FR: When girls accuse of you being gay, it’s an IOI

So, I’d been having a good week.

Since getting the week off from week, I f-closed 3 different girls in 3 days. I went home to spend the holidays in Long Island and Saturday I was back in Manhattan ready to sarge. As I stood in my apartment, trying on some new H&M peacocking gear in the full-body mirror, I called “Dave Love Pirate” from the NYC sarge team. I heard of the NYC Sarge Team on Bristollair…

These guys are intense.

To make the “team”, they give you a PUA tryout! Despite being confident in my abilities, after reading a FR about Dave AMOGing Mystery (!!), even I was a little nervous contacting them. But, Saturday night, after 3 f-closes and new peacocking gear, I was ready. Talking to Dave on the phone, I realized some of the major advantages to sarging with these guys. Not only are these guys skilled PUAs, they also have absurd social proof.

That’s key in Manhattan.

There’s a special part of Manhattan called The Meat Packing district…basically fairyland for PUAs. (Notice I wrote “fairyland for PUAs”, not “fairyland”…that’s the village). Anyway, Meatpacking is where Mystery sarges when he comes to Manhattan. It’s where the models hang out, the celebs chill. It’s a place off limits to mere mortals unless you a.) are willing to spend absurd amounts of money, or b.) have connections.

But, with my “connections”, I was ready to put my PUA skills to the test. I made plans to meet Dave at 10, called Theory, and spent the rest of the night doing some NLP confidence exercises (this will do wonders to your confidence…try Hypnotica’s podcast and/or RJ’s confidence series)

So Theory and I step out of the cab in Meatpacking and it’s bumping with hotties everywhere. We get out of the cab and wait in line for this rooftop lounge we’re meeting Dave at. As we’re waiting in line, Theory opens this 2-set of cute Korean girls in front of us and ran the best set I’ve ever seen Theory run. He’s got everyone laughing, projecting a completely non-needy vibe. It was awesome. I saw girls in front of us turning around to check us out. An auspicious start to what was going to be an amazing night.

Once we got inside, we took an elevator up the penthouse. When the elevator doors open, my eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. I’m looking at this huge lounge, glowing in blue lights, chill music playing at a REASONABLE volume; the wrap-around bar is glowing; hot women are everywhere. And, the best part: The entire lounge is glass, so it overlooks the Hudson River and the Lower East Side.

Absolutely stunning.

The minute I walk in, I see Dave. He looks exactly how he described himself on the phone: Skinny guy in his early 30s wearing a black design t-shirt with a black sports coat. Before Dave even says hi to me, he asks to see my silver rings. He compliments my peacocking gear then apologizes for it being a “dead” night. I’m flabbergasted as my wide eyes are taking in SWARMS of beautiful women.

Dave motions for us to follow him into another room and opens a 3-set of hotty 30-year old women. Dave isolates his target as Theory and I work 2 hotties (both HB8s). The two women are especially shit-testing me since I’m young (24 years old) and acting so cocky. They start accusing me of being a “Manhattan snob” then call me “gay”. (More on the “gay” IOI later) After a while, I started getting fed up with their annoying shit tests. Namely when this interaction went down:

HB 30-year old woman: You’re a writer from Manhattan? I hate you guys. You’re all chasing around your models – or these girls who are wanna-be models. You don’t know a good women when she comes along…

The Judge: Oh yeah? You gonna introduce me to one??

HB 30-year old woman: Why don’t you prove to me you’re a real man and buy us a drink?? That’s what REAL men do. Don’t be cheap…

The Judge: Bwahahahahahahahaha…you are TOO funny. You guys are like The View!! (Sidenote: drinks at this lounge were $15 bucks each…absurdity!!)

HB 30-year old woman: Hahahahahahahhaa…OMG!!!!

Then Theory jumped in and did a room cold read that hooked BIG TIME. Here’s what he did…

Theory: Oh man, look around this room. Look at this hillbilly with his hillbilly wife (points to a guy in an ugly checkered shirt). Oh shit, and look at this fake record producer (points to a well-dressed tool by himself checking his blackberry), etc., ect.

Theory can expand on what he did if what he wants. Anyway, as all this is going down, I see the hotter of the Korean girls we opened on line walk past holding hands with a guy who was unmistakably a PUA (dude was about my age, good looking, all peacocked out with the PUA smile on his face).

I decide I’m going to steal his girl.

So Theory and I open her friend, HB Korean Cutie, and get her laughing again. Once HB Korean Hotty sees this, she dumps her PUA escort and joins our circle. At this point, I felt bad leaving Dave, but we took these girls to a section with couches and ran the set. I isolated HB Korean Hotty and Theory took HB Korean Cutie. There was nothing particularly interesting or noteworthy in this set other than I made out with HB Korean Hotty. As I was k-closing my target, Dave walked by and gave me a thumbs up (Dave k-closed some chick on the dance floor while all this was going on). The girls ended up leaving around 1am and Theory n-closed his target.

This left us open for more sarging.

As we regrouped with Dave, I realized I still hadn’t even OPENED a set yet! (That’s the funny thing about rolling with great wings…there are nights I go out with Ga’ash where I can just play wing and don’t open anyone).

However, after a week of D2s, I wanted to open a quality set. So, as I’m talking to Dave, I notice a high quality 2-set out of the corner of my eye. It’s a tall model-looking girl and her squatty friend smoking out on the balcony.

“Watch this,” I tell Dave and sway onto the balcony. I knew I had to run this set well since Dave was watching. Also, since this place was inundated with wanna-be PUAs, I figured an opinion opener may get me blown out. So I pranced by them, looked over the balcony, glancing over the Manhattan skyline, turned to the girls and said…

The Judge: This view is incredible. Do you guys know what part of Manhattan I’m looking at?

Squatty Obstacle: I have a boyfriend!

The Judge: (Looking back over the balcony) Well, isn’t that presumptuous? You think I’m over here trying to pick you guys up? Did I offer to buy you a drink? That, my friend, would be a pick up line. I’m merely making a geographical inquiry and you’re already giving me your life history. Now, let’s try this again: What part of Manhattan am I looking at?

Squatty Obstacle: We’re from Boston!

The Judge: Oh a group of Massholes. Hmmm, I don’t know if I want to continue this conversation…

HB Model: Hahahaha, (To squatty obstacle) he’s funny. We went to school in Boston blah blah blah we live in Manhattan now blah blah blah.

