So, some of you might know me from my indirect game threads from about 2 months ago. This post is as much about my journey thus far as it is a field report. Some motivation for my other hard case homies who had a messed up up bringing that warped them mentally, i feel your pain!! But anyway! Something changed about a month ago, when I moved down to Florida, and met my new wing, Closer. The first night with him was my first experience with Direct Game, not only direct game, but successful direct game. Closer beasts it that night, I think he had four number closes and 1 blow-out (that he forced lol.) I’m sure he’ll write that field report sooner or later, and he’ll correct me if I’m wrong. =P
Anyway, I threw out everything I knew about indirect game and attempted to learn from what he was doing, I didn’t take to it very well, but if anything, I was a good wing, amoging friends of his number closes and pulling the obstacles away from their friends as well, etc. When I started approaching, he critiqued me, harshly, just like I needed. Things like slowing down, proper posture, and being interested.
Now, you may notice that those 3 things are very important, and there are a lot of other things I have to concentrate to do as well, like proper eye contact and kino. So what do I do? I complete ignore the fact that I could practice all of these things every chance I get, and realize that the answer isn’t external. This is an internal problem, there is something wrong with this belief system of mine, and I will fix it.
“Be your best self,” that’s what Neil Strauss taught us right? This is a great way to view life, and I will always strive to be my best self, but not for others. For the world, however, “I am enough.” Tyler Durden has quickly become my mentor of choice. His style of “game” is riddled with self-fulfilling prophecies, drama, and physicality. And so this is the style of “game” I have also chosen to play. It keeps me out of my head, present to the moment, and in a state of happiness (usually, lol.)
Oh my god, finally, a field report. Before reading this, understand that I am still mashing all this inner game together, it’s still not completely internalized, and this is my first attempt at being physical right from the start, so understand, that it was pre-destined to fail. Lol. Now, on to the awesome story.
Closer and I chillin at the bar talking shit, flirting with the passerby, waitresses and bartender (whom I think Closer is in love with o.O lol. Jk bro.) Then, I spot this blonde and brunette HB going up the stairs to the bathroom.
Me: When they come back down, I’m opening that set.
Closer: Do it.
Me: Which one do you want?
Closer: Ooooh, the blonde.
Me: Perfect! I like the brunette… I think I want to open with the claw…
*Figurative brakes squealing* Now, if you are new to game DON’T DO THE FUCKING CLAW. The claw is not just a “technique.” You have to live the claw! Ok, be congruent with it and whatnot. Do not walk around just clawing girls! I know it’s a weird name, but I’ll explain what it is in the story, but seriously, don’t claw if you don’t know how.
Closer: Don’t do that man, just open like normal.
Me: No man, just one time, just to see how the shit goes.
Closer: Alright, fine.
They are making their way down the stairs, brunette is in front, blonde is in the back, perfect positioning! They start walking right in front of us, the brunette is right next to me and THE CLAW!
The claw: So I just grab her empty hand, lean back away from her (so I don’t look like I’m trying to assault her) and pull her toward me. She looks at me, wide-eyed, like “Omg, who is this guy?” And as her body presses up against mine I say, “You look… fucking… gorgeous.”
Her: Oh my god! You’re such a liar!
Me: Shut up, you’re beautiful.
She tries to get away with a big smile on her face and still gripping my hand, so, I do what any sensible pimp would do and pull her hips with my other hand to get her back to me. Little did I know, that sensible part would wear off, AND FAST.
Her: No, you’re a liar!
Her: Wait, what’s your name?
Me: *My name*, and yours?
The internal conflict has begun.
My willpower: “I knew you had this homie! I fucking told you, brain. We got this shit, pimp.”
Meanwhile, my brain is like, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Dude. Dude. No. This shouldn’t be happening.”
My willpower: “YOU WANT PROOF? HERE IS THE PROOF!”
My brain: “EVERYTHING I KNOW IS WRONG, NOOOOOO!”
She pushes off of my chest, still smiling, and I just fucking let it go. I FUCKING LET IT GO! NOOOO! What the fuck are you doing? WHYYYYY!?
She faces Closer, I get her attention again, she faces Closer, I get her attention again, I lose all attraction BECAUSE I STOPPED BEING FUCKING PHYSICAL. NOOOOOOOOOO!
But, lesson learned! Physical game is now forever my lane, I’m going to hammer it out till the bitter end, and I got that reference experience now, so next time I’m out and my claw grows hungry, I’m going to fucking claw! IDGAF.
Anyway, I know this sounds crazy, but I couldn’t sleep last night, because I kept fucking laughing about this. The brain likes proof, not promises, so there is the proof that I am enough, and that if I would had just made sure that nothing but me existed in her reality by not letting go, I would had got somewhere, but I know for next time, welcome to the new comfort zone brain, enjoy it, you won’t be here long. Till next time!