Field Report #5 FR+ 10s 10s 10s! An amazing night

Writing this field report restores my faith in humanity, my abilities with pickup, and my city's ability to provide hot girls to meet. As some of you know, my last night sarging was not very successful. In fact, it was downright disastrous. That night my frame sucked, my energy level and attitude sucked, I had a lousy time out and wasn't nearly up to my potential. Last night was definitely NOT a repeat of that time. Short of f-closing a hot girl, it was as far from that night as one can get. What an amazing evening. Here's the story...

It's Saturday late afternoon. I head into the city to go out shopping, intending to do a little browsing, talking up shop girls to get into state and then go sarging in Whole Foods before I hit the night club district. By the time I get downtown, it's around 4:30 pm and I'm hitting all the classy stores. I pick up some awesome deals at a high class merchant, run some game on the bored but totally hot 10 girl behind the counter for a while and score awesome deals on some new threads. She doesn't seem that interested in me because she keeps her face glued to her phone, so I roll off. I head to a nearby upscale consignment shop and hit some more awesome finds on clothes. From the moment I walk in the store, I own the place - everyone in there thinks I'm the king shit. The girls are not hot but it doesn't matter - I'm there to get into state and maybe find some good deals on clothes. I'm telling jokes to the shop girls and the other customers in the store and they're all loving it. I sweep up the place and the girl behind the counter is giving me free jewelry and shit and practically throwing her phone number at me. Awesome. First #close.

I walk downtown heading for a high-class men's clothes store I've heard about. It's a bit obscure so I'm having a hard time finding it. A total 10 girl is walking towards me, and with one smooth, perfectly timed, over-the-shoulder movement I ask her if she knows where "Wharf Street" is. She not only stops and turns to me, but she starts engaging me in convo. Turns out she has no idea where the street is but she pulls out an iPhone and uses the map feature to pinpoint the location. We draw close together so we can look at the screen, and I put my hand lightly on her back. I convince her I'm not going to be able to find it without her and her gagdet, because I'm not from the city (which is true). So just like that I get this absolutely beautiful woman to accompany me willingly to the very doorstep of the clothes store. I make her take my arm, run a bit more kino - she's laughing at my jokes and touching her hair and otherwise giving me major IOIs. We get there but now she's now feeling bad because she's late for meeting some friends for dinner. Before she puts her phone away I #close with her and she heads off and I go shopping. This was my first street pickup and it was a total 10 and a total success! And it's my second #close of the evening.

After a bit more shopping, I head out to the shopping mall, partly to browse for some new accessories/jewelry and also to get more in-state. I go to my favorite jewelry store and there is a different girl there than the time I went last, but she's just as hot. I get her to try on a bunch of jewelry on me. She's wearing a huge rock on her ring finger but I don't give a shit. I pick out like 7 things and I make her test fit every piece of jewelry on me - rings, necklaces, wrist bands - everything I can find that suits me and is guaranteed to get a lot of skin-to-skin contact. I'm making jokes and being playful and she's loving it. She has this crazy loud laugh, like a monkey in heat. I make her put a necklace on me that I bought at another store and she does it willingly. I thank her, kiss her hand which makes her gush with embarrassment, and then roll off.

After a little more shopping in the mall, I head to my favorite bookstore and start building some witty rapport with a hot but freakishly disabled employee with no hands (thalidomide baby). The whole time I'm talking I'm trying to imagine getting a hand job from a girl with stumps for hands. How exactly does that work? We talk for a while before she gets called away on her walkie-talkie. I transition to a hot geeky chick sitting on a stool reading in the business/marketing section. She's cute but I can't get her into a talkative mood, so I roll off. Unfortunately, there are not many hot girls in the store. Leaving the bookstore, I realize that it's like 9:30 and I decide it's too late to go to Whole Foods, or even to head home to shower, so I just head into the night club district. I'm wearing cool clothes, but in the car I change into one of my new shirts, add some of cool new jewelry/accessories and then move out.

First stop is my favorite pub. I order a beer and pick a section of bar to lean back and survey the situation. There are a few hot sets, but the place is still pretty empty and I still feel like I need to get into state because my energy level gets sapped whenever I enter a bar. I start a convo with a chumpy-looking guy around my age sitting in a stool beside me. I'm telling you that's the best fucking decision I've made all night. I'm dolled up in my leather, spike hair, earrings and tons of jewelry and he's like Mr. Conservative button down sales dude from out of town. But after a half hour of convo Mr. Conservative (John) totally becomes my wing, opening sets for me, buying rounds of drinks for me and the girls, and we're just out there totally in state having a great time. He's married, but he is a natural PUA. Talking with him about his game, I learn that he's never studied pickup but he just has natural talent and no fear and pretty good form when it comes to gaming girls. I don't let on that I'm studying pickup - I just watch this guy's style and start having fun.

