Tale of Adventure: Kevin Bacon Rocks The Marina

Kevin Bacon - That's me.
At least, that's what I was told tonight. It was some guy on the sidewalk selling flowers to feed his family. I gave him a dollar for his flattery. Hey, he knows how to make a man feel good. I'm so in love with my new haircut. Thank you Zip Zap.

Well, another phenomenal night.

I may have messed up my best set of the night.  Or, it may have been a blessing.  Not sure exactly how or when I fucked it up, but it felt good for what it was. She was an LA girl, and honestly, I didn't like her too much as a person. She had a very negative vibe and kept telling me how she hates San Francisco. But, she was damn sexy, and the sexual tension was sure there. Tall skinny Asian girl.

This was the amazing part. Her friends had "girl conference" at the end of the night. And I overheard her friends saying "You wanna hook up with this guy? It's ok. You should do it."

Return Of The Vikings

Actually, this has nothing to do with Vikings or anything like that. I just felt like being dramatic.

But, I do have a story to tell, so read on.

I went out tonight. Yes, it's true. And, I didn't really feel like writing a field report. Funny thing is, field reports used to be like my wingman, they helped me stay motivated and stay on things. (I totally recommend keeping some kind of journal for yourself if you're not already.)

But, recently, I've been doing my solo mission to really master the art of owning a social scene, completely alone. Walk in with nothing - leave with friends, lovers, and memories that will last a lifetime.

And, as I've gotten even more comfortable going out alone, the field reports seem to be less important. But, then I took it back to why I really do it. To learn and grow.

I learned a lot tonight and that's the best part. So, I wanna break it down and look at it again.

Avoiding Questions and Changing the Subject

What?
You want me to write what?
Anyway, the other day I was riding my bike across San Francisco. You ever notice how the sun just shines so perfectly through the clouds? Just touching the biggest buildings....

Huh?

Oh yeah... ok fine. I'll answer your question.

Changing the subject and avoiding questions. One of the most fun and enjoyable activities (and oh so sneaky...) The master of conversation will no doubt use this skill quite frequently. And as a man, it's your job to direct a conversation. You decide where that river flows, so you're going to have to know how to change it's direction. We're talking about Jedi convo-skills here.

Of course, there's an infinite number of ways to change the subject. Jumping in front of a bus and getting squashed to a pulp would be one way. Or, the old fake injury might get the same results with a little less pain. Faking insanity might work too: "Mommy!!! Why Didn't You Love Me?!!!"

Let's take a look at one particular method which, when executed correctly, will never fail to bring a smile to your face and your inquisitor's. I'm talking about Banter! If you haven't checked it out already, the basics of banter are covered on the Playful Banter CD in PickUp 101's Surefire Attraction Secrets So, assuming you have the foundations down, we'll proceed.

Here's rule one:

10 Days In Australia

[Update: The video is no longer available.  Read the report here, and use your imagination]

I wanted to write a long story of every cool adventure that happened while we were in Australia. Niels and I did a tour o Melbourne, Brisbane, and Sydney, dropping PU101 gems on the local ladies men. There were many adventures, and probably a lot to write about. But, as I sit in the Super Shuttle now heading back in to SF, the whole trip seems like a blur. This is what I remember…

We were hitting on girls every single day that we were there. Even an hour before I had to catch my flight, we were still running around the streets of Sydney making girls giggle and smile. It was simply too much fun.

So, the obvious question is this: how are the women in Australia? Phenomenal.
Melbourne is the place to go for a true abundance of hot women. One girl I worked my magic on said that the ratio was 5 women for every guy. And, I tend to believe it. Everyone is super friendly on top of that. There were perhaps the few exceptions of snooty girls. Those ones seemed to go everywhere dressed in what looked like a gown from my 1996 high school reunion. No joke. But, even they were cool once they opened up.

New Turntables!

The New Turntables arrived today for our house! It's way exciting. Already, I've been matching beats and it turns out I'm pretty good. It took a little getting used to, and I know that I'll only get better.

Look mom, I'm gonna be a DJ!

What a fantastic day! Radio and Records. We're taking it back to the old school.

Video Killed The Radio Star

... But, perhaps not. In this case, video brought out the radio star. From CNBC, to KYGT - "The Goat". I'm gonsta bees on da Ray-De-Oh!!!!! Colorado, so everyone out in Denver area tune in.

I'm supposed to get the mp3, so don't worry, I'll put it up here and share it too.

Truth be told... I was nervous as hell. Craig called me and said, "hey, there's a radio interview today, wanna do it?" And, I said "uhh.... uh.... uh....." and then he said "it's an hour long." And I said "duhh..... uh... uh...." and then in the end, I knew that I had to do it. It's just the next step for me. 6 months from now, this will seem like nothing all over again.

There's something cool about agreeing to do something that you've never done before and don't feel comfortable doing. You can't fucking back out, so you better be on point.

I'm so glad I bought that Eminem 12" Lose Yourself.
"You only get one shot...
Success is your only motherfuckin' option,
Failure's not!"

In the end it was a really fun experience. I love talking about chicks.

Solo Mission: Three for Thursday

Thursday night, I went out to my secret spot. Great crowd, fun times. I only opened three sets. One was a guy and that hardly even counts. One was a waitress, but at least she was cute. One was a tall skinny gorgeous brazillian girl. That counts. I was tired and went home after that.

I've decided though, my original goal was to talk to 100 women on solo nights. Then, I changed it to 10 nights. But, now I'm going back to the original, and gonna say 10 sets per night for 6 more nights. I've gotta quit settling for the easy sets, and talk to more people.

So, that's the update. I'm going to Australia on Monday, so probably not gonna get more than one night in before then.

15 Minutes of Fame

Yours truely,

Lovable Lover, Daniel Johnson, was on the Tee Vee yesterday. 

[And, unfortunately, CNBC has taken it down.]

G.O.t.Month: When She Walks Into Your Life

Yes,
The Girl of the Month. This is what it's about. Girl of the Day doesn't mean much because many days go by in my life with no girls who amaze me.

Today started as an average day. Not, that I wasn't amazed, but it was the usual women around town.

Then, I was going down the escalator when I first saw her. She looked cute, but I from escalator to escalator, I didn't get a good view.

Then, she comes down to the same floor as me and I see her again. We cross paths.
And then it hits me. This girl is fucking gorgeous. Unbelievable. I quickly scan the archived memories of my brain and realize this must be the hottest woman I've seen in probably the last 4 months? maybe 6 months?

Probably about 5'10" Full luscious breasts (but not fake). Devine cheekbones. Flat stomach. Bright eyes. Tight jeans. Just an amazing body, and pure natural beauty. A powerful woman.

I know that I have to approach her. It's not even a question of hitting on her, it's more like if I saw the most amazing rose, I'd have to stop and smell it.

I walk up and stop her. And, with no holding back I let her know exactly how I felt. That she was unbelievably beautiful. She was super flattered. Funny, that when I got closer, I did see some flaws. Indeed she wasn't perfect, but thank god. If she'd been perfect I might have passed out or something. And she had the warmest smile that I could tell she was a real down to earth person.

I asked her what her story was... married? 6 boyfriends? what?

She said that she had a boyfriend she's known for 9 years. I congratulated her.

Soon after, she went on her way.

Mmmmmm.... so fucking beautiful. Makes me smile.

New Haircut

NEW HAIR!

That's right, I've gone corporate. The hair is gone. May it rest in peace. And, may the unfolding of a new era begin.

I originally decided to grow my hair long "because I could" and it seemed like a fun idea. Now short hair sounds fun too. My hairdresser gets an evil pleasure out of cutting guys long hair off, so at least I made her happy.

I went to Zip Zap Hair, after I was looking on Yelp and saw that my friend Jeffy from RSD recomended it. Gotta say, I was pleased. Very cool spot. Only thing was that my hair lady (Bethany) was like over a half hour late when she finished with me, 'cause we were talking about chicks.

Tale of Good Luck: God Sends Me a Girl

There's a concept I think about a lot. It's called "being hungry." If you're hungry, you're gonna get off your ass and go hunt some food.

It's one of the most amazing forces in the universe because it can overpower any emotion like fear, worry, even pain. The question is how hungry are you?

But, I'll stay on topic here.

Today I was starting to feel the hunger. I haven't even gone a week without a woman, but there was no telling how long it would last.

I even reached a point today, while at home, dreaming, where I thought about an ex-girlfriend of mine and how sexy she would be right about now. I ALMOST picked up the phone and called her. I almost cancelled my plans to go out at night just to call her up and spend a nice Sunday evening cuddling.

But, I didn't do that.

And, I almost cancelled my plans just to stay home and get work done and get a good night sleep. But, I didn't do that either. I was hungry, and I wanted to stay hungry. I love being out, hitting on girls. I just love it. And, I wasn't going to get thrown off the path.

I got dressed up again (same as last night). My white H&M shirt and my black woven fedora. God, I love that shirt and that hat. Oh yeah, and my crazy cool black boot shoes. I was feeling good.

Walking to the bar, I was nervous again. Not only was I going out alone, I was going to a completely new venue. This is it, the ultimate test. I do this, and you can put me in any city anywhere in the world and I'll be right at home. A great mission.

As I was walking down the street, I kept getting compliments on my hat. I always do. My friends on the street asking for change always call it out. One guy even decided to walk with me for a block. He complimented the hat, and then looked down and saw the shoes and then he said he liked the whole look. Then, he looked at me and said "ohhhh... you got game! You're a player aren't you!" I just smiled.

He got excited and then took a penny out of his cup and gave it to me. He said that it was good luck for both of us, as long as I didn't spend it. He said "take it home and lose it and it's good luck for both of us." He didn't even ask for money from me, he just went on his way. Cool.

So, I got to the bar feeling good, and then like a total dork, I got lost inside the building trying to find the actual bar part. Cool. It's for real. I just had to laugh.

Inside the door, I start talking to girls. My first set is two Korean girls. They open up and seem cool, but nothing ever gets going. I don't know why it is, but I haven't done very well with Korean girls for over a year now. Perhaps they can sense that I get too excited. From now on, I think I'm not going to tell them that I've been to Korea. They can find out after they've known me for at least a couple hours. I think it only holds me back. Treat them like normal girls.

