AoA:LA and AoR:LA, Part Deux

It seems PU101's schedule of classes is increasing in frequency. It's kind of good and kind of bad at the same time-- I like helping out (and rising through the ranks) but man it's SUCH a drain on my resources. My weekend gets shot and my energy reserves are tapped by Monday.

There are positives to the whole thing, though. Instructing students makes me step up my game at a rapid pace because I have to show and prove at the drop of a hat. I also get to pick the brains of other instructors and share and gather knowledge in a concentrated form. Ohh, and there's that whole "make cute girls smile" thing, I guess that's kinda fun. ;-)

Some sets of note for posterity's sake:

(1) AoR Saturday night. Hung out with the PU101 interns at Saddle Ranch for an hour or so (I was DEAD tired and just wanted to chill and have a beer). While flirting with the waitresses in the outdoor seating area of Saddle Ranch, Gamer* and I both notice this table with one cute blonde surrounded by 3 guys. None of the guys looked like her boyfriend just from observing how they sat and interacted. A couple of times the blonde looked at Gamer and/or myself-- like strong, solid eye contact.

After a couple more rounds of flirting with the waitresses I excused myself from our group and approached their table. I got the attention of the guys and gal at the table, and:

ME: Excuse me, guys. Do you mind if I talk to your friend for a second?
ORBITING GUY FRIEND: Which one?
ME: Her. <Turn to the chick, who is seated close to where I'm standing now> I was sitting over there with my friends and I noticed you, and you're really cute. I had to come meet you.
HER: ^_^ I'm Rebecca!

I introduce myself to her and to her friends (don't be rude, now) and ask how they know each other. She says that they're all old classmates. Architects, it turns out. Cool.

I lean up against the railing and vibe with her for a little bit. At one point She asks what I do, so I take that opportunity to drop things into medium Rapport. I share one of my Identity stories, talking about how I enjoy being a catalyst in peoples' lives. Things were starting to go somewhere, conversation-wise...

...until the orbiter interrupts our conversation by asking Rebecca about her plans for this coming weekend. My Rapport doesn't trump his Rapport in this instance (remember: classmates), so I lose her attention. It didn't feel right to re-engage her with some Attraction material so I let it go and just vibe with the other two guys for a couple minutes until I decide to leave. I tell them all that it was a pleasure meeting them and exit gracefully.
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(2) AoR Sunday afternoon, Melrose Ave. Was instructing one of the students, J. and one of the interns, B. No particular sets hooked for me, but I did get a LOT of practice opening Mother/Daughter and Father/Daughter sets. It helped me calibrate that timing and how to address both people with the proper energy and respect towards the parents.

There was one missed opportunity that I regret not taking action on-- there was a stacked blonde chick on the other side of the street walking by and I couldn't get a good look at her face, so I hesitated running across the street (that is, across Melrose Ave, not a side street) to open her Direct. Lesson learned: take action anyways. If it turns out she's not what I'm looking for I can always just keep walking past her.

I had one fantastic blow-out in a jewelry store. I approached some Lebanese-looking girl from the side with the start of my 1-2-3:

ME: Excuse me, do you know if there's a Bank of America around he--
HER: No. <Turns away>
ME: ...
ME: <Walk away and engage the Korean chick behind the counter>

It didn't phase me at all, I just thought it was REALLY funny. It's that girl's loss, ultimately, we could've had a fun interaction.
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*Handles used to protect the identities of the innocent (and not so innocent, as the case may be. ^_^;; ).

An Evening at Villa Sorriso (Pasadena, CA)

Today I had previous engagements so I had to skip out on instructing at AoA for this evening (although I'll be back tomorrow). In the morning I participated in a graphic design portfolio review down at Cal State Long Beach and by the time I was done I was nearly asleep. I made the long drive back up the 110 to LA (half-asleep, not a good idea) and hit the sack for an hour to recharge.

Drove up to Pasadena for a buddy's birthday dinner shindig at Villa Sorriso, an upscale dining experience at the west end of Old Town Pasadena. Good food, good company, good times.

The restaurant converts to a dance spot later in the evening, so we hung out there until the party started going into full swing. My buddy's drunk but taken care of so I go and work the crowd. I'm in socializing mode and I'm using no canned routines or anything-- just walking around and talking to people like the sexXxy beast I am. :-)

One interaction went pretty well and I learned a lot about kino calibration and just exuding sexuality. She was standing at the front in the smoking area with two of her friends and I was finishing up a cigarette and convo with some guys I was engaging. She kept looking in my direction, although I didn't know if she was looking at me or the guys behind me, but it didn't matter. I went up to her, told her she's cute in a playful but confident way, aaaand we're off to the races. She's a voluptuous lil' Latina, and she's cute enough that I want to talk to her. We talk for a few, get the hand test in (passed) and engage her friends for a few minutes until they decide to hit up the bar. I'm whatever about it and say I'll catch them later.

