Day Game Success and the Ultimate Anti-Flake!

Guys. Today might've been the greatest day ever for me in the field. And you guys are responsible. I broke through two monster sticking points and I have you guys to thank for it (as you'll see).

But first, wake up with me (not next to me, you're sleeping on my pullout couch).

I wake up at 9am which is late in Judge time. It's late because I usually get up at 6:15 on a Monday. But today's MLK day and MLK helped me score some major HBs today.

So, I stumble out of bed, flip my laptop open, and pull up Mehow's Get the Girl eBook. (http://www.scribd.com/doc/563178/mehow-get-the-girl). While I've never been a huge fan of Mehow, his book was the only piece of popular PUA literature I hadn't read yet, so I bit the bullet and read it.

And, I hate to admit it, but it's golden.

There's so much good stuff in there it's sickening. So, as I'm reading, I see a "text message" section where he claims there's 2 texts that will get even the most unresponsive girls to text you back. These texts are so outrageous I figure "why not try"? So I text HB9 Russian (from an unpublished FR) and HB10Frenchie (from the Albany FR), to FT them.

Okay, I'm going to contradict the fiction writer in me and ruin the suspense to ensure you guys cull all the goodness from this FR. To ruin the suspense, I got a response from HB10Frenchie. Not only did I get a response, but I just went on a D2 with her. Not only did I go on a D2 with her, I had a hardcore makeout session with her (no f-close though, breaking my recent 4 for 4 streak). Anyway, to give you some background: I met HB10Frenchie back in November! (Check out the Albany FR) and she gave me her number. The initial PU was good, but I did no comfort, no rapport. Nothing. I knew when I #-closed her it was probably gonna be a flake, but hoped for the best. After two unanswered and unreturned phone calls, I turned my game to texting. She didn't respond to the first 3 or 4 texts I sent until I sent her a generic "Happy New Year's" text (see my NYE FR) with simply a "thankx!". And, for the Judge, that's an IOI. So I texted her 3 times after NYE, which she shot down I think 2 and just didn't respond to 1. Hence, if you can't already connect the dots, suffice to say I had NO VALUE whatsoever from HB10Frenchie. No only did I have 0 value, I was in damage control for looking for totally needy. And then I read the Mehow text message. Here's the verbatim convo (minus the address of the sushi place) from my text marathon with her this morning at 11:19am

The Judge: I guess this is it. Im moving out but wtf do we do about the cats? Fluffys mine.
HB10Frenchie: Ok why would u text that to me

The Judge: Cute...You know i like fiesty girls so here you are acting like one.

HB10Frenchie: Haha ok

The Judge: Haha...Are you finally moved into the city?

HB10Frenchie: Yea

The Judge: Welcome! monday is sushi night. i want to show u this amazing place...Are you free at 6?

HB10Frenchie: What is the name of the place? Where is it?

The Judge: (Sushi place) on (Blah street and blah ave.)

HB10Frenchie: Never heard of it

The Judge: Its delicious

HB10Frenchie: Did u just text me back? I deleted it by accident

The Judge: Ya...I said its delicious

(10 minutes pass)

The Judge: Ok i gotta run but tonite @ 6 ill meet u on (blah street and blah ave.)?
HB10Frenchie: Ok ill text u when it gets closer. Hopefully i dont get stuck at work

The Judge: Sounds good...And bring Fluffy

Okay, that's the text convo VERBATIM. So, now, if you're me and you just had this text convo, what would you be thinking? FLAKE! Exactly. I don't take this too seriously and call up HB Jazz Singer to chill. She wants me to come to the West side and chill with her and her brother. While I'm assuming HB10Frenchie is going to flake, I'd prefer to stay on the East Side so I can at least SHOW UP at 6, even if I get flaked on (keep in mind the sushi place is a block from my apartment). HB Jazz Singer won't come to the East Side. I say cool and go to Barnes and Nobles to do some writing. While I pretended I was trying to get some writing done, we all know what I was really hoping for. If you don't, you haven't been reading this blog.

