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Wednesday 17th September. I’m supposed to wing with Sai today from noon but he has to beg off and hooks me up with a wing of his who I meet for the first time. He seems fine, and subsequently shows himself to be around my level. My state was fantastic as I walked into town but I’d set my mind to have a coffee and play on my netbook first, and by the time I’m done I’m at risk of choding. 1pm and I rouse myself and head outside.

First set is HB8 Dusky who I don’t get a proper look at. I jump in front, say Hi then I notice her big wedding ring. I mumbled “Ah, I didn’t notice the ring. Never mind” and eject leaving her very confused about what the hell happened. Next set I don’t remember but I didn’t hook. Third set is outside the Nags Head. A petite HB7 Dancer. I open right in front of a punter having a pint outside so within a minute I pull her across the street a bit to reduce the social pressure (nice leading).

Krauser: Where you off to?
HB7: To school
Krauser: Uh? How old are you?
HB7: 17
Krauser: Dance school, right. You look like a dancer
HB7: Yes *smiles, thinks I’m clever*

She’s shy so I put in a new tweak where I put my hand on my heart, lean back non-threateningly and say “Oh, you’re a bit nervous aren’t you. This is a bit weird”. She nods and by explicitly acknowledging it improves her sense of my social calibration. We chat for about six or seven minutes but she won’t give out her number. She actually says “I don’t give out my number” rather than “I won’t give you my number”

The pub punter comes and talks to me. Turns out he’s writing a book on the game and shadowing a two-month PUA immersion course thats just started and Covent Garden is about to be invaded by a dozen PUAs for the first in-field of the course. Crikey. We chat and I introduce myself to the guys as they show up. I want to put names to faces and just vibe a bit. Then for the rest of the afternoon they are mostly in their big group by the station while my new wing and I wander further afield and occasionally stop back to chat with them.

I’m an approach machine but not hooking so well. I Facebook close HB6 Russian dancer and again find it very easy to cold read dancers and to DHV / vibe about the industry. This one has just come back from swimming so is without makeup. She’s better than this photo looks

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I work my new timidity tweak into two different sets, both British-born Indian girls. First one chats with me five minutes or so even though she’s late coming back from her lunch break. I try an experiment I’d set aside for today – to talk in a really relaxed matter of fact way about something totally boring that happens to interest me – just to see if they’ll play along. It’s about projecting non-neediness and being comfortable in your own reality. So I talk about how I’m trying to find the right coffee for my machine at home. I spin it out a minute or too and she’s actually listening. Don’t close though.

The second one is very nervous but again not trying to escape. I get ten minutes with her but she mentions her boyfriend and won’t give me her number. I do get he expanded timidity tweak in, literally ten minutes after hearing about it from one of the PUA instructors earlier:

Krauser: I’m making you nervous aren’t I? Sorry, that really wasn’t my intention etc
HB7: *relaxes a bit, notes my social calibration*

All together I open about 15 sets and only close that one Russian. The most memorable set however is a 6-set German 18yr olds. My wing situational opens a girl almost dozing against a lamppost in the market. It’s a 2-set. I give him a minute then walk back to occupy the obstacle. As I walk the four girls on the bench in front lean over their shoulders and engage the 2-set. Ok, it’s a 6-set. A wing is needed.

I start with the nearest obstacle:

Krauser: Hey wing! Who are your new friends? *shakes hand, turns to obstacle*

I find out they are German and ask where is good to visit in Dusseldorf cos I will be visiting soon. The four girls on the bench are turning their heads trying to be in the conversation. After thirty seconds or so:

Krauser: OK, I’ll come round *stands in front of them* Let’s be introduced. I’m Krauser *goes to shake hands from left to right*
HB5: I’m blah blah *sounds like “onion”*
Krauser: Onion? Like the vegetable. Nice to meet you Onion *all the girls laugh*
HB7: I’m blah blah *sounds like “casino”*
Krauser: Casino? What’s with you girls. Nice to meet you Casino *all the girls laugh*

The next two girls have normal names. I suddenly hit perfect state. I start negging the shit out of them and every time I neg one the other three laugh, so I keep switching targets. The two prettiest are both IOIing me big time with hair twirls, necklace fiddling and doggy dinner bowl eyes. I have absolutely captured the set.

Turns out it’s actually a 45-set on a school trip and the teacher has left them for a while. I keep disqualifying like:

Krauser: Tell me something interesting
HB7: Uh…..uh…..
Krauser: You’re boring *all girls laugh. Start talking to other girl*

Krauser: How’s wing doing *looks* Oh he’s still chatting. I suppose I have to keep talking to you girls.

HB7: How old are you?
Krauser: Too old for you *smile*
HB7: No, really
Krauser: 30+
HB7: Oh, I thought you were about 25
Krauser: It’s my young heart

We’re in set about fifteen minutes. I get the girls to squeeze up so I can sit down and mini-isolate this HB7.

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Then when the other HB7 wants to play I stand her up and get other HB7 to take a picture

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I really ought to number close, or at least Facebook, with a line like “Gimmee your number so that when you escape from teacher we can go play” but I just don’t quite do it. I’m not sure what holds me back. It’s not nerves. Probably just some weird limiting belief that they are too young – even though they are all 18. I think it was the phrase “school trip” that ruined it for me. Great set though and a real reference experience for how easy it is to dominate sets with strong alpha state and liberal negging.