Fast forward 20 minutes I run into them again outside while they're having drinks. I bust on them by playfully accusing them of stalking me, which gets them laughing. My girl suggests we go dance and I happily oblige. I lead her to the dance floor by her hand and hand test again (passed again) and we start grindin' on the dance floor. She's into it and rubs up on my goods for the bulk of our dancing and I let my hands wander around her butt. She keeps pushing them away but I pay it no mind, it's not a big deal to me. We leave the dance floor after a couple of minutes because the DJ sucks and keeps changing the style of music, and I tease her about charging her $20 for the dance. Rejoin her friends where they head to the bar (again), I let them go and head in the other direction.

Fast forward 20 minutes (again), I'm on the phone with a good buddy of mine just shooting the shit and in my peripheral I see my lil' Latina sitting in the corner getting hit on by some douche. I'm debating whether to go rescue her or not, but I'm still on the phone with my buddy so I decide not to. Besides the fact that I really wasn't THAT into her (although I'm fairly certain she'd be down for a ONS) I didn't want to hang up on my buddy.

Some of you might be saying "WTF? Go get the chick and fuck her!". A part of me would agree, but another part doesn't really WANT sex for the sake of it especially with a chick that I only *sort of* think is attractive. I took the lesson instead, which I'll be able to apply to chicks that I *REALLY* dig (read: Korean chicks with limited english abilities).

So, what have we learned tonight, kids?
-I'm one sexXxy beast, grrrr baby, yeah!
-I'm more or less non-reliant on routines now and just state the obvious and let my body language do the rest of the work
-I DEFINITELY need to work on my dance floor game. It was serviceable with this chick but I do think there's more for me to learn there
-I should've kinoescalated to the point that she vocalizes wanting to bounce if only for the experience
-Being outcome independent is a great feeling. :-)

PU101's Art of Attraction: LA

So I've been tapped as an in-field-coach-in-training for PU101's AoA:LA this weekend. I don't know what to feel about it, really.

On the one hand I like the fact that they're asking me to help them out because it's in my nature to be helpful to people and to get enjoyment out of the process. On the other hand it's in a"try-out" role, which I can sort of understand but at the same time I can't help but feel like my time may not be appreciated.

I hate when people waste my time. It's a pet peeve of mine. This is one of the reasons I loathe jury duty: my time is undervalued by other people and I just want to headbutt their grandma for it.

I learned a lot from their workshops when I attended, which is why I'm willing to donate my time in the first place. I just hope they utilize my time and appreciate my presence and experience and not make me regret being such a generous person.

I'm going to try and maintain a positive outlook on this. Maybe I'll get some ONS's or a day2 out of this from some chicks I meet this weekend. That'd be a nice reward.

FR: The Edison

Quickly--

Went to a new bar in Downtown LA called The Edison (bar in converted turn-of-the-century power plant). Dope venue, no cover, TONS of cute chicks. This is my new Friday night spot, methinks. :-)

Only one noteworthy set:

Opened a 2f-set near stage. Engaged them with nothing flashy in terms of Attract (the venue didn't feel all that ADD, despite the music, so I didn't feel like I had to dig deep into the bag of tricks). Buddy came to wing me, so I talked with the cute 31 y/o Pinay of the set.

What was interesting was that she is very much a Type "A" personality-- very talkative, VERY kinesthetic (probably a Scorpio or a Pisces), very engaging. This threw my game a lil' since I was used to girls that I had to pry info out of, so I brought things down to Rapport energy levels and let her do most of the talking.

Long story short-- got a #close (I know, I know...), played with her for a little bit on the phone, then bid her and her group adieu. This morning sent her a playful text to see if I'd made a good enough impression to get her to text back and get the ball rolling.

Hey, how's my globetrotting gymnast doing today? :-) -JS

(She's well-travelled and a former gymnast, hence the above references)

Didn't get an immediate response so I was like, "Whatever", and went about my day.

