Whew, where were we last. Back in another part of NC I believe. Moved back to my new home town, and damn it feels good to be back some 1 year later. During that time I dated more girls than any other 1 year period before, and made some new acquaintances though no new close friends. I read "The Game" by Neil Strauss and I believed what he wrote was true for the most part. I just completed my first boot camp in FL and it was life changing. It opened my eyes even more than "The Game" did but more on that later.
I was on the fence for signing up for a boot camp until last weekend when I threw my first real house party at my current pad. I was eyeing a very cute HB7 (hot babe 7/10) black Miller Lite girl who I tailgated with for a college football game the weekend before. At the end of the night it was just her and I on my couch, and she ended up calling a friend (I think a dude) who picked her up after she hugged me goodbye. I stumbled upstairs in a bewildered, drunken stupor and spent the night at the foot of my bed because the room spun too fast when I laid in it.
Two months before that I was all alone for the second time with a white HB9 and being too drunk to do any better asked her directly if she wanted to kiss me (hey, it was in "The Game"). She got up and left. She's competing in a bikini contest tonight after getting back from Mexico Sunday on a free trip for winning...a bikini contest.
My problem is not that I'm unattractive or uneducated or disfigured. It's not that I'm a social outcast. It's that I'm not comfortable with beautiful girls being attracted to me. It's why I hook up with a black stripper fresh off the boat from Africa. And why I date girls from match.com.
Back to the boot camp. First, the highlight of the whole trip was when I was 30-40 min into a set with my wing (body builder from FL, Army body guard in Iraq for 5 years) named Rob. We both ran out of shit to say. It was dreadfully painful, so much that after I spent 5 minutes praying for the two girls to get bored and leave I seriously considered excusing myself to get a drink and going straight back to the hotel, waiting for my flight and being done with it all.
This may sound terrible, and trust me at the time it was. At the time I kept asking why these girls had not left yet, and finally figured it out when I got back home Monday. They hadn't left because I had reached the "hook point" with them. The two of them liked the opener my wing gave, they liked me when I joined them (leaving a plump 41 year old behind whose friend was a sexy Brazilian named Anna [pronounced uh-nuh] who kept eye fucking me), and as bad as our game was at that point they still wanted to go home with us. Realizing this now makes me realize next time I'm at that point in a set, when a girl won't leave no matter how bad my game is, I'm gonna give her a compliment (line) and then spank her ass--hook, line, sinker.
Otherwise the best part was approaching and opening a group of 4 girls on break from University of Florida. The HB8 I opened was a blonde Cuban named Gila who was nothing but smiles the first 5 minutes I talked to her. I got switched over to her brunette HB7 friend Sarah whose facebook info I got. I got 4 numbers that first night including a 5'10" black chick named Nicole.
We did day game Saturday at the mall and I got one number on about 4 approaches. I actually gave my number to an HB7 blonde named Caroline decked out in cowgirl boots, skirt, shirt and hat. I asked her where I could get some 5 hr Energy to cure the after effects from the wild night I had, then complimented her on her getup and asked if she was from Texas. I didn't expect her to actually contact me, but I wasn't surprised when she did 5 minutes after we both recognized each other entering and leaving the same bar.
I was by myself with a group of 3 girls. What they call "pre-selection." What one 3-time world's best pickup artist says is the most powerful of all forms of attraction. His favorite method of pre-selection is to take two fat black chicks into a club. They're always loud and draw attention. Time to put my African stripper to work.
