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Field Report 2 of 12: Huge Boobies

Posted: December 24, 2013 in Uncategorized

This is a 3rd date with a girl who I met almost a month ago in a bar. The previous two dates went well. She gave me a hand job in her car on the first date, but I’m yet to bang her.

The girl’s pretty. A high 7 or low 8 if you like Indian looking girls (I say looking because she’s mixed race, not actually Indian), but only a 7 if you don’t like this type. She’s very tall for a girl, standing at probably over 6ft when in heels (I’m 5’9″). She has the voluptuous Kim Kardashian type body and always dresses in a glamorous way to show it off: heels, tight, short skirt, epic cleavage. She gets eyed up by men a lot. She just seems the type who’d end up dating some 6ft3 built semi criminal badboy, but she denies liking this sort of man.

In terms of personality she’s very confident and assertive, and won’t shy from confrontation. I think this is a bit of an act to a certain extent, and deep down she is softer than she makes out. I’ve told her this.

For our third date we meet in central London 20 minutes later than planned because she has difficulties finding a parking space. I have a mini rant about how having a car and living in central London is just a waste of time. With the tube network it’s just unnecessary and when you factor in finding parking spaces, having a car becomes a bit like a ball and a chain limiting your movements in some cases.

When we finally make it to the Soho bar (as per a recommendation on a forum) the place is fairly busy. It’s a cocktail bar with no menu. The bar tender just asks me to tell him what sort of stuff I like, and based on this he makes me a cocktail. Nice. She asks for fresh orange juice and he says they don’t have any. She complains about this and points out the fact there’s a whole orange behind the bar. He tells her that would require him to squeeze her an orange juice, and that’s not happening. The guy’s quite funny actually. Eventually she decides on a fruit juice cocktail. After making it the bar tender cuts a huge over sized slice of orange and sticks it in her glass, telling her she can nibble on that if she gets hungry. She’s not impressed. I’m in stitches. I point out a free space at a table and she sits down while I pay.

We chat about various medial ailments we have. I moan about my IBS. I got it this year and it keeps making my stomach swell up to the point I look fat, despite a recent diet bringing my bodyfat percentage down to below average. I tell her how I’m making it my mission to bring it under control next year, despite doctors not being that helpful about it (many doctors claim IBS can’t be cured).

I know another decent bar in the area which probably won’t be quite as loud or crowded so we go there for a second drink. We talk about our musical tastes. She’s really into her music so blasts me for my choices. I tease her about trying to be too cool for school with her musical tastes. I go a little sexual with the conversation, telling her she acts all tough but when I get her into bed I’m going to put her across my knee and spank her before fucking her hard. She notes that my personality changes a fair amount when I drink. She says I get noticeably more chilled out, give much less of a fuck about anything and get a lot more sexual. In other words my game gets a lot better after 2 – 3 drinks. This is something I’ve noticed recently too, and will be something I address in a future post. I need to sort this out if I’m ever to do as well in day game as I do in night game.

We go back to her car and make out a little. I tell her to drive us to get food then back to mine to eat. She says we’ll end up fucking if that happens. I tell her maybe. She tells me she can fuck me whenever she wants. I tell her I may well surprise her. She refuses to go back to mine. She wants to make out some more, but I say I best be heading home. My thinking is she can’t have everything physical on just her terms.

She drives me to a station, and on the way she suddenly winds down the window when stopped at lights. She shouts to this arab guy in the car next to us asking what he wanted (turns out he gestured to her to wind down her window, I never saw this). He says she looks really nice, then looks at me and says, “That must be your brother with you” before speeding off. People who know about game know this is a ploy to frame me as someone who couldn’t possibly be her boyfriend. The girl picked up on this saying that it was obvious he was saying this to be a twat, as I couldn’t be her brother because of our different ethnicities. Usually if a guy gives a girl I’m with a compliment like this to hit on her I’d say something like, “It’s really nice of you to say that, thanks” in a voice that contains a hint of condescension, with the frame basically being, “Aww, isn’t he nice (and non sexually threatening)”. In this case it happened so fast I didn’t get a chance. I will admit this threw me a little bit. As I start to date better looking women I need to get better at handling male competition, both outwardly and emotionally, as I’m going to run into it more and more often.