(Some bantering between The Judge and HBs…HBs now are laughing and qualifying themselves to The Judge)

HB Model: Okay, we’ll tell you what you’re looking at. That’s Lower Manhattan.

The Judge: Haha, first of all, that’s the East Village. Secondly, I can’t believe you fell for that. You think I’m not from Manhattan? Listen to my accent; I’ve lived here my whole life. That question was complete bullshit, I wanted to see if you guys were cool so I had to ask you something. (Funny thing is my accent is actually from Long Island...but I don’t like to admit that!)

HB Model: Well…are we? Are we cool?

The Judge: Hmmmmmm…jury’s still out, babe. Let’s sit down. Come. (Walks inside)

Within 10 minutes of sitting on a secluded couch, HB Model jumped on top of me and we started aggressively making out. I’ve actually never seen a girl more turned on in the field and it was a little surprising. I wanted to either f-close HB Model that night or make sure to set up a solid D2, so I peeled her off a few times and tried to build some comfort (also that stoked the sexual tension between us…nice!). Here’s what I learned about her a.) she’s half Chinese, half Portuguese; b.) she’s a model in the US and Asia; c.) she wanted to have sex with me that night.

To me, that’s the trifector of awesomeness.

Oh, in between our make out/comfort building sessions, HB Model kept accusing me of being gay. I.E.:

HB Model: God, you gay guys are so fucking hot. (Tries to kiss The Judge again)

The Judge: (Pushes her away) What the fuck are you talking about?

HB Model: You’re gay. I can tell. I make out with my gay guy friend all the time. He’s like the hottest guy I know.

The Judge: Yeah, okay. I’m totally gay. You got me. (Kisses her)

HB Model: (Stops kissing The Judge) No! Wait! Maybe you’re not gay. You’re a player, aren’t you? You’re gonna break my heart. Oh my God, and I’m totally gonna let you. (Tries to kiss The Judge)

The Judge: Okay, you’re starting to freak me out. First, I’m gay. Now, I’m a player. Both presumptions are erroneous. I’m actually both. I’m a gay player. I totally play guys. What’s your gay friend’s number. (Pulls out phone…HB Model looks a little shocked) Dumbass, you feel for my shit again. You’re slow for a girl who went to an Ivy League school (she told me earlier she went to an Ivy). Now put your number in so I can call you and let you break MY heart. (Doing the reverse player thing works AMAZING to dispel the player image…acting like you’re vulnerable is KEY…more on this later)

Okay, this FR is getting long and I have to meet Ga’ash soon for our NYE sarge (expect a detailed FR) but I’ll tell you about 2 “interruptions”. First, one of the bouncers came over to our couch. I assumed I was gonna get put in “time out” for being the cheesy make out guy (I didn’t see anyone else making out…which, by the way, I think is white trash and something I wouldn’t usually do in a dive bar let alone a classy place like this…but fuck it, she was smoking hot and I had to “prove” myself to the NYC Sarge Team). But, since Dave knew the guy, he just came over, smiled, and gave us the thumbs up. (Also Dave ran KEY interference with HB Squatty Obstacle for me…amazing!)

But then, later, some deuce bag came over (at the worst time too as HB Model had her hand down my pants and was jerking me off as well as taking my hands and putting them on her boobs/up her dress…wow, getting a boner remembering all this!).

D-bag guy holding two drinks in front of him like a complete AFC: WOWWWWW!!!!! Dude, you’re like an INSPIRATION TO ALL GUYS!!! (Tries to give a pound to The Judge…his fist (with a drink in it) just hangs there like a creepy scarecrow) I just wanted to say…you guys are celebrating boundless love and I just think that’s awesome. You’re the man…you’re –

The Judge: You’re cool now get the fuck out of here.

That’s a problem with congruency. If you’re going to act like this confident, dominant guy, you gotta be ready to shut down annoying drunk soliloquies like this. This dude was pretty big so I was sort of afraid he was going to get offended and fight me (also, I wasn’t sure if he was a PUA trying to steal my girl or actually just being a drunk guy giving a compliment). Luckily, Dave ushered the guy away and let me get back to “business”.

Anyway, the Squatty Obstacle ended up winning as she convinced HB Model not to come back to my apartment with me (I wasn’t really pushing too hard for it anyway since Theory was crashing at my place and I had 3 f-closes over the past week). But I texted HB Model before and she responded so hopefully when I call her on January 2, she’ll not be a flake and we’ll do a solid D2. (In her defense, she claimed she “never does this sort of thing” and that she’s not used to guys actually having balls…so I’m hoping she’s not a crazy party girl).

Aye, I’ll talk about the “gay IOI” in another post. But suffice to say now, one of the girls I f-closed last week also claimed she thought I was “gay”, too. (Keep in mind, I’m skinny, dress well, and talk very articulately…just look at some of my dialogue). Also, I mass texted HB 10 Frenchie from the Albany FR and she responded (she didn’t pick up when I called her twice and texted her once…so maybe??) Anyway, I’ll keep all you guys updated.

For now, Happy New Years, PUAs. Cheers to the game…

P.S. Miss USA contestant never responded to my holiday text. Damn.

All of the material that you will ever need

I came across this website a few weeks ago and decided to share it with you guys. http://www.seductiondatabase.com This website had pretty much every piece of seduction literature, video or mp3 that I have ever heard of, but unfortunately it got hacked right after I joined. However, the members say that it should be back up very soon, but I don't know.

Anyways, there is still a bunch of RSD, DD, mystery method and VA stuff on the site. I would not recommend that you download the mind of mystery if you decide to dl material off the site because it is basically crap (I downloaded it b/c I wanted to see what a $2700 product was actually like), although there is about an hour and a half of in field video of mystery and matador (in which they break so many of there own rules it isn't funny) which was worth watching for entertainments sake, but not if you are expecting to learn anything.

Also, note that it you will probably have to pay for a month membership to rapidshare which is about 8 bucks, because if you don't you can only dl one file at a time off there site which is where most of the files are located. Oh, and you probably should not post anything about this on the va or any other forum because the material is copy written (I don't know if that is the right word or not) and they will probably have it removed.

Hope this helps.

Posey

Note: I just tried to get on the site and they were updating it but I am pretty sure it still works.