And then magic happened.

I swear to God, the events that unfolded could not have been more predictable than what I wrote about last time. Okay, so I roll into the huge B&N, try to get a seat in the coffee area so I can "write". Every seat is occupied, so I roll upstairs to the fiction section. For whatever reason, I end up in the humor section (???) reading an absurd book called, "God is a Woman" (????) and again berating myself for having AA during Day Game (there were decent HBs walking around). Suddenly I see a HB10 (perhaps even the fabled sHB11 I had hoped for) sit not 10 feet from me and peel open a sculpture book! Seeing this, I realize it's EXACTLY what I'd hoped for when I wrote that "Judge's Courtship" test.

She's everything you'd expect from a HB10/sHB11: Tall, thin, blond (runway model looking), dressed in a hip, New York fashionable way. She's got a face you'd expect to see on the cover of magazine.

So I sweat. I peer. I plan an attack. I realize I'm a pussy and can't approach (people were all around! WORST EXCUSE EVER!). So, I walk around a bit. I now see the HB10/sHB11 put the sculpture book back and looking over the "classics" section. I figure this is THE BEST TIME TO APPROACH. I've read more classics than anyone! I see she's picked up "Dracula"! I could just walk over and say, "Put that book down! It's EVIL!" but I don't.

I get so upset with myself, I run downstairs, push through the revolving door and plan on going home. I'm disgusted with myself. How can I call myself "The Judge" run this blog and retreat from a sHB11 when she's SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. That doesn't stop me. I start walking toward the Upper East Side. But, suddenly, when I'm about 2 blocks away from B&N I start thinking of emails I'd exchanged with Decibel. I think of the sets that I've seen Ga'ash effortlessly open. I think of Khaki and the way he's applied my advice to working out. I think of Posey and the solid comments he's made on this blog. I think of everyone who reads this blog and realize I'm a fucking failure if I don't stop, turn around, and open this sHB11.

So I stop. Hesitate. And turn.

Now I'm walking back to B&N and, man, I wish I could've seen a picture of my face at this point. Because I felt like John fucking Rambo. I had a mission and was ready to go down, guns blazing. So, I slam through the revolving doors and start walking in Terminator mode back to the upstairs section. I walk all over the fiction aisles, scanning for sHB11. No where.

I walk up and down the aisles and see nothing. Just fatties. Just dudes. No sHB11.

I think, "SEE ASSHOLE THIS IS WHY THEY HAVE THE 3 SECOND RULE!!!"

I give up and start to leave. Then I see her.

She's sitting in the "Bargain books" section (???) reading something. I stutter step and move. "JUST SAY ANYTHING" I repeat to myself, "ANYTHING!"

I walk past her and...
The Judge: Soooooo what's new in the b-b-b-b-bargain book section???

sHB11: Ah, I'm just writing a text message...I don't know.

The Judge: O-o-oh. Cool. You have an accent, don't you?

sHB11: Yes, I'm from Holland.

The Judge: (thinking she said she's from Poland starts speaking Polish)

sHB11: (Looks at Judge like he's crazy)

The Judge: (Sit down next to her, picks up random book with Fabio on the cover) Look at this guy (points to book), what's his story?

Then, the wierdest thing ever happened. I made really strong eye contact with her. (I heard this is KEY in day game). Like, literally, I started staring at her like she was my girlfriend right before I was going to make sweet love to her. And she returned my gaze. Then we just started talking totally normal. I don't even remember the threads of our convos, but I know I told her I was a writer and she told me she in the US for "work". At this point, it came out she was only 19 (!!!) and I finally realized she was from Holland, not Poland. We talked for about 10 minutes (the whole time some old granny was grilling me as if she'd seen ever episode of the Pick Up Artist and knew exactly what I was up to!) And, finally, noticing it was 5 o'clock said:

The Judge: Hey, I have a half hour before I have to go. But let's go now, I want to have a cup of coffee with you.

sHB11: (Considering) You only have a half hour?

