sageproduct
Banned
So day game is becoming more and more a part of my everyday lifestyle, to the point where my approaches mostly come from when I'm out doing my normal thing instead of going out specifically to sarge.
Did some approaches yesterday, which I'll skip over for brevity. They all had boyfriends.
I had told myself to go out and sarge at night instead of staying in and playing video games. Bought a 3 day CTA pass, looked up some PUA info on where to go in Chicago because I HAVEN'T GOT A CLUE about the nightlife here.
Right before I leave, I start getting those nervous feelings. "It would be so nice and easy to just stay in, get my free pizza from Papa John's, and watch Nikita." "C'mon who goes out alone on Friday night?" Blah blah self-doubt anxiety blah. Luckily I don't succumb and leave my place nice and early around 9:30.
NOTE: Should I mention the names of the venues I went to or leave them out? I kind of want to just so anyone else who's familiar with Chicago can get a better idea yet feel like I shouldn't for confidentiality.
ANYWAY, I start with this club that some PUA guy said was his favorite on a Friday night. I arrive at 10. It's closed. Doh.
Check my phone for address of the place that the guy said was his 2nd favorite on a Friday night. I walk there, am at the exact location of the address, but don't see it.
Then I spot this other club that seems pretty lively. There's a short line of some fwcking sexy chicks. I get in line behind them. Should have opened.
The bouncer takes my ID away. FWCK. I don't even care about getting in at this point, I can always go somewhere else, but I need my fwcking ID back. I can't get in trouble for this sh1t. He doesn't give it back to me. I around the corner, tell this other guy I need my ID back. He says it'll cost me $40. I pay up, he gets my ID and tells me not to come back.
Obviously I'm not feeling great. I'm in that state where if someone talked to me, they would instantly know something's up. I walk over to McDonald's, go to the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror. Holy sh1t, my eyes are red and it looks like I'm about to cry. Wtf lol. I wipe my eyes off, get my sh1t together.
There's a sexy girl at McDonald's, I approach. Rejection, but now my head's back on straight.
In the next hour, I check out about 4 venues of different kinds. Nothing happens, but sage has found himself some nice new date spots/places for outings.
Around 11:40 I'm at this piano bar. I hadn't been to one before, it was pretty fwcking cool. I chill and enjoy the pianoman for a few mins, and this 40-something year old man and I get to talking. Hispanic guy, later reveals he's well into his 50's. He eventually tells me "Look son, I can get a good read on you. You've got thick eyebrows, small eyes, BIG intelligence. But your ears are too small. You don't LISTEN enough."
Fwcking profound. I'd totally talk to this guy for a longer while, but I came out for a reason. I shake his hand, pat him on the back, and excuse myself.
Wandering around the joint, everyone's in groups. Hang around a bit, then spot two 20-something ladies chilling on the windowsill talking to each other. I approach.
Me: You guys look cool! I had to meet you.
I'm holding up both my hands to give each of them a high five. It's a little awkward, but instead of backing away I commit until they high five me.
I chat with both of them for a few minutes, not a very substantial conversation. I was pretty cool and comfortable though, nothing weird really. One on right is giving me decent eye contact, one on left eventually starts losing interest in talking to me seemingly.
The man I was talking to earlier comes over and starts talking to the one who's losing interest. FWCK YES WINGMAN! Turns out they're all really good friends lol. He joins in, we all share some laughs, he validates me and makes me look cool/socially intelligent.
Piano man starts playing again, I turn away from the chicks momentarily to observe. Then I notice the less interested girl was doing something else, so that means I get to only talk to the one who might like me. I reopen her.
After a bit:
Me: Alright, I have to be totally honest, the real reason why I came over here was cuz you (point at one on right) were really cute, and I wanted to meet you
Girls: Hahaha
Me (just to the one on right now): You and I should hang out sometime. Like a date.
Right: I don't give out my number to strangers though!
Me: Ok fine. How about this. Uh...
Right: I'll take your number!
Me: Do you have Facebook?
Right: Why don't you give me your number?
