Sparking Instant Attraction Through Forward & Sexual Game [Screenshots From July 8th 2016]

What’s up fellow seducers, another insightful post on gaming a random hottie on social media, getting her instantly attracted and wanting to bang you ASAP!

This interaction goes back few weeks. So let’s get right into it.

The interaction began with a general introduction which we went back and forth on for a bit. I cut the boring talk and went right into my schtick.








By the way, here’s a pic below of said girl. Look @ the rack on her! No wonder I was mesmerized by her juicy-ass tits.😯




Long story short: this went into a bit of sexting, we exchanged nudies, and as you could see from the last screenshot (above), she attempted to call me through Messenger (on her own volition), however I missed the call.

I decided not to pursue this further to an actual # swap and meetup because I had tons of other new pulls in the pipeline. So it didn’t make any actual sense to pick up this girl who was clearly DTF for me, when I couldn’t realistically fit her into my busy schedule of meet ups, since I already had numerous girls prioritized on my proverbial hit list.

In any case, what I want to emphasize to you here, is how easy it is to go from 1 to 100 within a heartbeat, to creating instant attraction with a random hottie.

The chat started off as normal as possible, with a lame-ass introduction on my part.

I didn’t even intend to game, nor to attract this girl.

However, I just decided to turn on the forwardness in a charmful manner, then took it from there with my usual classic schtick of getting girls pregnant, etc.

By now, you’ve seen tons and tons of Facebook pickups where I game/charm girls on the basis of telling them I want to knock them up.

Who would’ve ever thought that telling a random stranger during the first few seconds of chatting, that you wanted her to have your babies, would become a winning routine as far attraction building goes?

Furthermore, you knew she became DTF and was open to meeting up with me, once she asked me, “where you stay”?

On top of that, and to solidify the case that she REALLY became attracted to me [my vibe, not my looks]: she rang me upon her own free will.

I never told her to call me through Messenger as you had seen in the chat above.

She was dying to talk to me: this random guy who managed to get her hooked within minutes of conversation…online!

Powerful shit!

Most guys would beg a girl to allow them to call her via Messenger. Or most guys would flat out, cold-call the girl in annoying fashion, and get rejected and blocked within a heartbeat.

However, I don’t even have to take that route of asking or begging a girl to allow me to call her.

They take it upon themselves- 75% of the time- to randomly ring me.:):)

This all boils down to my method of sparking instant attraction through a combination of forwardness, sexualness and humor.

Humor (being humorous and funny) negates potential blowback from coming on (too) sexual.

Most guys get in trouble (as far as toeing the line of rejection when chatting up a stranger online), when they are sexual without the humor.

Instead of coming across as sexual, they inadvertently come off as creepy.

Now, not that you have to use humor at all, since I often times use a heavy sexual vibe in an ultra-serious tone.

However, whether you make a good or bad impression, all lies in the sub-communications: meaning the things that you aren’t saying, but are working in the background.

For instance: are you generally a congruent guy with women?

Women can judge this just by the way you come off with them.

You don’t verbally communicate congruence. It is 1 of those auxiliary things running in the background, that can either make or break your chances with lots of women.

Not to belabor the point, but when trying to get laid from social media, your profile matters, in the sense that your posts, views and ideas matter!

I promised to have put together by now, a free document on pimping out your Facebook profile. Not in the sense of transforming your profile into something flashy. Rather something interesting and attractive.

Listen- when guys hear the adjective “attractive”, they instantly misunderstand what is being conveyed, and they think “looks” and outer appearances.

Having an attractive profile simply boils down to your posts and interests!

You can either repel women or attract women by the stuff you share.

Therefore, while you’re thinking that it’s just about having game with women online, and that alone will get you to pussy paradise, you’re neglecting to take into account that after you would’ve chatted up and gotten the phone # of a girl on Facebook for instance, that girl (if she hadn’t already) will dig through your timeline in order to get a sense of whether you’re congruent or full of shit.

If and when she browses your profile and finds shit like, “I’m bored to death and feeling lonely. Do someone wants to hang out with me”? You are DONE!!!!

A sexual man who comes off as someone who has women in his life, shouldn’t be on social media begging ppl (girls) to want to hang out.

There’s a natural and inherent discrepancy and incongruence there!

What are you!?

Are you really the guy who charmed her to death via inbox. Or the loser guy who posts all sorts of low-value AFC shit to his timeline?

This is what the girl says to herself.

Saying all that to say; your profile, when picking up girls online, ought to reflect the lifestyle of someone who is sex-worthy, sexual, forward, free-spirited, etc.

Chicks just don’t dig me because of my ballsy style once I hit their PM box.

They get attracted even more, once they realize that I am really that guy…at least I present myself to be that guy on social media.

It is for this reason why women desperately chase me online [apart from the game aspect].

In any case, I’ll try to get that complimentary product out as soon as possibly (Pimpin’ my Facebook).

In the meantime, you can purchase the easy guide to picking up girls on Facebook, at the link below.

