Live my life

Hey guys, I have to apologize for two things. Really just one since one is responsible for the other, but I'll say 2 things.

The first is, sorry I didn't write a FR of my self-proclaimed challenge. To be honest, I went to the B&N, scoped out for babes and didn't see any worth approaching (the second thing I need to apologize for). I know that's the most awful self-delusion in the world and there were HBs there (hot enough to warrant at least approaching), but I had envisioned this awesome situation where I'd run into a sHB11, approach, attract her, bounce her directly to my D2 routine then f-close her. I figured that'd motivate everyone to take the Judge's challenge and start making similar posts.

And, unfortunately, after a few minutes at B&N, I just sipped a cup of coffee and berated myself for getting AA in day game.

Also, it brought another matter to my attention: I'm becoming a PUA snob. I only seriously approach chicks I'm really interested in (HB8+) and no longer practice game on ugs or less attractive women. This is partly related to another trend I've noticed in the field, which I want to develop more in a longer post. However, for now, I'll say the trend I've observed (which tonight confirmed) is that hotter girls are much easier to game than uglier ones. It seems once you approach confidently and congruently, these girls' brains haywire and they act like complete AFCs.

Anyway, it's 2:51 NYC time and I'm about to go to bed. But I had a decent night sarging back at the classy lounge where I pulled HB Asian Model. I rolled with my friend Eddie (known more appropriately as the Man Whore) who is one of the best naturals I've ever met (he was the king of the Crusaders). He understands MM and is interested in it, but relies primarily on natural game (I also want to write a post on MW because a lot of his techniques are unorthodox but effective). Anyway, he got us into some quality sets (notably one HB who was a film actress and singer...her videos are really big in Europe)...she insisted I take her email address and number even though I didn't even ask! But, all night, I kept looking at this HB10 sitting in a huge female 10-set. I told MW early on I thought she was the hottest chick in the place (and there were LOTS of amazingly gorgeous women there) and I was waiting for a good chance to approach. I kept reminding myself of the two most important things when gaming HB10s: 1.) If you don't exude and project complete confidence from the open, you're going to get blown out. 2.) These girls are so used to shooting guys down, their only game is rejecting dudes...they're AFCs once you get past their defenses. Seeing a guy making a fool of himself dancing in front of the 10-set I made my move.

The Judge: (Squats down to HB10) Sooo who's this guy? Dude's got moves, huh?

HB10: Haha, I don't know. Just some random guy dancing I guess.

The Judge: You guess?? Yeah right, you know this guy. He's like your husband or something, don't lie to me.

HB10: Ahahaha...noooooo, he's not I swear.

And it was on from there. If you notice I'm simply referring to her as HB10 and not anything in particular, it's because I didn't do enough comfort to find out anything especially interesting about her (huge mistake). I simply ran game. One very solid move I made, which I highly recommend is I walked away from her then reopened about an hour later. Here's how it went down:

The Judge: Yeah, so this chick totally molested me the other night. Like, if you can picture what Tony the Tiger looks like and make that into a woman, you'd totally be able to get an image of this chick...

HB10: AHAHAHAHHA Oh my God! Tell me this story!!!

The Judge: Shit, I don't know. I gotta get back to my friend. He misses me when I'm gone too long.

HB10: Nooooo, wait! You owe me this story!!

The Judge: Ohhhhh...so high maintenance and we just met. Well, your friends are being rude and ignoring my friend. So here's the deal. Set your watch because I'm coming back in one hour. I'm gonna go grab another drink with my friend then come find you because you're interesting to talk to. When I come back, if you're a good girl, I'll tell you about Tony the Tiger...Oh, but one more thing: Talk to your friends and make sure they know how cool Man Whore is, because if they continue to ignore my friend, it's never gonna work between us. Okay, HB10?

HB10: Judge, you're quite interesting, too. Okay, I'll talk to my friend and I'm setting my watch. You better come back!!

So I walked away, gamed a 2-set for about an hour with Ed then reopened HB10. When I rolled back up to her, she in the same place but now incredibly drunk (in fact, twice during our round 2 convo she took a shot!) but when I rolled back up to her, she gave me a huge IOI:

The Judge: Okay, I'm back. I hope you didn't miss me too much.

HB10: Ahahaha...you took more than an hour! Didn't you miss me??

The Judge: (smiles) Maybe. So, Tony the Tiger...

I saw another subtle IOI when her friend moved over on the couch and motioned for MW to sit with her (she actually told her to talk to MW!). However, HB10 was wrecked at this point so gaming her was like talking to a kid with ADD. She kept on trying to get me to pump her state by telling her stories. She said shit like, "You're a writer! Tell me more stories." Which I said no to. This isn't the first time a PU with a HB10 has quickly gone down the tubes for me, so I acted fast the minute I saw some cracks in my game forming.

The Judge: Alright HB10, it's decided. You're officially fun, pound. It's too bad we're meeting our friends in Murray Hill so I gotta roll out.

HB10: Nooooo, stay with us!! You're fun, too!!!

The Judge: Yo, look at you. You're here, being all cool with your big girl crew. I need to go chill with my guy crew. You know...I feel like a animal put in a zoo here. But, I've enjoyed our convo, we should continue it another time. Now...how could we do that??

HB10: You could stay with us!!

The Judge: Nahh, I already told you I can't do that. Here (pulls out phone), put your number in. I'll call you and we'll meet up and talk when you're not all drunk and shit, you little alcoholic...

From there, I number closed then took her camera and took a sexy picture of us. Hopefully the picture will jog her memory if she was really wasted. I know I might end up regretting writing this blog entry, since there's a good chance this number will flake. But isn't so funny how the HB10s get us so excited....

Goodnight from New York.