Anyway, next set was really cool, and it was the reason that I go out. This is the missing link. The missing puzzle piece. It was two girls who were just plain cool! They weren't hot, they were just fun.

We all started checking out chicks together and then I went and hit on the hot girls, with them as my cheerleaders. This is the shit that makes it all work. Instantly I had two super cool wingmen... that weren't even men, and I didn't even know who they were. That's what I'm talking about. In fact, I think I diagnosed a sticking point today along these lines. I've been falling into that age old trap of chasing only the hot girls. Gotta use all the pieces on the board.

These girls were cool, but eventually I got deep into another set and lost track of them. Hope they had a good night. Hope I see them again someday to give them both big hugs.

The next girl was one who I actually met last weekend. (wow, weeks seem like such a long time these days). I thought that she was really drunk last weekend, but now I think maybe she's just like that. She's a cute little asian girl who just flirts hardcore non-stop with every guy in the bar.

Needless to say, she flirted hardcore with me. I just kept pushing her away, not about to take her seriously until she gave me a reason to. Her guy friend was super cool though. He was a lawyer and told me his break down of the game. This guy was a natural for sure, and I got his email for later contact. (This is also why I go out. Things are coming together here)

Quick interlude: Tall lawyer dude's game -
First off, I think he'd do a little better to give people more space when talking. His face was often way close to mine and honestly, I didn't like it. His kino was on point. he was even constantly touching me on the shoulder completely unconciously. He was also a conversationalist, because he kept me entertained with stories and didn't seem like he'd be shutting up anytime soon. (and that's coming from someone who also likes to talk).

This is how he breaks down the game (all very solid):
"All through high school. All through College. I wasn't getting anything. It wasn't until I graduated law school, and just stopped giving a fuck. That's the secret man! All you gotta do is not give a fuck and you'll get laid so easy. Just be fun and witty and a nice guy and don't give a fuck."

Good summary. Then, he told me about small town America girls and how easy they are. He said they'll fall for any guy who's ever read a whole book. He recomends Fresno and Modesto. Hmmm.... I guess if you can stand the excrutiating pain of strip malls and boredom. (no disrespect to any Fresno/Modesto compadres out there)

Anyway, I forgot the biggest part of the story. Silly me, leaving out details.

This is where it really gets erie. The ex-girlfriend who I mentioned at the beginning... the girl I was thinking about calling. She walked into the bar. I hadn't seen her in probably 4 months, and now I think about fucking her and she appears. Magical, I tell you. This game is simply magical.

I'm talking about step one of the player's 12 steps. I'm fully admiting that there is a higher power at play here. Just try to say that isn't a weird cosmic joke. C'mon.

I give her a hug and say hi. And, then I keep hitting on girls.

Eventually, the super-flirty girl gets kinda pissed that I've been ignoring her. And, for a second she seems to really be interested in me. So, I invite her out for a date. She jumps on it and we swap numbers. I'm not holding my breath, but it would be nice if it works.

Then, I see Christophe of RSD. Now, I'm clearly not alone anymore. My ex-girlfriend and a fellow pickup artist. What's the deal, anyway. I'm just a guy trying to get a break in the big city.

No biggie. I say what's up to him and his cutie. Cool cat.

Then, I look around and see more hot girls, and I look at my ex. And, well, I say "fuck it. This must have come together for a reason. Don't be an idiot, Daniel."

I grab my ex, take her home and fuck her silly. Then, she gets dressed and goes home. She's such a great girl.

I missed the end of a really cool party, but I think God planned it that way. Leaving early only left me wanting more. And, next time it will be sooo on!

Re: Whether to Drink, and What is cool?

Someone recently asked:
"How do you avoid playing drinking games or drinking in general in a playful way without killing the party vibe and still be seen as cool?
I also need some advice about how you guys would handle these types of situations, especially when the girls are trying to get you to drink and tell you about your sexual experiences. "

And, here's my reply:

Here is the truth of the matter...

People Drink to get something out of it. Drinking is not the goal in itself!

People drink to escape, or to have fun, or let loose, or be more confident, or to be more social, or to have an excuse to act stupid. That is what people want!

Think about it for a little bit, because when you understand that, you realize that this question is really irrelevant. Drink or not drink? It doesn't matter. The question is, why are people drinking, and how can you get there - alcohol is only one path. Often, a path for the unimaginative.

There are many ways to escape, have fun, let loose, be more social, etc...

If we take the specific example of your party. The girls clearly wanted you to let loose, have fun, and say something stupid and embarrasing. And they wanted to do the same. That's the point - not the drinking. Doing stupid stuff brings people closer together. And there are many ways for you to get to that destination.


So, I'm going to take a detour for a second and tell a little story.

I was just watching , Uta Hagen's Acting Class video series. (A very cool video by the way). One thing that she mentions is one mistake that many bad actors make. They are on stage doing an activity and they put too much importance on the activity, and not enough on the interaction of the characters.

Let's say the set is a kitchen with two actors fighting about money. While they fight, they wont be standing still. (No one ever just stands still.) But, instead they will be doing something like putting dishes away, or munching on an apple or fiddling with the tablecloth, or something.

And Actors make two mistakes. They either do nothing, and just look like robots delivering lines. Or they get too involved in the activity, so that washing dishes is more important than the fight about money.

Uta's suggestion is that you walk around a kitchen doing things, but none of it is important. You might pick up a dish and start to put it away and then start fighting and forget about it and put it down again. Or you might fold the table cloth 10 times.

Why? Because the activity isn't important. What's important is the interaction between the characters. And that's what I'm getting at here.

Why am I going off on such a tangent? Because this goes way beyond just drinking.

You know that you are creating amazing interactions when the activities fade away into the background. You know that you are really engaging someone when nothing else in the environment matters. THIS is what people want. They want to be swept away by another human being in a real human moment!

Imagine a conversation so good that she doesn't even remember that she's holding her drink. Imagine sitting down for dinner and two hours later, you realize that you still haven't touched your food. Imagine walking down the sidewalk and forgeting where you're going because you were so immersed in the experience.

Apply this to drinking or anything else. Imagine playing your drinking game and you pick up the glass to drink and then start telling a story, and everyone laughs and they are so swept away that everyone forgets you were going to drink. You can literally do this for hours. People don't care if you are drinking. The want to have fun, and be swept away.

Perhaps it is a girl waiting for a bus on the sidewalk. Her bus comes and you say "You should get on the bus. Actually, it reminds me of this time..." and you start into a story and she's engaged and all of a sudden her bus pulls away and she says "oh well, I'll catch the next one."

That is the power of charisma. You can literally get away with anything.


Here's another tip. The most confident people define what's cool. Nobody really knows what "cool" is. It's either what we decide it is, or what someone else decides it is. There's no objective "cool".

And, the younger someone is, the more easily influenced they are about what is "cool." A great example of this is the episode of South Park with Paris Hilton




Actually, watch that video ten times and then everytime your friends ask you to play drinking games, just think of Stupid Spoiled Whores and laugh. You decide what's cool. Make it up. It's your reality.

Best luck and drink or no drink... have fun.

-Daniel

Outing Report: Bar Hopping

That went well.

I went out and went bar hopping (again, all by myself). Again, I started the night in my head, not feeling so social.

I was thinking about my ex-girlfriend today and looking at pictures and cried for a little bit. It made me feel good.

But, anyway. I went out and started walking around just not feeling it. It was rough, and I was afraid that it'd be another night struggling to build momentum.

Finally, I got my ass inside a bar and boom, opened a set right away. A 32 year old hottie, and doncha know it, just didn't get the vibe from her. I don't know what she was thinking. This girl should've been all over me, but oh well.

I met a blond girl and she seemed into me. It was a good vibe, and her friends liked me too. But, the only girl in the group that I liked was there with her boyfriend. (ha ha... dork got dragged along for ladies night out.) But, I really have to start liking white girls. This blond was cute, but I just honestly felt nothing. Maybe I need to go live in Sweden for a little while. I think that'd do me some good.

But, I'm wandering off topic. The point is that I was doing fine, talking to girls and having fun. It wasn't so rough and bumpy like before. I hardly felt like I was alone.

In fact, I ran into a friend at the bar, so I decided to leave soon after. No friends allowed on this adventure.

Walking from bar to bar was when I realized how alone I was. Back to ground zero. A new bar and starting all over again.

This bar, I talked to a group of 4 girls and 1 guy. The girls opened up well, but half the group couldn't hear me. Then, one more guy came out of nowhere and stole my hat. Guess he felt threatened. I tried to teach one girl the explosion handshake and she just kept whining "I don't knoooow what you're doooooing..." It was the weirdest thing ever. A girl with no imagination or fun... she couldn't even figure out how to do a silly handshake. Then the other guy in the group kept asking me with super seriousness "are you a promoter for the bar?" Over and over, he kept asking me. Like I was at the wax museum and the guy had an electronic voice box in him.

The vibe got so weird that the one girl who I liked,and seemed to somewhat dig me, eventually just got turned off by the whole event. I graciously exited.

On my way out of the bar, I met another two set. Two girls from an international space convention - now that's fucking cool. One girl from DC, one girl from Canada, and they were out with a dozen other friends from Europe, Canada, etc.

These girls didn't really do it for me, but they were friendly and I had a good time talking with them. That's what it's all about. Good times.

And, once I finally left there was a hottie girl coming in the bar with her passport in hand. This girl was hot! So, I knew that I had to open her. I had to. So, I saw the passport and asked where she was from. She said Canada. I said "oh, are you part of the space group?"
She lit up, surprised that I knew anything about it. She went inside, but I decided not to follow.

The night went on like this. Another bar. Another bar. Each time I was in the sidewalk, I was once again alone. Each time I was in a bar, I had fun talking with the people.

Eventually, one set stuck and I connected with a girl for a little while. She was cute. We had a lot in common and we're practically neighbors, so it seemed all good. Only thing was that she was drunk, and it was both unattractive and killing my game. No pull. Got her number, and if by chance she remembers me tomorrow, then it should be rolling smooth from there. I mean, we're neighbors, so it's practically mandatory for us to fuck.