When You Have Options With Women; This Happens [Abundance Mentality In PUA]

Facebook status below:

When chick I picked up on Facebook hits me up wondering why I haven’t contacted her in a while (weeks), after we were supposed to “Netflix & Chill” @ my place a few weeks back. Frankly, I’m so busy doing lots of other shit- like gaming all sorts of girls and partying- it’s hard for me to keep up with date and meet-up promises with girls I meet online. Additionally, no matter how hot the girl is; when you have options of girls to choose from, no 1 girl becomes important. I literally pick up girls up today (get their #), set up a so-called date 3 days later, then totally forget I’d even met that chick to begin with. Moreover, it’s a powerful feeling when you can brush girls off and reschedule for a later time.

[Her messages in gray…from earlier today]


Powerful stuff for an average-looking dude like myself to pull off, right?

Managing to have/make hot girls chase you, is as much as depended on the options you have: whether you have or don’t have.

If you’ve been following my blog for- a week at least- it would’ve been abundantly clear to see that I game and pick up lots of women on various media: clubs, bars, streets, while working, commuting, online, Facebook, social media sites, you fucking name it! There is no shortage of women for me to game.

With that, many girls and so-called dates, regularly slip through the cracks.

As I mentioned in the quotationed FB status above: I’m liable of picking up a hottie today (exchange #’s), get her to fully commit to coming by my apartment 3 days later, then completely forget that I had even set up a rendezvous with that girl.

Not that I’m so prone to frivolity and forgetfulness. But I simply have too much options in women from which to choose.

These options didn’t just magically manifest themselves neither, as you AFC’s are likely to surmise as some sort of twisted excuse for why you suck.

I create my options by maximizing shit.

It’s all a #’s game!

The more women you hit on and ultimately pick up, logics would have it that you would’ve generated more leads, more options, more dates, more sex, etc.

Quite an elementary process if you ask me: get more girls [abundance mentality] and you’ll have more girls chase you like this hottie chasing me to meet up.

Lastly, I also want you to really take note of how this chick is dying for my attention and approval, when she mentions uploading a pic, but didn’t realize me giving her a like.

Powerful shit huh?

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Pulled Home With 5 British Hotties Saturday Morning From The Bar: Friday Night Field Report [PUA Bar Game]

Having gotten my smartphone to come alive again, I unplugged it at about 76%, stuffed it into my pockets and hit the bar for some night game.

I toted along with me a bottle of Jelzin Vodka liqueur which I was drinking prior to leaving my apartment.


Unsure of whether I could enter the establishment with a bottle of alcohol which I purchased elsewhere, I stayed outside of the bar and slowly sipped on the sweet liqueur while scoping out some prospects.

Within no time, I felt buzzed.

Contrary to popular belief, alcohol doesn’t give me courage whereas I become emboldened to game chicks.

Lots of guys have to drink and get hammered to approach and game.

I on the other hand as a master seducer, alcohol kills my game, included my ability to masterfully lead and work out logistics for a pull. So whenever I drink and I feel that buzzed sensation, it is usually my cue to stop; especially if I intend to take someone home.

I made my way to the counter, ordered some hot wings and an energy drink.

I approached my 1st target of the night, a super-thin chick in a skimpy-black dress. She bolted as I reached out to stop her.

She says to the guy who was with her, “that guy’s trying to talk to me”!

The guy said, “So! What you expect me to do”!?

The chick kept running from me (somewhat playfully) so I rolled off with a sly smile on my face.

Never take so-called rejections to heart!

Embrace that lesson! Take it with a sly smile and move on!

Although I never need to warm up aka “get in state” before approaching meaningful sets, in essence, I was just warming up my social muscles.

Bear in mind also, it was about 9:30 PM, so it was very early. A concept that I’ve since incorporated into my game is that of the infamous pickup coach, Julien Blanc, who taught that early during the night, your sets should just be fuck-around sets.

In other words: just act like a jackass and have fun if it’s early.

Why? Chances are, you are not going to be able to take a girl home early in the night. So instead of gaming girls meaningfully before 12 am, you should have a fuck-around attitude whereas you don’t take any girl seriously as far as trying to take any girl home.

When I first came across that piece of insight many years ago from a Julien video, I mocked it as foolish and backwards.

Years later, I see its practicality.

Hence, last night, every chick I chatted up before 12 am, was in a non-pull type of manner.

I was dicking around for the most part.

By 10 o’clock, the venue was packed like sardines. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a sausage fest.

There was this sexy girl standing beside the entrance, dancing next to 4 other girls who seemed like they were all together.

I approached indirectly, as though I was heading out of the venue, then I turned:

Me: “Hey, I just wanna inform you that by the time the night is over, we are gonna be dancing like lovers into the morning”.

She smiled and laughed.

Just the reaction I wanted.

Me: “Mark it on your to-do-list”.

I then rolled off after placing my hand on her shoulder as if to say, “take care”.

I went back to the bar counter and began eye-fucking her from about 20 yards away.

Shortly afterwards, a very thin chick appears and grabbed a seat in the loungy area.

I immediately approached:

Me: “Hey, I think I remember your face from last weekend. We almost kissed”.

She had a super-shocked expression on her face with mouth gaped wide open as if to say, “Me”!!!!?

Girl: “It wasn’t me”!

Me: “Oh really. Why you had to say it like that. I didn’t realize I was that ugly”!

She laughs.

Girl: “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t here last weekend”.

Me: “Cool. But I notice you eye-fucking from across the bar. That’s not a nice thing to do, so that’s why I had to approach you”.

She laughs with the usual and expected shocked expression.

We chatted a bit more then I rolled off.

