Saturday night field report AKA at long last…

Posted: July 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

This happened about 3 weeks ago now, at my favorite central London club.

Fairly early on in the night my wings are outside smoking, and I’m surveying the main dance floor. It’s still fairly quite but there are some OK girls around. There’s a group of three girls at a table and one of them comes over to me. She’s around maybe an HB6. Certainly nothing to get excited about to be honest. She tells me she has lost a bet with her friends and now she has to kiss a guy, and she wants to kiss me. I play dumb, “What, on the cheek you mean?”. She tells me it has to be a proper kiss. I tell her that’s very naughty then tongue her down. She leaves grinning. Although she wasn’t hot by any means and this was only a kiss close, things like this happening help my self image of being a guy that has an easy time getting girls in nightclubs. It’s a positive reference experience which is, I feel, a big part of getting good.

Skip forward half an hour or so. The dance floor is starting to pick up now. Right in the centre of the dance floor there’s a 3 set. Two girls and a guy. One of the girls is a blonde, standing at just over 6ft tall in her heels. Her face is only average, but I love her tanned skin, and what makes me really really like her is her huge tits. They’re literally like two bald men’s heads popping out of her strapless top. I want her but AA kicks in. This was brought on by two things. Firstly there’s a man in the set. I’m almost 100% certain he’s the gay best friend, but a man being there causes some primitive defense to kick in within my brain. Pursuing woman that is with a man = danger. Secondly she’s too tall for me. I’m only 5’9″. I don’t give a fuck what guys say about limiting beliefs. Although guys can get girls that are taller than them, it’s the exception not the rule. Girls who are noticeably taller than you will reject you nearly every time. I’ve tried escalating on taller girls a few times recently, and it just doesn’t feel right when they’re towering above you. This set feels like an obvious rejection.

I’m about to let the AA get the better of me and move on, like I have so many times before. But then I take one last look at her beautiful breasts and tanned skin and I can’t walk away. It’s not possible. I must know if I can have her or not. This is something that is increasingly driving me to open sets and fight through any remaining AA. It’s when your desire for the woman becomes an emotion that is stronger than the fear of AA. I would urge any guys suffering from AA to do this. Look at the hotty you want to open. View her as a sex object for the moment. Think how badly you want her. Let this feeling and this alone occupy your body and mind. You will find it so much easier to approach when you do this. Steve Jabba (from the LSS) talks about this in his youtube video, and describes it as absence of conflicting emotions. You just approach based on a pure simplistic lust which quietens the doubting voices of your ego.

So I go for it but fuck the approach up a little. I grab her hand. She accepts, but at this point I need to pull her in or say something but for some reason I just stand there. She moves for me to salsa spin her, and given the fact she’s taller (fucking told you) it’s really clumsy. She moves away from me after that. So it could of gone better. It was a rejection. But I’m OK with being rejected. I’m not OK with never trying. I’m really unhappy with myself if I don’t try, and this is really pushing me into sets. I think this is what drives men who are self actualized, or on the path to being their, to action in the face of fear. They can’t live with not trying. Important.

Fast forward another 30 minutes. I’m doing a lap of the club, and I’m back where I started, walking past the main dance floor. There’s a South American looking girl dancing on the periphery of the dance floor. I lock eye contact. She smiles at me. It’s on.

I approach telling her she looks South American, possibly Brazilian. She tells me, in perfect English she isn’t. She’s all over me from the second I approach. She say’s what nationality she is is complicated, because her parents are Portuguese but she was born and raised in South Africa. I tell her she must be drunk, because that isn’t that complicated. We dance a little, and I think it’s about this time I K Close her.

I meet her two friends, a girl and a guy. The girl is fucking wasted and keeps interrupting us to say something drunk and stupid. I decide to take her to a table in the restaurant to isolate.

It is at this point that I put a new game plan into action. Recently I’ve just been all about the escalation. Pushing hard for the sex rather than slowing down and getting to know the girl. I’ve had some feedback from posting questions on forums that this is where I’m going wrong and why I’m not able to convert the initial attention I’m getting into lays. I come across as being all about the sex, which makes girls feel like they’re being used for sex. Girls don’t like feeling this way even if they’re just after a one night stand. They like to feel like there’s a bit of romance in the air.