After that, I walked around and didn't see many more girls to approach. It was a good night. And, I think that clearly I'm going to have to spend some time really finding out how to find hot women. I really want the hottie hot hot women. Like mind bending and stuff. Of course, I have unique taste, so we'll see where that takes me.

Now I'm going to sleep. The Chamomile tea should kick in soon.

Tale of Struggle: Solo and the Sub-Standards

What a brutal night, and great learning experience. Brutal more on the inside than the outside. Girls were generally quite pleasant.

I decided to fly solo. This is exactly what I needed. Wake up call. I haven't been out alone in a long long time and it's rare even when it happens. This will be my first challenge back in the game. I've set out to do about a hundred "sets" completely alone.

I've been out with friends, workshop students, even kinky girlfriends. But for me, it's always always easier than going completely alone. No friends, no wings, nothing. In fact, I went to bars that I don't frequent often, so not even friendly doormen or bartenders.

I love this shit. I'm taking it back to the foundation and start with the building blocks. A complete overhaul. Funniest part about going solo is that I'm forced to practice the pure fundamentals. The cold approach. The complete stranger. No one to turn to, no one to help dig me out of a ditch.

The truth is, it's about time I take this challenge on.

Of course, I left the house completly in my head. I was tired on top of it. Just thinking to myself about who knows what. All alonel, walking down the sidewalk. I see some hotties but don't approach. I don't know why. I told myself that I was waiting for the bar to turn it on. hmmm...

Here comes the first lesson, and the part that stayed in my face all night. Best way to go solo is to talk to everybody. Every fucking body. This is nothing new for me. I knew what to do, but just wasn't doing it.

It was so bad that eventually a couple stopped me on the sidewalk and asked me directions to the same bar where I was going. And all I could think was "I don't want to talk to these people". Lol... not the best mood for going out. But, it was a sign from the heavens (the first of many for the night). They were sent to warm me up. I was impressed by how quickly my charm comes out. My banter hits sharp even when I'm not "warm". They probably couldn't even tell that I was feeling anti-social. But, I could.

We walked to the bar together and I had them laughing the whole way. Teasing them about how they were probably going to take me to an alley and chop me up into little bits.

Once at the bar, I ditch my friends and go walk the alley. Boom, four hotties at a birthday party. I do nothing. Stall. And then go. I ask one of them if she's guarding the doorway. She laughs and runs away. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that her friend is really really really cute. A little asian girl with a gap in her front teeth just like Madonna.

I walk around and do a couple more sets. There's not a lot of hotties. I see Madonna again and get a fuller glimpse of her body. Nice fuckin' breasts. She looks good. I decide that she is the hottest girl in the bar (by my standards). I mean she's like a petite asian Madonna for chris' sake! And Madonna's fuckin' hot like a virgin and shit.

And, now I'm motivated. Yes! This is why I'm out. I have to figure out how to meet her. I cruise the bar again, but this girl is so completely surrounded by friends. It's a birthday party. She's like sandwiched in on all sides. My mind knows the answer, but my body doesn't respond. It's simple: go talk to the guy. work your way into the group. I've done it a hundred times before.

All alone, and not being in the vibe of it all, I don't like that option. I just want her. I just want to take Madonna home and have my wicked way with her.

I leave and go to another bar. This bar sucks. Long ass line. Lots of hotties in line, but my body doesn't approach. No easy sets. I walk back to the first bar. I do more easy sets. I get stuck with the sub-standards. Girls I'm not really into. And for some reason, I don't enjoy myself despite the fact. For some reason I get obsessed with hunting for hotties.

I end up opening a really hot Brazilian girl. She opens great and is smiling ear to ear. It's kinda cool. She's hot. She's even taller than me. But, for some reason I'm not interested. I get kisses on the cheeks and then wander off.

I talk to two Japanese girls and they kind of blow me off for god only knows what reason. Again, these girls were sub-standard for me. Maybe they could feel my vibe and didn't like it. I just wanted to have fun with them. Japanese girls love me, so c'mon.... don't they know who I am? Laugh and enjoy allready, damn it! :)

Ok. Moment of truth. I've got to go for Madonna. She's now on the dancefloor in a grind sandwich with two girlfriends. Man, really tight in the group. What the hell am I gonna do?

I decide on a trusty opener from the famous Will. I decide to go up and ask her name, tell her that she's cute and then tell her that I'll find her later and walk away. My energy is no match for their super-grind dance tactics. So, I'll try a two-step process.

I get close and make my move. But, the music stops. The girls aren't dancing and can hear me loud and clear. All of a sudden the whole group is staring at me. I go with the same opener, but it totally bombs. The girls drag her back into the thrusting pulsing mass of girls grinding on each other in birthday cheer. Just as I had suspected.

Looking back, a better approach would've been to engage the whole group during the break in music with something fun and high energy. Oh well.

The music comes back on... and guess fuckin' what! ... Eminem: "You only get one shot. Better take your chance and move. This opportunity comes once in a liftime... " God is fuckin' laughing at me, that bastard! I feel so alive in this moment. I choked just like Rabbit in 8 Mile. I choked... could it be more ironically humor-ful! Fucking fantastic! I start grinning like a little baby, feeling so good that at least something makes sense.

And, I decide to dance. But, as soon as I dance, the dj cuts to another record. Asshole. He didn't even play eminem for like a minute or something.

Ok, now what? I go back to the sub-standard Japanese girls. They talk to me for a little while and then get pissed off at me and tell me to go away. Cool. Whatever. They clearly don't know who I am.

Back to zero. All alone. This game is only for the brave. I like it much.

Did I mention, I was wearing my trusty white button up shirt from H&M. I really think I like this thing. It brightens up my whole look. Fits well. I should've bought a dozen of them. Don't know what I was thinking with the jeans and shoes, but the shirt was really feeling good. It made me happy when I looked in the mirror.

Oh, forgot to mention one other thing. Madonna wasn't as hot as I thought once I really saw her up close. This always seems to happen. In fact, the truth is that I've lost faith that any women are really as hot as the fantasies. Magazines and Hollywood are bullshit. Every girl's got her flaws. But, it's no biggie. I like 'em in all shapes and sizes.

And, I still think Madonna was the hottest girl in the bar. So, I decided to move on.

In the next bar, I hop in line and attempt a conversation with the group in front of me, but somehow my timing is 100% off because some other guy enters at the same time and there all from Indiana or something and somehow no one even hears or sees me. lol... (that didn't work)

I get inside and walk around for a bit. Once again, I'm cold and in my head. This definitely isn't the way to do it. But, it's all an adventure.

And once again, I'm surprised by how quickly I flip the switch when I do open. This part of myself is something that I'm starting to like.

I end up lounging against a wall doing the typical guy-on-the-wall thing. So cute. I'm near the other guys doing the same thing. Such dorks.

Then, a girl passes. She's got a nice whispy blouse and some other cool garments that make her look like a character from a fantasy book. I see her face and for a second, she looks just like my ex-girlfriend in Korea. The girl I loved so deeply. I'm taken back by this experience, and watch as she orders a drink and then returns my way.

As she's walking past, I catch a better glimpse. In fact, she is nowhere near as hot as my ex-girlfriend. Once again, the deception. She's older and just not as cute. But, still she's got that certain elegance.

So, as she walks by, I tap her on the arm and (still leaning against the wall) I signal for her to come over and join me. She does just that. The guy next to me who was also wall-flowering is blown away by this. He keeps staring at me for the next 10 minutes. He wasn't expecting that one was he!

So, I talk to the girl and indeed she is Korean. So beautiful. And indeed she is slightly older than me. No biggie. But, alas she is also sub-standard. The easy sets aren't getting me anywhere near the quality of women I really desire. We talk for a while and then her friends are leaving and she goes with them. A great interaction, and a cool girl. Fun overall.

At this point I'm tired, but I wander around a little more just enough to realize how many other supremely gorgeous women there are in the bar. Wow, what a night! But, I'd lost momentum. Buy a burrito and go home, champ.

In the end, a succesful night in it's own peculiar way. Biggest lesson learned is that I have to get a copy of Eminem's 8 mile song and blast that shit before I go out. For the love of god: YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCE! What are you gonna do, just sit on your ass and do nothing with your life? No! You choke, and make a fool of yourself and then you get back out there and keep pushing through until you someday get a chance to rap about how white you are! That's what breakthrough is all about. Success doesn't come to the guys on the sidelines. What could be more enlivening than the struggle to succeed, and the ultimate victory!

So, I'm gonna continue on with this mission for a little while. I'm keeping strict on myself. Not letting up until we take it to the next level. We're going jedi. We're going zen pickup master.

And since I'm going solo, I'll throw out this quote from Prodigy of Mobb Deep:
"When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me, know what I'm sayin? ...So don't gamble wit ya life, du'. Word up."

Actually, I don't know what that has to do with anything, but c'mon.

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Physical Confidence

Awesome Wingman Rules

Recently, a discussion was spurred on the local yahoo group about the wingman relationship.

Here's my tooo cents.

This topic has been discussed heaps already. So no need to re-write the bible. No need to overcomplicate either.

Priority #1 of wings - Have fun! The point of all this is to have fun, so don't get uptight about winging "correctly". Much better to do it "funly" That mean's don't kill the vibe with "shoulds" and "rules". Schools out for the summer. How about "awesome suggestions for wings"

Priority #2 - Help your friend get his hottie

Priority #3 - Get other hotties in the group.


Suggestions:
If you see your friend talking to some hotties: Go up and say "what's up". Be polite. Don't ignore your friend like you're some foaming at the mouth horndog lady chaser. Don't ignore the girls like you are too cool for school. Don't try to impress anyone, you're allready cool because you're already part of the group.

If you're buddy is doing well with the girls, you'll easily enter the conversation. If he isn't doing well, you probably came in too early or too late, but no worries, give him some space to bring the energy back up and then come back later. Or help him bring the energy up.

Listen to your buddy for directions. If he wants you to leave, he'll probably tell you something subtle like: "Hey, Bob wanted to talk to you over there." or maybe something simple like "Hey, give me a minute."

If he wants you to join, he'll pull you into the conversation. Use your intuition to figure out which girl he likes (this is usually very easy to determine based on kino, etc.) Then, game the other girls. If you make a mistake, don't worry, he'll correct you (this could be something simple like "No, that's my girl".) It's his job to direct the show, and if he is an indecisive weenie, then you can take over and do whatever you want. He may be interested in both girls and you're decisiveness will help him make up his mind.

