Monday, May 23, 2011

We All Play Games

For those of you who are wondering, this is game. Minecraft specifically.

This guy plays political games. It just so happens that he has to deal with Whitewalkers and dragons, but they are still games.

Or if you are one of the losers of this world (don't feel bad, I've been there) you've played this game.

Game is everything that human beings do. It's when you approach women. It's when your boss tells you to get it done. It's when you come home and blog about the crap you've done. Ultimately, it's you trying to fill your time with something meaningful to you.

So back to my first image. I was playing Minecraft the other night in an attempt to get work off my mind. Minecraft is a wonderful game. You get dumped in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the clothes on your back and an arm that can cut through anything given a few hours. The best part is that at night, all the monsters come out and eat you alive. Exploding penis monsters and everything. I don't personally like dying because of exploding penis's, so I decided to build a tower. A giant tower in the middle of freaking nowhere. Why? That's what a game is.

Games are you trying to master your environment. I built a tower (I literally couldn't build it any bigger). Other guys I know built a business where they teach you to sleep with beautiful women. The problem is that in order to build anything, you need materials. My materials happened to be Obsidian because exploding penis monsters can't blow up Obsidian. What did my friends use?

(Comfort - Break Rapport) + Qualification + Sexual Escalation

Those are their raw materials. Pure and simple, that is game with women. Everything else is just techniques to get these things done.

My first night spent with the guys at the house, my instructor's name was Cary. Great little Asian guy. You literally don't know he's hitting on you til your standing in his bedroom wondering how you got there. If you ever wondered, yes he has a mohawk. So how do you build comfort with a woman? Well, first you have to meet them. That's what Cary showed me.

This is called opening. There are 4 types of openers. Functional < Compliment < Observational < Introduction

Functional - when you need to ask where the bathroom is and you say something
Compliment - notice something nice and you say something
Observational - notice something interesting and you say something
Introduction - someone already knows you, says your name for you, and you say something

They occur in that order, because as you approach the top of that list, you find it harder to transition off the opener to something that will start to build comfort.

My first target with a decent opener was a woman standing in front of a bar on 4th street. It was a 3 set and I was freaking out. I literally walked right by them and Cary looked at me with amused knowledge. Basically I chickened out because I didn't know what to do. He didn't care. He threatened to send me into the same set over and over again until I got over this. I finally went over and spoke to one of the girls after the guy left.

"Hey, my friend and I are out running around, but I don't know any good places to go eat. Could you recommend something?" Functional

This chick then proceeds to go on for 10 minutes about the food in Austin. It turns out it was her passion. Painfully passionate I might add. Dear God, please shut up woman. I thought I was supposed to transition her onto another topic. Not necessarily.

The conversation ended after a few more minutes and I talked to the guy about his band. The first block of my impenetrable tower of game had just been laid.

I did several other sets that night. 18 was the final count. Mixed sets. Two sets. One set where I couldn't tell if the alpha of the group was male or female for the first 3 or 4 minutes (a guy it turns out.) I was so overwhelmed that first night. I couldn't think, let alone blog.

Then it was on to transitions.

Day by Day

I've had some time to think things through. The day by day hit and miss is a terrible way to go about this.

I could tell you about the first girl I approached when I walked into the coffee shop with Braeden.

Or the drunk girls Carey brought home.

Yes, that's a shake weight and yes we had a lot of fun forcing her to use it. Or I could tell you about the Israeli chick I met working at the mall.

Her name was Leerahn. Leerahn was hot and could hold her own in a conversation. She also did something weird to may arm with salt from the dead sea. It actually made it a different color. And no, I don't care to learn photo editing and probably never will.

I could tell you how annoyed Braeden was with all of my picture taking.

Or where the best place is in Austin to by a Hookah. It's over near Barton Springs mall BTW.

But the reality is that none of that matters. The things that mattered are what happened behind the scenes.

The first girl you saw above was to see how bad my approach anxiety was and how much I actually knew. Didn't do to terrible actually. It also wasn't that good as I found out that she lived with her programmer boyfriend and was an "aspiring" artist.

Or that the goal behind getting the girls home was to show me what girls are actually like when that little voice in their heads finally goes to sleep.