Around 11:00pm she texted me back, so there might be something there to pursue. Ohh, I forgot to mention that she's engaged. Not that I'm letting that stop me, that just means I have to be more discreet about stuff. :-)

The Missed ONS

Just wanted to put this up here for posterity so I don't forget. Was at a social mixer for professionals in Santa Monica (got one soft contact close from a cute Korean chick, could've been better but her friend was there the entire time) and hung out with some people from the Santa Monica Lair.

Afterwards went to Busby's on Santa Monica Blvd. to hang out, talk, and play some table tennis. While sitting down near the entrance to the table tennis room and talking with a newbie about game this drunk chick (I'd give her, like, a 6 or 7 on the numeric scale) rolls up behind us and is staring at the table tennis. I open her, light banter, introductions. Eye contact is good, so I start rampin' the kino and I can just tell it's on. I do some basic Rapport with her and keep kinoescalating.

The problem is the newbie won't take the hint and leave. He's engaging her the *whole* time in logical BS and I can't help but cringe on the inside. :-\ Eventually she leaves.

If the newbie weren't there it could've been sooo easy to just say, "So are you ready to leave?" and bounced her right then and there.

In hindsight I should've just boxed out the newbie (asshole move, but necessary) and kinoescalated her to the point of bouncing. A lesson learned, regardless.

FR: Beverly Center

OBSERVATIONS
-Relax and smile. It goes far.
-Being honest with your intentions can work if you're sincere about it and not dicking her around
-Discretion is the better part of valor... or something

THE STORY
Went back to the Beverly Center tonight as per my normal scheduled time to go... somewhere where girls gather. I had spent the previous two hours looking for some web programmer interns for work at The Art Institute of LA so I was socially warm already. I had four interactions, all with Hired Guns (because, hey, they're relatively easy):

1) Blonde in first-floor of Bloomingdales. I flubbed this one pretty bad but pushed through it to Rapport, which was choppy and disjointed at best. After about 5 minutes I bid her adieu.

2) White girl from Iowa working in Kenneth Cole store. She was cute (kind of a Meg Ryan quality to her face) so I went in and told her so. She was physically ill so I had no opportunity for kino other than the handshake (she was holding a crumpled kleenex in hand and looked tired) but went through my Rapport stack anyways. Rapport went well (and was good practice for me) so I went for the day2, got the BF answer. I said "cool" and wished her a good evening.

3) Chinese girl working in the Gelato place up in the food court. High School senior(!) and a little chubby but cute nonetheless. Just vibed with her, got some logistical info (like the whole "I'm in High School" thing), flirted a lil' then bid her a pleasant evening. This one's a fine line that I'm walking, since I don't like jail.

4) Korean chick in Armani Exchange. I'll elaborate on this interaction because it almost caught me off-guard:

HER: Excuse me do you need any help?
ME: No, I'm just poking around.
HER: OK... [starts to leave]
ME: Actually... one thing...
HER: ???
ME: I know this is a little random... but I just had to say you're really cute.
HER: :-D Thanks! High-five!
ME: [Almost got caught off-guard by this reaction] No, wait, you get a Low-five... [low-five her]
HER: :-\ :-)
ME: OK... now you get a high-five, too! [high-five her]
HER: [laughs] [starts to walk away]
ME: [Grip her fingers a little] Wait, what's your name?
HER: C____. :-)
ME: I'm John. :-)

From here I get about 30 seconds of Wide Rapport before some customer comes in and pulls her away. :-\ I chill and do some shopping, then re-open for a little bit. Flirt a lil' and ask her if some shirt I grabbed makes me look hot or sexy and get her to laugh. Find out she's from the same hometown as I am(!) so I roll with that for a second before she's pulled away again.

I go try on some clothes then come back out.

ME: Hey, C______.
HER: :-)
ME: I know you're REALLY busy right now, but I want to take some time to get to know you. When do you get out of work tonight?
HER: 10:30pm.

From there we waffle on her schedule some, but it's nothing solid. So I go for the contact close.

ME: Let me get your number and I'll call you tomorrow so we can set up a time to meet.
HER: :-\ ...
ME: Just tell me, I'll memorize it. I don't want to put you on the spot.
HER: :-) 700-6...
ME: Wait, [grab a random shirt] take me to a changing room.
HER: :-D

Get into a spare changing room, get her number properly and give her a quick call so she has my number in her cell phone.