Once formalities are taken care of, you should start a conversation with the every member of the group *except* the hottie that he likes. Let him get some alone time. This is much easier done soon after you enter rather than waiting and doing a cross-battle 4-way conversation (always a no-no - it's just plain awkward). That is, you don't want to be two guys talking to two girls. You want to be one guy talking to one girl and one guy talking to 1+ girls.

From this point, do what you like.

Note also: when not talking to girls, the main rule is - don't talk game. Better yet, don't even talk to your wing when you're not talking with girls. Just say "what's up" and then leave him to go
chase some hotties.

Don't overcomplicate this stuff. And take a look around at the naturals. You'll never see a natural getting anal about "rules" when out partying. There's no "job" to do. No. a guy goes out, has fun, brings a girl home. That's the way chimps do it, so can we.

A wing in need: Best thing a wing can do is sense when wingmanship is needed. It's not easy, but usually it's a situation where one girl likes your friend, but the other girl is pulling her away. When a wingman comes in at the right time, it feels like God himself is on your side. It feels like an angel sent down from heaven. - Hoping you all can take this advice and go make those magical moments happen.

Re-cap:
1. Go talk to girls.
2. When you see that your wing could use some help - go say "hi."
3. Let your friend get some alone time with his girl, and entertain everyone else in the group while he does.

Good Luck,

Daniel

Tale Of The Chase: Sexy Thighs

The Player Returns -
Once again I'm in the field, in the effing trenches. Got mud on my face and stuff. After one girlfriend of nine months moved back to her home in Japan, and then my other girlfriend of five months just recently moved back to her home in Thailand, I'm left once again... SINGLE!

"dear god" you say?

Yes, It's been over a year since the last time I was single, and it feels better than ever. So damn refreshing. Colors are brighter, sounds are more crisp. It's a wonderful world.

And, single can only mean one thing... Game Time!

I can't tell you how much I've been longing for this. Back in the clubs, feeling the sweat of dancing bodies tripping over me in drunken stupors. Loud music doing permanent ear damage. "Bitch Shields"! Yeah... this is the good life. And, I haven't even gone out for a daytime mission yet. The world's wide open.

So, I set out tonight to a favorite bar. I've pulled from there before, should be good place to get back in it. Haven't been there in a long time - since I wrote the report about making out with an Italian girl (I believe it was called "Tell me you want to fuck me") Oh, that was hot.

And when I got to the bar... uhhh... ahhh haaa.... yes. Memories. Funny though, after months away, it seems different. I remember the way I use to own the place like it was my own. But, now I'm even more confident, now I'm more comfortable. It's been a while, but I think I'm gonna like it.

I set out with a wingman who I rarely wing with. My goals are simple: 1) to go out to a social place for only the sake of being social. 2) Do something or try something with the intent of getting back into the swing of things.

So easy. I'm there.

We walk in to the bar, and it's a little bit empty. I don't open the first set that I see, but no biggie. I strut across the dancefloor and near the bar. OK, warm-up. Two girls - very easy, very open. I open no problem with something like "Hey, how's it going?"

We talk, it's on. They both love me. I have a little trouble picking one girl off, and could use a wing. My friends walk by me like 5 times, and eventually, after about 15 minutes in the set, I drag my wingman in to help me out. He happily takes the girl that I wasn't going for.

Size up the situation. These girls were cute. Yes. Fun. Yes. hmmm... read them... they're ready to hook up. Yes.

Best bet at this point: grab the girls, ditch the bar. Should've grabbed my wingman and the girls and gone off to go play pool at my "local" bar - PSF. No biggie. Niether my wingman nor I are really playing the game for keeps right now. We want to mingle.

I leave and go flirt with other girls, which clearly makes girl 1 jealous. Oh well. Gotta ask myself what's the goal tonight? Game time.

Blond chubby girl likes me. Yes. Big hugs. Two eighties girls like me. Yes. Photos and hugs. But, not my type. In fact, not a lot of girls there that really wow me.

I kept cruising around. I opened some other girls. It was fun. Then, there were three girls that kinda caught my eye. So, hell... I talked to them.

"Are you guys rockin' the cassbah?"

They start talking back, but they're not very open to me. The alpha girl (Let's call her Alice) gives me some attitude, but it's fun. The one on my right isn't saying much and has closed off body language (let's call her Suzy). The one across from me asks me questions and stuff and is cool to me (we'll call her Mary). But, still the vibe is uncomfortable for about two minutes or so.

Let the chase begin.

I keep going for a while, and they tease me because I'm too young. (They were all late 20s, early 30s - not very unlike me). After a while, they open up their circle a little and relax toward my presence. Good. I get Suzy into a one on one conversation a couple of times. (I liked Suzy and Mary - both cute). Suzy had the most adorable face and big bright eyes. She was chubby - which honestly was super hot. Among other things, I'm quite interested in finding a chubby girlfriend right now. It's been a while, and a girl with just the right curves is often such a turn on. Fit girls are good too.

Eventually, the girls sit on the bench, and it gives me the best chance to sit on one end and get intimate with Suzy.

But, hell, is she interested? Wtf.

I pull another wingman in to help me out with the other girls. He does his job well.

So, I talk to Suzy one on one. Her legs are crossed, her arms are crossed. (sexy thighs that keep driving me crazy)

For all purposes, she seems locked up toward me. Not putting her heart into it. Kino is next to nothing. I call it out, but with no success. She's just not interested.

We're about 10-15 minutes in to the interaction now. And, I work more and more to get this girl involved in the conversation. She's smiling, she's responding, but she's just not into it.

I don't know why I'm still talking to her at this point, but I just don't like the idea of letting her go. What's the point. I'm hot, she should want me. And she hasn't run away yet.

I finally start to be really blatant. This is my standard method. By about 5 minutes, she should be somewhat interested and willing to stay in a one on one conversation with me. By 10-15 minutes she should be holding my hand. Etc. etc... something like that. This girl was way behind schedule. What was going on?

So many times in the past, I would've left this girl and gone on to find another. But, I was interested in trying to push through it. Basically, I felt like I was in the friend zone with her already.

So, I start telling her how hot she is and how attracted I am. And I start drilling her about why she's not way into me. I mean seriously, why isn't this girl clawing at me? I'm a sexy dude.

No boyfriend, no husband. What is it?

"You're a nice enough guy."

"Yeah, I know I'm nice, but c'mon. Tell me I'm sexy!"

Eventually she says something like "You're too young."

Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Interesting. I'm two years younger than her, but still.

I keep working it and keep persisting. She tells me a story about this doctor that she knows and likes who makes her sweat because she gets so nervous around him. So, I ask what it is that she likes about him. She tells me that it's something about his sense of humor and "he's such a flirt" Holy shit! Who's more of a flirt than me? uh?

I'm like Pepe Le Peu at this point. I'm on full throttle chase. It's fun. I tell her that I hate her because she's such a tease. I hate her because she's way sexy and yet she's giving me nothing and she wont tell me to go away either.

Eventually, I give up and decide to go talk to more girls. I say goodbye, thinking that in fact I will never know what turns this girl on and why it's not me.

When I reach the dancefloor it's way to crowded. Not my vibe. Icky sweaty hot. I see my wingman with a HOT latina girl. Rock on!

I decide to go to the back room for a little more space. I hit on a drunk girl. She kino's the fuck out of me. Her friend shows up and tries to hook me up. Fuckin' drunk girls. I'm not interested. I see the other girl from my first set of the night. She's drunk too. She kino's the fuck out of me. ehhh... I'm saving her as a maybe for later. I see a girl that I dated twice about a year or two ago - never had sex with her. She gives me a weird vibe.

I get tired and decide to sit down for a rest. Suzy is still there on the bench so I return to her.

This time something's different. I'm way laid back. I feel a much deeper level of comfort and of "being my self". I didn't notice it the first time, but only in contrast did I notice a certain amount of me putting on a show the first time.

I relax into it and just sit for the sake of sitting. I hang out for the sake of hanging out. And, I re-engage the conversation. I don't know what we talked about, but I sat there for about an hour talking about just about everything. We got into some deeper topics. And I made her laugh a bunch.

The whole time, I kept drilling her with statements of interest. I kept trying to be as blatant as I could possibly be that "I'M HITTING ON YOU!" Hell, maybe I should've just yelled it in all caps at her.

She said she wakes up early on the weekends. I said, "Cool, you can cook me breakfast while I stay in bed."

She laughed.

I say, "wow, you must like morning sex then."

She laughed.

One after another, I hit her with my sexual intentions. And, she didn't run away. I figured eventually she would break, either running away in disgust or melting into my arms.

I go for a handtest, she is super frigid. No kino from her.

But, the conversation continues. I ask her to marry me. I tell her that I hate her because I'm falling in love with her.

All this is interspersed with fluff talk, people watching and some genuinely good conversation.

I tell her that she is way too damn sexy. (and she was)

I even tell her "Normally I date girls like you all the time and they're all over me by this point."

I ask if she's good in bed, and that I sure hope she isn't because I wouldn't be able to handle it. She changes the subject.

I tell her that I'd love to cuddle with her. She changes the subject.

I tell her that she's cute, adorable, on and on. She's having fun, but still not showing interest.

Finally, I say "If we went on a date, you wouldn't even show up." And, here is where she breaks. She responds "Well, where would we go?"

Ah haa.... now I've got her on an imaginary date with me. She's starting to enjoy this. Oh yes. I'm feeling good. I think I might actually pull this off. Incredible. I didn't even believe it could happen.

It's not done yet though. Her friends are both occupied by other guys in the bar so I've got her alone. And one of the girls seems to mention something about leaving.

Suzy turns to me and says "Do you believe in numbers?" What an obscure comment! Is that her way of asking for my number? I can't tell.

I say "What you mean like numerology?"

And, she starts talking about numerology. hmmm.... a strange phenomenon. Did she really want to talk about numbers? Did she want my didgets? What's going on here? I may never know.

And, soon... boom! She stops resisting the hand holding. Oh, so romantic! We're holding hands. Probably one hour after meeting her! I'm loving it. This girl is way cute.