Guys- here’s another note- whenever running bar/club game: always fucking roll off!

Here’s a field-report article I posted back in 2011, which shows that the “roll off” was and is a huge part of my PUA method.

Last night’s club observation (2011)

You don’t want to give the girl the scary impression that you’re going to pester her all night.

You do this later in the night. But while it’s early, you approach, say your bit, charm her up then roll the fuck off!

You will always see her again during the night.

Most guys make the mistake of trying to lock in ASAP.

I went to lean up against the wall [a sin in game] for a bit.

A chick walks by.

As I went to step to approach in order to open her with a comment/observation on her tattoo, some clown dude stepped in between us, and inadvertently blocked me off from the girl.

Approach botched.

I was going to tell her that she has a kick-ass tatt. Charm her a bit then roll off.

There was this girl from a 2-set who kept eye-fucking me as she saunters by, looking at me in a snarky way and sucking her teeth as we locked eyes.

This is a great sign by the way.

I followed her in order to open, and to possibly dance wit her (though I can’t dance for shit), but it was so packed in there, I lost her in the mix.


Turned around and there she was smiling at me as if it were a game of cat-and-mouse.

I pursued, grabbed her by the hand, she gives in:

Me: “Why the fuck are you checking me out! Didn’t your mother teach you manners”!

She laughs and yells in my ear:

Girl: “Fuck you”!

Me: “You don’t want a real man. That’s why you’re afraid of me”!

Note: just talk shit! Talk gibberish!

Guys, you need to realize that nothing said in the bar/club should be weighty and serious.

Fuck around!

Say all sorts of nonsensical BS!

Women love it!

Again- guys make the crucial mistake during night game particularly- of logicking girls to frikkin’ death by talking about logical, rational, mundane and boring shit: work, school, siblings, life, etc!

“No, No, No”!!!!

Logics don’t work with women!

Logics and logical facts are the antithesis of attractive to women.

Also bear in mind that in the bar and nightclubs, women are inebriated.

They are drinking! Hence, nothing you say of logics holds weight to women!

You have a girl drinking, dancing and looking to hit buying temperature, yet here you, Mr AFC, coming along, talking about, “so where did you go to school”?

“GTFOH dude”!

Nothing said inside of a bar should make sense!

Just ramble about anything stupid!

Talk shit as you see me doing!

Women aren’t going to be weirded out and get turned off! They will get turned off once you approach asking interview-type chode questions like, “So what’s you name? Are you from around here”?

Anywho, I rolled off as per my routine.

I bumped into her again, but this time dancing with some guy whom she apparently knows.

She reaches out to me with her hand:

Girl: “Hey you”!

I can’t quite remember her entire comment.

Me: “Who told you you could dance? You can’t”!

Obviously I said this playfully.

Whenever being a dick, remember to do it with a smile.😉

Girl: “Shut up! I can dance better than you”!

She gives me the hand to the face (playfully).

I rolled off again.

Another note: rolling off the way that I do, indicates (strategically):

1.) It tells the girl that I am NOT desperate

2.) It tells the girl that I am NOT a stalker

3.) It tells the girl that I possibly have options

Therefore, rolling off has no downside except while pulling and trying to get the girl home.

What do most guys do from the contrary? They stay right there with drink in hand, watching the girl like they’re lost for words and don’t know what to say next.

Shit gets awkward because of that, and most guys are DONE! They kill their chances/first impression within 1 swoop.

Anyway, some time goes by, and I ran across the girl in the 4 set which was dancing by the entrance.

This time, she was on her way to order something from the bar.

Me: “Hey, hey, hey, where you going already”!

I said to her dominantly yet playfully with my arms out, as if I were trying to bar her from going forward.

Most guys don’t do this. They ultra-passively and meekly try to get the girl’s attention, hoping she’d notice them and stop.😆😆

Note: music, noise, lights, alcohol and lots of people.

How the heck do you expect to get a girl’s attention while your demeanor and comportment are that of a low-energied Ben Carson !?

To take it further with politics analogy: you have to become Donald Trumpish when trying to get girls to focus on you in such a venue.

By “Trump-like”, I mean loud, expressive and animated.

If a girl walks by you in the venue, being monotone in your voice, and low energy, won’t avail you 1 bit.

Hence the reason I jumped in front of the girl with my 2 arms stretched out as if to stop her, while I slightly gave way so that she can get closer to me.

As she got closer, I strategically put a hand on her shoulder to bring her to a halt, so that I can reiterate what I said:

“Where do you think you’re going young lady”?

Girl: “To the bar to buy a drink”.

Me: “Oh! Let’s go”!

I took her arm and led her to the bar counter while she gave an expression which said, “What is going on here? I don’t even know this guy”!

Me: “What do you want, a cocktail”?

Girl: “No. I’m gonna buy just a water”.

She zips her purse open as if to retrieve some cash.

Me: “Yo, yo, you! I got this”!

Girl: “You’re gonna pay for the water”?

Me: “Yea. Bartender, give this young lady a bottle of water. I’m paying”.

She grabbed her water, said thanks and went back to her friends.

Now, why did I do that, essentially breaking the #1 rule of pickup (“don’t buy girls drinks”)?

1.) Buying a girl a drink won’t blow me out at all

2.) I wasn’t trying to buy the girl via the drink

Listen, the reason why most guys blow themselves out whenever they buy girls drinks, is the sub-communication, and the other aspects surrounding the interaction.