FT'd Christmas Text Message

Okay, I didn't want to post this in the VA forums because it might be construed as "racist" (I'm not, but this text is good). Anyway, I wanted to do a "mass text" to both flakes and non-flakes alike, but didn't want to do the whole cliche "Merry Christmas" shit. So, I came up with this one:

The Judge: Merry Kwanzaa dude

It's worked great so far. Tomorrow I'll send it to my Miss USA flake. Keep your fingers crossed...

It's all in your head

I've always hated running. But I'm a pretty driven guy, and a couple days ago I pushed myself through a 1.25 mile run. The next day, I ran seven miles.

Even though I've been working out since August, running has been a major sticking point for me. I can do "static exercises" at levels that I never would have believed a few months ago, but I just couldn't muster myself to do significant distance running.

My run a few days ago, the 1.25 mile one, was typical. The ground is covered in snow and ice here, so I used a treadmill. As I ran, I set little goals for myself, thought about how much more I needed to do before I could stop, and did all sorts of calculations in my mind to figure out how much longer I'd have to run. I ran analytically.

The next day, inspired by one of Judge's posts, I decided I was going to run for seven miles. I'd never run four miles before, so I knew I had a steep challenge on my hands. In his post, Judge gave two extremely useful pieces of advice: run with music, and don't pay attention to how much farther you have to run.

The reason music is important is that it helps distract you: paying attention to how far you have to run is deadly. Running seven miles was probably easier for me than running about a seventh as far the day before: I wasn't constantly worrying about what I had to do.

Tips on phone game and more

Someone from the VA boards PM’d me asking for some help on phone game and I figured I’d post my advice on here since phone game is one of the most important aspects of PUA. For me, I’m less interested in same night lays than I am with collecting 4 or 5 phone numbers (hoping that 1 or 2 of them lead to a solid D2). I have a fairly high percentage with converting solid phone numbers (meaning the girl answers the phone or calls me back…which doesn’t always happen!) into D2’s. Here’s my routine:

Phone game is simple: When you call her, treat her like one of your buddies.

The minute she gets on the phone, be really jokey and enthusiastic. For example, when I got HB Snowboarding Badass on the phone the other night (after we'd been playing phone tag for a few days) I opened with, "Fucking HB Snowboarding Badass! Awesome, it's you. Now I don't have to listen to your voicemail where you sound all cracked out. What's goin' on???" (Keep in mind, this girl has a good sense of humor...I wouldn't say shit like that to some of the other HBs I've called...)

After opening with something jokey, I immediately stack into a story about "something that happened" to me that day. It can be a real story, but I recommend using a canned story you know is funny (for example I usually use the story about getting grabbed by the dirty homeless guy or the “evil cat” routine…).

After that, HB should feel really comfortable talking to me since I've DHV'd myself by acting confident and funny, made her feel comfortable by carrying the weight of the convo for the first 2 minutes, and reminded her WHY she gave me her number in the first place (this is so key as most 8+ girls give their numbers to lots of guys but then flake them later because the guys are hopeless and needy on the phone).

From there, just ask her questions that qualify her but IOI her for good answers and lightly neg her for bad ones. Example:

The Judge: Oh man, I remember you’re into art, that's so cool. Who are your favorite artists??

HB: Cezanne, Picasso, and Rembrandt (tells story about why she likes them....story is interesting)

The Judge: Oh man, that is so awesome. You know, it's a good thing we met because I NEVER meet people like you. Most people think great artists are, like, the guy who draws Garfield comics but you get this stuff. I gotta admit, I'm impressed. But hold on, do you have a good taste in music, too?? What kind of music do you like?

Now lets say she gives a bad answer...classic bad answers are "Ummm...I don't know?? Like dance music I guess…" In this case, you have to LIGHTLY neg her and try and prod her to give a better answer (this is both for you and her as she'll feel a lot better if she thinks she's living up to your standards….which is part of my “theory” which I’m currently writing for you guys.) So here's my go-to neg.

The Judge: Dance music??? You guess??? What the fuckkkkk?? Dude, that's how my cousin answers questions and he's 7 years old! Oh man, I don't if this friendship is gonna work now. You're starting to scare me. You struck me as the type of girl who'd be into cool, indie rock bands. I could totally see you liking this band Wolf Parade. We're gonna have to have an intervention and I'm gonna burn you one of their CDs, introduce you to some good music...

See what I’m doing? I’m constantly setting the frame that I’m leading the interaction and she has to live up to my standards.

Oh, one last tip: Always smile when you're on the phone. I know it sounds stupid, but the HB will hear it in your voice. If it always sounds like you're having a good time, HBs will want in on that. Look in the mirror if you have to, but always keep a smile on your face when you talk on the phone...

Oh, and in terms of follow-up FR/LR, I f-closed HB Writer last night after the Christmas party. Quality stuff, with some twists. I’ll write up a LR on it if I get some time latter in the week, but for now I’ll say it really depended on A LOT of reframes. Perfect example:

(We’re in my apartment and she was cooking dinner for me as I was slumped back in a chair twirling a glass of red wine)

HB Writer: Ohhh look at you, Mr. Pimp. You have this gorgeous Italian girl cooking you dinner. You’re a lucky guy!!

The Judge: Haha, good one. I’ve had a gorgeous Italian girl cooking me dinner for the last 24 years of my life, but nice try though. (My mom’s Italian)

There were at least 4 or 5 situations like this where she tried to reframe our situation that I was lucky or I was chasing her (she told me stories about a couple guys I work with hitting on her or trying to hook up with her. Nice!) but I kept reframing or ignoring her. Later she said that really attracted her. Nice!

And, as for HB Snowboarding Badass, her behavior has been bordering on AFC. Chick texts, calls, and FB messages me all day! I mean, it’s cute but at the same time it makes me realize that these hot, badass chicks are really like little puppy dogs on the inside. If I qualify her or tell her she’s not living up to my standards, she gets really nervous and changes her tune. Here’s a picture of her from FB (Ga’ash might not recognize her because either a.) she’s wearing a blonde wig, or b.) she used to be a blonde) Regardless, I feel compelled to let you guys put a “face” with a “name”.

Learning From Bogus Sets

I was out last Saturday with a few guys from the Boston Lair. It was my first time ever being out with other sargers. They picked a trendy club and that wasn't really my vibe so I wasn't opening a lot of sets even though my mindset should have been to just open them for the practice.