Leave the store and leave a voicemail that goes like this:

"Hey C_____ this is John, that sexy and/or hot guy you met at work in A|X. I just wanted to leave you a message so you know what my voice sounds like on the phone. I'll give you a call tomorrow so we can set up a time to meet next week. Talk to you later. :-)"

I'm going to teach myself Korean

I know what I like, for the most part, when it comes to women. My list of types of women I'd like to copulate with goes something like this:

• Koreans
• Japanese
• Chinese/Filipinos
• Redheads
• Some blondes (mostly those with sharp, Scandanavian features)
• Persians

It's uncanny: I can pick out a Korean chick from 20 paces with just a sideways glance and my gut goes, "ROWR!". I don't understand the *WHY* aspect of it, but I do know I like them.

Therein lies the rub-- most Korean chicks I run into are (A) FOBs or (B) very-nearly FOBs and the language barrier is frustrating like nothing else. I don't know how Daniel does it, man; I need to pick that man's brain one of these days.

So with that in mind I'm going to give this Rosetta Stone software a go and see if I can't string together some 2nd-grade Korean blather for those situations when they FOB out on me. Hard to build a connection with just broken English and sparse kino.

(ASIDE: Some people I've known say it's a "DLV" to speak in an ESL chick's native tongue. To those people, I say fvck off. Sorry, had to get that off my chest...)

FR: Movie Moment at The Standard

OBSERVATIONS
-Movie Moment, man, it's the nuclear option
-Don't let little things like noisy music, waiters with food, or a table full of PUAs watching you deter you from your Goals
-Actresses are people, too

THE STORY
This is, by far, my greatest achievement in terms of approaches to date (at least in my mind). This is my first HB9+, my first actress, and my third genuine Movie Moment.

It's the end of AoA:LA and the remaining coaches, field instructors and master students head out to grab a bite to eat at the restaurant inside The Standard hotel. Everyone is dog-ass tired and we're just sitting and vibing with each other.

It also happens to be Oscar night in Hollywood and you can see it reflected in the restaurant's clientele: people dressed to the 9's, tuxes, diamonds, shiny shoes. Industry people. Actors. Directors. Key Grips. They all seem to filter in and out of the restaurant with nary a side glance, like old timers in the neighborhood bar.

Sitting, chilling, talking, relating, looking arou-- and they walk in. Two cute chicks dressed to kill catch my eye. They're seated at a booth about 20 feet away. The soft reddish glow of the bulbs makes things cozy and low-resolution, but my gut knows a hot chick when I see one. It knows it doubly well when I see two of them.

I pause internally. I glance over to their table from time to time to make sure my gut wasn't just hungry for some tortilla soup (which is delicious at The Standard, by the way). Originally the blonde of the pair had caught my eye. I fancied her for a bit, until her friend turned her head. WOW. Japanese-looking chick causes me to catch my breath for a second. I can feel my jaw slacken and my breathing get deeper just looking at her.

Chit chat, chit chat. Our table is having fun talking amongst themselves but I'm lost in my own little world, watching and waiting for the right time to stand up and talk to the pair. I've already resolved internally to go up and talk to them, now all I needed to do was time things right. In the past I had been cockblocked by a variety of people and inanimate objects, all due to poor planning on my part. I have a feeling all those miscalculations were a gift, since they taught me what NOT to do for this very moment.

I notice the waiter finishing up their order. I stand up, take a deep breath, shake it out. I focus on the excitement in my gut, that welling sense of great things on the horizon for me and this raven-haired beauty. I walk up slowly as I can, the whole time thinking, feeling, approaching, relaxing, breathing.

I stop at their table. I look at them both.

I extend my hand ever so slightly over their table in their direction.

A moment passes. I wait.

Another beat. The blonde one looks up. Hrrm. Not as cute up close. But that's besides the point at this juncture.

ME: "Excuse me... do you mind if I talk with your friend for a second?"

The space of several heartbeats pass.

BLONDE: "Sure."

I turn my attention to the target of my Attraction. Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum. I gaze into her almond-shaped eyes.

ME: "I know this may sound random, but... I saw you enter the restaurant... and I knew I had to meet you."

The silence can be deafening, even with Gnarls Barkley blaring over the house system.

A look of shock crosses her face. Then a small, demure smile appears on her lips.

ME: "I'm John."

HER: "I'm N_______."

Don't forget her friends, now...

ME: [To her friend] I'm John."

BLONDE: "I'm Anna."

ME: [To N.] Do you mind if I join you for a second?

N: Sure.

I sit, her purse a seemingly insurmountable cowhide barrier between us. I don't let it deter me from making that physical connection, though.

