TJ's NOTE: Hey guys. So after talking to Jeffy about my upcoming BC and reading his old (hilarious) LRs and FRs, I'm inspired to write out my progress in more of a "community format" for mah boyz (you guys). I'm still gonna write (and maybe post) and more "artsy" memoirish blogs, but I'm also gonna write the nonsense and drivel FRs we've all come to know and love.
The initial PU of HB9.5Nerd Glasses went down the week before when I was out with Dave the Natural and Eddie the Man Whore. (Both Dave and Eddie MW are NOT community guys.) So we're at this shadowy club on the Lower East Side with a booming DJ and people everywhere. Eddie and I are systematically moving through the dance floor, grabbing girls, spitting nonsense, than moving on. Eddie is drunk and getting blown out left and right for opening with overtly sexual remarks. I'm just enjoying myself and basking in the hilarity of it all.
Then I see her.
For the first time in a while, I feel a funny tinge in the pit of my stomach. It's not approach anxiety, but it's not unlike AA. It's something like anticipation anxiety. It's the anticipation that the girl I'm looking at, who's tall, brunette, model good looking with those sexy thick-rimmed nerd glasses may or may not be my dream girl.
But I don't harp on these thoughts, I move.
TJ: (Tap, tap tap) HEY! I had to come over and meet you. Check out my big brother over there (points to Eddie), I'm teaching him dance moves and it's AWESOME.
HB Nerd Glasses: (Looks at TJ like he's retarded)
TJ: Yeah, so my big bro and I are having a danceoff later. Right in the middle of the bar. It's gonna be so glorious.
HB Nerd Glasses: (Points to ears) I can't hear you! The music is too loud!
This may or may not be a shit test. And I may or may not have tolerated this from a girl of lesser beauty. But I look into HB Nerd Glasses eyes and I know what I have to do. I have to flail my hands like I'm having seizure in a pantomime of sign language.
TJ: (Starts making absurdly idiot hand gestures)
HB Nerd Glasses watches for a moment, scowling. It's as if she's trying to decide if this is lol-worth or drink-in-the-face-worthy. When she starts cracking up and signing back to me. I'm in.
HB Nerd Glasses: (Into TJ's ear) I'm a teacher!
TJ: Yeah cool, I'm an assassin.
HB Nerd Glasses: Your ass hurts? What?
TJ: Yeah I'm a writer.
HB Nerd Glasses: COOL!
Boom, it's on. We start chatting nonsense. If I were Steven Spielberg, here's where I'd cue in the Jaws theme. Eddie is literally circling around HB Nerd Glasses and I looking for something to do. When one of HB Nerd Glasses' friends comes back with a drink, Eddie is on her. And blown out in record time (for apparently saying: "So it looks like our friends like each other. There's a women's bathroom over there. Wanna get freaky???") Eddie gets slapped. Then the friend tells HB Nerd Glasses. HB Nerd Glasses tells Eddie to fuck himself. HB Nerd Glasses tells me, "I like you, but we gotta go. BYE!" I grab her wrist and say, "Yeah so we're hanging out. Put it in." and shove my phone in her hand. She angrily programs her number in, hands me the phone back, and tells me her name. I'm thinking, "This is probably a fake number."
Total time of initial pickup: Under 5 minutes.
So, 2 days later, I'm going through all the numbers I got over the weekend and call HB Nerd Glasses. Goes to VM with sexy robot woman voice. No idea if this is HB Nerd Glasses VM but I figure whoever I called must get a hilarious VM played to the hilt. So I go:
TJ: Yooooo...what's up DORK....it's TJ the sexy, sexy man from Saturday night...yeah, so I'm calling because I was curious what your voice actually sounded like...you sign sooooo sexy...anyway, robot lady has a sexy voice, too...talk to you later."
No call that night. The next evening, when I get out of the shower, I see I have a missed call on my phone from HB Nerd Glasses. I'm still skeptical (honestly, the initial PU went down so poorly, I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd given me an ex-bf's number or some shit). Call her back and it goes to robot woman again. Great. I leave no VM this time.