As the night was winding down I was with Tyrant and Urnes Beast and we going over a 3 set that Tyrant lost to an interrupt from one of the OBs. She said she had to pee. The other OB sent a text message to someone that said, "I feel like I'm in the middle of an episode of The Pickup Artist." While debriefing Tyrant says to me, "I dare you to go over to that mixed 3 set (2F,1M) and open with "What are you doing tonight? I'm picking up chicks."

I almost never turn down dares, especially this kind so off I went. What I failed to do was get in the frame that this was a set I was actually going to try to win over even though I was opening by asking to be blown out and yet I still learned something.

I decided that if you are going to go in with a line like that, it would be good to start with a Mehowesque "Hiiiiiiiiiii" and with a smile I did just that. They said hi but basically were standing there wanting to know what I wanted.

ME: I'm picking up chicks tonight, what are you doing?
Girl: Nothing, just having a drink
ME: So you aren't picking up chicks?
Girl: No, we're not
ME: *Starts to say something else but don't remember what, didn't get it out*
Guy: Dude, that's my girlfriend and my brother's girlfriend.
ME: That's ok, I'm just having fun with you guys

At that point I walked away.

In hindsight I really had a chance to practice dealing with guys like this. He was a total AFC and what I should have done is looked at him and said, "I'm not picking up THESE chicks!"

So I learned that you can be in a bullshit set and still gain experience and I learned that if someone accuses me of picking up their girlfriend I will totally act like she is totally not good enough for me and I'm insulted at the accusation.

The Community

Update: Posey sent me an email with a great point. You guys should have access to post articles as well. So I went ahead and made you all blog authors.

Although, rather than running this as a forum, I like the blog format better. When you’re ready to post, simply throw it on the blog as an entry then we can all use the comments section like a message board.

Post away!

On Dominance, Day Game, and Announcements

Okay, I’m at work and actually have a shit-load of stuff to get done but I wanted to post something quick because A LOT has been happening lately. First, I posted the article on social conditioning on the VA forum. I did this for a few reasons, some of which I’ll share later…

For now, rest assured I’m working out a system I believe will help everyone in this community. Unfortunately, because PUA has become such an industry, you can’t trust products or bootcamps from anyone. I’m not hating on gurus or mPUAs who make money off this stuff, but, at the same time, I know you can’t fully trust them. When I was a bio major in college, I remember this revered biologist gave a talk about working for insurance companies and how those companies only look to cure symptoms, not diseases. It’s not personal, ethical, or scientific; it’s simply business. Why would an insurance company want to cure a disease once (one-time payment) over having someone feel better but depend on that company for help? (The same holds true of every industry…do you think the smoking patch really wants to put an end to smoking? Do you think psychologists really want to rid people of their problems entirely? Etc., etc.) Rest assured, whenever you’re consumer that’s how people are going to treat you: no one wants to give you exactly what you want. (I know I’m rambling so I’ll post on this in more depth later, just try and grasp the main point I’m trying to make). However, on this forum, I want to sell you nothing. My motives are non-fiscal so you can trust me when I say I’m designing a system that I believe will work with 100% efficiency. Just be patient, keep posting comments, and I’ll deliver…

In other news, I think day game is key for solid, non-flaky, quality women. I’ll develop this idea more later (probably within my “system”) but for now I’ve been trying to step up my day game. I blew 2 great opportunities yesterday. Once because I froze and once because I wasn’t dominant. I’ll give you the play-by-play right now.

Situation: The Judge notices HB8 at the train station. They make eye contact, she gives him a proxy IOI by standing near him for a while then walks toward the train (carrying a shit load of luggage). The Judge gets on the same car as her, but doesn’t approach. When the train pulls into Grand Central and HB8 is getting ready to get off the train, The Judge finally acts:

The Judge: Hi, do you need some help getting your bag off the train.

HB 8: No, but thank you though.

The Judge: What are you? Running away from home?

HB8: Hahaha, something like that.

The Judge: Ah, cool. (Walks away….stupid move showing non-dominance)

HB8: (Steps up her pace to catch up with him) I’m actually taking finals this week so I went home to study. Now I’m coming back to the city to finish up. I’m in law school.

The Judge: Ha! I would’ve thought you were an undergraduate.

HB8: Haha, I know I look young! Yeah, I go to HB Law School in the city.

The Judge: (Starts talking jibberish about law school…idiotic banter. Negs her on her boots, not needed…walks away)

HB8: (Steps up her pace again to catch up with The Judge and possibly went out of her way to walk with him) Well, I’m leaving. It was nice talking to you. Enjoy the night.

The Judge: Yeah. You, too.

So many retarded moves in there. First, I could’ve salvaged the whole convo by simply saying at the end, “I’m getting coffee and you’re coming with me.” I know for a fucking fact had I said that, it would’ve worked. The Judge fails. Then fails again later on his walk home.

Situation # 2: The Judge is walking behind 2 tall, gorgeous models on Madison Ave. As he’s thinking of way to get in front of them and approach some AFC screams at HB10 Blonde, “You’re beautiful!”

HB Blonde 10: Thanks…(Keeps walking)

The Judge: (Over the shoulder) Wait, was he talking to me or you? I get that all the time…

Oh man! What an awesome line from The Judge!! Too bad he didn’t use it! Fucking pathetic. The worst part: A lot of times on the street, I’ll see a situation, freeze, and think of a really funny line afterwards. However, in that situation, I was in perfect position to deliver the line (a stride in front of the models), and that line popped in my head when the guy said it. But I hesitated and froze evincing non-dominance. Bad, bad, BAD.

Okay, I’m being hard on myself because I know I can do better. And I want to throw this out there so you guys can see my mistakes and hopefully not make the same ones. When I’m on my deathbed, I’m never going to say, “Man, I wish I approached less models on the streets of Manhattan.” Just by writing this out and reading it over, I’m inspired NOT to make the same non-dominant mistakes again.

However, to redeem myself, I did dominate the frame once last night that I am proud of – even if it’s non-PUA related.

Situation #3: The Judge is out with a HB he PU’d a month ago (I guess you can say I’m “seeing” this girl or on a D7) at a jazz club (she’s a jazz singer, which is very cool). After the show, HB Jazz Singer and The Judge get into a cab.