Guys would buy the girl a drink as a way to buy conversation.

This isn’t just low value, but it’s sneaky in the most obvious way.

Whenever I buy a girl a drink- which I don’t do- there is no discernible catch!

I buy and let her go!

I don’t buy and then trail behind of her like a lap-dog, expecting a goddamn treat via convo!

Surely I want something. But I will go about it indirectly, in order to avoid a stigmatic backlash.

Okay, so the chick went back to her friends and I dicked around some more in the jam-packed bar.

A while later, while standing around outside, I overheard a bunch of British accents to my right.

I didn’t think much of it, so I went back inside.

Again, I ran into the chick for whom I’d bought the drink.

Since it was already 12 am, it was that time to throw down some real game, in hopes of seeding a pull.

The girl whom I’d bought the water for ,I bumped into her again, so I took that opportunity to try to pull her.

Long story short: we chatted and flirted for about 5 minutes before exchanging numbers.

I texted her right away.

My plan was to try to see if I could extract her to the outside of the venue, sans her friends.

Generally, it’s a terrible idea to number close a bar/club girl since she won’t quite take to you…once the alcohol has worn off the following day.

I rolled the dice anyway because I had all intentions to contact her right away to see if it was possible to pull.

It was a mammoth task indeed, since she wasn’t alone, but with 3 other girls and a gay guy.

An additional good thing working for me was that she’s sober, having drunk only water for the night. So I won’t have to deal with a sloppy girl with the attention span of an ant due to inebriation.

Through text, I managed to get her to go outside.

However, the gay guy- her friend- shortly joined her as she was waiting around on a bench outside the bar.


Her gay friend’s now operating as an indirect cock-blocking obstacle.

Here’s the chat @ that very moment [my texts in green]


I went back inside of the venue to burn some time before finding more feasible logistics with the girl.

As I was waiting around, I decided to chat up a group of British girl, a 5 set, that was standing around having cocktails.

After about 2 minutes, I selected my target by focusing on 1 girl.

Since the temperature was sweltering inside the venue, they all decided to go outside and sit on some benches…so I went with them.

I was locked-in with the British girl whom I was trying to seduce.

As a sidebar joke, I said to the other 4 girls (and 1 guy): “Hey, ***** is now my new wife”.

They all burst out laughing and congratulated us on the marriage, while asking why they never received invitation.

All the while, I was trying to isolate her from the group in order to get romantic and physical since the flirting was on high.

Me: “Can I borrow my wife for a second”? I said to the group.

“Sure! She’s your wife”! They exclaimed.

That’s all I wanted to hear: consent.

I said to her, “C’mon”. I motioned with my head and hand for us to go in back of an SUV which was parked just about 5 yards behind of us.

We moved and immediately started to make out.

We paused for a selfie intermission.


For some reason, I just wanted my tongue lodged down a girl’s throat last night.

Lesson here: Go for it!

Don’t waste time pussy-footing when it’s crunch time!

I began to caress her juicy British thighs as she stood in front of me with her ass pressed up against my crotch.

I got a message from the girl whom I was texting minutes earlier: the girl whom I bought the water for.

She wanted to know where I was…though I told her in front of a blu van…but that was how long ago.

I quickly dismissed the water girl since her logistics were more challenging for the SNL (Same-Night Lay) pull. So I threw my phone back into my pocket and commenced the romancing with this Brit stranger whom I’d just met about 10 minutes prior.

Her friends, the other 4 girls, said that they were going back inside of the venue, but I encouraged my chick to stay out with me a bit longer.

Her friends hesitantly relented as I said to them, “I won’t kidnap her. I’ll keep her safe for sure”.

As her friends went inside, we continued.

I wanted her to give me a handjob right then and there, but cars kept passing as we were exposed to a busy-ass street.

In any case, she kept playfully grabbing my cock to see if I was hard.

She wanted to go back inside to grab a cocktail [no pun intended] and dance with me.

I wasn’t quite up for it.

All I wanted to do was to shag down at that point. We eventually went back inside, she grabs a $10 drink which she paid for herself.

We goofed around and danced a bit.

Her girlfriends, the 4 of them, including a guy whom appeared to have come with them, were seated sipping drinks and watching some music videos on the jumbo monitor.

A while after, the Brits decided to go back outside to sit on the benches, so we went with them.

At that very moment, we were taking selfies and shit, so I had my phone out just in case.

We were acting naughty as hell.

Here’s a darkened video from when the girls were being naughty and I told them all to behave.

Sitting around for a bit, the girls became tired I assumed (it was approaching 2 AM).

Plus they all had an early morning flight to catch back to England.

They haven’t even packed they said.

This was perfect in my opinion: we can all leave…together.😉

The girls said their farewells to some other girl(s) whom they’d met throughout the night.

This darkened video is also from that moment while we all walked back to their temporary pad.

As usual, some AFC gathers balls at the last second and decides to try to offer us a ride, as a last-ditch effort to tag along and get some action…or cock-block.


Five girls, 1 guy, included myself as the only stranger.

How powerful was that, that I didn’t even know any of them: not even my target.

What does this show, apart from huge balls and logistical skills on my part?

It shows that once you lock in at the right moment of the night, you can plant yourself into the set, and get to go home with the girl(s).

