Field Report #6 FR+ It works! This stuff totally works!

The night in question: 13 March 2010

Last night was a great night. I was in my element, this time flying solo with no help from a wing. I opened sets fluidly, successfully kino escalated, handled shit tests, tried some NLP, I got some stripes as a wing for someone else, and just generally had a blast. And I got the hottest girl for myself.

The night started with some shopping as I have done successfully in the past. The consignment shops where I usually go didn't have much in the way of new finds, and I wasn't feeling the love from the shop girls and other shoppers like last week. One of the shop girls remembered me from the previous week. She was not a looker, but she said something like, "Hey I thought of you when this _______ came in." That totally blew me away. Even though it's been a while since I had my "transformation," I'm not used to being memorable.

It was still early (around 5:00) and I knew I was going to miss dinner at the uni cafeteria so I hit my favorite pub and waited on a seat at the bar to get a beer and some food. I try to open a couple of sets (without very good results) but I didn't have much of a warmup and I'm not feeling like I'm in the zone. While I was waiting, I chatted with a young guy at the bar who was there solo and we struck up a convo. Two stools open up on the other side of a two set including a very hot 9 girl and a guy, so I get him to move and take the seat next to me. While we were talking, the 9 girl's man leaves. She's early 30s and has beautiful long dark brown hair and a wide smile that lights up the room. I open her up and get her to move closer and take the empty stool between us. I do something a little bit devious. I kind of use my new friend (Lucas) to game the girl. I go to the bathroom and I tell him that our new friend (Amy) is giving him some IOIs (which she was). I'm like "Dude, she's into you - go for it."

When I come back, they are talking and Lucas is trying really hard to be a nice guy and win her heart. Without planning it, suddenly we're both gaming her but with a good-cop bad-cop routine, with him being good cop and me being the very very bad cop. I intentionally give her away to him so he will flub it up. I know this kind of violates the "bro's before ho's" motto. Lucas is nice kid and a good looking guy, but he's no PUA. I play the bad cop so well I actually piss her off so much she's calling me out for being an asshole. I deserved it - I was intentionally being an ass, like Tucker Max-level ass. She throws shit test after shit test and its like they just bounce off me. I don't even remember them anyone. I actually turn my back and open a set next to me on the other side and have a half hour conversation, totally freezing her out. I #close the two girls next to me and strike up a very useful networking convo with their guy friend who is in a similar job as me.

Lucas is trying, but he's a wet noodle. Despite a commendable effort with this girl, he loses his steam and chodes out. Even though Amy thinks I'm a total asshole, I re-open her and start running perfect game. After Lucas leaves, I come down off the total ass routine and let her see that I'm actually a nice guy. My PUA skills are really starting to show. I make up some finger length bullshit story that just gives me an opportunity to touch her hands. I successfully kino escalate, deflect shit tests, draw other single males and females into our set. Even while running game on this beautiful woman, I simultaneously open and # close adjacent hot girls in other sets and merge them into my set with this very beautiful girl. I number closed two other beautiful women while having my arm wrapped around a total 9, back anchored perfectly to the bar.

One of my favorite parts of the night is I start role playing with her with some of the new girls I merged into our set. One of the other girls asks us where we met, because we're so touchy with each other they just assume that we're a couple. I fire back with "We met on Match.com!" and the girls are all "That's so cool! I know so many people who got together on Match." Amy is absolutely horrified and starts slapping me on the chest, but eventually we build up this whole fictitious story about our non-existent Match.com courtship. It was hilarious.

I've been reading into NLP and in a stroke of inspiration I pull a perfect Ross Jeffries NLP condiment anchoring routine. I do the butterflies-in-the-stomach bit but unfortunately there are no condiments on the bar. I take off one of my rings (I wear a lot of jewelry when I go out - all cheap stuff) and I anchor with the ring instead of the condiments. She's so blown away she doesn't even know what to do. Aside from the whole anchoring bit, the ring is also a very powerful symbol. I know this girl is hooked.

At first she wouldn't even let me touch her arm but after a while she lets me start touching her all over. She's comfortable playing with my hands and she leaves my hands in her lap. When I pick up her hands, she squeezes them. Hands on the back, on her side, I held the back of her head underneath her hair like I was going to kiss her, but I didn't. She let me gently touch her face, hair, ears, neck eyelids with my thumbs. It was like a touch-seduction happening right in the middle of a crowded bar. It was perfect kino. We're sitting at the bar and I've got my hand around her, totally feeling up her hips and going a little bit onto her ass. She's got a lithe, thin body and great tits. I lean in and kiss close this very hot girl right there at the bar. Holy fuck!