We vibe like normal people do. Like old friends do when they haven't seen each other in a long time. Very calm, very light. I kino her leg a lot under the table and she doesn't seem to notice it or pay it heed. Good, it means we're flowing. She's a little on the quiet side, but that's okay, it's my job to lead things, to share, to bring her into my world. I must be brave enough to shed my armor and to run headlong into the abyss.

"Hey, you look like you need someone to talk to while my friend flirts with your friend."

I glance up. My main man Niels. I introduce him to the pair. He slides in and keeps Anna's attention while I continue to vibe with N. Niels is smoooooth. I owe this man a drink.

N. and I talk for what seems like forever. There are minor blips and bumps in the conversation, but that's to be expected. Few flights are ever turbulence-free. I continue to kino her leg, under the table, away from prying eyes. Our knees touch, lightly, like Eskimo kisses on the patella. They remain that way for the entire conversation. In retrospect I could've ramped my kino even harder considering it was all hidden from view. That will be a lesson learned for another day.

She's from Canada, partly of Japanese descent. She's down here with friends for a couple of weeks. Business woman. Accredited Actress. Introvert in some ways. She sheds a layer of psychological armor for me in Rapport. Good, it means she's getting comfortable.

ME: "You seem really cool. We should hang out some time."
N: "Ya, definitely."
ME: "Cool, let me have your number."
N: "E-mail is better, since I'm traveling and doing business down here."
ME: "OK, here write it down."
N: [writes]
ME: "Write down your phone number, too, just in case." [credit: DYD]
N: [writes her phone number]

I pocket the number and vibe for a little bit more. I'm searching a bit for things she's in to. There are still many layers of armor on her, and that's fine, many Asian girls are like this. It will take some more privacy and sharing on my part to get her to shed that armor and meet me, emotionally naked, on common ground.

A pause in the conversation. She takes a sip of her mint tea. Now is a good time to leave, on a high note. I stand up, saying something about our food coming to our table soon. Niels is still locked in conversation with Anna, so I stand and wait. It's fine, just a minor miscalculation on my part. Their food arrives soon after, and Niels takes that as his cue to leave. I tell N. I'll email her tomorrow morning. I thank Anna for the pleasure of her acquaintance. Niels and I walk back to our table and sit. Calm. Shocked. Buzzing. All that. I'm happy.

I'm not certain how to adjust my day2 game plan for travelers from out of country. I figure keeping things routine will be fine. If I did my Attract and Rapport correctly, she'll come to me. And then we can connect even deeper. However, I must act with urgency, due to the obvious time constraint of her business here in the 'States. Go for the gusto. Claim what's mine.

Footnote: 30 minutes later, a guy approaches their table and strikes up a conversation with them. Bad body language. Simply atrocious. Lots of leaning in, psychological space not being respected at all. Fliz has his picture taken and captures the painful moment (over his shoulder) for future digital clarity and baleful example. The guy sits down at the far end of the table. His wing shows up. Second verse, same as the first. A THIRD WING shows up, they sit. It's bad. Part of me wants to go rescue these chicks from the AFC'ness of it all, but I'm advise by men wiser than I to lay back. My job is done already, these guys aren't getting anywhere but a polite handshake and possibly a bar tab.

Refining my Day2 steez, part II: Electric Vindaloo

So I had another day2 tonight that went a LOT better than last night's. I think it's due to the fact that she's a much more compatible personality type to mine's (she's a Capricorn, I'm a Virgo, if you care). In any case, here's the breakdown:

After receiving my new couch in my pad (which is pimp, by the way, got it from www.viesso.com) she arrived. I had her park in my garage (which is an arrangement I had with my brother/roommate) and took her upstairs because I had to "finish some email stuff". She's just as cute as I remember her, so I'm diggin' it. She gave me a hug when she arrived which was the basic ass-out hug you give to sort-of friends and relatives you don't really care for. Gave her the grand tour of the apartment (which is still being put together, hence the moniker The Death Star), which ended with my bedroom. After a couple of minutes we head out to the Starbucks.

On the walk down she's very talkative, which makes my job TONS easier. I still lead the conversation, and lead her into vulnerability by sharing stories about my life. I don't run any Rapport routines, I just keep sharing and leading and kino'ing the sh!t out of her.

We get to the Starbucks and post up outside for more than an hour (possible tactical mistake, since I told her from the get-go that I only had an hour in my schedule). She sits first, which allows me to maneuver my chair to a side-by-side position, and we vibe. She is, by far, the coolest, most put-together chick I've ever met. She's about the same age as me (29) and she's got a plan and a dream for her life, which turn me the fvck on. At one point I straight-up SOI her: "I like you. You're really cool and you've got a dream and goals. I dig that."

