Hey guys, been a while since I knocked up a field report. So here’s one.
Quick note: my smartphone had crashed about a week and a half ago, so I’m currently phone-less and depressed until I find time to invest in another. In the meantime, I’m trying to make the best of this, by gaming without getting phone numbers.
So, on my 1st. night of gaming without getting numbers [Friday night], but solely trying to pull a girl home, it was rather eventful although I didn’t get to pull for the Same-Night Lay.
As my night started around 7 PM on the super busy downtown streets, I proceeded to run some street game [my favorite].
I found myself in a state of gun-shy. I was basically out of state as we’d say in the Game.
I desperately needed that 1 set to warm up and get me in the groove.
Girls passed and passed, but I elected not to open.
I somewhat felt like a newbie chode, rationalizing to myself why I shouldn’t open: “She’s with someone”, “she looks too old”, “that guy trailing her is probably the boyfriend”, she’s walking too fast”, “looks like she’s in a rush”.
I rationalized those bullshit to myself.
An hour passed of me just roaming and standing on corners looking aimless.
I no longer had my phone as a crutch. So I felt like a fish out of water, forced to just stand there anticipating sets for me to open. I felt totally awkward and out of place…without a smartphone in hand just to keep my eyes and fingers occupied.
Walking to the ATM machine, I locked eyes with an HB7 who seemed like she was waiting on a cab. We locked eyes and she gave me an inviting smile as though she was saying, “hey handsome! Come talk to me”.
As I passed her, I beat myself up internally for being a pussy! All my faculties were screaming at me, “Kenny, stop! Go back and talk to her! She wants you”! So I paused in my tracks for just a nanosecond, looked back at the girl who was now about 25 yards behind, but then I said “nah…she’s too far”. Another bullshit rationalization to talk myself out of the approach.
Was this a classic case of Approach Anxiety that I felt?
I wouldn’t say so, per se.
It was more a combination of feeling weird without having my phone as a crutchy wing. The pressure of knowing that I can no longer settle for a number since it was pointless. And the fact that I wasn’t in state (I needed to warm up).
Nevertheless, I beat myself up hard for passing up on a girl who gave me strong ioi and an AI (Approach Invitation).
Feeling so cowardly and looking to redeem my pride, I jetted out of the ATM booth, heading back to see if I spot the 7 still standing on the corner.
“Damn! She’s gone”!
One of the #1 rules in game: “Never put off an approach. The girl will NOT be there when you return. It’s either now or never”!
I chuckled, because as a master Pick-Up Artist, who no longer falls prey to these newbie blunders, it was funny to see me fuck up like this.
I felt good, because at least I wasn’t down on myself, nor feeling dejected.
I was in good spirits for seeing myself fuck up like a noob.
Walking up the bloc, I spotted a cute-ish Slim Jim in white tights, but she was walking ahead of me on the other side of the street (on her phone).
I tried to traverse my way through the crowd so I could cross the street. As I made it across: I lost her.
“There she is”!
I sat on the corner waiting for her to get near. “You look like you know where the party at”, I said to her. She jolted, a bit confused as to whether I was talking to her or someone else. She smiled, mumbled something, then kept walking off slowly.
Proper thing (in game) was to get up off my ass and walk with her. But I let her go.
Another rookie mistake from a master seducer.
Had I been standing, it would’ve been easier for me to pursue. Sitting made it seem that much more effort-inducing.
Remind you: my mission was to take a girl home (or anywhere for that matter) and fuck her…that same night.
This wasn’t “mission impossible”. More like “mission that I haven’t embarked upon in a great while”.
Back on the prowl, I came across a sexy-looking security guard. As I opened, she said hi but kept walking and talking on her phone. “Probably going to work anyway”, I rationalized.
I then made my way to a square and stumbled upon a Cougar drinking a pina colada with her legs cocked up in the air.
I opened her, “Alone with a glass of pina colada? What’s your story? You got stood up”?
She laughed and went into a story about why she’s on a bench alone drinking pina colada.
She went further to say she’s waiting on her husband who’s nearby, to finish work. I was basically gauging the logistics for the insta-date pull.
Long story short, after about a 15 minute chat-and-flirt, she went on to say that she has to meet her husband.
We parted ways.
I was tempted to exchange numbers, but I knew it was pointless and defeats the purpose of a One-Night Stand pull. So I reluctantly let her go without grabbing her digits.