After a little while longer, we go on an insta-date to a nearby restaurant with a wine bar. I'm totally horned for this girl, but at the wine bar she is starting to get a little spaced out and sloppy. We're kissing and touchy with each other but eventually she starts to space out and I know I've started to lose her. We can't find regular chairs so we have a little bit of wine at the bar before she starts to slide off the bar stool and I know this is going nowhere fast. As it turns out, one of her roommates is a sous chef at the restaurant. He comes out and the three of us start to walk. I sense an end to this particular episode and let the roommate walk her home. Having # and k-closed with this very cute girl, I feel good in my accomplishment and start looking for other targets.

I head over to a new club and start chatting with cheerleaders for a local AAA hockey team who were doing some kind of calendar signing fundraiser thing. I open three of them and start running some game. Even though I'm not interested in getting phone numbers, I have the social proof that I need because now I'm perceived as being best friends with a whole row of beautiful cheerleaders. They are very cute, and a total AFC guy comes up and starts to fumble on his words. I get to talking with him and it turns out he's an intel dude for the US Military in Kuwait! Awesome!

I take spy-man upstairs to the dance floor with his chumpy friends. His buddies go off and disappear, I'm like "dude - you're my hero. I'm going to be your wing man tonight. You point out the girl, any girl in this room, and I'll go introduce you to her." He picks a very pretty 9 girl standing on the edge of the dance floor with her friends. Without even thinking, I go and open the set and in one fluid motion I become the perfect wing. I build him up, bring him in, and then he disappears into the crowd on the dance floor with this beautiful girl! Any karma I spent throwing Lucas under the bus is more than made up when I hook up my new military buddy with a beautiful woman. Later, he reappears, bummed that some big black guy had stolen his girl. Turns out spy kid is out partying with his mother who's 45 and a bit of a cougar. He introduces me to his mom and she totally starts hitting on me, coming on strong. I am flattered and she's nice but I don't do older girls and deflect. Spy-guy is shipping out in a week's time, so I get his number and tell him to look me up when he comes back.

I open a bunch of other sets in this place but don't build enough attraction to #close any of them. I'm getting tired and since I got there it has gotten very crowded, to the point where you can't walk and that's never any fun. It's also getting late and the sets start to cool off so I head back to my car. But I drive home knowing that I had another great night and the best thing is that I did it without a wing - in fact I got to be an impromptu wing for someone else.

Sets opened - No idea. I'm not even counting anymore
# closes - going through my phone I think I got about 6-7 phone numbers, but 1 was a guy. I have numbers in my phone I don't even recognize
k-closes - 1 very very cute 9 girl with a lot of very intimate kino

Lessons learned:

Even though earlier I was thinking I might have a hard time getting into state, I didn't have any trouble. Going into the bar was not intimidating, in fact it was like going home. It was totally fluid. The whole night, I never once used canned material. I just did my thing. I did get a few blank stares from girls and had a couple of unsuccessful openers, but I had such a great time I don't even remember how I did it. The words were just flowing from my mouth I didn't even think about what I was saying. It was zen.

The good-cop bad-cop/Tucker Max asshole routine was perfect. In hindsight I feel bad because it was a little manipulative and there are so many ways it could have backfired, but in this instance it worked perfectly. Apparently it was very entertaining to watch too. The bartenders in the pub, who are usually pretty cool cats, were like "This is hilarious, we gotta watch this."

Last week I got a k-close after some awkward kino but most of the problem was a poor arrangement of stools. It's hard to kino over someone's knees. This week I had perfect form because I was in the middle of the bar, I was able to anchor perfectly against the bar and then work on Amy who was sitting on a stool next to me.

The biggest obstacle I had last night wasn't a person at all - it was alcohol. And not my alcohol, but Amy's. I'm not sure how many drinks this girl had - she only had one in my presence, but she could have been drinking all day for all I knew. She didn't strike me as the party girl type who was going to get totally hammered. If she wasn't completely loaded, I am very confident that I would have been able to at least get some heavy makeout if not a total f-close. If that one phone number doesn't turn into a Day 2 I'm going to be bummed, but at least I know there will be more girls in the future.