As it stands she's very business-goal oriented and has to help take care of her mother at home, so I have to keep those things in mind for future interactions (read: RAPID kinoescalation on day3 because of time constraints). On the walk back I get a little hand-holding but not much more. High five test was a little flat, as well, but the vibe was there so I'm going to give this another go-round to see if she's just a little shy on the first date. Now I just have to get things more private and kinoescalate like there's no tomorrow.

Refining my Day2 steez

So I had a day2 tonight with a co-worker (Yes, I know the whole "Don't shit where you eat", but still...). In short: no sexual spark was there, but I still got good experience from it. Random thoughts posted for posterity:

-Doing the whole "show her the bedroom but leave soon after" thing worked OK this time.

-I set up the seating in Starbucks to be side-by-side, but she changed it to face-to-face. Tried to mitigate it by angling my seat off to the side and eventually getting her to pull up closer, at least. Still, not ideal.

-Conversation turned to sex about halfway in (30 min), which was cool to be frank with a chick about her sexual history. I'll have to refine this a bit, I think, to where I lead into this with a story or two to make it more comfortable.

-Misstep when she asked if I was seeing anyone. My answer was something like, "Well, now that would be telling.", after which I tried to backtrack to, "No, I don't have a girlfriend right now". Mental note: prepare an answer for this question that's specifically vague. I'm open to suggestions.

-Kinoescalation on the walk to/from was difficult for some reason. Weather was cold so she was cross-armed the whole time which made it hard to read if she was comfortable with the kino or not. We bumped our bodies into each other a lot, but still hard to read.

-I left my garage door opener in my apartment, so I had her come up again so I could get it. The kino wasn't there and I couldn't hand-check her the whole night so I wasn't sure where I was in that regard.

-Asked for a hug, got the limp side-hug, busted on her and made her give me a full body hug. The spark just wasn't there, not even in me. Hrrmm, oh well. :-\

I have another day2 tomorrow with a chick I met in Matrixfillmore in SF (she lives sort of close-by in Alhambra), so basically second verse same as the first. Hopefully the kino will flow better with this one, but we'll see if I still have that gut-level attraction for her.

FR: Day Game in a Whale's Vagina

OBSERVATIONS
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-A = Always, B = Be, C = Cobbli-- err, I mean Closing
-Be flexible and think quickly on your feet with the end goal (f-close, day2, instadate) in mind. Eyes on the prize, gentlemen, eyes on the prize...
-Smooth sensual kino, man, it does WONDERS. Fuck all that Opinion Opener asexual indifference bullsh!t. My words are boring, but my kino's *sensual*. She knows which message to listen to. B-)

THE STORY
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Drove down to SD to meet up with RK for a lil' Day Game. Since it was raining this morning we hit up Fashion Valley, an indoor/outdoor mall. Hit up a couple of sets, the most notable one being the one below:

Went into Z Gallerie to window shop and talk to girls. Cute blonde worker there catches my eye, and the conversation can be paraphrased as such:

HER: Do you need any help?
ME: Yeah. Do you think girls would like to jump onto this down comforter [on some demo bed next to us] on this bed?
HER: Probably. :-)
ME: [Banter and LOTS of kino, which I've been refining]
HER: [Responding very positively to the interaction]
ME: [More banter and generous kino]
HER: So, do you have any other questions?
ME: No, I just wanted to flirt with you because you're so cute.
HER: :-) Well, we also have some bedding items over here...
ME: Cool, show me [grab hand to drag her along, Hand Test passed, so I let go]
ME: [Post up on other demo bed, enter Rapport]

One of her co-workers comes within earshot of us and it kind of freaks me out a little bit, so I stand up and talk with the co-worker a little bit. She soon leaves.

HER: So how long are you going to be in SD? [Subtle IOI if I've ever heard one]
ME: Only for a couple of hours. [D'oh! misstep on my part-- I can always drive back to LA late]
ME & HER: [Continue Rapport convo]

Eventually I let her get back to work. In hindsight I should've contact closed her, if anything just because it's a good habit to have. :-\

...actually, scratch that. I should've day2'd her for later that day, gone back to RK's place for my car, then met up with her for some happy fun times. :-\ Hindsight's always 20/20.