We're standing in the one place where people can get drinks, and with the crowd now picking up, there is a constant stream of hot women. John leans over his shoulder and opens a four set of fucking 10 10 10s queuing up to order drinks we start talking - turns out they're all students at the university where I work (technically off limits for me for dates and f-closes) so we game them for a while and then roll off. It's OK - it was a warmup for me.

John is doing some AFC stuff like DLV'ing himself and buying girls rounds of drinks, but I'm just playing quiet because he's otherwise being such a cool guy. He tries to open a four-set coming up to get drinks - girls that were very hot but very young and their bitch shields were extremely high. His opener is sloppy and one of the girls shoots back "fuck you, dude." Now he sees it as a challenge and is loving it. I try to rescue the set by playfully negging one of her friends, but the set is lost. I was feeling like I could have opened these girls much more successfully on my own and probably at least #closed them, but I didn't really feel any attraction to them. Bitchy girls are a turn off for me, and for the most part these girls had B-I-T-C-H written all over them.

We go back to chode mode and John tells me we're getting interest from a group of four cougars on the other side of the room. I'm totally in state, getting into a zone where I'm not really thinking about what I'm doing, I'm just doing it. Now that I'm in GOD mode, fearless and willing to talk with anyone, I head over to go to run some game. Turns out they are not nearly so hot up close as they are across the room. I use a canned opener then run some situational stuff but they're not very bright - it was a birthday party for the youngest one who just turned 40, so they might have been drunk. Birthday girl was a total fatty... *eeech.* After a few playful negs I head back and rejoin John. Not worth #closing.

He suggests the earlier group of 10s might be ready for another drink, so I locate them and re-open the set. I lightly start some kino with the tall blonde leader of the pack just to get some practice. Even though they're off limits, I am able to bring them back to our section of the room, but I lose the set when the bartender won't fucking fill the orders on our end of the bar. They get impatient and leave, and say they're heading for another bar that is really popular with the fake-ID crowd. We're not interested, so we thank them and roll off.

I hit the men's room and on the way over I see a guy and a girl hugging in the vestibule, blocking the doors. I lightly pat the girl on her back and say something like "get a room, guys" and slide them over so I can walk by. Coming out of the toilet I find her WAITING for me, and she's a total 9 little hottie with a pouty little face, but she's soooo young she's probably got a fake ID. I run some situational material on her LED glowing necklace and get her to let me play with it. She's loving it. I tell her she needs to take it off because it's going to attract the "wrong" kind of attention from the creepers in the bar (which is actually true - there are some notorious weirdos in this place). While I'm telling her this, I'm playing with her necklace and openly feeling up this girl's tits right in front of her boyfriend, who's frozen out behind her. Out of the corner of my eye I can see he's getting totally irate and I roll off before the kid tweaks out and pulls a knife.

When I get back to our spot, John takes another shot at the toilet and I open set of total hotties 8, 8, 10 and I run some excellent game. They are just finishing their drinks and want to split to go to a different bar, so I roll off them and open an adjacent three set just for sport (w/ a 7 and two 9s). I use a canned opener just to break the ice, then I tried a false time constraint just to see how it works. I'm getting a vibe like I might lose this set because right after I open them up the phones come out. The FTC works, so switch to situational material and it goes great. My convo is fluid, I run some of my best material and really get my natural game down before I #close these girls for three more phone numbers. I bring John into the set after he comes back from the toilet. It's getting late and he wants to check out another place so we roll off and head for the front.

Before we even get out the door, John spies a two-set lurking in a dark corner. There's a 10++ doe-eyed hottie and her 8 friend sitting there, and he opens them up pretty smoothly while I square our tab on our last two beers. He brings me into the set and we're strong with these girls for an hour or so. He takes the 8 and I'm all over the 10 with negs, kino, push-pull, the whole thing and she's loving it. At first I touch her arm and she recoils, but then I get playful with her and she starts to really respond to my touch. I have my hands on her legs as she sits in a tall bar stool. I do ESP and magic tricks on her, using it as opportunities for reward and kino. Eventually I successfully use a canned line for a lead in to a kiss ("sssh. Do you want to kiss me? Her: "Uhh, yes") and then I k-close and #close easily the hottest girl I've ever been with in my life. She's 22, long dark hair and just jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Oh my gaaaawd! *bites fist*