The Judge: Okay, you’re going to need to make two stops. Blah blah blah West Side, blah blah blah East Side.

AFC Cabbie: Two stops?! That’s a lot of work! (By the way, for those of you not familiar with NYC or cabs, this is an absolutely ridiculous response. Making two stops is a completely normal request, especially at midnight on a Tuesday when the night’s dead.)

The Judge: Well, that’s your job. (Stacks into a story to HB Jazz Singer)

AFC Cabbie: (Starts driving but interrupts The Judge) You know, I don’t usually do this. This is a lot of work and the stops are far apart.

The Judge: (Hears old AFC reaction in his head, which would be to say, “Okay?” and simply continue in the cab allowing the cabbie to set the frame that he’s doing The Judge some kind of “favor” by making two stops and making the atmosphere awkward…but instead:) Okay, you know what. Stop the cab.

AFC Cabbie: No, no. Wait, wait.

The Judge: No, seriously, dude. Stop the fucking cab. You want to cry about it, I’ll just get another cab.

AFC Cabbie: (Stops at a light) I’ll do it, I’m just saying…(The Judge opens the door) Okay, fine you want to leave. Pay me for the ride. (We’ve driven like 2 blocks)

The Judge: Good one guy. Good night. (Slams door without paying)

When we got into the next cab HB Jazz Singer wanted to talk about how ridiculous AFC Cabbie was, but I just stacked back into my story. The message was clear though: I’m high value; I don’t tolerate people’s shit; I live in my own reality; I’m an alpha male and will AMOG the shit outta anyone who violates my reality. HB Jazz Singer was all over me for the rest of the ride home. Finally The Judge shows some dominance…

NYC Sarge: December 14

Just woke up and figured I’d write a “report” of sorts of the night Ga’ash and I had last night. One thing I really enjoy about sarging is the spectrum of behavior you see. The way girls and guys react to PUA behavior intrigues me enough that I want to write about it this morning. (I’m a little hung over and dehydrated so excuse my uninspired prose.)

First, I want to pause for a footnote on “aggressive” guys. (I don’t even want to call them AMOGs since acting needy and pulling a girl away from someone when they’re talking to people about the “hotness” of Mick Jagger or David Bowie isn’t alpha, it’s pathetic.) These guys piss me off not only for their insecurities, but also for their stupidity. Seriously, how stupid must you be if you know you’re needy and clingy to the point where you can’t stand the thought of your girlfriend or, more likely the case in most of sets we got “ejected” from, your girl friend (notice the space) talking another person, yet you bring her to an absurdly crowded bar in the busiest city on the planet! So a big FUCK YOU to all the guys who ripped their “girls” away from me and Ga’ash (often midsentence) for treating women like exclusive, private property as if we’re living in Iran or some shit. You guys are awesome!

With that out of the way, I’m going to omit specific examples of getting ripped from sets because of needy dudes and begin with the first set I of the evening I ran: work girl. I’ve been slowly and cautiously sarging this girl I work with and felt I made some progress Friday (almost proposed the instant date after work but reneged as you’ll see why). So this girl is probably around a 7 (not usually my type: Mediterranean looking, tall…loud!) but she’s won me over enough with her personality and writing ability (she’s a writer, too) that I’ve promoted her to a 7.5-8. Well, we take the train home together and after 3 months of not talking to her, 2 weeks ago I finally opened her and we’ve been vibing since (she usually opens me or seeks me out when we’re waiting for the train). So Friday, I’m listening to my iPod (actually a David D. program lol), she opens me and we start talking – not too flirty. When out train comes, she follows me to the car I’m walking towards (this, in terms of “train station sarging”, is an IOI because it’s very easy to just walk into another car). When we get on the train, I decide to run some devious push/pull maneuvers.

HB Writer: So, where do you want to seat?

The Judge: Sit? Who said we’re sitting together? I need to take a nap, get ready for my night to being. (I actually do like napping on Friday afternoons)

HB Writer: Oh… (She sounded legitimately hurt and I felt sort of bad lol)

So I sit down and she sits behind me and starts reading. I pretend to fall asleep (I was actually really trying but started thinking about ways I could contort the situation into an instant date once we got off the train which kept me awake.)

Enter bizarre behavior # 1 of the night. HB Writer’s phone rings and she picks it up. It seems to be one of her girl friends as she chats in a girly way for a few minutes then launches into this soliloquy about her “boyfriend” (keep in mind, she’s never ONCE mentioned a bf in front of me despite times where I baited her to tell me). Well, this soliloquy is not one this bf would like to hear….She starts rapping about how she tried to breakup with him midweek, how he’s a douche bag, blah blah blah. She definitely knew I could hear her since I was one fucking seat in front of her, so I have to guess she was either consciously or unconsciously letting me know her situation (but, since I was fake sleeping, I could pretend she never “directly” told me…us writers are so subtle!). Anyway, when we get close to Grand Central, I decide it’s time to be dominant so I grab her book from her.

HB Writer: Huh??

The Judge: Are you a worthy opponent. (Takes out pen and starts drawing in her book)

HB Writer: Wha?

The Judge: Are. You. A. Worthy opponent? (Hands book back to her with pen inside)

HB Writer: YES! AWESOME! (Sees I drew a tictactoe board in the book)

I was gonna use the tictactoe game to cede our instant date, claiming when I won she had to buy me a glass of wine at this wine bar that opened right near my apartment. But she won. Also, in the middle of the game her phone rang and she hurriedly told her friend she was on her way (they had dinner reservations) so I figured I wouldn’t go for the instant date (also, I wanted to get ready to hit the mean Manhattan streets with Ga’ash). Anyway, we played some more games, flirted some more, and departed. There were several highlights, but most notably I have this girl qualifying herself to me constantly and a recurring phrase she says to me (whenever I neg or IOD her) is, “Oh no! I don’t want you to think that of me!” We have an office Christmas party on Thursday where she’s told me she’s gonna get “totally bombed” so that’ll probably be where I move this “work sarge” to the next level. I’ll keep everyone updated…

Anyway, after I get all showered and peacocked out (Sidenote: the most effective piece of peacock gear I’ve found – and I’ve tried a few! – is simply wearing a loud necktie with a casual outfit. girls have opened me several times about my good fashion taste with the necktie), get a cab, pickup Ga’ash and we hit our favorite stomping ground: The Lower East Side. For those of you unfamiliar with Manhattan, the LES is the fucking OK Corral of pickup. (One night I want to just go and walk to streets as so many hotties are just out walking you don’t even have to go into a bar…)

Anyway, the minute we step out of the cab, a 3-set of Kentucky girls open us, asking for a good place to eat. Ga’ash sets the mood by negging them with “Ahhhh there’s a KFC down that way.” The girls try some flirty banter with us (and I think wanted us to invite them out with us), but Ga’ash and I move as PUAs on a mission: to f-close.