Or how my mission was to start a conversation with a girl who works at the mall and lead the conversation away from work and onto something fun. Not particularly difficult for a PUA, but a nightmare for most guys (if they could even get the courage to approach).

So what is important is what you can't actually see here. So I'll lay it all out for you.

(Comfort - Break Rapport) + Qualification + Sexual Escalation

That's how you get women into bed with you. You have probably done this to people without ever knowing it. Those people were also very likely into you. I'll elaborate tomorrow.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Game At It's Core

For those of you who hung in there, I needed a few days. There is no way to practice game at that pace and be able to blog at night. Suffice it to say, I've had a few days to think about things. I've read "The Game". I've been to Roissy's and Roosh's websites. I've been all over the manosphere to learn little thing about game.

This week has changed everything I've learned. Period.

This isn't something you can learn from the sidelines. It's not something that you can apply by simply reading an essay by an unknown blogger who tells you anecdotes. The only way to understand game is to see it work on a woman.

After a few days of digesting what I learned, I realize I have a long way to go. Probably a few months before I'm good enough to get laid at will. However, I have the road map laid out in front of me. It's not that hard actually. You get numb to the rejections. Women become just another pretty face on your path toward becoming a better person.

The hardest part for me is the reality that every guy won't be able to do this. They won't be able to find the strength to get off the couch or get away from World of Warcraft. They will continue to rot in a prison of self doubt. Eventually, they may find someone by accident or who just let her biological clock sneak up on her, but they will still be alone. That marriage will be fraught with difficulties because they don't realize what attracts women. And even if they do, they won't understand what it actually means. A lot of guys i've seen on the interwebs talk a good game in text. Good game isn't text, it's experience and failure. Kill the hordes of self doubt that your ego sends against you and climb up on top of the dead bodies. It's going to take a lot for some guys, and others will run instead of fighting. Not me, not anymore.

I'll tell you about the rest of the trip in the next couple of days.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

The House

Alright, I am terribly behind on my blog and insanely ahead with my game. So for this post, I'm going to focus on the residence and put up some pictures. Suffice it to say, this has been an adventure.

Welcome to your gaming abode. It's a nice living complex located on 4th street, right in the middle of downtown called the Railyard.

One of the first things they recommend, is you providing some booze for the already large selection so that you have something you like as well. Other than wine, on few occasions, I don't drink, so it's not that big of a deal to me. I did throw in some Patrone for the ladies though.

Here is the living room and the balcony. It's very spartan in here, and that's all by design. The only places to sit are the beds.

Here's the kitchen. It's got everything you need to fix a decent meal if you're on a diet like me. Again, function is the design of this place.

And finally the bedroom. There are other rooms in the place, but for the most part you get the idea. Everything is laid out so that you get the girl back to the bedroom as quickly as possible. That's the place. I'll post more on some of my instructors tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Need sleep - Day 2

I need tomorrow. It's 4:00 am and I don't have it in me.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Day 1 - Part 1 - We're not in Kansas anymore

Guys, I feel like my brain has been flushed out through my feet. I forgot my cell phone cable at the hotel, but I will either pick it up, or replace it for tomorrow. Either way, I'll show you pictures of the place and what we are doing. For now though, I'll just introduce you to some of the concepts they are beating into me and tell you how the day went overall.

Fear not, Pictures ARE coming! The cable just so happens to be the charger as well, so without it, I'm SOL.

I arrived at the apartment around 2:00 pm. I was welcomed by Echrio (japanese guy from SoCal), Braeden, and Justin. Enchiro is the other student who is staying here with me. Justin and Braeden are two of the instructors. We spent the first hour to hour and a half covering what my experience is, what my goals are and whatnot. They put it all together for me in a nice packet and then promptly sent me on my first approach. It went badly. I don't even remember her name at this point, but I do have a picture of her that I'll get up before we start again at 2 tomorrow afternoon. Braeden said he had to watch me approach one girl before he could figure out where to go from there.

She turned out to be an "aspiring" artist who lived with her programmer boyfriend. That means she killing time until her biological clock starts ticking. Nice girl overall, scared the crap out of me though.

Braeden decided that my strongest game would be indirect game. The best way to describe this is you are talking to a girl and suddenly she finds herself in your room and trying to figure out how she landed here.