I start to go for the day 2.

Me: "Let's get coffee sometime."

Suzy: "I don't drink coffee"

Me: "It's not about coffee. That's just a bullshit excuse for us to hang out together."

Suzy: "Well, I don't drink coffee."

Back to square one. Back to slamming her with my undying adoration. Heh heh... it's kinda fun actually. I keep talking to her, she keeps playing super hard to get.

I come back to the subject of a date and this time she is more interested. Persistance should be my fuckin' name at this point.

We finally finally set up a date.

I go in and kiss her on the cheek. "Ok, now I'm not coming on Tuesday" She jokes with me.

I keep bantering and playing and talking and connecting. And, I come back to the date. This time I get her phone number and it's solid. I even watch her type my name into her phone. Feeling good.

More hand holding. More good conversation. And top it all off with a nice hug goodbye.

Wow. She made me fuckin' work for it. Jeezz..

What an adventure. This was practice in persistence. I don't think I've ever put so much time into what seemed like a lost cause only to be able to turn it around. It feels good. I like this girl. Now, we'll have to see if my phone game can keep it alive - bit rusty there too.

I went out with simple goals, but I found it interesting how challenges presented themselves. I had the opportunity to work on quick pulls back to the house. I could've worked my drunk girl game. I could've done probably a bunch of other things. But, in the end I got to practice persistence game (also a similar off shoot of "Let's Just Be Friends" turn around game). I got to chase like a dog. And it was so much fun. I love being a guy.

Oh, she was cute. I think I'll go dream about her now. *Smile*

(Almost forgot: Half Chinese, quarter Japanese, quarter German - Yum!)

*Edit: More good stuff*
...

I was chilling with Suzy Sexy Legs and she keeps talking about my jelly bracelets (I was wearing about 5 or 6 black jelly bracelets - about $0.50 each)

At one point, I felt all romantic and fun and I decided to give her one of my jelly bracelets.

I grabbed her hand and said "here". And I slipped a jelly bracelet onto her wrist. It felt kinda dorky and nice guy and maybe a little weak. But, it also felt good and kind and from my heart. I didn't know how it would be recieved.

But, I'm smart and I take a risk and work with it. So, I looked at her for a reaction. Would she percieve it to be another nice guy loser attempt at seduction (so incongruent with everything I'd done before) or would she genuinely enjoy it as fun and special.

Well, she answered my doubts so simply and elegantly. *BUT*... (And this is why I write the post - big lesson here) But, I never would've known her response if I didn't know what to look for.

This is what she did: She looked at the bracelet and then said "Wait, I need two. It doesn't look good alone. It has to be a pair or it just doesn't look right."

What is she saying? What does she REALLY mean?

She's saying "You're a dork."

So, I pick up the cue instantly and respond with "Never mind." and I take the jelly bracelet off of her and put it back on my wrist. Instantly she breathes a breath of relief to realize that indeed she's in the presence of a real man.

This was a crucial step. If I'd put another bracelet on and given her two as she had requested, I would've slipped back on all the ground that I had gained. She may have not even realized it conciously.

In fact, this is a foundation of "persistence game" or "chasing game". You are chasing the girl, like Pepe Le fuckin' Peu... Yet, at no point do you ever stop being a man. You never compromise your integrity or your self respect. You never suplicate. You're a man with sexual desires and make no apologies, and if she's not interested you don't get hurt or upset or angry or caving in or suplicating etc.

Hope the concept makes sense

G.O.t.D. - Day 25 - Saturn Returns

To start it off, I'm 28 years old right now. While lying in bed the other morning, I remembered back to my astrology days and was reminded that 28 is the year of my saturn return.

The Sun goes around the Earth every year (that's called our birthday). Saturn does the same thing every 28 years (it's like our saturn-day)

Saturn is the planet of hard work, responsibility, and authority. At age 28, we are directed to reclaim authority over our life and get real. Saturn begs the question: "who's in charge here?"

So, it wasn't a coincidence that I've been feeling so overworked lately. It's no coincidence that I'm inspired to take responsibility for my life and some of the nagging dragging issues.

Women are fun, but it's time to get real.

So, it took some time and some frustration (another quality of Saturn). But, now I'm finally motivated.

I actually told myself that I wasn't allowed to date any new girls until I finish my current goals (not the g.o.t.d. goal... that wasn't my goal, that was just a fun idea). So, that's some motivation for me.

Now, I see hot girls, and I think about hot girls, and I think about the girl of the day mission and I think about all the other instructors and students who are going out and I think "Fuck! I'm sitting around working! This sucks!" And, then I get super motivated.

I'm taking charge. I've got a dentist appointment this Saturday. I'm handling a bunch of other stuff too.

In a couple more weeks, I'm gonna have my life so tight. And then, I'm going on a rampage. I'm gonna hit on every girl in a 5 mile radius. It'll kick ass.


So, for girl-of-the-day. I stopped. Perhaps I'll pick it up again when it fits better into my lifestyle. I believe I did one day since my last post. It was a cute girl, and I yelled at her out a car window. She didn't stop.

I've been talking with some cute girls still, but the truth is that I don't really think about the "hottest girl I saw today" anymore. It's not worth my time. Maybe I did it, maybe I didn't.

Keep posted, because as soon as I get this stuff done, I'm gonna be back in action, big time.

:)

Costumes For The Sexy Man

--- In ebss@yahoogroups.com, Westwind2 wrote:

" Hmmm. I was just invited to a very cute blonde's birthday party Saturday night. It's a costume party. I haven't done the costume thing in years. Any suggestions of what might truly befit a PUA for the occasion? Any suggestions appreciated... Thanks in advance"


Great question as my favorite holiday season approaches... Halloween! And every year I see the same thing. Girls get it. Guys don't. Girls dress sexy. Guys dress like idiots.

Here's the fundamental key that all women get:

Costume = excuse to dress sexy.

It works both ways. Men and women.

Now, really a costume is an excuse to dress any way you want. And, if you want to do star treck or war craft, be my guest. But for chris' sake everybody loves sex. Get into it!

The "theme" of the costume isn't really important. A girl could be sexy secretary, sexy accountant, sexy banana, or the more popular sexy school girl, sexy kitten, sexy devil, etc...

Guys don't care.

Same is true for guys. Whatever you want, make sure it makes you look sexy. Make sure it is flattering.

Almost any outfit can be transformed in this way. For example, you could be a sexy devil, or a cartoon devil, or a scary devil.

So, what makes a costume sexy?

First take a moment to think about what makes men sexy. It's definitely not big boobs and a nice ass. (although a nice ass won't hurt). It's not money and fame. It's confidence, strength, power, etc... the list goes on too long for this post, but you know the deal.

What expresses these qualities?


- The Sex Symbol

An easy way to get sexy is to tap into already popular sex symbols. This year, I'm inspired by Johnny Depp ala Pirates 2. He's a bit dirty, but you know the ladies still love him. Take any sex symbol through history, however. James Dean, Gene Simmons, Brad Pitt, Cassanova.

The other angle is to go generic and just hit some powerful male archetypes: rockstar, womanizer, athlete, millionaire, criminal, etc...

Last year, I did a mix. I was going for a pimp/rockstar, and people ended up telling me that I was Kid Rock. OK. (that demonstrates another rule. Whatever happens with the costume, go with it. Don't try to explain your outfit.)

I've given a few of the obvious examples, but really there's no limit. How about a schoolboy who smokes cigarettes in the bathroom? That's sexy. How about a egyptian high priest of sexual spirituality? That's sexy. How about free love Hippie (who showers)? That could be sexy. Get creative with it.


- Own it, don't mock it.

Whatever you dress as, do it for real. As with everything else, it's not so much what you do, but HOW you do it. Don't do the "cartoon" version of a costume. Don't do the cheap $12.99 walgreens version - Inexpensive is ok, but cheap isn't.

Now, cartoony isn't necessarily all bad, if cute. Perhaps you are going for the "innocent boy who doesn't want to be corrupted" look. It's ok to go cute if you're going 100% cute. Examples of this are dressing as a school boy, a baby, a cute animal, a virgin, a teddy bear, etc... You can play up the cute angle for sure and get a lot of girls wanting to "play"

But, my point here is not to do the caricature of a sexy man. I'll tell you what I mean with an example:

Last year, I told you I was dressed as a pimp/rockstar. I walked into Suite 181 only to find at least a dozen guys dressed as pimps. They looked like idiots. They bought crazy wierd neon pimp suits online and looked completely incongruent (http://www.frankelcostume.com/pimp-suits.php). I just had a nice fur coat, no shirt, and a big belt that said in rhinestones "PIMP". I was the real deal.

One of the first comments I got when I walked in to the club was from a hottie: "You look way too comfortable like that. Do you dress like this all the time?"

That's what I mean by owning it.

Cartoon viking helmet, fake muscles, joke costumes (you know the ones that have a big arrow pointing to your cock and some joke about "pull this lever" or some shit.) Don't do it.

Also, make sure the stuff fits and is flattering for your body. Trust me, girls are paying attention to this. They don't just buy any costume and throw it on. They're working their strong points.


- The Look

There are certain characteristics that you could add to any costume and make it sexier.

Eye liner or other make up: Give your costume that extra edge of mystery. Good for rockstars, pirates, naughty school boys, etc...

Naked Skin: Use this wisely. If you have a good body, you want to show it off. Be careful not to overdo it and look like the man-slut, but a little glimpse of skin will have the ladies going for feelsky's left and right.

Tactile fabrics: Yes, girls want to touch. Leather, suede, fur, feathers, velvet, etc... (Plastic is generally bad. Nobody likes to touch plastic.)

Toys: Handcuffs for the police officer, whips for the cowboy, etc.. etc... something that makes your outfit interactive and playful will surely hook women in.


Above in the end, be practical. If you're gonna get wasted and puke everywhere, don't wear the expensive stuff. If you're gonna go dancing, make sure you can dance in your outfit. If you're gonna go anywhere at all, make sure your costume isn't going to break or fall apart while your out. You may think it's cool because your costume is so awesome, but really it's just a bummer.

Remember, girls want to be with you, not your costume. The costume is a fun way for you to express yourself and bring her into your world. The costume isn't the goal in itself.