So we get into the bar and I inhale 3 beers (I don’t why…thirsty maybe?) and spot a solid set. It’s 3 girls who are sitting at a table by the bar and the one closest to us is by far the highest quality (HB 8). Ga’ash and I pretend we’re debating as we move towards the bar. Then, like a kid jumping into a cold pool, I just go for it:

The Judge: Okay, you. Real quick: Mick Jagger is he sexy or not sexy.

HB 8: Not sexy.

The Judge: I must disagree. That’s Mick fucking Jagger dude. Guy rocks.

HB 8: He’s not sexy but he’s got soul.

Ga’ash comes in and runs the set. It looks like things are going well for Ga’ash so I move to the two obstacles. I notice the one across the table is worth sarging (HB7) whereas the one closer to me is an ug. I open the ug.

The Judge: So it looks like our friends are getting along. Is she cool? Can I trust her with my friend?

Ug: (disinterested) She’s the best…

The Judge: If our friends are gonna be friends then we should –

HB 7: Ahhhhhhhhh, lets dance. (Grabs ug and pulls her to the dance floor)

This would seem like an IOD and I initially took it as one. However, it wasn’t. Enter bizarre behavior # 2 of the night. So I ejected with the “bathroom bail” and get in line for the stupid coed bathroom. As I’m waiting I suddenly I feel a hand moving over my chest, look over, and see it’s HB 7! She grabbed my tie and told me she “loves this”. (My theory: She wasn’t blowing me out when she pulled the ug on the dance floor, she was jealous!)

Anyway, I go to the bathroom, return and see Ga’ash has ejected from the set. We grab a table, happy with the auspicious beginning to the night and Ga’ash tells me about a new opener he wants to try: the text message. Since we’re always hitting loud venues and it’s hard to open near the dance floor, Ga’ash wrote himself a text that read: “hey ur cute. come and hang out with me and my friend.” The opener is simply to show the target the text and walk away. He tries it and it works! A 3-set opens. (The ug of the group had a husband and the husband came over, too…he wasn’t a bad guy.)

Anyway, we run a few more sets in this venue. Notably, I ran one set on a girl (I remember her name was Kimberly) who looked quality but I think she might’ve been heavy hipped (Ga’ash opened her friend and I simply pointed to Kimberly and told her to sit so I never got a good look at her bottom half lol). However, I got the most IOIs of the night from this girl as she sat across from me with the doggy dinner bowl face and let me qualify her anyway I wanted. Since she was being so good (she proposed we make out!), I IOI’d her with, “Your smile is pretty. I like it.” But she took this as a chance to try and flip the frame, replying, “I know. I use this smile to get whatever I want. I’m using it on you right now.” I threw my head back, laughed like a fucking Anime character (this may have been over the top by the way) and negged her, “What are you kidding me?” (mean? Probably…) Anyway, I should’ve n-closed this girl (there were plenty of opportunities), but didn’t. Oh well.

We venue change to a bar with tons of targets. Nice. Off the bat, Ga’ash gets into a hired gun set with the sexy coat check girl and I wing him with her sexy friend. The girl I start talking to is this skinny, badass looking chick but very sexy…HB 8 fo shiz. She’s got this weird piercing over her lip (like a Cindy Crawford mole but it’s a diamond or some shit) which is very alluring for some reason. At first, this set was going amazing (like I could add this to my PUA mix tape). I’m reframing all her stupid shit tests. I’m making her work for everything. In a word, I’m making this girl fall in love with me. In fact, she came up with the idea for a lock in prop and asked to wear one of my rings (I wear 5 lol). After a series of hoops (I made her tell me a few stories about when she got arrested, how she’s a semi-pro snowboarder, etc.), I let her wear it. I do the whole TD roll play where I look deep into her eyes and say, “I love you. Will you marry me.” Let the moment get intense and build almost to awkwardness until I turn to Ga’ash’s girl and say, “But wait! Can this girl cook? If you can’t cook, we’re getting a divorce lawyer…” She hits me, promises she can cook, blah blah blah.

I even used the lock in as an opportunity to n-close with her suggesting it.

The Judge: Oh shit, I just gave my ring to a complete badass. You told me how you got arrested you degenerate and now I’m trusting you with my ring?? Maybe I should take it back (HB Snowboarding Badass holds it against her chest)….how am I going to find you if you run off???

HB Snowboarding Badass: Take my number! We can hang out tomorrow!

Looks good right? So wrong. Well, HB Snowboarding Badass kept trying to DHV herself by telling me how she knows everyone at the bar and how she drinks for free, so I decide a.) I want a drink and b.) I’m the prize. So I send my little target off to get me a drink and wait (I don’t know why I didn’t open another set at this time…some hotty was AAing me with eye contact…probably from pre-selection…instead of opening I wrote a text to Theory lol). So twenty minutes go by and no HB Snowboarding Badass. I walk across the bar and see HB Snowboarding Badass getting gamed by the bartender. Fuck. I realize my blunder: Never send a girl who’s in state off to another player. Even though this loser is a bartender, he’s still socially proofed in the situation. I’m fucked. I try to walk behind the bar and get stopped by the bar back.

Fuck.

I point for my target to come over to me, but it looks try-hard and desperate (completely incongruous with the frame I originally sent). I use my ring as the pretext for reopening her (which was stupid by the way…and transparent). She now starts reversing the frame on me, telling me the bartender always makes her feel awesome by telling her how beautiful she is. Enter mistake number 2.

HB Snowboarding Badass: Do you think I’m beautiful, too?