Me: No. Because then, tomorrow you're going to think back and say, 'Man this asian guy I met last night was pretty cool. But I can't text him because I'm a lady and I'm not going to text a guy first!'
They laugh at this.
Left: Oh, she's the kind of girl who WILL text you.
Right: Yeah I will!
Me: Let's do this. (pull out phone) You can leave me your Facebook, then we'll talk through there.
Right: Do you really think I'm going to give you my first and last name if I won't even give you my number?
Me: Some people would, ya.
Right: Let me take your number.
Me: No
Right: Then what do you want??!
Eventually I give her my number.
Uhhhhhh. That's not a number close, that's a rejection.
No matter. It's 12 now, so I head to McDonald's and take my 20 minute nap to stay in line with my polyphasic sleep schedule.
Cutie texting by herself at McDonald's, I approach.
Me: You're absolutely adorable. I had to meet you.
We talk. She's not really interested. Her friends are calling her over. They seem to like me though, because they're nice to me and say "I'm REALLY SORRY for stealing her away from you. You can totally come with us though!!"
I can't, I have to take my nap. No loss though. The girl wasn't interested, and no matter how much value you seem to hold in a group of girls's eyes, it's only a matter of time before they get tired of you and move on.
After my nap, I walk a few blocks to another club that the PUA guy had recommended. No cover, get in right away, and it's SOLID. Good amount of people there, good crowd, plenty of chicks.
It takes me a while to warm up, but eventually I start opening. As the night goes on, I gain momentum and start approaching more and more as I defeat my AA more and more.
It's hard getting chicks who are in groups at a club. Conventional PUA wisdom is you open the group, not the girl. Fwcking hard to do when you can barely hear well enough to hear someone in a 1 on 1 conversation, let alone a whole group.
I'm getting better at this bit by bit. There were a few different interesting things, but I don't feel like going into them and this FR is long as fwck already.
Basically, every approach was like this - I'd go up to the girl, put my arms around her right away, turn her so we're face to face, then tell her that she's absolutely adorable, and I had to meet her. Out of 20, 30 approaches, only two, MAYBE THREE girls blew me out immediately.
Soooooo many girls had boyfriends ughhhhh. Or were from out of town. The ones who were the most receptive always did. Overall, I just tried to work kino by holding their hands, placing their arms on me if I could get away with it, brushing their hair if they let me, kissing them on the cheek, etc. I kissed several girls on the cheek, but every time when I followed up with "ok now on the lips" they would laugh and resist.
None of my interactions were very long. They'd either lose interest or get pulled away by their friends. I was very reliant on playful stuff like "Holy sh1t you're awesome let's get married." or "Wow you're so cute, you're gonna be my girlfriend for the next 5 minutes".
Sage went home alone empty-handed in the tangible sense, but he had gained much knowledge, both experience and practical logistical knowledge of his own backyard.
One girl turned out to be a lesbian with her girlfriend there. After approaching, I later caught them gently making out in the corner.
Another girl, the MOST receptive girl all night, holy sh1t...She was a third year medical student at a top ten medical school. Much respect, that's a fwcking difficult position to attain. Gorgeous with a cool, aloof kind of personality, and really sweet. She was the kind of girl who would kind of look down and be flattered in that shy way when I compliment her, ahhhh I love that sh1t. She was from out of town, with her friends for the weekend. I told her that I was going shopping tomorrow, and that she should come hang out with me and grab a cup of coffee when I was done. She said she was with people who she couldn't ditch though. Bummer. I knew there was no way I could pull her. Hugged many times, kissed her on the cheeks several times, tried to kiss her on the lips lol she didn't let me.
Back when I first started pickup, after lengthy strings of rejections occasionally I would get p1ssy and lament how I'm not a great-looking guy, and oh how easy is it for all those handsome naturals when they don't even try, while I'm over busting my @$$ getting nothing. I've finally cut that sh1t out though. I'm not fwcking going to let myself blame my looks for my failure, because I can't control them. If I'm blaming anything, it's my own GAME. I control my game. I work at my game, I improve my own game. The limitations of my game are my own limitations. Kill the resentment for the ones who won the lottery, I live in my own world, and my own reality.