The Judge: Half hour. I'm a busy guy. But I want to hear your story. Maybe I'll put you in my novel. And, plus, I might go to Amsterdam in the Spring. You can be my guide...


The sHB11 looked really troubled at that point. She starts telling me she has to go to "the FedEx before it closes". I'm like, "Dude, that shit is closed today. MLK day baby..." She says it's not and asks if I'll go with her. Because she looked really frantic and upset about it (she had to send keys to her apartment in Paris to her parents or some shit), I agreed. (Also, keep in mind, I was still sort of in shock this whole PU with sHB11 was so easy...I hadn't really run any form of game, just talked to her). So, we leave the B&N together and go to the FedEx place. While I really don't like to let girls lead me, I made sure to take control in the FedEx place (not in a dick-sort-of-way, but I spoke to the guy at the counter and made sure she'd be able to send her keys that day). The guys tells us two pieces of bad news: 1.) she has 10 minutes to fill out all the paperwork before FedEx closes, and 2.) It's going to cost $50 (she only had $5 on her). While the old AFC me wanted to offer to pay (she never asked or even hinted she wanted me to), I kept telling myself "NO!" and, before I could even put much more thought into it, she was on the phone with her roommates to come down the FedEx place.

Now, picture this situation: sHB11 is frantically filling out paperwork while I'm sitting off to the side like a d-bag. She kept turning to me and saying, "I'm so sorry about this!!" and she looked so frantic when she said it, I knew she meant it (IOI). I kept laughing and telling her not to worry. But I was worried. And you know why I was worried? I was worried because the minute 2 gorgeous sHB11s walked through the door (obviously her roommates), I realized I know NOTHING about this girl. I didn't know her name. I didn't know what she did. I was merely some "guy from Barnes and Nobles" (!!!). Awful!

The friends start giving her money and trying to calm her down. Once she shoes them away to hurriedly fillout the paperwork, I decided to just take the plunge:

The Judge: Hey, I'm The Judge. Who're you guys?

sHBs: Hi. We're sHB11's roommates... (both have accents...one English, one I don't know)

The Judge: Cool, what are you guys in the US for?

sHB: Same as sHB11. We're all Revlon models.

Honestly, how do I always end up picking up models? I was almost pissed at that point and felt like saying something like, "No, you're not. You're all a bunch of stockbrokers and you're just shitting me". Anyway, I think I won over the friends. And, surprisingly, they both complained to me that they haven't been out too much in Manhattan because they haven't met anyone (come on guys! Start approaching these sHB11s, they're waiting!!!)

So, finally my sHB11 gets everything done just in time and we roll out of the FedEx place. While I was waiting for her, I texted HB10Frenchie to 1.) figure out if she was going to flake, 2.) Figure out how much time I had to run a solid PU on sHB11. HB10Frenchie writes back she'll be at the sushi place (which is a 2 minute cab ride from B&N) at 6:15ish. It's now 5:45. That gives me 20-25 minutes to make my sHB11 PU solid.

So we get a cup of coffee (she actually insisted on paying!!) and she talked, I qualified. When I IOI'd her, her eyes literally lit up. I ran qualifying game for 20 minutes, thought we made a decent connection then n-closed her. Unbelievably this girl wanted ALL my contact info (i.e. my first and last name, email address, phone number, work number, a picture of me!). It was actually sort of creepy haha. Anyway, we made plans for tomorrow (tentatively). Wow, this FR is so long again. So I'll have to get into my awesome D2 with HB10Frenchie tomorrow. But, as you guys can guess, when she asked for my picture, I figured I'd take one with my cell phone. Let this motivate everyone in day game: IT'S EASIER THAN NIGHT GAME! GIRLS WANT TO MEET GUYS DURING THE DAY! You can approach a sHB11 Revlon Model during the day and stutter, run 0 game, and still have her jumping all over you BECAUSE YOU HAVE BALLS TO APPROACH! I learned this lesson the (almost) hard way today. Here's sHB11 (in the B&N cafe overlooking the NYC traffic!):