A guy who can rock an outrageous costume very confidently and comfortably will get a lot of attention. Ladies will see that you really get it. Have fun with it and make it your own. The best part of dressing up is that you can do ANYTHING. Take advantage.

-Daniel

G.O.t.D - Day Eleven - Could Hollywood Do It?

Well,
Time to tell the truth. This mission so completely doesn't fit my life right now. I was all set to take a month off from gaming girls to work on non-girl related goals.

I wont get into it all here, but I'd like to see a dentist, there's issues surrounding my divorce (still lingering for over seven years now), finances, etc. etc.... I'd just like to get my life in order, so I can look out at the world with nothing on my shoulders and just feel like a Man who is in charge of his world.

On top of that, a beautiful wonderful woman who I was dating for nine months recently moved away. I'm glad that she's getting on with her life, but I also miss her very much.

But, everyone got excited to do a challenge, and I'm a sucker for excitement. See, I've figured something out through all this. Motivation is one of the biggest challenges in this game. Our bodies were never meant to become cooler. We weren't meant to tinker with the social order. But, we do. Because we're men and we like to break the rules.

So, when I see motivation and I see momentum, I jump on it. I see a bunch of guys who are willing to kick my ass to push me beyond my comfort zone, and I know how rare that is. I know that's an opportunity that a guy must take.

Lance said the word challenge. I said fuck yeah!

And, to disclose the whole truth... I'm fuckin' glad I did. It's not the right time in my life right now, but that's ok.

Everyday I learn something new, and that is my measure of success.

What did I learn today?

The hottest girl was walking down the sidewalk with her mom (what's with me and moms?). I saw her out the window. I wasn't going to run after her. I thought about yelling. It didn't seem appropriate.

I thought... limiting belief? hmm... perhaps... "can't yell out a window at a girl with her mom."

And I'll share a little secret here. This is my lithmus test for a limiting belief: Could Hollywood do it?

Could Hollywood make a movie where the hero yells out the window at a hot chick and get's the girl. Yes, Hollywood could make it happen, so I could too.

Next time, perhaps i'll just yell. I'll be the romantic fool.

Today I didn't.

red ex.

6 for 11

G.O.t.D - Day Ten - Keep On Driving

Well,

I'm counting the hottest girl as a cute asian girl walking down the sidewalk near Union Square. I was in the passenger seat of a car on the way to help out with our Learning Annex event.

Dan M. was driving and offered to pull over while I ran after her, but it would've been absurd. That's one hell of a wing for sure, but the honest truth is that I never want to be a guy who has nothing in his life more important than women. And today, I had somewhere to be, so we kept on driving.

I saw another cute girl later who I thought wasn't as cute. She looked kinda chubby. As I walked passed her, she looked better than from a distance, and as I took a second to think, she was gone. I'm not sure if that counts, she probably wasn't as hot, but I'll never really know.

So, I went the rest of the day wondering if I'd see another hottie and get a chance to redeem myself.

I did see one cute girl walking with an older man and an older woman. She didn't look like them, so I couldn't figure out if she was with them. I couldn't figure out if she was super hot either. But, I wanted to make a move after watching the others pass by.

She was on her cell phone, but that didn't matter.

I tapped her on the arm, and she started to back up and freak out. The older couple she was with started to freak out to.

Now, I got a good look at her. She was young. Probably 18 give or take 2 years. She actually wasn't that hot, but cute enough, and I'd already made an ass of myself, so better keep going.

I tell her: "wait. I just saw you and you're kinda cute, so I wanted to meet you."

She's flattered. "Oh, well, I'm on the phone with my boyfriend."

The older couple is looking at me kinda weird, but also with some respect.

"Well, tell him that he's got a very cute girlfriend."

"Oh, thank you." she says.

Then, I walked off. It was kinda awkward and I did it anyway, and made everyone smile. A success in my book. I give myself a big inner smile style green check. But, for the record, technically I get a red ex.

-Day Ten: No

G.O.t.D - Day seven/eight/nine - Resting Up

Day Seven,

I didn't go out I didn't even leave the house all day. Then, at 1 AM I went and took a walk down to Columbus Ave. I really was hoping that I didn't see a hottie, because I really wasn't in the mood. But, I was walking anyway. I didn't see any girls, so I didn't approach. Big Red X for not even seeing a hot chick.

I did learn a couple things though. #1 I learned that there are in fact days that I don't leave the house. #2 No one hangs out in North Beach at 1AM on a Monday night.

Day Eight,

I pretty much decided not to play the game that day. I was out with my family for my sister's birthday. It was a good day.

I figured I'd rest up and build momentum to get back into the challenge. Whenever I do a challenge, I find myself having bursts of enthusiasm and success followed by lulls of rest and recovery. I was in the valley, no biggie.

Day Nine,

Today, I wanted to get back in it, but again I was occupied with work all day. Super stressed trying to keep this pickup machine running. All for the good.

At 8PM, I decided that I really had to get back in the challenge and it wasn't gonna be that hard. I put on my shoes and walked to Walgreens. um.... a couple "give me a couple beers and I'll do her" chicks. They weren't hot, but maybe so-so. I didn't bother. No point in hitting on the hottest girl if she's not even hot.

I walked down to the corner and saw two silhouettes. Nice asses, nice cuves. That's my set! They were about to cross the street so I had to pick up my pace.

I opened with "where's a good place to get ice cream?" (it was cold and rainy - winter's here)

Then, I didn't listen to a word they said but just bantered relentlessly. They laughed. Mission accomplished. The green man flashed and they walked away.

I did my job, make not one, but two cute girls smile. Big green check.

6 for 9

19 days left

G.O.t.D - Day five/six - Exhausted

This challenge is getting tiresome. But there are lessons to be learned yet.

Saturday night, I was out with my girlfriend. We went to Medjool to help with the workshop. I honestly look back on the night and I don't remember who the hottest girl was. I remember talking to some hot girls, and I also remember some hot girls that I didn't talk to. - a bunch actually.

The hotties that I didn't talk to were in awkward situations, and for the sake of my relationship with my girlfriend, it seemed fully inappropriate to break our conversation dead and go chase a girl down on the sidewalk. Just plain idiotic, childish and rude. So, I didn't do it.

I give my self a big red X for Saturday.

Sunday, I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Really just wanted some time to myself to relax. I was walking down the sidewalk, expecting that I would be getting another red X.... when I saw the hottest Japanese girl. She had these tight boots going up her calves, and then pants that had a bunch of frilly stuff right above the boots. I nice fitted leather jacket, jet black hair, and the smoothest skin.

She actually made it easy on me. I really had no choice.

I walked past her on the sidewalk and then walked about 20 more feet saying "!#@*! !#@*! !#@*!!!" to myself. Then, I turned around, ran up the hill and stopped her.

She was clearly not from here and didn't speak much English. She freaked out and completely ignored me, as if I was a glass window. Lol...

I turned to the other two people on the sidewalk who were watching, and I said "wow, she's totally ignoring me. That's unbelievable."

They smiled at me.

Then, I wished her well and walked away. At least I made someone smile. And, I have to wonder if I'd even really want to date someone who is so scared of a harmless person on a sidewalk.

Anyway, I did it.

Day 6: big green check.

G.O.t.D - Day Four - The Actress

I started off the day pretty lazy. I knew that we were doing a workshop that night and I'd be sure to meet some hotties. So, I didn't even bother looking all day.

It wasn't the best idea, however, since it put a lot of pressure on the evening to pay off. And when I first arrived in the Marina, I wasn't opening anybody. I saw girls right and left and kept saying "oh... there'll be hotter." But, man hotter's gotta come eventually. Can't fight the inevitable.

And, then it all went down when I walked into Mel's Diner. I was waiting for a table when I saw a STUNNING blond. Fucking drop dead gorgous. The guys who were there will back me up on this.

She's eating with two older women (mom and auntie as it turns out).

No hesitation. I must go!

"Hey guys, is the food any good here?" I ask.

Then I bust on them, whatever they said. I don't really remember that much.

"Hey, are you mom and daughter?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you're daughter is really cute." I say to the mom.

Mom proudly replies, "Yeah, we just watched her debut in her first movie! It's not coming out for another couple months, but we were at the screening."

"Wow, congratulations. Sounds like fun." I replied. Still talking to the whole group... not going to isolate on the cutie just yet. There's no need. Her mom loves me.

I keep talking about god knows what. This and that.

Eventually the girl asks me: "So where do you go to school?" Whoa! ... That's a blast from the past.

I tell her quite bluntly that I'm 28. She's cool with it. I ask her where she goes to school. She says UC Berkeley! Holy Shit... that's my school! I say "Go Bears" and she lights up. I have her guess what my major was and she's very close - says molecular biology. I say "No, Chemistry."

I ask her and she says that she's just a Freshman. Sherlock Holmes would easily deduce that she must therefore be 18 years old (plus or minus a year). Holy shit again!

I keep bantering and flirting with the girl and with her mom and auntie. I work the whole table while they wait for food. Actually, her mom and auntie were way cool. I even asked if she would be my auntie too.

Eventually, I ask the girl: "So, do you come out to San Francisco often?"
She says yes.

Cool. I say "We're throwing a Party and you should join us." (had to give a little reason there so that it all looked kosher for the parents.)

She's way into it. I tell her to give me her email (so that I'll put her on the guest list). She says "give me your number." And brothers... she said it in a good way. Like "Give me your number!" :)

I take her phone and dial my number and call my phone.

I talk a little more and their food arrives and I say goodbye.

As she's leaving the restaurant, I smile and wave at Auntie. She smiles and waves back, which catches the eye of my hottie. So, the hottie turns and waves and then mouths the words to me across the restaurant. "Call me!"

Wow... this girl was loving it!

So, out of 4 days, I've got two mom daughter sets. Guess that's my calling in life.

This girl is by far the hottest yet. I got home and googled her and the first listing for her name is her imdb profile. I'll say no more. Eighteen year old actress/slash/UC Berkeley Business student.

Boys, you know I'm smiling tonight.

G.O.t.D - Day Three - La Projecta San Francisca

For those who didn't figure it out...

That's the female version of El Projecto San Francisco (my home)

Perhaps I should explain further.

