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Are PUAs lazy?

A real PUA shouldn’t/can’t afford to be – we have to generate and follow up on leads on a near daily basis. But I did a bit of searching and every PUA type blog – whether personal or a general one directed towards any student and practitioner of Game – has about 5 posts before shutting down. I have to say, I often feel mine’s in the same boat with my week-long absences and overall lack of stories. Yet I persevere. I just don’t want to give up because I enjoy writing it….but I hate the fact that I can’t offer complete disclosure.

Let’s just say it wouldn’t be pretty if this ever came back to haunt me. Imagine I wrote shit like:

“I met this girl (her name) on Tuesday at (name of bar/place) on (street). We thought we should meet again so we went out on Friday evening for some after work drinks and we really hit it off. The following date finished well so I took her to my place where I gave her a good fuck and finished on her ass.”

I do want to write all that, but when it comes to other people’s – or even my own – personal info, I just don’t want to get into it.

Still though, I’m gonna keep writing, I don’t want this to turn into another dead PUA Blog.

Working leads

As mentioned in my previous post I’d been distracted. So I went out and got some leads.

I can officially say that,

A) Mid-week is the best time to go out and

B) Mid-week is the best time to go out and meet girls.

Friday and Saturday is when you find all the office drones from all over town who conglomerate to the Entertainment District for what they consider to be “going out.”  Tuesdays and Wednesdays you got locals, late day workers, and people who are out not because it’s something to do, but because they want to have a good time!

This makes a huge difference, it largely eliminates flakes and asshole dickheads. The field is a lot more playful and you’ll find everybody is much more receptive.

The previous Friday three of us went to a an old favourite that has sadly become bastardized by a young crowd and bad music. We were lured by Bo’s promise of a friend with hot friends and he semi-delivered as the friends were semi-hot.  No matter, I immediately got on really well with a cute Japanese girl and the rest of the night was spent in very amicable banter. I can’t even say I was running game, she seemed to really like me so it would have been bad taste and just a bit of overkill on my part.

We went out for a beer a few days later and had a nice little chat. I find her to be a remarkable girl; very open and genuine and friendly. These are not traits that are common in the modern woman, but since I’m a firm believer in everybody being fucked up, I’m looking forward to discovering her idiosyncracies (or am I?) We saw each other a couple of days later when she came over. I made dinner (yes, im that good), we had some wine and then I smashed her really hard. As an experience it was memorable, I’ve never had such good first time sex.

I woke up the next day with that night’s date in mind. This was a girl I met midweek, two days before meeting Bo’s group.

I’m not going to go into much detail. We had dinner, went to her place, watched some TV, made out and then fucked. It was also good sex but not as good as the night before, nevertheless, it really proved that this lead hunting serves a purpose.

Now I got two, sometimes three, girls in rotation. I could have more but frankly I’m too busy. Unless you’re a traveling athlete, a rapper, a billionaire shipping magnate or some other rich chump who doesn’t need to work for his smashes, 3 girls is plenty more than enough. The rotation strategy works well because as one fades away a new one can be added in seamlessly.

Yes, the leads did pay off. I’m getting some very good regular sex and the variety is keeping things spicy.

Making contact

It’s been a good week but also a busy week. Social life seems to be more than I can handle right now but there’s an old adage about womanizing not being simple. It really isn’t…

About three weeks ago I generated a number of leads at bars and clubs. I’d say they were all in the 7+ range. Either fit,  very pretty, or both. One thing my main targets all had in common is they are all Latinas -arguably the most sensuous women in the world. I think it’s somewhat mundane, but why not go through the approaches.

A music street festival was taking place down my street and I went to check it out along with a few friends. The sounds of Salsa music were all around us while vendors selling everything from pocket Empanadas to full-blown meals in polyurethane containers lined the sidewalks. We’d just had a few beers at my place and were feeling nice and in-tune with the atmosphere, especially the eye candy. One thing I can say about Latinas without feeling the least bit prejudiced is that for every gorgeous babe, there are three that can make an insecure gay guy glad he’s batting for the other team. Still, there was eye-candy and my eye was picking em out and locking on as if I were wearing a Robocop helmet.

She was a petite brunette with curly, shoulder-length hair; an Eva Longoria just asking to be ravaged by the neanderthal in me.  Obviously, the thousands of years of civilization that precede us kept me in check, nevertheless though…I walked alongside her and when she looked up I just said “Hola, como estas”. I’m not hispanic, but being a cunninglinguist tends to play in my favour. We chit chatted in Spanish for a bit and then I told her I’m going back to my place, but that she should give me her number. Done and done. The pick-up was simplicity itself and I attribute it to friendliness and my own social intelligence. Obviously she played a role in reciprocating, I’ve behaved similarily with other girls and been brushed off like lint on a jacket. If they’re not feelin it, there’s just not a lot you can do.

The second time was me being a bad wingman. I’d just gotten breezed by a bunch of retards (don’t you hate when she’s nothing better than a cum receptacle but still isn’t interested?) and went to look for my buddy who’d left me in the lurch with those flakes to begin with. I saw him talking to an Asian girl by the bar while her more attractive friend was looking bored and drinking a beer. I mentally rubbed my hands with glee and walked up to them. After introductions, I realized that they’re not Asian (just Central American) and put my intermediate Spanish to the test once again. It worked out well, we were actually hitting it off! When I did ask, she was actually eager to give me her number. I noticed some other girls giving us eye contact as we were leaving, some looking somewhat dissapointed. I tacked it to our having demonstrated high social value throughout the interaction. Would’ve loved to stay and chat with them all but it was very much a ‘here’s your cake but you can’t eat it’ situation. Last time I checked, hopping between girls at bars doesn’t go unnoticed.

Here’s why I was a bad wingman: My friend was clearly not interested in the less attractive one because nobody would be. My approach was meant to initiate introductions during which a switcheroo would occur. I didnt mind helping my buddy out, but I was partly greedy and partly taken by the girl. On the flipside, all’s fair in love and war.

This next approach is worth mentioning for the outcome alone. It happened on a bus, the friend who I cock-blocked set it up by asking the two girls who just got on where they’re accent is from. Turns out it was from Brazil, and the pretty one claimed she could make good Caipirinhas. I told her she’s welcome to show me but hesitated when I asked for her number and said she doesn’t have a phone. I didn’t think it was true but she did offer her email as consolation. Of course I then added her to Facebook and MSN. Of course, three weeks later she was in my bed -and I was in her.

Picking up, Chopping, Approching, or whatever you wanna call it, is like anything else – it pays to be patient and to know when you’ve had enough.