Moreover, most guys don’t get to take girls home because they don’t try.

That is not even in their reality (to pull), so it rarely ever happens unless the girl suggests…which isn’t too often.

However, as an experienced seductionist, I knew what I wanted, and what I had to do in order to achieve this.

The remainder of the morning was capped off perfectly😉 .

We never even bothered to exchange #’s and shit.

Why not!?

This chick is back in the UK right now. So why would I even bother to # close her?

I don’t even remember her name honestly.

Here’s 1 of the group photos we took last night outside of the bar.


My target and I on the far right

What is the grand lesson here that you should take away from this article?

•Have fun and screw around

•Take nothing seriously early during the night

•Chat to numerous girls in the venue in order to create a bubble of leads

•Actively look to pull later during the night

Lastly, lead, suggest and don’t just be a statue hoping to be taken along at the end of the night.

Act as though you are part of the clique just as I did!

These girls didn’t know me from a hole in the wall. But I gave off the vibe as though we were roomies.

I leave you with a video I put together not long ago, about pulling from the bars and nightclubs.

Phone Crashed…Missed Out On Lay Because Of It

Tuesday night, I set up a rendezvous for the Wednesday evening with an HB whom I’d picked up on Facebook a day or so prior.

The sex was as sure as the sun rising tomorrow.

The Wednesday morning, we worked out some of the particulars and the logistics for Wednesday night’s Netflix & Chill session.

By Wednesday noonday, I got home from work, went to lie down while posting my usual button-pushing stuff to social media.

About 2 PM, I put my Android smartphone to charge since it was on 6%.

Out of curiosity, I decided to check how fast (or slow) the phone was charging. It went from 6% to 3% in no time…while charging.

That seemed really odd.

I didn’t think anything big of it since I was using the phone while it charged for the most part. However, it’d usually stay stable if the charge percentage doesn’t go up. But to have it go from 6% to 3% in 5 minutes- while charging- that was anomalous.

In hindsight, what I should’ve done was to shut the phone off and to put it to charge instead of leaving it on.

In any case, I dozed off shortly thereafter while the phone charge.

I caught myself about an hour later (perhaps 3 PM) and decided to grab the phone just to see how many percentage in charge it had accumulated.


The phone was blank: dead!

I tried powering it on to no avail!

I couldn’t get the phone to come on!

I jumped up in a mini panic, fearing that the worst might have happened: a drained batter, bad battery or phone crash.

The charger cable seemed pretty fine to me since I never had any shortage issues.

To test it (the charger cable) to verify that it was working properly, I grabbed my Sony mp3 Walkman, plugged it up, and it immediately charged without a hiccup.

I twisted and turned the cord in all sorts of contortions just to see if it would short out.

It didn’t!

Hence, the charger, it’s cable and the head, were all fine! But it just wasn’t charging my smartphone!

I began to panic upon the realization that the charger was in fine condition since it was charging my MP3 player.


I tried everything in hopes of getting it to come on!

I figured that the battery was drained dry. But even when the phone goes dead on me whenever I fail to charge it, as soon as I plug it up, the charger indicator pops up on the screen, showing the wave and lightning with the percentage amount, indicative of the fact that the smartphone’s charging.

This time however- the Wednesday afternoon- nothing was happening on the phone’s display.

I then put the phone to charge for about 3 hours while running some later minute errands.

I got back home and expected to meet, if not a fully charged phone, at least one that was charging.

I hurried to retrieve it.

Took a look: NOTHING but a blank screen and the phone was ice cold…which meant that it wasn’t charging at all.

Panic mode went from 10 to 200 in a fucking heartbeat!

What freaked me out mostly, wasn’t the fact that the phone may have died- a new phone might I add (I haven’t had it 4 months yet), but that I didn’t have a 2nd phone whereas I could pop the SIM into it, and use it in the meantime.

Thus, how is it even possible to meet up with this chick @ her place later (Wednesday evening) if I can’t retrieve her phone number and contact info from my phone?

For crying out loud, I don’t even know this chick’s name off hand, neither did I bother to grab her address as yet, since I had no reason to believe that my phone would’ve crashed period, let alone that day.

Be as it may, I was livid as the evening rapidly approached.

I were to go over by this chick’s place between 7 and 7:30 PM in order to Netflix and chill . And here it is: 6:30 PM, phone won't charge, so there's no way to get in contact with this girl.

For all I know, the chick was trying to reach me but couldn't.

Seven thirty came and went, I wasn't able to see the girl, hence a sure lay slipped out of my hands just like that, due to my brand-new smartphone crashing.

As I write this post, it is now Friday evening. Thursday came and went, my phone was dead as a door nail still.

The girl was probably wondering what the hell happened Wednesday into Thursday.

I tried absolutely everything to get my phone to power on.

I put the phone itself in the freezer, as 1 of 12 personal tips I read on an online forum.😦

I phoned some chick and she told me to put the phone in the microwave for approximately 4 seconds.

Although I was desperate and willing to try any damn thing, I was hesitant as fuck to attempt the microwave tip, fearing the phone and microwave would've exploded.

The entire Thursday, from 6 am until, was spent trying everything.

I ran up and down the town looking for a charger specific to the Android smartphone 6.0 model I have.