Not much really happened on the date. We’re still in contact and she wants to meet up when I get back to London after Christmas. I’d say I’m fairly likely to get the lay, but I don’t like the fact it’s been 3 dates without any sex. It’s possible that she’s just keeping me around as an option. All in all she’s a girl I’d casually date, but her personality isn’t the type I’d go long term with.

Things I did well:

  • No huge mistakes made

Things I did badly:

  • Could have spoke more about her job when she brought it up. It’s quite an emotionally charged job so it’s a good topic of conversation and helps me get to know her better.
  • Need to be able to game the same sober as drunk
  • Need to get batter at handling guys hitting on girls I’m with

In order to continuously improve I have decided to post field reports for my next dozen ‘interactions’, with an interaction being either a date or a sarging session. I will write up each of the next dozen, whether they go well or go badly. I’m hoping to spot patterns to help me determine both what I’m doing right, and what I’m doing wrong. I’ll also be posting to a number of forums to get feedback. This is something I haven’t done regularly in a long time, so I’m hoping it will help take me to the next level.

About a week ago I met a cute Bulgarian at a club. I’m not going to go into much detail about the initial interaction, as this field report is about the resulting date. I opened her when she was with a group of her friends. Isolated her within 2 minutes by taking her to a secluded outdoor seating area to smoke. Chatted to her for 15 minutes. Went for the kiss, got told I was moving too fast. She wanted to go back to her friends, so we swapped numbers.

After that I didn’t think she was very interested due to the way she ended our chat fairly abruptly. Turns out I was wrong, because midday the next day she texts me first. This is rare for a girl. She seems to want to chat a lot via text, and comments that I don’t text back much. We agree to meet at a bar close to where both of us live, on the following saturday.

Saturday comes around and I’m just not feeling that energised about the date. I feel like I’ve had a fairly good year this year on multiple levels, and now I’m just hibernating until I start my new job in January. An old FB texts me before I leave asking if I want to come round to bang. I tell her I can’t tonight, I’m going out. Even if I wasn’t my sex drive seems fairly low at the moment anyway.

I turn up 10 minutes late and the first thing I notice is that she’s not as hot as I remember. I thought she was a high 7 if not an 8 but now she’s looking like she’s barely scraping a 7. We walk to the bar I’ve chosen, and conversation is strained. I’m in a very introverted mood and my conversational machinery hasn’t warmed up yet.

In the bar I find us seats. It’s a long wall seat on one side of a little table, and a chair the other side. I motion for her to seat on the wall seat and then get us drinks from the bar. The space next to her is taken up by her coat and handbag, so I sit opposite her. I think I can just spend 30 minutes getting to know her face to face, then bounce to another venue where I can get closer, sexualise, touch and escalate, with the ultimate goal being taking her home tonight since we’re so close to my place. The combination of location and the fact she’s agreed to meet on a Saturday night lead me to think a first date lay should be possible.

She soon asks if I’d prefer to sit next to her, “Unless you’re scared?”. I smile and move next to her. The distance is now fine to go for the kiss.

There’s a couple sat next to us, their table close to ours. It seems that a group of the man’s friends are also in the bar. One of them comes and blows out the candle on their table as a joke. This will become relevant later…

We talk about Bulgaria. I tease her about how she lives in the mountains and has to feed her fathers goats every day. We talk about our jobs, families, and hopes for the future. Although I wouldn’t describe her as being closed, she doesn’t seem to give me a lot to work with in terms of conversation. It just feels like a mix of her not having much in the way of life experiences / opinions on things and a lack of natural personal chemistry between us. There’s a muted vibe and I certainly don’t give it 100%. For example, when talking about travel there are long, engaging stories I could, but I don’t. We just aren’t connecting on a deep level, and I’m not really laying on the seductive vibe either.

Now back to the table next to us. One of the guys fuckwit friends decides to start throwing ice at him. He throws a few cubes over the course of 10 minutes. Although it’s not aimed at me and the girl and never hits us, it’s just disconcerting that it’s coming close. The Bulgarian asks if the guy’s aiming at me and I explain the situation. Here’s where I feel I pussied out. I think I should have gone over to the group and told the guy I didn’t want him throwing ice in our direction. Thing is in situations like this I always play “what ifs” in my head. Like what if he refuses to stop? What if he’s abusive? What are my chances of beating him in a fight if it goes that way? What about him and his mates? This is obviously way over thinking things, and it seems like man on man confrontation is something I need to work on.