About an hour later I get a call back. HB Nerd Glasses! I immediately stack and talk about my night. She doesn't sound that interested. We talk about her being a teacher in a really bad neighborhood. I compare her to Michelle Phifer from Dangerous Minds. She does not find this humorous. I suggest she play Coolio's Gansta's Paradise everytime she comes into class. She does not find this humorous. She tells me in her grammar school, all the "cool guys" coordinated and shaved "Gansta's Paradise" into their heads. I find this absolutely fascinating and ask her which guy got the apostrophe. I'm like, "What guy would go into a barber shop and get a grammatical symbol shaved into his head? Seriously, this is not normal. You come from a very strange place." She is now getting offended. I try to vibe on some other topics. I think the shit I'm saying is hilarious, but she's disinterestedly listening then saying "Yeah" or "Okay". Then, abruptly she goes: "I'm cutting this short. I gotta go. We'll hang out next week. BYE!" CLICK. wtf? It's like she read DYD or some shit.
Anyway, I call her Sunday night at 10 because she was so rude last time. Goes to VM again and I'm thinking "flake!" and called some other babes. When I'm on the phone with another chickity, she texts me something about watching Army Wives and can't talk, let's just make plans on text. I'm like Army Wives? wtf?! But make plans. I tell her be on the East Side at 8. She wants me to go to a movie in the park with her. I actually want to do this (it's free AND you can bring booze) so I agree. I tell her to "wear something cute so we match". For the first time, she comes alive, texting back something to the effect of "LOL, yeah that's sort of a given." It's on.
So Monday night rolls around and I have to stay at work late. Amazing because all day I'm sitting around twiddling my dick, reading Jeffy Lay Reports at my desk, but at 3:30 I'm instructed to write something that will take all night. I'm like "fuck this shit" and try to communicate that sentiment to my boss. She informs me I will be catching the later train.
After I finish writing some nonsense, I hop on the train, nap on the way home, then shotgun my way out of my apartment. I get a text from HB Nerd Glasses all ominous and shit like "Meet me at dusk". wtf?
I grab a bottle of wine and jump on the F train. She texts me something like, "You can thank me for being awesome and getting us amazing seats by bringing some good wine." I go all Jeffy on her and say "You're glorious, like a baby polar bear sliding down a rainbow into a pot of gold. Getting in the limo now, see you in 20." She did not find this text message humorous and made sure to tell me several times throughout the night. When I get out of the subway, I get a text from her saying her friend stopped by for a few but isn't staying. I'm like FUCKKKKKK. I've actually lost 3 day twos because a girl "surprised me" by bringing a friend and/or sister in tow.
When I get to the park, it's like fucking Woodstock. A million people. I call her and she says, "Look for the two hot girls." I tell her, "Fuck that shit, get up a do a dance for the one hot guy on the cell phone." She spots me. Does a dance. DAMN. I initially thought she was a 9 in a dark club but she's actually HOTTER in the light. HB9.5! But no nerd glasses tonight. I immediately call her on it. Her friend is actually really hot, too. A solid 8. I talk to both of them and it goes ok. When the friend leaves, I start bombing a little. Not so much bombing as just not doing anything awesome. I'm having "nice guy" conversation with HB Nerd Glasses and not pumping her BT. During the movie, she keeps pouring me wine (she brought her own bottle) so I'm getting pretty hammered. I kino her and she's pretty clamly about it. She won't give me her hand. She won't lean into me. Surprisingly, the micocalibration from MoM worked pretty well as everytime she IOD'd me, I'd lay back, close my BL to her, and watch the movie. I noticed she'd respond by leaning toward me and opening her BL. This tug-of-war nonsense went on during the entire movie. We joked a little about the movie and it seemed to be going ok. At one point, I start moving my fingers up and down her waist, drawing lines over her panty line. She turned to me and very matter-of-factly said, "I don't feel comfortable with that." I responded, "Cool" and turned to the movie. At one point, I text a bunch of PUAs in my phone to give me some motivation (whenever I'm bombing like this, I like to think of all you guys as a support group motivating me not to be a chode). While I'm a HUGE fan of the quick escalation even if it's impossible, I feel that a miscalibrated makeout attempt could sink my shoddy performance. I keep thinking, "Okay, just get her out for a drink after the movie and it's wash, rinse, repeat." The movie ends (ironically, it was an old black-and-white movie and the last scene is a ship getting bombed the fuck out...I found it somewhat symbolic of my night). As she's getting her blanket together, I go, "Let's go for drinks!" She wants to know where. The only place I can think of is an over-priced hotel bar across the street. She says, "Okay, only one drink though." "No shit, it's a school night," I tell her. This makes her laugh, we leave. Halfway there, she realizes she forgot her bag. She runs back. The bag is gone. She starts flipping out. To my credit, I got her to forget the bag and come to the hotel bar.