To get me going, we started discussing the different types of openers: Functional < Compliment < Observational. You'll notice those are in ascending order. That's because the better the opener you choose, the easier the transition will be into a regular conversation.

We received lots of other tips, like never breaking eye contact down. That implies inferior status on a subconscious level. Another is that you have only two boring questions to move into a fun topic before the conversation will start feeling weird. Various things like this came up all throughout the day.

One of the crazier thoughts came from Braeden while we were walking. Have you ever wondered why women find men who are experienced with women attractive? How do they know? What triggers them knowing this stuff? It's in your voice. Men who have experience with women have a density to their communication. They convey a lot in any given sentence. Guys who are like me don't. Women pick up on it almost immediately.

We headed over to the local mall and proceeded to eat pizza and talk about video games, but that didn't last more than 20 minutes. We were back up and opening "sets". I opened roughly 5 girls in the mall.

The first was in a clothing store (Lizzy). I asked her if she could recommend some accessories for my sister that I could give her when I got back. I explained my sister likes big airy dresses with bright colors (usually orange, green, or red). She was actually very helpful. Biggest mistake I made was not introducing Braeden to her when he walked up. Kind of awkward, but he had all the angles covered.

The next girl was in a perfume store (Tina). I don't know why she was sooooooooooooo into perfume, but I couldn't get her to shut up. She pointed out that a lot of guys make the mistake of putting on cologne early and then late in the evening still think they smell good. She recommended you spray some on yourself and put it under a blow dryer for a few minutes to smell what it will smell like later. I ejected with passion.

The next girl was in an accessories shop for women. I had already had some practice with this, so I used the same line from earlier. She (Camile) turned out to be a sales person for dillards and had just gotten off work. She was getting her degree in business and was hoping to make her way up the ladder at her store.

That's not even the best part, but it's my first couple of hours in the field, I'll tell you about the rest tomorrow before we go out for round two. It's 4 and I'm about to fall asleep typing.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Eagle Has Landed....Or Taken Off

Just so everyone knows, this post is full of nothing but travel, but I told you that you would see everything I did. The trip has started and the camera is on.

Welcome to Jackson International Airport!!!

No, I'm not kidding. That's the whole thing. Behind me is an escalator leading up to this from the baggage claim. The one baggage claim. It's technically broken up into about 3 sections, but you can barely fit a bus full of people down there.

That's it, services about 4 planes at a time. Anyway, I jumped on that little commuter plane you guys are looking at and headed out. Here's a view from the inside.

You ever been scared for your life? Every ridden in a plane that you can hear the person talking to themselves in the bathroom? Welcome to my commute. I was sitting next to a guy who worked at a correctional facility (prison) in Las Vegas. He did not like having his picture taken by a complete stranger, so I don't have one to show you of him. That's probably for the best. Cool guy though. His cousin had just graduated and was getting into medical school. He was very proud of her.

This is me running with a camera in Dallas - Fort Worth Airport. I say running, because my little commuter plane took off 15 minutes late. Why? Good question. I don't have an answer for you, but it's a good question. God I must have looked like a tourist. Anyway, I had less than five minutes to make my other flight. I had all but abandoned my check in baggage at this point.

To cement my status as the ultimate white tourist with a southern accent in Dallas, I took several shot of how large this airport is from the tram. The prison guy from the other plane was still with me. He had already heard the spiel about the trip on the plane. The guy in front of me there asked me to stop taking pictures. He thought I was intentionally trying to be annoying. I very casually explained that I was heading to Austin to attend a private class on how to meet and pick up girls. About the time he was going to ask me all about it, I promptly ran off to try and make my flight. He actually said bye. Me and the correctional officer parted ways at this point as well. He was heading back home. We were both out of breath, but I think he understood that I was telling him to have a safe trip.

I have literally driven longer to work than it took to fly to Austin. That's ok, I met a few of the Longhorns baseball team on the flight. Nice guys I thought. After I actually got my bag (yes, they pulled it off somehow), I headed to the hotel, and here I am about to have a couple slices of this.
Definitely not primal. I definitely don't care at this point. It's late, and I need some food and some sleep. I move into the residence at 2:00 tomorrow. I'll take some pictures and post them for you guys as soon as I get in.