Since I wasn't using a charger which came with the phone [thanks to my 6 year old son who demolished the original charger], I asked every person I know if he-she had a Blu Android phone.

Everyone said no but a coworker of mines.

Sensing that perhaps the phone wasn't charging because I was using a charger cable which wasn't specific to the phone's brand, I finally got my hands on an Android Blu charger which was loaned to me by a coworker.

Plugged it up: NOTHING!


I stopped by the workplace of a girl whom I was banging. As we chatted, I mentioned my phone situation as to why she hadn't been able to reach me.

Surprisingly, she has the same brand and model of phone. She said that the same thing happened to hers, and it's a glitch with the model, and hers didn't charge for like 2-3 days before it did. So she told me to give it 2-3 days and it will charge again as normal.

Got home from work the Thursday midday and put the phone to charge, knowing it wouldn't charge.

I was so down that I didn't bother to hit up the bar Thursday night as a routine of mines for karaoke.

I just wasn't in the spirit.

I left the phone plugged up Thursday night as I slept into the morning, hoping that as I woke, the phone would miraculously be charged.

I arose and "bam"- nada!

Dead and cold as a door nail!

No charge! No life!

The first time in my life as an adult male I felt like breaking down in tears.

I was torn between 2 emotions and 2 extremes.

I wanted to smash the phone into the fucking wall!

I didn't even feel like going to work. Something told me to call in sick just to stay home in bed and cry like a baby.

I said to myself, "Fuck it! Don't even call in sick. Just don't show up. If I get fired; I get fired"!

Calmer heads prevailed and I decided to go to work...but late.

However, I had no intention to do any work. I was to show my face then bounce.

As I got into the office, I searched the directory for any number to a place which deals with electronic and mobile-phone repairs.

Not much luck.

I asked around and was given the phone number to a few individuals who owned electronic-repair shops.

Before doing all of that- sending my phone to get repaired- I wanted to try to open the phone myself, and to remove the built-in battery to then sort something out.

None of the screwdrivers in my apartment was of a small size, so I made my way to a hardware store which is owned by a young Syrian guy from the town of Hama, Syria.

I amazed him with the fact that I am fluent in Arabic (Lebanese and Syrian dialects), so we instantly clicked. Instead of having me buy the screwdriver kit with different size of heads, he opened the kit just to retrieve a screwdriver and tip, in order to try to screw out the small screws under the hood of the smartphone.

He tried every screwdriver and head...but no fucking luck! How come? I ruined the screw heads by using a knife at home to try to unscrew the screws.😦😦 Thus, the Syrian guy, though he tried his best to help me at no cost, wasn't able to help me get the phone open.

He encouraged me to take it to a repair shop down the block, and that he will personally recommend the repair guy [a Lebanese] to do it for me free of cost.

I considered but still wanted to go it alone.

I spent the entire Friday noonday up until 4:45 PM, trying to hack out the built-in battery, without actually puncturing the lithium battery pack.

I jabbed and poked, sliced and clipped with everything from a kitchen knife, scissors to a fingernail clip.

An hour elapsed and I was unsuccessful in excavating the built-in battery.

Mightily frustrated, I took the phone and whacked it across the leg of an iron leg, hoping to somehow wake up the phone.

Plugged it in: no life! No indication of the phone being charged.

Unplugged it after 10 minutes and went back to trying to hack the back of the phone open to get to the battery.

With the scissors, I was trying my best not to puncture the battery. But out of sheer frustration and anger- I said "Fuck it"- and I rammed the scissors through a small incision that I managed to make, not giving a fuck if the battery pack got punctured straight through.

As I yanked the scissors out of the stabbed area, the entire thick-aluminum back which covered the built-in batter, flew off!


I rejoiced internally!

Finally, there's the battery!

What I wanted to do ultimately, was a battery pull.

With most phones, once you experience charging or freezing issues, simply removing and re-inserting the battery will cause the phone to re-boot as normal.

Since this battery is built-in; there's no way to accomplish this battery pull unless one would've gotten out the battery I did.

I was shocked to find out however, that although I was able to finally get to the battery, it still was NOT removable!

What I mean is, 3 wires were attached to the battery, which ran to the charging port. And they are not disconnectable.😦

I had 2 choices: cut the fucking wire(s) then reconnect them [an impossibility due to their lack of length]. Or...- well- there was only that 1 option.

I knew that the issue was not the charging port because the battery was charging before it initially died Wednesday. So the battery was the culprit. But I had no way to disconnect the battery except to clip the 3 colored wires which aren't re-attachable.

"All this for nothing": I said to myself.

Before smashing it into the wall, which I had all intentions to do at the very moment, I said to myself, "Lemme give it 1 last try".

With the battery dangling out by the 3 thin wires, I plugged in the charging cable, closed my eyes and turned the phone around to see its face.



"It's charging"!

Finally! After 2 fucking days of lifelessness, having the phone plugged up for overnight to no avail, it finally began to charge about 5:50 PM, yesterday (Friday) evening.

I was ecstatic out of this world. But I was afraid to release the phone, fearing that perhaps there's a short/cut in 1 of the wires leading to the battery. So if I were to put the phone down, perhaps the battery would short out, and everything ruined again.

In the same position which I was able to maintain a charge, I gently laid the phone on the edge of the bed, pressed the power button just to see if it was still charging.

It was still charging!

I was elated!!!