About a half an hour ago, I was returning from dinner with two housemates. Pasta Pomodoro. At the front door of our home, I was heavily in the middle of a speech about how one of my girls has suddenly become distant, and I'm so upset. When all of a sudden, this tall skinny blond comes walking down the sidewalk.

Split second! No time to think; Only act.

But no, there was a split second. One split second just long enough to think back... hmmm.... "is she the hottest girl today?" ... hmmm... Let's see....

>>>>

Today started out like yesterday. Another long day of work, couped up in the house. I looked out the window a few times and saw some cuties. I decided to pass. There would be hotter, I know.

Eventually, I had to leave the house - a quick walk down to Bank of America. Would there be cute girls? I didn't know, but this seemed like my best bet for the day.

I went in the bank and well, the teller was pretty cute. Just my type - another chubby asian girl. Not super hot by any means, but I liked her. But, I didn't flirt much since she was working. Just enough to put a smile on her face.

Walking out, there were still no hotties, so I decided to go to Walgreens. My favorite spot. I walked through the aisles, and well... oh, actually... hmm.... yeah, she's ok. She's definitely cute. Ok, that's a start. Let's do it.

Doh! She was walking up to the cashier right then. Bad timing, but no big deal. I just waited and caught her right as she was walking through the door.

"Hey, do you know where to get Ice Cream around here?"
(My default indirect day game opener. It usually works because I really love Ice Cream, and then I bust on them for not being Ice Cream Conniseurs. Robert1 has seen me execute this ... um.. well... he saw me tank with it. And this time was not much different)

"Uh, yeah. Right up the street."

1,2,3
Right? AoR graduates chant along with me. One - Two - Three.
One complete, now Two.

"Cause you look like you know ice cream."

Ouch. hmmm... where'd that come from? No laugh. Not even a smile. ugh... Come on Two... come on Daniel... do the Two.. Two, damn it!

"Uh... well, cause you like totally know all the ice cream spots around here."

?? That's not funny, Daniel! Damn it. No laugh. Ugh... well.... uh... ok...

"Um... ok. I'll check it out later."

"Bye"

She walked away. Not a great set, and quite frankly the girl wasn't anything dreamy or anything. Oh well. It counts! Fuck it. I tried. No one's gonna tell me I didn't try. Green check mark, here I come!

And, with that I walked home smiling.

But, only a couple hours passed until I was once again in the bay windows talking on my phone when another girl approached. Yes, she was hotter by far. Fuck! I've gotta go.

Chris H was on the other line: "Chris, I saw a hottie. I gotta go! No... Gotta go! Bye!"

I ran to my room and put on my flip flops and then ran down the stairs. By the time I got to the sidewalk she was a solid block away. Time for some excercise.

I ran like fuck to catch up, and slowed my pace a little as I neared so that I wouldn't startle her. When I arrived, she turned to look. I got her attention before saying anything. She stopped, and I stopped completely out of breath.

She looked at me with this look on her face like "Who the fuck...?"
"Who the fuck is this guy?" (in a good way. It was a mix of shock, disbelief, pure amusement, and curiousity.)

"Hey, you just walked by and I saw you and had to come running down here to catch up to you. You're cute."

Still, she just looked at me like "WTF?!"

I stopped talking and caught my breath. She was still staring at me in disbelief. "You ran?" She asked. "From where?"

"From the last street."

*pant pant*

"Anyway..."

Somehow I launched into conversation and she joined right along. It turned out she was from Pittsburgh, PA. She's here for three days for a conference. She's been cooped up in a hotel conference room the whole time and this is her first time to actually walk around and see the city. This girl had one-day-romance written all over her, but I had to work.

I walked with her to Washington Square Park, where I realized that flip flops and a t-shirt was not "outside clothing," and I got rather cold.

Literally, this girl was wandering aimlessly through SF. She was just yearning for a cool guy to tour with. But, really, I had to work... no time today. I had to say goodbye. We swapped numbers just in case she ever comes back. But, truthfully I'll never see her again.

So, I ran back home just as quickly. I returned to my work and felt happy that I had achieved my goal for the day.

So, who was this girl anyway. She had a sweet ass, perfectly framed in her light blue jeans. She had a caramel complexion - cuban perhaps? Mexican? Brazillian? No accent. Long ruffley hair. A great smile.

She was hot...

but was she the hottest...

And more importantly...

Was she as hot as....

>>>>>>>

"Hey, Wait!" I yell out as I step in front of the tall skinny blond walking in front of me and my house on this fine evening. I block her path.

"Stop for a second." I stop her in her tracks and she looks at me expectantly. "I just thought you were so cute that I had to stop you. What's your name?"

We exchange names.

"So you're my neighbor?!" I ask.

"Oh, you live here?" She says to me.

"Here? No! We're breaking in. We're theives! Can't you see their beanies?" (I point to my two roomates who are walking into the apartment with beanies on and looking back at me with sly grins.)

She laughs.

"Of course we live here! All that is ours up there" (I point to the second floor.)

"Wow, cool. Are you in a band?"

"Wha?? Why do you say that?"

"Well, 'cause why else would you have a big place like that?"

"Well, actually it's something completely different. We wanted to start a house that was a new culture, and the house we wanted to live in. One guy lived in a frat during college, I lived in a co-op. Other guys had other experiences and we wanted something that was a social place for people to get together, but wasn't a disorganized college mess."

We started into this thread of somewhat deeper rapport. I really explained to her what Project San Francisco was all about and what it means to me.

And, then it occurs to me. This girl HAS to come inside.

"Well, hey. You can come up for a minute and take a look."

"Uh..." she says as she backs away a little.

"Oh god, you're creeped out. Never mind. ...
... but hey, you should see it. We've got a fireplace and a pool table and a bar. It's one of a kind."

I continued on like this for a minute or two, "Oh man, you're still like: 'I'm not going up there'" I call out the elephant. "It's awesome you really have to see it. Just for a minute because I've got work to do."

"C'mon!"

"Let's go."

Finally, after much prodding, she agrees.

We begin walking up the stairs and she stops to say "I can't stay long."

Without missing a beat: "I didn't INVITE you for long!"

That set her straight :)

We walk up and of course as soon as she sees the inside she just says "Wow!"

And of course, I bust on her for not believing me. Relentless, I am.

I walk to the front room and put my phone away. I go back and join her: "OK. I'll give you the tour. But, that's it. I really have to work."

I give her the house tour, including the inside of my messy bedroom.
"My room's a mess"

"Well, it smells clean." She says. :) gGrls are so cute.


When she gets under the bright flourescents of the kitchen I'm a little shocked to see her real appearance. But, well, yeah she's still cute. As cute as the other girl? hmmm... maybe. Just about. Close enough.

At this point, she asks if we ever have parties. And, I invite her to our next party. She gets excited and says she will invite her roomates "Three girls. And they're all single too!" She says.

Holy Fuck! I tell her that they must be our sister house. La Projecta San Francisca. (oh, you see how it makes sense now, dontchya)

She agrees wholeheartedly. It's on. I like this girl (in a fun way) I'm excited about the potential here and have no desire to push this. 4 single girls is better than one. Even if they are just our sister house a few blocks away. We can party there, they can party here. It could be a lot of fun. So, I leave it at that and start to kick her out. I give her a big hug, and then another big hug.

She busts on me for the hugs (call's me "So Berkeley") I don't care. She liked it.

I walk her to the door and tell her that we're all gonna hang out and she's super excited too. Fantastic. I can't wait to meet the other three :)

So, the sidewalk in front of the house was fertile ground today. Blessings onto me.

25 more days of this? I'm gonna need god on my side.

G.O.t.D - Day Two - Little Italy

So Day One was rough.

Today, I just stayed home all day.

I looked out the window a bunch of times and saw a bunch of cute girls. None were supper hotties, and I knew that I could find another girl equally as hot if I had to.

But definitely some were cute. A couple of girls looked possibly under-aged. hmm... check the rule book. Still, I passed. I was working and didn't want to be bothered. Oh, this crazy challenge. I decided to just go out at some point for one walk down the street and hit on a girl and go home.

Time kept passing until now (about 9:30PM) And, I knew I had to get this over with.

I walked to Walgreens (I've seen some real hotties there before - occasional strippers getting off work from the Broadway joints) Nothing at Walgreens. I kept walking. Oh, this sucks. I didn't want to do it. I had nothing. I had no energy. I didn't feel good at all and wanted to go home and rest.

Whatever. Gotta do it. A goal's no good if it's easy.

Ok, I pass by the Italian restaurant on the corner of Vallejo. There she is. Fuckin' beautiful. Great body. Blond hair. Nice skin. Tall. Yummmy. I walk past and see menus in her hand. She is the matridee at the restaurant and in the middle of seating some people.

I hover and wait. When she goes back inside, I know what I have to do.

I walk in the front door, cold as fuck. No warm up sets. No talking, just meetings and emails all day long. Not the mood for flirting.

She gets excited that I've come into her restaurant. So I stop her quickly "I'm not here to eat." I say. "And I know you're working."

"I came in because I walked by and saw you and thought you were really cute."

She smiles but looks a little creeped out. My energy's off, not feeling it.

I keep going. "Well, I have this rule that I have to talk to the cutest girl I see all day, and you're it."

Still kinda akward. "Congratulations, you're the winner!" She smiles.

"And I'm a winner too! Yeah!" She laughs! Yes, broke the ice.

At this moment, I look at her, staring into her eyes and I realize "Oh shit, I do this all the time. She's just another cute girl. This isn't hard." The realization pulls me out of my head and into a genuine interaction with her.

Big lesson learned here - let's see if I can articulate. Somehow it hit me on a deeper level that I am a guy who dates hot girls like this. When I walked up to the girl, I felt like I was doing something impossible, like I was going after a beautiful prize. Once I got out of my head, I realized that talking to cute girls like this is what I do.

Hitting on girls when I'm warmed up or at least in a social mindset is so much easier than when I'm thinking about work, life, girlfriend breakups, etc... and not wanting to talk with anyone. But, in all cases, it's still just me.

So, the girl smiled. I stole one of her dinner mints and told her that I live nearby and would probably see her again. (at first she seem thrilled by the idea, perhaps scared I'd be a stalker). But, then I just said "That's it from me." And walked out with a goodbye. She lit up.