In the hotel bar, things are not great. In fact they're awful. To get her to forget that stupid bag, I made up all this bullshit how there's a brewery in the hotel bar and they have all this exotic European beer she has to try (one of our commonalities is she loves beer...+2 points). When we get there, she takes off for the bathroom and I start talking to the waitress. They only have shitty domestic beers. The waitress is pretty hot, so I run a little attraction material on her then say, "Look...see the girl I walked in with...I'm on a first date with her and it's going awful...like embarrassingly bad...I'm trying to salvage this and I told her you guys serve exotic beer on tap...can you pour some Bud lites into a pint glass and make it look all exotic...like throw some limes in there or some shit..." She cracks up and high fives me. Tells me not to worry about it.
When HB Nerd Glasses comes back, I take off for the bathroom. I figure if HB Hot Waitress is cool, she'll socially proof me to HB Nerd Glasses while I'm off in the bathroom. I'm so drunk at this point, I just start wandering around the hotel, pissing everyone off. At this point, I randomly called Decibel for absolutely no reason. It's pretty funny how I've been reading this guys stuff for such a long time and feel like I know him, yet the first time we talk on the phone is when I'm ripped to the tits on a bad date at a hotel bar. I don't remember what Decibel said, but it made me happy. I remember something about kino and not to fall into the boyfriend frame. When I say back down with HB Nerd Glasses, she says, "Look, I'm trying to figure out if we vibe. You're sort of creepy with all the touching. I never do that on the first date." Hilarious because all the advice Db gave me pretty much went out the window with that little statement. At this point, I'm drunk and just not in the mood for bullshit so I just start saying whatever's on my mind, even if it sounds totally AFC, I'm like, "Look HB Nerd Glasses...I like you...no secret there...okay? I think you're a cool chick...and not just because you're hot..I mean yeah, you're hot, too but I like that you're passionate about shit...I meet all these scumbag girls who are hot and models and shit but they piss me off...I think you're awesome, this has been a fun night...for me, anyway..." I guess the way I said this wasn't AFC since I was almost saying it in a pissed off, end-of-my-rope sort of way. HB Nerd Glasses perked up and, as if to remedy all her prior rudeness, goes, "Look...you touch me a lot..and that's weird...but I feel comfortable around you...it's like you don't care if I tell you to stop...and you do...that's good...and I like talking to you...I want to go out with you again...I wanted to give you a chance and I'm glad I did." I'm like wtf is this? This chick trying to put me on the trial boyfriend program?? Of course, being drunk and having these thoughts caused me to systematically ruin the moment by blurting out, "LOOK HB NERD GLASSES! At least I'm upfront about this touching shit...GOD, you want me to be like every other guy and pretend I don't have a dick?! Like I'll get you alone somewhere and spring on you 'SURPRISE!!! I HAVE A DICK!!!!'" This did not go over well. I remember us bantering with some shit. I remember at one point she inquired about what models I've dated and I replied "supermodels, don't worry about it" (totally stupid answer...sounded like I was qualifying myself). I remember at one point SHE "sexualized" the convo and said something like, "Yeah, well sex and love are two different things. I don't need love for sex!" In my head I should've ran with this thread, but again, being drunk and annoyed I was thinking 'don't even bring up sex if you're not going to let me run my fingers up your arm you little tease.' so I replied, "Yeah, I'm sooo over the whole sex thing. Don't bring up that hippy shit." She was just like, "Yeah, right." Anyway, at this point details get hazy. We ended up ordering several rounds and closing out of the bar but the waitress only charged me for one round (score!). I remember at one point telling HB Nerd Glasses about a museum party on Friday and she was like "I WANT TO GO! We'll do that together next!" So I guess that's good. But I remember leaving the bar she was REALLY creeped out by me (like hardcore).