Here's an actual photo I took at the instance with an old mp3 player I had laying around.


Twenty minutes later, I checked back to see how far the charging went.

Was still on 0%.

"Shit"! I began panicking again, sensing that the battery was probably damaged somehow, hence the reason why it was still on 0% after 20 minutes!

I was able to breathe a breath of fresh air a few minutes later, as it went to 1%, 2% then 3% and climbing gradually.

Anxious to get this over with, I had to go for a walk, or else I would sit right there watching the phone charge by the second...and probably jinxed something.

I took a quick shower and went up the bloc to grab me something to eat.

On my neighbor's bicycle, I rode back home about an hour and a half later to meet the phone still charging. But this time, it was up to 78%.:)

What a relief!

I was smiling again; something which I hadn't done within the last 2-3 days.

I was totally stressed out and in a melancholic rut.

It was so bad that I didn't even want to see my girlfriend, nor was I able to eat for those 2 days.

Additionally, if you had e-mailed me since Wednesday but didn't get a reply by now: you now know why...[apologies].

In the grand scheme of things; I don't know what the hell happened.

I knew for certain that I drained the battery to its last drip. And perhaps it needed a few days of charging (or rest) in order to build up a charge since it was so drained.

Or perhaps from tampering with the battery wires, I was able to perform a battery pull (soft reset).

As for the netflix and chill meetup I had planned with the girl on Wednesday night, I quickly forgot about that, as I was more concerned with getting my smartphone back to life.

Had I failed to get the phone charging again, Friday night would've been spent in my bed, sobbing with a bowl of ice cream...though I doubt I would've had the appetite to eat for the 3rd day in succession.

Catfish Alert

This morning, I woke up to the following messages from someone who had added me 2 days ago.


I subsequently posted the following to Facebook.

This catfish must’ve thought I was born yesterday. Which chick in her right mind hits up a total stranger on FB talking about, “let’s get to know each other”? GTFOH! These catfish need to step their game up. You can get other men with this, but damn sure not me.
#Blocked #ImCatfishProof

Obviously I didn’t reply to the catfish. I blocked her (or him)…and that was that.

What I really wanted to touch on briefly is a bit on the way women do things.

Why are catfish so obvious to me? Apart from the clear giveaways in their profiles, is their seemingly willingness to want to get to know guys.

Women are not chasers and courters of men. It is not in their nature. Surely you can make a girl chase you, but you as the guy will have to initiate and lead before that happens.

In any normal situation, a girl will NOT take it upon herself to hit up a guy (a stranger at that) on Facebook, telling him that she wants to get acquainted. Even if she loves this guy to death; the female nature in her will likely prevent her from making that first move.

This is completely different from the cases where a girl may message a guy with, “hi…sup”. This is normal and frequent.

What isn’t normal and should send off the alarm bells, is when the girl either appears to be gaming you, or she is pushing for rapport or to get to know you.

Women aren’t that fucking desperate to hit up random guys on the internet, actively trying to get to know them at that.

That isn’t the way chicks do things.

Lots of guys fall victim to catfish, and “people” posing as hot girls on the internet looking to take them for a ride.

However, once you learn how women are, you will quickly be able to spot a catfish behind a fake account.

Chicks Dig The Pickup Artist

A huge part of my schtick is attracting girls through my social-media posts of pick-up artist shenanigans.

Whether a girl knows what a pickup artist is or not, the idea of a guy who posts his sexual exploits of women online, included the fact that he shares tips on how to seduce women, it is oddly appealing to lots of women.

It’s rather interesting in a mind-fuck sort of way, that here it is that a guy [myself] can post all sorts of womanizing stuff to his Facebook for every woman to see, yet women are drawn to that, drawn to the idea and drawn to the person attached to those ideas/posts [myself].

Exhibit A: a brief chitchat I had with a hot girl from Florida. Remind you this was my first time messaging her.

She is very much aware of my schtick as a pick-up artist, indicative of the fact that she regularly gives her reactions to the stuff I post (usually Wow and shocked faces).
[My messages in blue]




As usual; I get away with saying forward, sleazy and outlandish shit to women.

They laugh whenever I get forward instead of getting pissed.

Why so?

I own it! And I’m not bashful about the things I say.

Apart from that, what you must grasp also is the congruence factor when it comes to attracting girls on the internet.

I am congruent as a pickup artist (PUA).

In other words, my posts reflect my lifestyle, personality and everything else about me that women get to see.

Sounds a bit cryptic. But what I mean is (about being congruent), it is 1 thing for a guy to claim to be a womanizer, yet his profile and posts don’t reflect his womanizing lifestyle.

You can’t successfully act as, and come off as a player, while posting lame shit to Facebook that has nothing to do with a womanizer’s lifestyle.

That spells incongruence, and women get turned off and annoyed by posers.

Saying all that to say, the underlying reason why I get away with murder so often (98% of the time), is the fact that my posts reflect what I claim to be (a PUA).

With that, whenever I get forward with a social-media hottie, she rarely ever gets offended by my dickishness because she sees congruence coming from me.

She sees that I’m not just a pretender.

Why would she get mad at a guy who owns his personality and lifestyle?

Here’s another tidbit in relation to that point: once a girl senses that you cannot help it, she will excuse away, and accept any behavior coming from you, regardless of how rude, insensitive or crazy.