FR: Babalu

Much better this time around, although not quite there yet--

Had lunch at a new place called Babalu on Michigan and 10th Street in Santa Monica. Good food, but a touch pricey. While sitting at the solo seatin' bar eating my chicken risotto this trio of cute white girls walks in. Yes, Mikey likes. They look a touch on the young side, but my gut tells me they're legal enough.

I get my check, take a deep breath, and stand up. They're seated perfectly-- the two friends on one bench with my target on the other. I approach, and it's textbook:

ME: [To her friends] Excuse me, guys, do you mind if I talk to your friend for a second?
THEM: Sure.
ME: [To target] Hi, this might sound kind of random, but I was sitting over there and I noticed you, and you're really cute you know that?
HER: [Lit up like an Xmas tree]
ME: I'm John.
HER: I'm J______.
ME: [Introduce myself to her friends as well]
ME: Do you mind if I sit and talk for a second?
HER: Sure!

My Rapport's still locking up in my head a lil', but I try to push through and remain calm. She's obviously nervous-- talking a mile a minute and using her hands a LOT. She's a recent graduate of a Cosmotology school (read: *young*) and so are her friends that she's catching up on old times with before I came over. At one point I push for the coffee day2, and that's when she springs the "I have a BF". Typical, but I don't know if I can push past it with her friends sitting right there. So I just say, "Cool," and let them get back to their reunion.

So I hit two daily goals in one place-- eat at a new place for lunch and attempt to day2 close a chick I like. Not bad for an hour's work. Plus good food! :-) Now I just have to repeat this, ohhh, 9 more times today and I'll be on a roll. ;-)

The ONS that almost was

OBSERVATIONS
-Hand Test rules all. Use it all the time.
-Strippers are people, too.
-Don't forget to check phone numbers on the spot. I forgot to do this on this occasion, but it turns out it was fine.
-Logistics can be a bitch sometimes. Once you've got Rapport and you're trying to lock down logistics be somewhat flexible if you want to make things happen. The World does NOT revolve around just you, in case you didn't notice. ;-)

THE STORY
This was sooo close to being an ONS. :-\

I was in Las Vegas this weekend with some friends for the UFC match at Mandalay Bay. Afterwards some of us went to Olympic Gardens, a strip club at the north end of The Strip (near Stratosphere).

ASIDE: Now for those of you that have never been to a strip club, please understand that this is a place of business where the standard Rules of Engagement have to be modified. Remember that the girls are basically at Work and their time is money (literally). Any kino that they do off the bat or SOI's they give you without provocation are not what they seem, so don't jump straight to Rapport. Run Attraction, then do the Hand Test. If they pass, go to Rapport, else run more Attraction.

Also remember to treat their time with respect-- it's the same situation as you hitting on a bartender or a waitress or any other girl who's at work.

Minutes upon entering the club my brother and I get propositioned by a cute Korean looking chick-- well, cute at least until she shook my penis to say hello. I don't know about you guys but that shit ain't as sexy or hot as it sounds, especially since it's more like a rough grab of the junk than a smooth caress of any kind. I banter her off of us and we post up at a table.

After about 10 minutes of watching the stage dancers I get BORED. I never would have thought this would be possible but I was actually disinterested in looking at boobies. :-\ I decide my time would be better spent walking around the room and approaching the strippers as if this were a normal club filled with cute women.

I work the room for a bit and make general chit-chat with several strippers, and at one point I get hungry so I go for a slice of sub-par strip club pizza. While chowin' down on my pizza, a stripper, HBBoots, comes up and orders a slice for herself. She props up a leg on the counter to get the money from her zip-up boots:

ME: So, THAT'S where you guys keep your money!
HER: [Smiles]
ME: Cuz you know, you've basically got here [point to chest], here [point to crotch], and after that you kind of run out of options.
HER: [Laughs]

She's kinda cute and I'm not initially attracted off the bat, so we just stand there and chit-chat about life, clubs, and strippers while eating slices of pepperoni pizza.

After about 5 minutes I ask to bum one of her cigarettes and we go off to sit in the club somewhere and basically vibe. We find a pair of seats kind of far from the main stage, and we face our chairs pointing away from the stage, side-by-side. All the way up to here I've kept the kino very sparse (on purpose) and only as an incidental touch-- like if I hit a high point in a conversational thread, for example. The more we talk and the more points of compatibility we hit, though, the more she's turning me on, so I escalate kino as such.

At one point I SOI her a certain way:

ME: You know, I'm finding you really attractive, but I don't want to ruin what we have by asking for a lap dance from you.