I was now in the groove.
One good set tends to make that happen when you’re desperately in need of getting in state.
Up and down the active streets like an approach machine, I targeted the hottest girls.
One such girl was tall and slender in mini denim shorts.
I quickly approached her, “you look like you know how to party. Where the party at”?
She smiled and told me about a concert nearby. But she was headed to a bar.
We parted ways.
I circled the bloc a few times and came across a woman in a sexy flower-printed dress: a dress that should effectively be dubbed boner-popper.
As I caught up to her, “You’re looking to turn some heads tonight in that sexy piece of thing”, I said to her.
She blushed and laughed.
We went on to walk and talk for 2 or so minutes.
When we got to the stoplight, she said she was going to a bar across the street to meet some friends and have fun. Not seeing that as decent logistics for me to get her home; I let her go. Before you knew it, she was coming back my way, so I used my finger to motion to her to come to me.
She pranced across the street laughing and goes, “you wouldn’t believe this. No one’s at the bar”.
Whether she was lying or not, wasn’t my concern. I looked at it as a godsend.
We started walking and she suggested grabbing drinks at a bar named Tico’s.
Boy oh boy! This was the breakthrough I needed, fairly early in the night at that!
The sexiest girl I approached for the night, and she’s free to hang out.
She kept saying that her boyfriend is super jealous and he doesn’t allow her to go out. But she basically snuck out. Not my concern. Plus, what are the odds of him knowing where she’s at?
However, she said some shit that kinda had me worried there. She kept saying that her boyfriend is very violent and if he were to see us together, he would surely try to do me harm.
Now, I’m definitely not looking to get into any shit with some jealous boyfriend over his girl.
She went on to recount incidents of her boyfriend violently smashing in her male cousin’s face after he seen them hugging.
The BF never knew that they were related.
I kept saying to myself, “this bitch wants me to hang out with her, yet she’s telling me all this shit about her violent boyfriend, as if this’ supposed to make me feel comfortable”.
As we walked and walked to the bar, she told me that her boyfriend usually hangs out in the area, so it’s best we walk the alleys and side streets instead of the main roads.
Now I started to get real uneasy inside: “Is this bitch tryna get me mugged or some shit”?
Part of me was like, “just be a gangsta about it”. Another part of me was saying, “tell her goodbye…and leave”.
I went along anyway on some macho-man shit.
My biggest fear wasn’t the rage-filled boyfriend running into us. But being set up was. Although it crossed my mind, I went along anyway.
As we got closer to the bar, she kept lamenting about how she’s young and that her boyfriend is trying to control her and shit, and that she just wants to be free to do whatever she pleases.
All fine and dandy in my book, since I’m just here trying to fuck her the same night then adios.
We approached the bar and there were tons of people outside. So I paused and asked myself, “do I really want to risk getting into some shit over potential pussy”?
Sensing my trepidation and iffiness, she asked, “what’s wrong”. I replied, “nothing. Just gotta make a phone call”. I’ll meet you over there just now”.
She walked into the bar then I hauled ass.
I turned back and hurried into the bar, spotted her dancing alone and shouted in her ear, “hey, I’m gonna run to a nearby ATM. But if for some reason I can’t make it back, gimme your number and I’ll ring you tomorrow”.
There I went violating the mission’s rule of “no phone numbers! Strictly same-night lay attempt”.
Thankfully, the girl said she doesn’t think that’d be a good idea since her boyfriend would kill her if he found out she’s talking to some guy.
Generally I would plow pass this faux-objection and get the digits anyway. But I accepted the “rejection” since it keep me on track. So I bounced with no intention of returning.
Looking at the time, it was about 12AM, Saturday morning: very early when it comes to pull time.
Be as it may, I stood outside of a Burger King, half-assedly hitting on girls as they pass.
This one girl, shrouded in a white, skin-tight dress with black stripes, captivated my attention HARD!
As we locked eyes, I put my hand out [the hand of God that RSD guys do] and went “stop! You look like you know how to party”!
She smiled and then the chat commenced.
After about 3 minutes, she said she isn’t up to much and is headed up the bloc.
“Bingo”, I said to myself!
“Cool! I was going that way anyway. Let’s go”, I said to her.
