Happy fourth gentlemen even though it was about eight days ago. I hope you all had a good sarge on the fourth (this sounds like a sentance from the Purge hahaha). In fact, this trip was my first. Before I delve into this story I will give some background on myself and why I got into sarging. I've picked up chicks before but I've always done it wrong and worst of all I picked the wrong ones. This may sound like I don't need the skills of a PUA but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I haven't even kissed a girl yet and I'm twenty years old and was feeling like I never would until I read The Game by: Neil Strauss a month ago. This book opened my eyes and so with my brother and our stuff packed into a car for the weekend we headed to San Francisco where I would practice sarging for the first time. All in all I do believe the trip was a success; after all I got farther than I ever hoped. We met about three other friends in a club in San Fran on the night of the fourth. Although my brother wasn't aware of sarging he still had aquired some fairly interesting skills with chicks and he gave me advice throughout the night. Also, to add to the back story, my brother had dragged me on a boat cruise of Alcatraz and I was freezing and suffering from mild hypothermia when we entered the club.
I noticed my first target when I walked in the door and the three friends we met there challenged me to pick them up after all I had told them all about my study of the Art of Pick-up. I didn't want to let them down or the science so I preceded forward; nervous and unsure. I paniced when I approached them at first but fortunately the boyfriend "Love vs In Love" opener came to my rescue. I used this opener with a slight twist. I used my brother as the subject. The girls were intrigued and proceeded to tell me the same canned information I had heard so many times before. I made so many mistakes one of which was not sitting down and facing away. I invited them to tell my brother themselves but they didn't come so I returned to my friends frustrated. They congradulated me for talking with the girls for a good five or ten minutes. When my brother returned he told me to open them again while he ordered drinks. The second time I opened them and invited them to the down stairs of the club which had the dance section but again it was a struggle and I struck out. I went outside to smoke and talk strategy. I had opened them twice and failed so it was time to open another set. This time my brother picked my target; a pair of lesbians enjoying drinks at the bar. I surfed my phone for an opener, stupid I know, and my brother simply told me to use the "would what that gay's wearing look gay" opener. I actually didn't notice these girls were lesbian at first due to my lack of profiling skills. They immidiately took offense and I saved my self by asking them what I looked like hinting that I was gay. This caught them off guard and almost on cue my brother entered the set. Without hesitation he played the twins card which started a conversation of how the girls had the same car, etc. We talked about how much we had in common and the blond girl of the duo took my hand and led me down to the dance floor. This is where I crashed I hadn't expected to get this far and froze on the dance floor looking like a dork. One of my friends swooped in and began dancing with the girl which in turn brought everyone else on the dance floor. One of my friends whispered to me to start break dancing which is a skill I learned from practicing BJJ. I just did it and now all eyes were on me including the five Irish ladies who had come downstairs. I pulled a muscle in my shoulder but kept dancing because of the adrenaline high I was expirencing. I invited my brother to do a combat dance I had learned called Capoeira and the bouncers told us we couldn't do that anymore. We didn't get thrown out because we had just lit up the club. The Irish girls went upstairs after one of my friends pointed me out and this time I opened them for a third time simply telling them to join us. I thought I had struck out for the third time when I returned to my friends without the girls but I hadn't noticed that they had been following me which in fact was lucky because it provided the right kind of Push-Pull without me even knowing. The girls were split up between the guys and I targeted the medium height brunette who was leaning on the table in front of me. I can't remember much of her features even though I was stone cold sober but I do remember how her smile shined and her eyes sparked. She wore a striped dress and looked elegant and beautifle; my kind of girl.
After talking for a little while I asked her if she wanted to go to a quiet place and she nodded and so we went. We talked some more and just as I was about to set up for a kiss close, after developing rapport ofcourse, the fireworks started and my friends called us over. I thought I had missed my chance and I was right but I had already gotten farther with a pick-up than ever; since usually it takes me a couple days to pick-up a girl. We walked around San Francisco and returned to the club. I got pictures with all the girls. Before I go on I must point out another mistake I made. I tried to control the sitaution instead of letting my friends handle it and might have come off a little pushy. I finally number closed but the girl had told me the number was scottish but it was actually Irish. I had never made an overseas call before and they were leaving the following evening. I failed at making contact the next day and never saw them again but I learned a lot that night. Thank you for reading my long story I hope it was fairly interesting. I'm sorry for any mistakes I made in my English; I have more than a few languages swimming around in my head which insert themselves into my grammar all the time.