Anyway to sum it up, let's go over the good points:
1.) Getting D2s with really high quality girls
2.) Got to talk to Decibel
3.) Spent under 30 dollars for a longggggg D2
4.) I kino plowed despite resistance (didn't chode out)
Now the sticking points:
1.) I can't get drunk on D2s anymore
2.) I'm still letting girls bring their friends which is like kryptonite to my game
3.) I'm not being ballsy enough during my conversations early on...it's like I walk on egg shells until I ruin the interaction then I stop caring and start saying what I really want
4.) I'm not closing on most of my D2s now which seems to be going backwards from a few months ago
Going forward: Plan on calling HB Nerd Glasses tonight with some nonsense like "Hey, just wanted to make sure you weren't molested by some vagrant on your way home dork..." then make plans for Friday (even though the museum party happened last week). My field intuition says this girl is going to flake HOWEVER if you look at my track record with this girl, I've fucked up every stage of this PU and still got her on a solid D2 so maybe this girl is responsive to shitty game...
Who knows?
The initial PU of HB9.5Nerd Glasses went down the week before when I was out with Dave the Natural and Eddie the Man Whore. (Both Dave and Eddie MW are NOT community guys.) So we're at this shadowy club on the Lower East Side with a booming DJ and people everywhere. Eddie and I are systematically moving through the dance floor, grabbing girls, spitting nonsense, than moving on. Eddie is drunk and getting blown out left and right for opening with overtly sexual remarks. I'm just enjoying myself and basking in the hilarity of it all.
Then I see her.
For the first time in a while, I feel a funny tinge in the pit of my stomach. It's not approach anxiety, but it's not unlike AA. It's something like anticipation anxiety. It's the anticipation that the girl I'm looking at, who's tall, brunette, model good looking with those sexy thick-rimmed nerd glasses may or may not be my dream girl.
But I don't harp on these thoughts, I move.
TJ: (Tap, tap tap) HEY! I had to come over and meet you. Check out my big brother over there (points to Eddie), I'm teaching him dance moves and it's AWESOME.
HB Nerd Glasses: (Looks at TJ like he's retarded)
TJ: Yeah, so my big bro and I are having a danceoff later. Right in the middle of the bar. It's gonna be so glorious.
HB Nerd Glasses: (Points to ears) I can't hear you! The music is too loud!
This may or may not be a shit test. And I may or may not have tolerated this from a girl of lesser beauty. But I look into HB Nerd Glasses eyes and I know what I have to do. I have to flail my hands like I'm having seizure in a pantomime of sign language.
TJ: (Starts making absurdly idiot hand gestures)
HB Nerd Glasses watches for a moment, scowling. It's as if she's trying to decide if this is lol-worth or drink-in-the-face-worthy. When she starts cracking up and signing back to me. I'm in.
HB Nerd Glasses: (Into TJ's ear) I'm a teacher!
TJ: Yeah cool, I'm an assassin.
HB Nerd Glasses: Your ass hurts? What?
TJ: Yeah I'm a writer.
HB Nerd Glasses: COOL!