It was like the whole time she's thinking "Who is this guy? Is he gonna get creepy?"

And, then when I walked off smiling, she lit up. As if she realized "Oh, he's just a cool guy who talks to girls. Wow, fuckin' cool."

All in all, a great set. And a hot girl.

While I walked the two blocks back home, I knew that she was easily the hottest. Hands down beautiful. Day Two would be a success after all.

Of course, I got home and told Lance "Did it!"

He said "You hit on a girl at WAL-GREENS?"

I said "No, a chick working at Italian Restaurant."

"Oh, you took the easy out."

"She was fuckin' hot."

"Well, yeah. I believe that."


Ok, whatever dude! Easy shmeezy!

G.O.t.D - Day One - The Ballerina

This is my first report from the Girl Of the Day Challenge. For more information check out the original post here:
http://pickuplounge.com/phpBB/viewtopic.php?t=262

Basically it's this simple:
At the end of every day, you ask yourself: "Did I talk to the hottest girl I saw today?"
The answer is either YES or NO. That's it!


I've always been intrigued by this challenge, but never took it on before. So, this is a full report of my entire experience. Bew sure to read the whole thing, as I go through ups and downs. In the end, I learned a lot and since that is really my goal, I give day one an A+

First impression: stressful as hell. When the day began, I really didn't like this challenge. I felt like at any moment I might have to run, yell, crash, jump or whatever just to chase a girl. And, I never knew when that moment would come.

That feeling sucked. And, that's not what pickup is about for me. That's not what life is about. I wasn't having fun. But, I decided to withold my judgement until I gave it a fair chance. Perhaps there was something to be learned.

So, I started out the day feeling good. I saw a cute chinese girl outside my second story window. I knew that I'd see a hotter girl, but I wanted a baseline, just in case. So, I decided to run down the stairs and chase her.

Well, as soon as I opened the door, she was walking up the stairs toward me. Holy !#@*, my upstairs neighbor!

I stop her in the hall and find out that she's been living there for THREE years, and I'd never seen her before. (actually, I think I might have glimpsed her in passing). She was fun, but really shy and wanted to keep walking. So, I let her go, but I'll probably see her again.

I decided to continue my trajectory down the stairs just for good measure. And, down the sidewalk I saw another girl. Black hair dressed all in dark denim. All I could really see was the ass, and it was swaggering nicely.

"Was she hotter?" I had no clue! The stress hit again. Do I run on the question mark of "maybe she's hotter?" or do I just let her go? Well, I figure I have to find out, so I chase her down and tap her on the arm and spin her around and tell her she's cute.

She was Italian or something (strong accent). Not really that hot after all, but probably equal to the other girl. Then this feeling creeps up on me: this irritation with having to judge women.

I've always hated judging things, especially women. I feel like apples and oranges. How could I compare a shy chinese girl with a sassy italian girl. Who's hotter? lord, don't make me decide!

Do I (god forbid) have to rate them?

Ok, I give them both "sevens". I don't like saying it, but I found no other way to make this "hottness" thing work.

So, does that mean I still have to hit on "sevens" all day? Or do I only have to hit on "eights" for the rest of the day? or do I have to go for 7.5s? Or do I have to go for 6.5's that may actually be 7.5s when I get up close and see them clearly? Or maybe I'm crazy and actually they are 8s (I have pretty high standards)? Maybe a girl that is a 7 to me is a 10 to some other guy? Is it my scale or social norm scale?

Oh, they don't call it a challenge for nothing!

When I return to my house, I take a deep breath (a lot of running). I appreciate some of the benefits, so far:
- I found out that I have a cute neighbor, and I talked with her. And intend to talk with her more.
- I got excercise running down the street.
- I met two cute women that I never would've met otherwise.
- I felt powerful for going after what I want.

Do I really have 27 more days of this? !#@*!

So, time passes, and I had to drive across town for some errands.

As I'm driving in the car. I give Dan M a call. I tell him that it's majorly stressful driving in a car! I always see girls that are 7+ while driving in a car, will I have to stop at any minute? Yikes!

As I'm telling him, I see a cute Phillipino type girl getting into her parked car. She's cute! !#@*! Cute enough? !#@*... don't know. As cute? Yes.
Maybe she's an equal, maybe she was two tenths hotter?

I decided to keep driving. She didn't seem hot enough to pull crazy car moves for. And, as I look in front of me there is a stopped car. SLAM on the brakes... wow... narrowly avoided an accident! Oh, this sucks.

Alright, the rest of the drive goes well, and I make it out to the Castro. Mostly cute dudes here, but I know that this is where I'll see the hottest girls today, since gay guys attract hot women - unwritten law.

I go into Crossroads Trading Co. to sell some clothes. Quick scan... hotties?

Well, just more of the same. More girls that are on par with the two I've already hit on. At this point, I've decided to change my mission. This is the only way I'll survive. My new question is:

Did I see any girl hotter than the hottest girl I hit on today?

And, so far the answer is no, so I'm doing fine.

But, one of the staff at the store is perhaps equally cute, so I flirt for good measure.

And, there is this cute asian girl. She's actually perhaps a 6.8 (if we're doing the scale thing still). But, god damn, she's wearing this skirt that makes her ass look so !#@* juicy. She's got this cute style and a happy look on her face that shows a deep inner cool.

!#@* the mission, I like this girl. I approach her and tell her that she's cute. She lights up, and yes, she is as cute as I described. (does this make her 10 for personality? !#@* I hate this "hottness" !#@*) I'm certainly not pushing myself out of any comfort zone here, but I'm having fun! We talk for a while, and we're digging each other. And, then I leave her briefly to go get my money from the cashier. I tell her "hold that thought"

I walk up to the cashier, and I'm about to get my money, when it happens:

"Yes, that girl was DEFINITELY hotter than any girl I've seen today!" I think to myself as I look out the front door and see a major hottie walking down the sidewalk with her MOM!

"!#@*, !#@*... gotta do it! !#@*... gotta go! think quick! Act, Daniel! Act! Go!!!!!"

I turn to the cashier: "I just saw someone I know, I have to run, I'll be right back!" The cashier is some spacey SF girl and she just says "uhhhyeaa" And I'm off. The cashier and the asian shopper both watch me run out the front door. I have to run to catch up to her, but there she is still walking with her mom. Yes... I said mom. Time to turn on the charm!

Mom gets caught looking in a store window. Both of them are distracted, so I have to open with a powerful: "Hey, excuse me."

I get their attention.

"I need to talk to you for a second. ... Are you mother/ daughter?"

"Yes"

(to mom) "Wow. You know, I stopped you because I thought your daughter was so beautiful, and I had to meet her."

(turn to hottie) "Nice to meet you." (hand shake)

The girl seems a little flattered, but mostly surprised. Mom doesn't know what's going on, and I found out later that she didn't speak a word of english. lol.... she didn't understand any of it! But, the girl understood. And I keep talking. Basic, normal small talk. "Do you live around here? How long have you lived here?" I'm just trying to keep the conversation moving.

They are trying to get away and keep walking down the sidewalk. So, I say, "well you should go. It was nice meeting you. What's your name?" She says her name, and I instantly know that it's a Korean name. I tell them that I lived for 1 year in Korea, and instantly they open up. They stop in their tracks.

oh yeeaah!

Now, I keep flowing with conversation, talk a little about Korea, etc... It turns out she's a ballerina in the Korean National Ballet



(She's not necessarily in this photo, but she could be)

I tell her "We should have a cup of coffee sometime."

My heart is still racing from the jog down the sidewalk.

She says "Yeah!"

I say "Give me your number." (I check my pocket and left my phone in the car... damn unpreparedness!)

She writes her cell number down on her business card and hands it to me. *smile*

I'm still a little thrown by the awkwardness of the situation, and I just want to get the hell out of there. Can't put the guard down while gaming in front of mom.

I give them both warm hand shakes and say goodbye. Looking back, it wasn't the most solid game, because I probably would've stayed in another minute or two and vibed before leaving. It didn't feel like a sure thing.

But, I get back into the store and get my money, and then re-approach the asian cutie for a last goodbye and see if something will come of it.

I tell her my little secret that they bought fake diesel stuff from me that I bought on ebay, and they plan to sell it for more than I bought it for. heh heh... scam artists. She laughs. I say that I have to leave, and without any prompting, she says "let me give you my email adress. I'm not good with phones."

Smile! Whenever a girl suggests swapping contact info before I do, I know it's on! This is just a rule for me. Always. This girl wants it!

So, I'm good to go with her and return to my car. Sheesh... wow.

I'm overwhelmed with a sense of joy for taking on this strange challenge. On this particular day, and on this particular situation, I know that I would NOT have approached that ballerina.

I would've approached the cutie shopper any day. And that was good. But, that push outside my comfort zone led to success that I wouldn't have gotten if I hadn't been doing some kind of pickup challenge.

Thank you guys. Thank you!

I know that the set wasn't perfect game, so when I get back to my car I text right away:
"Hey, nice to meet you and your mom right now. You must teach me Korean sometime. Anyeong - Dan"

about an hour later, she texts back
"Nice meeting you too. Anyeong"

So, our first text is out of the way. Things are looking good.

So, I go back to my new rules for the game and decide to take the rest of the day off. IF I saw another girl that was even hotter. Yes, I would've had to approach. But, mostly I just wanted to relax.

I went to Trader Joe's and did some grocery shopping, and went to Nordstrom Rack as well. There were many cute girls. Some real genuine hotties. And I didn't approach any of them. Perhaps this is cheating, but I've got a life to live. And I can honestly say that none were hotter than my ballerina. (Two or three were perhaps equals to the ballerina, and perhaps 10 that were equal or above the girls from the beginning of the day).

I still hate this rating thing. How to compare? I know this will make me sick, but in the end I learned so much today about myself, and I also pushed myself to do something difficult. I'm sure the next 27 days will be full of more learnings, if I survive.

Reading this all, you might be like "Damn, Daniel takes this !#@* way too seriously." And the truth is that I do. When I give myself a mission, I give it my full attention and obsession. If it's worth doing, it's worth getting the most out of.

Cheers to everyone else who got a "yes" for day one.

-Daniel