The Judge: Pft! Look around toots. This is Manhattan, beautiful girls everywhere. Yeah you’re an attractive chick but I came back because you’re fun and interesting to talk –

HB Snowboarding Badass: Fucking asshole! Then leave! You don’t find me beautiful, what kind of answer is that?! Go find another beautiful girl in Manhattan then! (Gives me the finger…which is something she did to me for most of the rest of the night…)

The Judge: Awwww, look at this little temper tantrum. You were a bratty child, weren’t you?

HB Snowboarding Badass: Fuck you.

The Judge: Seriously, were you an only child?

HB Snowboarding Badass: No, I was the youngest. (Turning away from me)

The Judge: I can totally tell. Anyway, you know what I like about you: your nose. It gives you character. It’s sharp like mine…

HB Snowboarding Badass: (Turns back around, looks shocked) Really? People always tell me to get a nose job but I like it, too. That was so sweet.

This was the only time I was able to salvage the convo. I kept trying to get her away from the bar, but she kept digging in and saying ‘in a minute’. The more I tried, the more desperate I looked, and the I more I DLV’d myself. I have her number but this is sure to be a flake. I’ll keep everyone updated regardless.

Anyway, wow. This report has gotten longgggggggggggg. And this is only like 2a.m. of a night that went to 4:30! Damn, I also wanted to chalk two Asian blowouts onto my blooper reel. (Too funny to just gloss over, I need to detail them.)

Aye, there was so much more that happened. Oh! But I remembered to take a picture of one of the sets we ran. Below I’m posting 2 pictures I took on my camera phone of this 2-set we met on the street (we ended up buying Sparks with these girls and sneaking it into a Eurotrash bar with them). These girls were from England (they had the cutest accents…which Ga’ash and I abused them for) and I’d rate them HB8’s (maybe you guys would rate them higher or lower, but it gives you an idea of how I rate HBs). Anyway, I’ll detail what happened in this set but I merely n-closed the girl in the picture (also a little cheap kiss before I left, but it was pathetic). I’m guessing she’s going to flake as well, but she did insist on putting her number into my phone (I kept telling her no until she pulled my phone out of my hand!)

Comments? Feedback? This post is longggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

Albany: Part II

(The Judge walks to table. Prada is (thankfully) still there.)

The Judge: Ladies, meet my friend Prada. (Pulls HB Frenchie next to him, places HB Blondie with Prada)

HBs: How old is Prada. Ahhhhhhhh…

Prada: Guess.

HBs: (Jibberish)

The Judge: Okay, shut up. We’re talking about sexual predators. (Goes into sexual predator routine)

HB Frenchie: Ahhhhh, he called hooker boots bitch boots. Ahhhhh

The Judge: Shhhhh woman. They’re called bitch boots. Anyway…

HB Frenchie: (Jibberish)

(The Judge and HB Frenchie go into rapport; Prada talks to HB Blondie)

The Judge: (Notices HB Blondie and Prada aren’t talking and HB Blondie potentially might blow out the set – by the way Prada, The Judge is still curious why you didn’t engage HB Blondie with general bullshit) Okay, you guys are cool. I’m glad we met you tonight because I got MOLESTED by a fat girl over at Pauly’s. Get this… (stacks into Tony the Tiger routine)

HBs: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I’ll bet you liked it!!!!!!!

The Judge: (Sarcastically) Yeah, I love fat girls grabbing me. Awesome.

HB Frenchie: I want a picture with him. (Snuggles up to The Judge)

The Judge: Uh okay. (HB Blondie pulls out a camera and takes a picture)

HB Blondie: I want one with him too. (The Judge leans over the table and takes a picture with HB Blondie)

HB Frenchie: Wait, I want another one with him. (To The Judge) You’re a hot metrosexual. (Takes another picture with The Judge. This bullshit goes on with several pictures…hopefully HB Blondie will post them on Facebook so The Judge can put them on the blog haha)

The Judge: Okay enough already. I don’t know if this friendship is going to work out. You girls are a little intense. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done??

HB Frenchie: I give awesome blowjobs!

HB Blondie: I had a threesome with two football players!

HB Frenchie: Noo! I had sex with my ex-boyfriend on the fourth floor of my high school.

HB Blondie: (Rubs The Judge’s thigh under the table) She’s lying! Stop! (Girls go into this mini cat fight qualifying themselves with sex stories)

The Judge: (Somewhat astonished) Uhhhhhhhhhh…

(HB 9 LJBF comes over to the table – this was NOT planned by the way – and slams both her fists down)

HB LJBF: WHAT THE FUCK, THE JUDGE.

The Judge: Sup chick. What do you want?

HB LJBF: We’re leaving. LETS GO.

The Judge: Uhhhhh, no thanks. We made some new friends.

HB LJBF: (Stares at The Judge either seductively or angrily) You’re an asshole.

The Judge: (The Judge actually has no idea why LJBF is acting like this but sees the potential jealously plotline as HB Frenchie is watching all this wide-eyed) Listen, we’ll leave when we’re ready. Here (pulls out cell phone) write your address in here.

HB LJBF: (Pissed off sexy look as she programs her address into the phone) Dick. (Storms away)

HB Frenchie: OMG!!!!! Was that your girlfriend????? Did I get you in trouble?!?!!?

The Judge: That? That’s just some girl. She’s with the people we’re staying with…

HB Blonde: She wants your cock.

HB Frenchie: SERIOUSLY!

The Judge: Of course she does, okay so if you could be anything you wanted – with no chance of failure what would you be. GO! (Points to HB Blondie) (Side note: Obviously this is the Cliffnotes version of what happened. Somewhere in here, while I still had my cell phone out, I n-closed both girls but won't go into that)

HB Blondie: (Jibberish… The Judge pays close attention to Blondie’s answer because he observed HB Frenchie is susceptible to jealousy and saw them competing over him so he figures this is the new gameplan: Have the friends fight over him)

(General bullshit)

The Judge: (Talking to HB Blondie, not looking at Frenchie)

HB Frenchie: OMG! Ewwwwwww…

(The Judge turns to face HB Frenchie to find PUA Wanna Be pulling his arm around HB Frenchie with a sleazy look on his face)

PUA Wanna Be: Wassup buddy…

(Haha sorry Ga’ash but I gotta write something for work. This will be concluded in Part 3)

FR: Albany Trip (Part I)