Boom, it's on. We start chatting nonsense. If I were Steven Spielberg, here's where I'd cue in the Jaws theme. Eddie is literally circling around HB Nerd Glasses and I looking for something to do. When one of HB Nerd Glasses' friends comes back with a drink, Eddie is on her. And blown out in record time (for apparently saying: "So it looks like our friends like each other. There's a women's bathroom over there. Wanna get freaky???") Eddie gets slapped. Then the friend tells HB Nerd Glasses. HB Nerd Glasses tells Eddie to fuck himself. HB Nerd Glasses tells me, "I like you, but we gotta go. BYE!" I grab her wrist and say, "Yeah so we're hanging out. Put it in." and shove my phone in her hand. She angrily programs her number in, hands me the phone back, and tells me her name. I'm thinking, "This is probably a fake number."
Total time of initial pickup: Under 5 minutes.
So, 2 days later, I'm going through all the numbers I got over the weekend and call HB Nerd Glasses. Goes to VM with sexy robot woman voice. No idea if this is HB Nerd Glasses VM but I figure whoever I called must get a hilarious VM played to the hilt. So I go:
TJ: Yooooo...what's up DORK....it's TJ the sexy, sexy man from Saturday night...yeah, so I'm calling because I was curious what your voice actually sounded like...you sign sooooo sexy...anyway, robot lady has a sexy voice, too...talk to you later."
No call that night. The next evening, when I get out of the shower, I see I have a missed call on my phone from HB Nerd Glasses. I'm still skeptical (honestly, the initial PU went down so poorly, I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd given me an ex-bf's number or some shit). Call her back and it goes to robot woman again. Great. I leave no VM this time.
About an hour later I get a call back. HB Nerd Glasses! I immediately stack and talk about my night. She doesn't sound that interested. We talk about her being a teacher in a really bad neighborhood. I compare her to Michelle Phifer from Dangerous Minds. She does not find this humorous. I suggest she play Coolio's Gansta's Paradise everytime she comes into class. She does not find this humorous. She tells me in her grammar school, all the "cool guys" coordinated and shaved "Gansta's Paradise" into their heads. I find this absolutely fascinating and ask her which guy got the apostrophe. I'm like, "What guy would go into a barber shop and get a grammatical symbol shaved into his head? Seriously, this is not normal. You come from a very strange place." She is now getting offended. I try to vibe on some other topics. I think the shit I'm saying is hilarious, but she's disinterestedly listening then saying "Yeah" or "Okay". Then, abruptly she goes: "I'm cutting this short. I gotta go. We'll hang out next week. BYE!" CLICK. wtf? It's like she read DYD or some shit.
Anyway, I call her Sunday night at 10 because she was so rude last time. Goes to VM again and I'm thinking "flake!" and called some other babes. When I'm on the phone with another chickity, she texts me something about watching Army Wives and can't talk, let's just make plans on text. I'm like Army Wives? wtf?! But make plans. I tell her be on the East Side at 8. She wants me to go to a movie in the park with her. I actually want to do this (it's free AND you can bring booze) so I agree. I tell her to "wear something cute so we match". For the first time, she comes alive, texting back something to the effect of "LOL, yeah that's sort of a given." It's on.
So Monday night rolls around and I have to stay at work late. Amazing because all day I'm sitting around twiddling my dick, reading Jeffy Lay Reports at my desk, but at 3:30 I'm instructed to write something that will take all night. I'm like "fuck this shit" and try to communicate that sentiment to my boss. She informs me I will be catching the later train.
After I finish writing some nonsense, I hop on the train, nap on the way home, then shotgun my way out of my apartment. I get a text from HB Nerd Glasses all ominous and shit like "Meet me at dusk". wtf?
I grab a bottle of wine and jump on the F train. She texts me something like, "You can thank me for being awesome and getting us amazing seats by bringing some good wine." I go all Jeffy on her and say "You're glorious, like a baby polar bear sliding down a rainbow into a pot of gold. Getting in the limo now, see you in 20." She did not find this text message humorous and made sure to tell me several times throughout the night. When I get out of the subway, I get a text from her saying her friend stopped by for a few but isn't staying. I'm like FUCKKKKKK. I've actually lost 3 day twos because a girl "surprised me" by bringing a friend and/or sister in tow.