Did some approaches yesterday, which I'll skip over for brevity. They all had boyfriends.
I had told myself to go out and sarge at night instead of staying in and playing video games. Bought a 3 day CTA pass, looked up some PUA info on where to go in Chicago because I HAVEN'T GOT A CLUE about the nightlife here.
Right before I leave, I start getting those nervous feelings. "It would be so nice and easy to just stay in, get my free pizza from Papa John's, and watch Nikita." "C'mon who goes out alone on Friday night?" Blah blah self-doubt anxiety blah. Luckily I don't succumb and leave my place nice and early around 9:30.
NOTE: Should I mention the names of the venues I went to or leave them out? I kind of want to just so anyone else who's familiar with Chicago can get a better idea yet feel like I shouldn't for confidentiality.
ANYWAY, I start with this club that some PUA guy said was his favorite on a Friday night. I arrive at 10. It's closed. Doh.
Check my phone for address of the place that the guy said was his 2nd favorite on a Friday night. I walk there, am at the exact location of the address, but don't see it.
Then I spot this other club that seems pretty lively. There's a short line of some fwcking sexy chicks. I get in line behind them. Should have opened.
The bouncer takes my ID away. FWCK. I don't even care about getting in at this point, I can always go somewhere else, but I need my fwcking ID back. I can't get in trouble for this sh1t. He doesn't give it back to me. I around the corner, tell this other guy I need my ID back. He says it'll cost me $40. I pay up, he gets my ID and tells me not to come back.
Obviously I'm not feeling great. I'm in that state where if someone talked to me, they would instantly know something's up. I walk over to McDonald's, go to the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror. Holy sh1t, my eyes are red and it looks like I'm about to cry. Wtf lol. I wipe my eyes off, get my sh1t together.
There's a sexy girl at McDonald's, I approach. Rejection, but now my head's back on straight.
In the next hour, I check out about 4 venues of different kinds. Nothing happens, but sage has found himself some nice new date spots/places for outings.
Around 11:40 I'm at this piano bar. I hadn't been to one before, it was pretty fwcking cool. I chill and enjoy the pianoman for a few mins, and this 40-something year old man and I get to talking. Hispanic guy, later reveals he's well into his 50's. He eventually tells me "Look son, I can get a good read on you. You've got thick eyebrows, small eyes, BIG intelligence. But your ears are too small. You don't LISTEN enough."
Fwcking profound. I'd totally talk to this guy for a longer while, but I came out for a reason. I shake his hand, pat him on the back, and excuse myself.
Wandering around the joint, everyone's in groups. Hang around a bit, then spot two 20-something ladies chilling on the windowsill talking to each other. I approach.
Me: You guys look cool! I had to meet you.
I'm holding up both my hands to give each of them a high five. It's a little awkward, but instead of backing away I commit until they high five me.
I chat with both of them for a few minutes, not a very substantial conversation. I was pretty cool and comfortable though, nothing weird really. One on right is giving me decent eye contact, one on left eventually starts losing interest in talking to me seemingly.
The man I was talking to earlier comes over and starts talking to the one who's losing interest. FWCK YES WINGMAN! Turns out they're all really good friends lol. He joins in, we all share some laughs, he validates me and makes me look cool/socially intelligent.
Piano man starts playing again, I turn away from the chicks momentarily to observe. Then I notice the less interested girl was doing something else, so that means I get to only talk to the one who might like me. I reopen her.
After a bit:
Me: Alright, I have to be totally honest, the real reason why I came over here was cuz you (point at one on right) were really cute, and I wanted to meet you
Girls: Hahaha
Me (just to the one on right now): You and I should hang out sometime. Like a date.
Right: I don't give out my number to strangers though!
Me: Ok fine. How about this. Uh...
Right: I'll take your number!
Me: Do you have Facebook?
Right: Why don't you give me your number?
Me: No. Because then, tomorrow you're going to think back and say, 'Man this asian guy I met last night was pretty cool. But I can't text him because I'm a lady and I'm not going to text a guy first!'