John really wants to leave now, so we thank the girls and roll off. The hottie's phone number is burning a fucking hole in my pocket. We bounce to a lounge place where the crowd is not as heavy but John opens an adjacent three-set (two girls one guy) and one of the girls makes the unfortunate mistake of getting into a battle of the wits with me. She's a little drunk and I've only had a couple of beers, so she's in for a rough ride. I try to work the whole group but I get stuck with this chick with her boyfriend who is from Rome. She rounds on me, calling me an "asshole" and a "misogynist," and I have a blast shutting her down right in front of her Italian boyfriend, who has become more my new buddy than her boy toy. I think this dude would have dumped her and let me fuck him in the ass right on the bar if I wanted to. John games the hot single girl in the set. He gets her phone number and passes it off to me just as they flick on the lights.

After a monstrous piss, John and I bounce to the all-night pizza place and start gaming drunk chicks waiting in line for slices. Drunk girls are sooo easy to pick up. I open like 4 sets, but they're low quality. The girls can't focus or keep up a convo - they're too wasted. If I was alone I would have kept running game on the hot girls to see if I could have f-closed one of them, but John's getting worried that he hasn't heard from his other friend. A chumpy kid starts puking on the floor in the pizza shop and we bolt before it turns into a puke-fest, leaving our recently opened sets behind us. After exchanging numbers, I head for my car and John for his hotel. We're tired but jazzed, and I go home thinking I've rarely had a night out like this.

Total sets opened: I have no idea... so many I lost count
Total #closes: 6, not counting the girl who's number John got and passed off to me.
Total k-closes: 1 but man she was so fucking hot it was like kissing 5 more average girls

Lessons learned:

Tonight everything clicked. Figuring out what it takes to get in-state is THE most important thing you can do for your game. I did some shopping, was cocky-playful with the shop girls and that was like priming the pump. Going to the bar and meeting John was almost like the permission I needed to just let it roll. I ran perfect game last night, to the point where I was using all the things I've learned about approach, body language, kino escalation, etc. fluidly and without thinking about it. On top of it we had a great time and I'm sure the girls we hung out with had a great time too.

I'm so glad I stayed at the pub and didn't go over to the disco like I've done in the past. I've learned my lesson - stay away from places that just make me feel chumpy. The disco is so loud and so packed you literally can't move. There's no point in going there because from what I've found the pub was a much better place to pick up girls anyway. The only time I've had fun in the disco was bouncing a set there to do some dancing. And I'm only going back if I am bringing girls with me and I reserve a VIP sofa. If I bounce a set there I want to be sure I have a place to isolate and kino-escalate. I'm NOT going there to try to pick up women.

Honestly, I would have gone home happy after I successfully did my first street pickup with a 10, so everything else that happened felt like winning the lottery. Street pickup is extremely hard, especially at night on a poorly lit street. This girl was actually walking towards me and heading the opposite direction, which is actually a no-no in street pickup - objects in motion tend to stay in motion. It was just as natural as anything to stop, talk to her over my shoulder, and suddenly I've got this total HB on my arm walking down the street, her other hand on her iPhone as we follow the bouncing blue dot on the map and I'm running material on her mind and my hands on her hot little body.

In hind-sight, John and I should have bounced our last strong set to another location and continued to run game on them. I didn't realize how late it was so we wouldn't have had much time to go to another bar. A lot of people go to the pizza place or head over to a Denny's on the outskirts of town. I can't really afford to get a hotel room whenever I go out, so f-closing a girl on a cold approach is unlikely unless we go back to her place or if she's willing to drive the half hour outside the city to my apartment. With that said, it's not out of the question to see if we can get the girls to continue the party at their houses for the ones who live nearby.

There were a couple of spots in my game where there the conversation lulled, but having a great wing there to bounce off of was awesome for keeping the convo fun and fluid. John was the perfect wing - he was completely selfless, opening sets for me, closing out obstacles and being like everybody's best friend (he's a pretty well off sales exec). I know that every night out is not going to be like this. I am going to really need to work on my material to keep the routine stacking forward because unless I meet some cool guys to hang out with, I can't always rely on having a wingman there to help. Even being in great state, I probably wouldn't have been as successful if I was out alone.

The all-night pizza place seems like a great place to go meet the girls who have the stamina to drink until 1:00 am and *still* want to stay out and party after last call. In the future, I may have good luck picking up tipsy girls here for easy f-closes.