When I get to the park, it's like fucking Woodstock. A million people. I call her and she says, "Look for the two hot girls." I tell her, "Fuck that shit, get up a do a dance for the one hot guy on the cell phone." She spots me. Does a dance. DAMN. I initially thought she was a 9 in a dark club but she's actually HOTTER in the light. HB9.5! But no nerd glasses tonight. I immediately call her on it. Her friend is actually really hot, too. A solid 8. I talk to both of them and it goes ok. When the friend leaves, I start bombing a little. Not so much bombing as just not doing anything awesome. I'm having "nice guy" conversation with HB Nerd Glasses and not pumping her BT. During the movie, she keeps pouring me wine (she brought her own bottle) so I'm getting pretty hammered. I kino her and she's pretty clamly about it. She won't give me her hand. She won't lean into me. Surprisingly, the micocalibration from MoM worked pretty well as everytime she IOD'd me, I'd lay back, close my BL to her, and watch the movie. I noticed she'd respond by leaning toward me and opening her BL. This tug-of-war nonsense went on during the entire movie. We joked a little about the movie and it seemed to be going ok. At one point, I start moving my fingers up and down her waist, drawing lines over her panty line. She turned to me and very matter-of-factly said, "I don't feel comfortable with that." I responded, "Cool" and turned to the movie. At one point, I text a bunch of PUAs in my phone to give me some motivation (whenever I'm bombing like this, I like to think of all you guys as a support group motivating me not to be a chode). While I'm a HUGE fan of the quick escalation even if it's impossible, I feel that a miscalibrated makeout attempt could sink my shoddy performance. I keep thinking, "Okay, just get her out for a drink after the movie and it's wash, rinse, repeat." The movie ends (ironically, it was an old black-and-white movie and the last scene is a ship getting bombed the fuck out...I found it somewhat symbolic of my night). As she's getting her blanket together, I go, "Let's go for drinks!" She wants to know where. The only place I can think of is an over-priced hotel bar across the street. She says, "Okay, only one drink though." "No shit, it's a school night," I tell her. This makes her laugh, we leave. Halfway there, she realizes she forgot her bag. She runs back. The bag is gone. She starts flipping out. To my credit, I got her to forget the bag and come to the hotel bar.
In the hotel bar, things are not great. In fact they're awful. To get her to forget that stupid bag, I made up all this bullshit how there's a brewery in the hotel bar and they have all this exotic European beer she has to try (one of our commonalities is she loves beer...+2 points). When we get there, she takes off for the bathroom and I start talking to the waitress. They only have shitty domestic beers. The waitress is pretty hot, so I run a little attraction material on her then say, "Look...see the girl I walked in with...I'm on a first date with her and it's going awful...like embarrassingly bad...I'm trying to salvage this and I told her you guys serve exotic beer on tap...can you pour some Bud lites into a pint glass and make it look all exotic...like throw some limes in there or some shit..." She cracks up and high fives me. Tells me not to worry about it.