To this end I focused on just chatting with her for the next 30 minutes. At this point she asks if I want to leave. Score. I tell her we can go back to mine. She agrees. We just have to go and tell her friend first. I don’t like the fucking sound of that. If someone’s going to fuck things up for me it’s going to be the drunk friend.

We can’t find her friend so we go outside to smoke. Her friend texts saying that since she’s hooked up with me she’s obviously not wanted and so she’s gone home. Sweet. That’s that little obstacle removed. She says she needs to tell her male friend she’s leaving. We find him on the dance floor. They talk and we all dance. I don’t push the point about leaving at the moment (as per my new slightly slower stratagey), but 10 minutes later when she grabs my cock I grab her hand and tell her we’re leaving now. I get her right to the exit when she tells me she can’t go, as she promised her male friend she’d stay for a while. We sit and talk more. Although I obviously want to take her home for a sound rogering, this talking is good in a way as it’s helping me improve my skills in connecting with women emotionally. In addition to this she’s also fairly interesting.

And this is how it goes all night. Every 60 minutes or so I try to extract and she says not yet and we dance or talk more. My only worry here is spending all night with one girl, only for her to not want to come home with me at the end. She seems into me, and in addition to this is fairly sexually open, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem. At 2pm I know it’s on, because she tells me she wants to leave at the end (3pm) and is asking me if I live alone and if we’re getting a cab back to mine.

Right at 3pm as the clubs winding down there’s a heart stopping moment. She says she has to tell her friend she’s leaving with me instead of getting a lift back from him. I can’t hear what’s being said, but it’s obvious he isn’t pleased. I just stand watching them talk and I remember thinking that if this guy fucks this up for me then I’m going to want to rip out one of his eyes and skull fuck him to death. Cunt. What about the bro code? How can you cock block a fellow man like this?

Turns out he didn’t approve of her going home with a guy, because according to her, she “never usually does this”. I know guys reading this will have him down as a beta orbiter at this point, but he really didn’t come across that way. He was well dressed, attractive, moved confidently and was always chatting up women solo (and doing quite well by the looks of it) when we ran into him throughout the course of the night. I think it’s just that some guys have a fucked up world view when it comes to female sexuality. They’ll quite happily SNL a girl themselves, but if their female friends want to do that with a guy they wonder how she could be such a slut.

After the club kicked out we went home and a fucked her without a hitch. She was a good lay, but her body was nowhere near as nice as I anticipated.

Anyway, 5th lay of the year so far with still 5 more months left to go. I’d say this being my first year hitting double figures is a possibility. That night out cost me £50. I think cash is one of the biggest things holding me back now. The taxi home is very expensive, but one of my wings told me girls will usually go with him on the bus, so I’ll try that.

Comments
  1. MikeG says:

    “Secondly she’s too tall for me. I’m only 5’9″. I don’t give a fuck what guys say about limiting beliefs. Although guys can get girls that are taller than them, it’s the exception not the rule. Girls who are noticeably taller than you will reject you nearly every time. I’ve tried escalating on taller girls a few times recently, and it just doesn’t feel right when they’re towering above you”

    Thats funny you mentioned that, because I’m 5’9″ with shoes on and for some reason for years my height never bother me, or shall I say i’ve never thought of it as a possible Achilles heel of mine for certain women. Which seems silly of me because I’ve studied the whole pua thing on and off for years but I don’t think I realized how big height is until I started online dating a couple years ago. Its incredible how many profiles I see where a girl requests you to be a certain height. Height is the only physical attribute that a girl will generally say that is a deal breaker. You won’t hear women say ‘he has to have abs’, or ‘he has to have model like face’, but height is definitely one that is thrown out there and the difference is a girl can say it without coming off like an asshole unlike a guy who would get dinged for saying he only dates girls with large breasts.

    Funny that now my height bothers me a bit even though Ive never had a girl actually mention it as a problem(but like you I missed on opportunities like in this post), but now I realize if I was 6’1″ my attraction towards girls would sky rocket and it pisses me off a little that I can’t do anything about that….Unlike you have control on eating well, going to the gym, dressing well. The only thing i’ve been doing is buying boots to get me a little bit closer to 5’10”.

    In the end its not the worst thing in the world by a long shot, but its annoying you really can’t change a physical attribute like that(a very important one at that). In general its not so much how tall you are, Woman just want you to be taller than them so luckily a huge segment of women are well below 5’9″. Its just that you would have full access to the entire female population much more easily being over 6ft.

  2. Ash says:

    well done mate.

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