Since I'm new to the forum, to this world, greetings are in order.
I just moved to Raleigh, NC.
Ray is my new wing and best friend. Its a bromance made in PUA heaven. Anyone who isn't capable of giving up the entire night just to see his wingman close, isn't worth going out with. That's the kind of person you stick with.
So he says hes bringing this chick he met online "She's wild" - shes an 8 and shes fun, very bold and outgoing.
We meet. We hug. I laugh and call her, "Red" (hair is dyed red).
Red: "Awe, you're a hugger like me." (big smile)
"I grew up with two sisters, I'm good with affection."
Red: "I had three brothers so I know men. What do you want tonight?"
We talk, I pull her aside and build some rapport, tell her my story - and tell her what i REALLY want.. 9s 10s etc, I want that game inside me and out - the absolute assurance that any girl I want can be mind, easy like riding a bike. She kisses me, happily - and we're off.
Red: "I like you, tonight I'm you're wingman and I'm a good wingman." (Oh yes she is)
"Oh really? Maybe we can get on a payment plan going here."
The first bar was just some drinking and rapport. The next one is a college scene. Lots of AFCs (I say this even though I'm a RAFC at the moment, soon to be a master pua)!
There's a few HBs all surrounded by college dudes, we take a shot.
Red: "I'll be right back." (big smile)
She goes to the bathroom and comes right back with two girls, Red pinches me on the cheek and says, "Isn't this guy cute? He's new in town!" I smile. I'm confident, funny, and the world is mine. I open clean and smooth...but quickly as the conversation continues I clam up. I shut down, my "game" vanishes into thin air and as they converse amongst themselves, I shoot myself in my mind. I see myself getting smaller, pressured to keep some conversation going.
fark if I know whats going on inside me, but in a few minutes the girls are gone.
Red: "I bring them.. thats all i can do.. you gotta close them."
Big smile! "I know. fark."
Last night, she brought two 9s, two 10, and one 11+ (the hottest girl I'd seen in Raleigh to that moment) to the table all to talk with me. How great is that? And I crashed and burned everytime - with a big positive, "I love rejection." I did wish I had a teacher with me, like I just read about in "the game" - Neil S. had the first session with Mystery, they whispered in his ear -telling him exactly what to do. See..I got uncomfortable, I tried too hard - I used teasing, I negged a little..but they didn't respond. I froze up and stopped talking, realizing that the natural game I have right now WORKS well on 7s-8s, but that I need a real self-transformation ASAP..or something? when I'm talking to the HB-10s. It was a humbling moment but I'm just happy to have learned something about myself, a new-found humility tearing down my entire world and evermore increasing my true desire to get this stuff down. Red was great and I told her to make Ray's night which she did, all night long - cheers to him!
I woke up, happy today - smiling. I told myself that I'm not going to beat myself up at all, I'm not going to think negatively at all about myself!! Plus i welcome rejection now, the only true way I can learn but I also like the feeling that I'm broken BUT that I will be fixed soon, those targets will be mine after some calibration.
So that's me. I'm ready to learn.
We're sitting in a club, Red brings out a 10 and says to her, "This is Ryan, he's new in town."?? The opener is done for me! LOL so what do I do next???