Aye. I don’t usually write field reports, but I feel like it today. Actually, lets look at this as a field report in progress/choose your own adventure because it’s on going as you’ll see. Anyway, to give you some background: Theory, Prada, and myself went up to Albany for the weekend. While I won’t include the adventures of Prada and Theory (they can post them if they want), I’ll tell you about my return to glory and ultimate blunder that probably cost me a f-close and a potential future with a quality HB10. But let’s begin at the beginning…

Friday: Prada and I arrive in Albany and meet with my friend, Dan the Man (DTM). After slamming a few beers and relating some stories, DTM takes us to a chill, college-type bar (big place, pool table, etc.). Immediately, I approach the hottest two set in the bar. When I get close, I notice only one chick is really hot and, while I had her laughing, the somewhat chubby and annoying friend completely IOD’d me with dismissive body language and grunts for answers. I eject and walk back to DTM and Prada. While Prada knows it was a bad set, DTM’s jaw is hanging in surprise as he was in complete shock that I could “just walk up to a girl and start talking like that.” I started laughing and told him to buckle up. Next a quality 4-set (at least two HB8s and no one ugly than a 6) strut in and sit at a table in the corner. I approach and run the set well. I get all the girls hitting me and fighting for my attention. I ended up ejecting because I got no help from my wings, but this could’ve been solid if there had there been more wings or if I cared enough to isolate a girl from the set. Also, DTM wanted to take us to another bar.

At the next bar, DTM tries an approach, telling a 3-set I’m his little brother. After some skeptical looks from the girls, I come over and start running the set. Having had a good warm up, I completely dominate the frame. I won’t go into all the details, but the highlight of this set is HB7 grabbing my crotch claiming she had to “give me a checkup”. After we leave this bar, we go to another bar where I really gamed up a decent 2-set, lock in, and get the girls to beg to hang out with us, buy me dinner, and just generally go crazy. DTM was in absolute shock at this point, and my reputation as “gamer” was solidified, setting us up for Saturday, which is where this FR begins.

Saturday: So DTM lives in a house with two HBs, both quality. One of the HBs (an HB8) had a pretty hilarious AFC story where some guy bought her 45 shots (all at once). The other HB (HB9) was a girl I know was attracted to me in college, but I was too AFC to close and ended up LJBF. So, when the evening rolls around, DTM informs us he’s invited his friend who’s a big wanna-be PUA. Apparently he’s read a lot of the PUA literature and, after DTM told him of our fabled abilities, the kid begged to come out. So our sarge crew for the night is me, Prada, Theory, DTM, PUA Wanna be, HB LJBF, and HB 45 Shots. I’m thinking: pivots, social proof…all the ingredients for a good night.

Now, I don’t want to go into detail about the WHOLE night, other than to say it was mediocre. We ran some good sets, we got blown out a few times. The pivots wandered off. There were a lot of “PUA”s in the bars in the Albany (curiously more than I’ve seen in NYC). Anyway, here’s where this FR begins (which I will now write in the third person…because that’s funny).

(2 a.m. The Judge and Prada are sitting at a table in a HUGE venue when The Judge gets a text message from DTM: “Redic set on the dance floor. Hottest girl in the bar just walked in”)

The Judge: (Stands) Time to move (rises from the table and walks across the club like Terminator honing in on a target)

The Judge: (Approaching DTM) Where are they?

DTM: Right there, I got to see this! (PUA Wanna be starts asking a question about what to do in this situation but The Judge cuts him off with a dismissive hand wave, walking over to the 2-set who are leaning against a wall)

(As The Judge closes in, The Backstreet Boys “That Way” starts booming)

HB Blondie 8: OMG!!!! I LOVE THIS SONG

The Judge: (In mock girl voice) OMG!!! I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS SONG

HB Blonde 8 and HB 10 Frenchie look at The Judge quizzically

The Judge: You know what they should play. This new song by this band called Ace of Base. (Points to HB 10 Frenchie) You DO know what I’m talking about, DON’T you..?

HB 10 Frenchie: Wait..like…I Saw the…

The Judge: Sign. YEAHHHHHH, this chick’s seen the sign. Nice, pound dude. (Pounds HB 10 Frenchie then pulls her little hat down.) What the hell is this? You French or something…?

HB 10 Frenchie: Ahhhh nooo

The Judge: Parlez-vous français???

HB 10 Frenchie: Uhhhh noo…?

The Judge: Oh my God, you suck. I’m leaving. (False take away) Okay, wait. Let me guess your names. Frenchie over here, you look like a Madoline. And you…you’re giving me a Teresa vibe…

Both HBs: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The Judge: (Shocked)

Both HBs: AHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH HER NAME’S TERESA!!! HOW’D YOU KNOW?? HOW’D YOU KNOW????

The Judge: (Locking in) Pfft. I’m a mind reader, no big deal. (Points to HB 10 Frenchie) I’m reading your thoughts right now. Ew, you’re a perv, stop thinking that. Gross. Anyway, I gotta get back to my friends in a second, but lemme guess. You guys are SUNY students…?

Both HBs: AHHHH, SERIOUSLY HAVE WE MET YOU??? HOW DID YOU KNOW HER NAME???

The Judge: Stop it, you’re freaking me out. Seriously are you guys SUNY people? Because if you are, I’m leaving…

HBs: (Start talking about where they went to school, The Judge cuts them off.)

The Judge: Okay, that’s enough. How old are you?

HB 10 Frenchie: I’m 22.

The Judge: Awwwwwww, you’re just a little baby. You can be my little sister. K? We’re going to Disney World. I’ll buy you a stupid Chero…

HB 10 Frenchie: Ahhh noooo. I don’t want to be your little sister!!! Wait, how old are you???

The Judge: Guess.

Both HBs: (Start screaming ages at The Judge.)

The Judge: 27? No lower. No, not 26, not 25. Yes, I’m 24.

HB 10 Frenchie: SEE I’m only 2 years younger than you! Come on lets dance.

HB 8 Blondie: Yeah! Let’s dance! (Both HBs start dancing around The Judge as he walks away.)

The Judge: No. Let’s meet my friend. He’s this way. (Starts walking off, looks over his shoulder as girls do a quick girl code then run and follow him)

Shit, I gotta pack up to go home so to be continued. In the next segment, you’ll see these girls turn into complete nymphos, the ultimate PUA betrayal, and The Judge making a HUGE in-field mistake. Stay tuned…