They laugh at this.
Left: Oh, she's the kind of girl who WILL text you.
Right: Yeah I will!
Me: Let's do this. (pull out phone) You can leave me your Facebook, then we'll talk through there.
Right: Do you really think I'm going to give you my first and last name if I won't even give you my number?
Me: Some people would, ya.
Right: Let me take your number.
Me: No
Right: Then what do you want??!
Eventually I give her my number.
Uhhhhhh. That's not a number close, that's a rejection.
No matter. It's 12 now, so I head to McDonald's and take my 20 minute nap to stay in line with my polyphasic sleep schedule.
Cutie texting by herself at McDonald's, I approach.
Me: You're absolutely adorable. I had to meet you.
We talk. She's not really interested. Her friends are calling her over. They seem to like me though, because they're nice to me and say "I'm REALLY SORRY for stealing her away from you. You can totally come with us though!!"
I can't, I have to take my nap. No loss though. The girl wasn't interested, and no matter how much value you seem to hold in a group of girls's eyes, it's only a matter of time before they get tired of you and move on.
After my nap, I walk a few blocks to another club that the PUA guy had recommended. No cover, get in right away, and it's SOLID. Good amount of people there, good crowd, plenty of chicks.
It takes me a while to warm up, but eventually I start opening. As the night goes on, I gain momentum and start approaching more and more as I defeat my AA more and more.
It's hard getting chicks who are in groups at a club. Conventional PUA wisdom is you open the group, not the girl. Fwcking hard to do when you can barely hear well enough to hear someone in a 1 on 1 conversation, let alone a whole group.
I'm getting better at this bit by bit. There were a few different interesting things, but I don't feel like going into them and this FR is long as fwck already.
Basically, every approach was like this - I'd go up to the girl, put my arms around her right away, turn her so we're face to face, then tell her that she's absolutely adorable, and I had to meet her. Out of 20, 30 approaches, only two, MAYBE THREE girls blew me out immediately.
Soooooo many girls had boyfriends ughhhhh. Or were from out of town. The ones who were the most receptive always did. Overall, I just tried to work kino by holding their hands, placing their arms on me if I could get away with it, brushing their hair if they let me, kissing them on the cheek, etc. I kissed several girls on the cheek, but every time when I followed up with "ok now on the lips" they would laugh and resist.
None of my interactions were very long. They'd either lose interest or get pulled away by their friends. I was very reliant on playful stuff like "Holy sh1t you're awesome let's get married." or "Wow you're so cute, you're gonna be my girlfriend for the next 5 minutes".
Sage went home alone empty-handed in the tangible sense, but he had gained much knowledge, both experience and practical logistical knowledge of his own backyard.
One girl turned out to be a lesbian with her girlfriend there. After approaching, I later caught them gently making out in the corner.
Another girl, the MOST receptive girl all night, holy sh1t...She was a third year medical student at a top ten medical school. Much respect, that's a fwcking difficult position to attain. Gorgeous with a cool, aloof kind of personality, and really sweet. She was the kind of girl who would kind of look down and be flattered in that shy way when I compliment her, ahhhh I love that sh1t. She was from out of town, with her friends for the weekend. I told her that I was going shopping tomorrow, and that she should come hang out with me and grab a cup of coffee when I was done. She said she was with people who she couldn't ditch though. Bummer. I knew there was no way I could pull her. Hugged many times, kissed her on the cheeks several times, tried to kiss her on the lips lol she didn't let me.
Back when I first started pickup, after lengthy strings of rejections occasionally I would get p1ssy and lament how I'm not a great-looking guy, and oh how easy is it for all those handsome naturals when they don't even try, while I'm over busting my @$$ getting nothing. I've finally cut that sh1t out though. I'm not fwcking going to let myself blame my looks for my failure, because I can't control them. If I'm blaming anything, it's my own GAME. I control my game. I work at my game, I improve my own game. The limitations of my game are my own limitations. Kill the resentment for the ones who won the lottery, I live in my own world, and my own reality.