The sexual chemistry was heavy as I walked behind of her, playfully commenting on her round ass while she kept saying her ass is flat compared to other girls walking by.
She was low-key pointing at other girls and going “See! See! She has a bigger ass”!
This was just the vibe I needed in hopes of sleeping with a random girl the same night of meeting her.
The (sexual) chemistry between us was off the chain!
Nothing odd stood out to me about this set…until a bit later on.
Our walk-and-flirt continued as I told her if I had my way, I would cock her legs up on my shoulders and do all sorts of crazy shit to her.
At another juncture, while walking about a foot in front of me, she abruptly bent over (as if her shoe had come off) and I bumped my cock into her backside and kept it there for about a second while I held her around the hip.
I knew she’d done this on purpose just to tease me.
Again, not thinking of how unusual this was, that I was getting so many IOS (Indication Of Sex) out the gate, but something began to dawn on me as we walked.
We made our way to the red-light district and grabbed 2 wine coolers from a Lebanese fast-food joint.
I knew it was kinda odd that a girl would want to hang out alone in that area which was bustling with prostitution.
Anyway, my plan at that very moment was to get her back to my pad. Luckily for me, the red-light district is within walking distance from my pad, so we were right on track.
As we stood on the corner drinking our wine coolers, she said to me, “You know, since you’re a straight-up kinda guy, I’m gonna be straight with you”.
I didn’t think anything, so I figured she was going to tell me that she has a boyfriend or some other unimportant fact. No big deal to me if she does, I said to myself.
She sounded somewhat hesitant to share with me what was on her mind that she wanted to be straight up about.
My mind began to wonder, “does this bitch have AIDS and is afraid to tell me”?
After a while, she finally broke the news to me when I told her I live nearby [hinted at the suggestion of us going back to my pad].
This was definitely not what I was pondering when she said to me “I’m gonna be real with you: I’m out here tryna make $$$”.
I was somewhat confused. In my naiveté, I asked myself, “does she mean she’s a drug dealer”?
She went on further to say that she usually hits the red-light district on weekends…to prostitute. But not in those exact words. She said she hits the strip for about an hour to show her face, then try to pull potential customers.
I was flabbergasted!
Can’t believe I invested over an hour’s time with this chick. Now come to find out, she’s a hooker!!! Shit, I wished she had told me this from jump street so I could save myself the time wasted!
At that moment, I regretted every bit of conversation we had. I wanted to ask her back for the $$ I spent on her for the wine cooler.
I felt tricked!
It’s not that I never gamed hookers before in an attempt to try to fuck them without paying. But I knew those girls were hookers!
This girl gave me no clear indication [not that she’s obligated to].
In hindsight, her behavior did seem a bit too ON to be true.
She was too DTF, way too early.
All that being said, I was faced with 2 options:
1.) Take her home, pay for the pussy and fuck.
2y Take her home and try to fuck for free.
There’s just 1 problem with option 1: I never pay for pussy since I always fuck for free. And I wasn’t about to start buying pussy that night! Hence that left me with 2 recourse: abort the mission or try to get her home. Or even try to trick her into free sex [I’ll talk more about that shortly].
I decided to gamble: “here’s the deal; let’s go back by me”, I said to her.
She replied, “I just told you what I’m about”.
I replied, “I know! I understand. You do business. Let’s go back to my place…and do business”.
“I’ll pay you”.
She seemed skeptical as if she smelled a load of shit, as if she sensed that I was trying to pull a fast 1 on her…which I was.
My on-the-fly plan was to take her home, bang her, then sell her some bullshit story about forgetting that I had no cash home, so we’ll have to go to the ATM. But then I would dodge her out.
The only problem with that move is that hookers are inclined to asking for the moola first, before any fucky fucky. And I was NOT going to pay this chick (or any chick) for sex!
She said to me, “how much you have at home”? I said “enough”. She rebutted with “nah. That’s not good enough”. So I’m like, “here’s a deal. We go back to my spot, do our thing then drive to the ATM afterwards and get you your $$”. “Nope”! She wasn’t falling for it.
At that point, I knew that the jig was up, and I wasn’t gonna get a random lay that night.
I gave her my phone # as a formality then bounced.
“Was so close”!
Had this chick not been a hooker, I could already see that my Friday night would’ve concluded with a Same-Night Lay or One-Night Stand: my objective over the weekend of July 27th.