I kiss close the girl and we have another drink. As we both finish our second drinks I know I should pull the trigger and take her to one more bar for one more drink, escalate more then try and take her home. But I just sit there. For some reason I don’t have the urge. She says, “Time to leave?”. I say yes, walk her to the tube, and we part ways. Although she’s responding to my texts, she’s a lot more distant than she was. I don’t think this one is going to happen.

Now for the analysis.

What I did right:

  • Good logistical setup
  • Escalated to the kiss

What I did badly:

  • Didn’t put enough effort into making interesting conversation
  • Shied away from man vs man confrontation when it would have been appropriate
  • Didn’t take enough control of the date in terms of venue bounces
  • Didn’t pull the trigger

The main learning point here is in regards to pulling the trigger. There came a point in this set where I realised there wasn’t enough personal chemistry between us for this to be about anything other than sex. I wouldn’t even want to see her again for a second date. When I realise that on a date I need to stop running the whole bf style K-Selected game and run the faster, more aggressive and sexual R-Selected game. I have come to realise that I can come across very differently on dates as compared to when I first meet a girl. In short when I meet a girl in a club I’m more drunk and more sexual to how I am on a date. Alcohol and gaming differently on dates is something I’m going to cover in future posts.

One More Set

Posted: December 4, 2013 in Uncategorized

In the past 4 weeks I’ve got 4 new notches past 5 weeks I’ve got 5 new notches (plus a hand job from a 6th girl), including a 3 week run with a new SNL each week. With 6 weeks left in the year I have already beaten last year’s notch count by a small margin. This all sounds great on paper, but I have a problem.

Quality.

It’s plain to see that the quantity is there, but I want to drastically increase the quality of the women I fuck. When I talk about quality in this context please note I mean only the physical attractiveness of the girls. Chastity / personality isn’t what I’m talking about. To be more specific, I’d say my average lay is just above the HB6 mark at the moment. I want that average to creep up to a HB7. At the moment I have never laid a girl who I could legitimately call an 8.

Something is obviously going wrong when I’m interacting with the hot women. At the moment I’m not sure what this is. When you’re trying to do something and not succeeding, the first thing you need is data. You need lots of experiences of failure so you can spot patterns. An example of a pattern would be the fact I realised I earlier this year that I was mostly only getting SNLs when the girl asked me to come home with her, or at least massively hinted that we should go home together. Female sexual nature being what it is, if you are waiting for a girl to initiate the extraction to the sex location, you’ll be missing out on a lot of SNLs, simply because many girls will never initiate this. In the later part of this year I’ve asked women to come home with me more regularly, so have got more SNLs since then. I broke the pattern of not trying to extract girls who were ready to leave the club with me. I still don’t do this quite as much as I should, but now I have identified the mistake I can work on this.

These patterns may or may not be mistakes which are stopping you getting what you want. You change what you do in order to break the pattern. If this new approach gets you what you want, great. If not back to the drawing board.

Spotting these patterns requires large amounts of data. If something happens irregularly you won’t spot patterns that easily. If something happens to you all the time the patterns / mistakes will probably be blindingly obvious to you.

So how do I gather data as it relates to trying to fuck hot women? Approaching.

I need lots of data, therefore I need to approach lots of hot women. I know some people in the community talk like approaching is all there is to it. Do 2,000 sets and you’ll from then on be amazing with women. This is obviously not true. There’s a lot of work that needs doing besides approaching. That’s fine. I’m doing much of that work. Having said that, what I need to do now in order to improve is to gather data by approaching large numbers of hot women.

To make sure I get the approaches in I plan to set approach targets. This is something I haven’t done in ages, but I think having set numerical targets is the only way I’ll break the habit of just doing around half a dozen approaches a week, at most.

I’m going to set may targets small at first. I don’t want to constantly be missing them and feeling like I’m failing, and give up. Once I’m consistently hitting them I can start to up them. Here are my targets:

10 sets a week of which:
At least 4 sets must be day game
At least 5 sets must be on HB8+ girls

Hopefully by January I will be hitting this and able to up it to around 15 a week., with 10HB8+ girls. A few months of that and I should have all the data I need to work out what’s going wrong.