HER: Well, we can go to the VIP room and we can do the "3 dances for $100" deal but I'll stay and chat with you for half an hour because I really like talking to you, too.

I take her up on her offer and I lead her to the VIP Room (I scoped the entire place prior so I knew where shit was). Once inside we basically get into Deeper Rapport and kino escalation. The whole time I'm ALWAYS checking in with her hands (while talking does she play back with my fingers? If I squeeze does she squeeze back? Etc.) When she gives me some lap dances I push/pull the kino a LOT, and when we're just sitting side by side I keep the kino warm but playful at times.

ASIDE #2: I've noticed a strange trend specifically with strippers where they say "you're so sweet". THOSE EXACT WORDS. Multiple times from separate strippers on different occasions. Not sure what to make of it; I normally just say "thank you" and roll with it.

After about 20 minutes I'm pretty sure I've got her worked up to the point of wanting to hook up, so I try to lock down the logistics of the evening. She has a house up in Summerlin (about 30 minutes from the Vegas Strip) where she has her own horses, dogs, and cats, and she works two jobs (the stripper job and something else). She had also asked how long I was in Vegas and where I was staying at this point, so I knew we were on the same wavelength. She's still trying to earn enough $$$ for the evening (by this time it's about 3:00am) so pulling her back to the hotel right then and there was a difficult proposition. I let that conversation fall in and out between other things we talked about (and more kino escalation) to see whether we could make it work that evening. Since it was looking like a no-go for that night we instead set up something for that coming morning around 9:00am, after she took care of her animals at home. She programmed her full, real name into my cell phone and agreed on a time to get together.

We left the VIP room shortly after, and we rejoined my brother out on the main floor. I introduced them to each other, small chit chat, then I let her get back to work.

Fast forward to the next day. I'm zonked out of my mind from sleep deprivation but I try to contact her anyways. 8:30am I give her a ring, but her phone goes straight to voicemail (and she says her first name in the greeting so I know it's the right one). This makes some sense to me since I'm sure she was there until probably 5:00 or 6:00am. I try contacting her again at 10:00am but no dice, then finally get ahold of her at 1:00pm. She sounds like she's barely awake and her recant of her morning confirms why (lots of chores regarding her horses). That afternoon was a no-go, so I reluctantly tell her we'll have to get in touch again the next time I'm in Vegas. Whether this happens or not is difficult to say-- since we didn't fuck it'll be difficult to maintain any level of connection with her. Only time will tell, I suppose.

Clark Kent Syndrome

This is a total aside but pseudo-related. But not really. Anyways...

So you've discovered you're Superman, and that you can fly, shoot heat rays from your eyes, and can punch through solid steel. And that's great, while you're wearing the costume. But, in order to eat, you have to take a job as mild-mannered Clark Kent. Plain, friendly, somewhat supplicative Kansas farm boy that does his job without making many waves. But man, you want nothing more than to sweep the Lois Lanes of the office off their feet and fly them into the clouds for some Mile-High action. But you can't.

When I first joined the company that I work at we had a "Getting to Know You" minute during my first lunch here, where I basically outed myself as a PUA. Why'd I do this? I don't know. A part of me felt compelled to say it, maybe to keep myself in check while working. I was very kino'y with everyone but especially with the girls in the office, and particularly with one of the Account Management chicks (who has since moved on with her career).

I've toed the "sexual harrassment guidelines" line a lot and even went over the edge a tiny bit with one chick. I've since scaled back my kinesthetic endeavours and even scaled back my style of dress (from punk rock leather bands and flashy belt buckles to a lot more subtle wardrobe) for the sake of preserving and nurturing my career here.

...which leads me back to Mr. Kent. We've since undergone some minor staffing changes and brought in some fresh meat new female associates. I haven't told any of the new people what it is I do, or really what it is that I AM when I'm not at work. I don't really feel compelled to tell them, but at the same time I still feel like I'm putting on a show of sorts; I play the nice guy when really I'd like nothing more than to bend several of these chicks over their desks and have some fun with them.

I don't know where this rant is leading, I just felt like putting this out there in the universe.

First Post! w00t!!!11

This is going to be my personal space to post up my thoughts and track my progress in relation to bringing more quality women into my life. Some of the things you'll read here may seem controversial or even downright mysogynistic. Please know that my intentions come from a place of love and if you don't understand the "why" behind what I do, well, you're not reading deep enough into things.

I'm going to copy/paste some old posts I had on another blog to here for posterity's sake, after which I'll be posting my more recent thoughts and shit.