When HB Nerd Glasses comes back, I take off for the bathroom. I figure if HB Hot Waitress is cool, she'll socially proof me to HB Nerd Glasses while I'm off in the bathroom. I'm so drunk at this point, I just start wandering around the hotel, pissing everyone off. At this point, I randomly called Decibel for absolutely no reason. It's pretty funny how I've been reading this guys stuff for such a long time and feel like I know him, yet the first time we talk on the phone is when I'm ripped to the tits on a bad date at a hotel bar. I don't remember what Decibel said, but it made me happy. I remember something about kino and not to fall into the boyfriend frame. When I say back down with HB Nerd Glasses, she says, "Look, I'm trying to figure out if we vibe. You're sort of creepy with all the touching. I never do that on the first date." Hilarious because all the advice Db gave me pretty much went out the window with that little statement. At this point, I'm drunk and just not in the mood for bullshit so I just start saying whatever's on my mind, even if it sounds totally AFC, I'm like, "Look HB Nerd Glasses...I like you...no secret there...okay? I think you're a cool chick...and not just because you're hot..I mean yeah, you're hot, too but I like that you're passionate about shit...I meet all these scumbag girls who are hot and models and shit but they piss me off...I think you're awesome, this has been a fun night...for me, anyway..." I guess the way I said this wasn't AFC since I was almost saying it in a pissed off, end-of-my-rope sort of way. HB Nerd Glasses perked up and, as if to remedy all her prior rudeness, goes, "Look...you touch me a lot..and that's weird...but I feel comfortable around you...it's like you don't care if I tell you to stop...and you do...that's good...and I like talking to you...I want to go out with you again...I wanted to give you a chance and I'm glad I did." I'm like wtf is this? This chick trying to put me on the trial boyfriend program?? Of course, being drunk and having these thoughts caused me to systematically ruin the moment by blurting out, "LOOK HB NERD GLASSES! At least I'm upfront about this touching shit...GOD, you want me to be like every other guy and pretend I don't have a dick?! Like I'll get you alone somewhere and spring on you 'SURPRISE!!! I HAVE A DICK!!!!'" This did not go over well. I remember us bantering with some shit. I remember at one point she inquired about what models I've dated and I replied "supermodels, don't worry about it" (totally stupid answer...sounded like I was qualifying myself). I remember at one point SHE "sexualized" the convo and said something like, "Yeah, well sex and love are two different things. I don't need love for sex!" In my head I should've ran with this thread, but again, being drunk and annoyed I was thinking 'don't even bring up sex if you're not going to let me run my fingers up your arm you little tease.' so I replied, "Yeah, I'm sooo over the whole sex thing. Don't bring up that hippy shit." She was just like, "Yeah, right." Anyway, at this point details get hazy. We ended up ordering several rounds and closing out of the bar but the waitress only charged me for one round (score!). I remember at one point telling HB Nerd Glasses about a museum party on Friday and she was like "I WANT TO GO! We'll do that together next!" So I guess that's good. But I remember leaving the bar she was REALLY creeped out by me (like hardcore).
Anyway to sum it up, let's go over the good points:
1.) Getting D2s with really high quality girls
2.) Got to talk to Decibel
3.) Spent under 30 dollars for a longggggg D2
4.) I kino plowed despite resistance (didn't chode out)
Now the sticking points:
1.) I can't get drunk on D2s anymore
2.) I'm still letting girls bring their friends which is like kryptonite to my game
3.) I'm not being ballsy enough during my conversations early on...it's like I walk on egg shells until I ruin the interaction then I stop caring and start saying what I really want
4.) I'm not closing on most of my D2s now which seems to be going backwards from a few months ago
Going forward: Plan on calling HB Nerd Glasses tonight with some nonsense like "Hey, just wanted to make sure you weren't molested by some vagrant on your way home dork..." then make plans for Friday (even though the museum party happened last week). My field intuition says this girl is going to flake HOWEVER if you look at my track record with this girl, I've fucked up every stage of this PU and still got her on a solid D2 so maybe this girl is responsive to shitty game...
Who knows?
2 comments:
Oh man Tj, I can't express how much I've missed these. I think your my only PUA inspiration these days.
This actually made me laugh out loud, don't worry dude you've got this girl.
I haven't been posting but to tell the truth I haven't been out sarging a lot. I've been super swamped with housesitting and work.
Good news? I've been working out, eating healthy and saving money for my car and my newly formed edmonton PUA community is skyrocketing: life goals for the win =)
Keep us posted,
Shadow
Peter
Haha! Finally got a cameo in a FR!! I didn't know how smashed you were - I figured it was just your NY accent and the echo in the bathroom. But glad you didn't follow my stinky pinky advice, she wouldn't've been too receptive methinks.
This girl needs comfort. Sad but true. She wants a provider.
Once again, you broke all the pickup rules and still managed to save the day. And with a shitty day 1 interaction that was destined for the trash. Wowza. Good grief.
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