I’m going to write this right now because I figure I won’t be able to sleep anyways. It’s 3:05, just got back from the club. I had a date with the girl from Tuesday. There’s some controversy about whether taking a date to a nightclub is a good idea. I’m not at all ready to commit to an answer, but I’m leaning towards saying it’s good. Let’s see how it went for me.
Meatpacking was insane because of the awesome weather. It’s the busiest I’ve seen it in months and months. Even at 11 there’s a ten minute line at the club. I stand in it and as I’m getting close to the door my girl shows up. She looks nice! She brought her friend too. I was totally cool with this. I figured worst case is nothing sexual happens but I befriend everyone and now I have some fodder to get me into clubs. Also, I really like my girl’s friend as a human being. She’s agreeable and fun, the type of girl who would make a fantastic girlfriend.
We get whisked inside and go upstairs. They get a drink, I get water. We go up to the deck and I pull my girl in so smooth for a kiss. It was beautiful. I hadn’t kissed her on Tuesday (I lamented in that night’s report how I should have). We move downstairs and dance. She grinds on me, reaches my hands up to her boobs. I’m enjoying this. I get a boner, she dances harder. Friend leaves us alone. Then my girl tells me that Linda is coming. I’m happy. That means Linda and her other friend can vibe, everyone has someone to talk to, I can pull my girl.
I change my mind after Linda’s been there three minutes. I can’t stand this woman. She’s an empty, vain husk of a human. She’s one giant insecurity manifesting as no fun for everyone else. Even three minutes deep I can foresee that Linda is going to make the pull very, very difficult for me. I really don’t like this woman on a fundamental level, have I made that clear?
Long story short, Linda fucks up the pull. I’m dancing so well with my girl, she wants the dick. But Linda insists on them leaving together. I tell my girl to forget them, stay with me. I keep repeating it. I feel like she’s so close to saying yes but she doesn’t. She says she has to leave. I tell her I’ll text her, she kisses me goodbye, she’s gone. Now, here. I’m not sure if what I did was good. Should I have pushed harder, said something like “You might never see me again if you leave now..” I feel like that’s really going all in. This girl really likes me, wants to see me again, and I can night three her and we’ll be fucking in less than an hour. So I feel like I did OK playing it a bit safer and not totally pushing the envelope and really trying to force her to stay. But I’m not sure. I’ve literally never been in this situation in my life so I was winging it.
I open another four sets. One goes really well, looking at about a three minute makeout but two minutes in her boyfriend shows up. He’s not too pleased about the situation and I leave. I hit a wall though. It’s 2am but I’m not in a burning it to the ground mood. If there is one thing that’s not success orientated about me it’s that I don’t have that killer fucking vibe to crush it and succeed. Go fucking hard or go home! That’s not really me. I’m incredibly persistent and consistent so I get what I want but it takes me longer than someone who is persistent and has that fucking motivation to crush it so hard. If I could change my personality I would inject myself with some extra push.
1. Me and the wingman are going to a high end club tomorrow. There’s going to be a lot of girls there. I simply will not leave that club until I pull or until I’ve approached every single set twice. There is no way out of the exit except with a girl.
2. Saw an advanced level PUA giving a bootcamp, said hey to him and learned his name. Said hey to his student who I actually winged a set with last week. Saw another PUA who I met at the bar some time ago. Tried to throw him on my friend’s girl but he wasn’t interested. Today in Williamsburg I randomly ran into that girl who I met at a pool hall last, last Tuesday. NYC isn’t as big as people make it out to be.
3. My interactions are getting so much more solid. This girl who I went on a date with tonight, she was enthusiastic to meet up with me! I met her at a bar and got her number at a bar. My first 8 months in game about 102% of the numbers I got were fucking useless. Now I had a date last Friday (which fucking blew) and this Saturday (which went good apart from Linda). That’s good shit, it’s really cool to see progress like that.
4. I strive to develop that killer drive. That voice that says go hard, crush it, stick it out till the bitter end. At this point pulling is simply a numbers game. Every fifty or one hundred sets I’m going to pull. The more I do, the sooner it happens. So do more sets! I cannot possibly tell how a set will go by just looking at it.
5. I really enjoy pickup. It’s fun! Hell of a hobby to have.
6. I was actually scared to seed the pull last night. It took me ten minutes to work up the nerve to ask:
“Do you like awesome pizza?”
“Yeah, I do.” She answers.
“There’s an awesome pizza place in Williamsburg. I’m pretty hungry, I’d like to go there with you.”
Is there any fucking logical reason to feel nervous saying that? None at all. It’s simply the fact that doing unknown things makes you nervous. Once you do something you don’t get anxiety from it. That’s how I look at game. I’m desensitizing myself to all of these things until the point where picking up models is simple and easy. For now, I’m getting used to going on dates. This is newish territory for me.