Women only get upset at guys whom they deem to be faking congruence.

They feel slighted and cheated whenever a guy comes along trying to be sexual and forward, yet he’s all nervous with sweaty palms and shit.

Digressing a bit.

Okay, so there’s a reason why I religiously implore you dudes to post eyebrow-raising shit to Facebook or any other social-media platform.

Women will undoubtedly see your posts, then rationalize to themselves that this person is just you. Hence they will treat you accordingly.

For instance, if the bulk of your status updates consists of lame posts about how much you love to watch UFC fights, then that becomes your persona: the UFC guy.

I like the UFC too…but I’m smart enough to not post about it because I know it’ll win me no favors with women by doing so.

You then have to remain in that lane (the UFC posting guy) for the most part in relation to girls who follow you.

Another example is the guy who posts often about his faith, how good church service was, etc. If that guy then attempts to inbox a girl in a forward manner, a backlash is as inevitable as the sun rising tomorrow.

The girl will definitely become annoyed and feel offended because she sees incongruent and disingenuous in the church guy being forward.

After all, a guy who regularly professes faith, shouldn’t be hitting up girls in their inbox about wanting to stick his dirty little pecker down their throat.

Likewise with the UFC guy or the Lebron James/NBA fan-guy who does nothing but posts about sports. In a girl’s mind, he has no business hitting up girls about hooking up, since hooking up with women isn’t reflected in his status updates.

Note: this isn’t exactly the case in online-dating websites. You can include all the lame shit you want in your or POF about me section, but as long as the messages you send are interesting, the girl will at least engage you. Why so? Because the premisses are already pre-set since Match and POF are dating sites, and people go there in search of dates, etc.

Facebook and social-media sites on the other hand, are NOT online-dating websites!

Guys lose sight of that reality.

Women don’t use Facebook to get laid.

If anything, they can simply open up an account on POF, Match, Tinder, etc. if that’s the case.

With that being said, the rules for attracting and picking up girls on Facebook are heavily reliant on the congruence factor: do your posts represent you or are there some blaring inconsistencies?

Therefore, women on Facebook will quickly scan or arduously scrutinize your posts and profile for inconsistencies.

If she sees (via your status updates) how much you profess to love your god and how casual sex is evil or bad, yet you’re creeping in her inbox trying to hook up, you are fucking done!!!

The rules on social media when trying to pull ass are skewed in comparison to online-dating sites.

On Facebook, women are liable to judge you solely based on what they see from your posts.

Pictures hardly count for anything on Facebook unless they accompany an interesting-status update.

What I mean by that is, you can have the shittiest photos, but as long as your status updates are kick-ass, that holds way more weight than anything visual as in a photo.

By all means; your photos should be interesting. But they don’t have to be.

Facebook is a platform where chicks actually read your shit.

Nevertheless guys, hopefully you would’ve grasped the gist of why I’m able to get away with hitting girls up while being forward without an ounce of backlash to face. Because I’m a pickup artist who publicly puts this out there on social media for example: I enjoy a sense of immunity from backlash…because I’m congruent…plus I own my bad boy persona.

Lastly, perhaps you aren’t aware of this, but not only do women read every fucking thing that pops up in their feed (even if they merely scan it), but they gather information in order to make an impression about you.

Coupled with that, let’s assume that for some reason, you never registered on the girl’s proverbial radar. So she has no impression of your online persona.

After you would’ve registered- let’s say that you had messaged her- she will immediate then and there, or immediately after the chat, click on your profile and dig into your posts to get a snapshot of the type of guy you are.

If she doesn’t eventually reply to your inbox messages- chances are- she didn’t exactly like what she’d read upon scanning your profile.

Here’s another caveat: do you know why girls usually take a while (perhaps minutes, days, etc) to respond to your inbox message on Facebook?

Apart from the transparent-stock reason (truthfully so) that women having hundreds of guys hitting them up, so they cannot realistically reply to your message ASAP…besides that reason, girls take a while to message you back because before hitting the reply button, they would’ve hit the “view profile” button in order to find out about you through your postings.

Cunning and sneaky?

I wouldn’t quite say that.

In light of that, it should now make more sense to you as to why women dig the pickup artist, and why he’s almost never chastised and castigated for being sexual with any woman.

The women I message will have already seen my profile (posts), particularly because I post like 2 status updates per minute, so I’m bound to hit the feed of every person I have as friends. Hence, before I even shoot off that initial inbox message to any girl I have as friends, she would’ve already been keen on me, my style, personality, womanizing PUA ways, etc.

A prime example is the girl from the screenshot above, eluding to the fact that I post about pickup stuff.


On a conclusive note, neglecting to post stuff that grab the attention of women, you are only making your job 10 times harder.

Here are some stats that you may find interesting: I hardly ever- and I mean almost never- get rejected by a random stranger on Facebook whom I message by being sexual and forward straight away!

Sure it happens. But probably ever 1 in 80 instances: 1 in 80 girls who flat out tell me to fuck off. Now I don’t know about you, but 1 in 80 is a stellar fucking ratio!

Do you want some examples of the type of stuff I post on Facebook?

Here’s a post I put together back in 2013 of the vintage RSD Julian Blanc, before the now watered-down and tamed-weird version of Julien.

101 kick-ass tweets from RSD Julien…the stuff for badboys that hot girls dig