FR: A week in the life of an aspiring PUA – Part 1

Ok, I don’t like the term PUA, but it makes a shorter title. “A week in the life of a guy aspiring to be naturally good with women” is a little long. This week has been relatively crazy, so I’d figured I’d write an extended field report about it. Lots of things happened that are typical of the life you get into through pickup (as far as I know so far).

In the three weeks prior to this, girls were starting to get pretty scarce in my life. From a couple of months of crazy success, which one might call beginners luck, I had one regular girl and zero active numbers left. Even that one regular girl hadn’t contacted me for a while. Some seriously negative thoughts were creeping in, and this was happening more and more often.

My mate K and I had decided to take a week off to get some drive back in us after around 2 months of going out at least 5 nights a week. Adding bootcamp and my 9-5 job onto this, I was pretty freaking wasted. I also started a positivity challenge. This means spending 10 days in a row with no negative thoughts. Any negative thoughts have to be cut off in thirty seconds to a mintue else the 10 days starts again. I think I had failed twice before this Sunday.

Sunday

Today was my first real day talking to women again in a week. It was a house party for a couple of mates followed by a night on the town. The public holiday the next day meant there would be people everywhere. The restlessness I had built up over the week of no appraoches shone out, with increased loudness and dominance, and having a smile plastered across my face the whole time. Every interaction was completely natural – just vibing and taking shit. This is how I operate in my element. Bouncing throughout the house meeting everyone, playing games, shuffling, stealing chairs, whatever. A few times I noticed boyfriends watching me over their shoulders while I was talking to their girls. Chill out dudes, I’m not a homewrecker. In the end I got invited for a lift into the valley with a few girls. Good shit.

Ditching the original crew, I bounce to some other bars to meet some friends. On returning to the original venue, everyone seems pretty happy. The girl I was into is sitting by herself so we get to chatting. God knows what we talked about, but at one stage I told her I bet she couldn’t kiss well (Later I realised this would have seeded the idea, maybe I’ll use it again). I got the cheek turn. Remaining unaffected by this, I resumed conversation. Once her friends had left, I led her outside. Before we got to the next bar, mid conversation I lightly pushed her up against the wall and kept chatting. I like to tease by swooping in towards their mouth, then diverting off to their ear to whisper. It seems to have some crazy effects. Eventually we make out and head to the bar to meet up with the original friends.

One of my friends starts hitting on my girl, so I pick her up and make out with her, I guess marking my territory a little haha. After witnessing this, one of the other girls practically threw her number at me, and was pawing at me on the couch right in front of the original girl. Holy fucking wow.

She had a long drive home so I let her go.

Easily one of the best nights I had in a long time. Incredibly natural. Little to no thought. This night was a big pattern break on a running series of shit nights, making me realise that it’s all there inside you, you hust have to tap into it.

Tuesday

Waking up, I failed my positivity challenge again. My girl that usually comes around every Monday had not responded to my text or picked up calls. Surely she wasn’t going to cut it off by cutting contact without telling me. I couldn’t help the negative thoughts overwhelm me, for some reason the hour after waking up is my weakest time.

After basically writing this girl off, I decided this week would be huge. I wanted a new girl.

Calling the girl from Sunday night, I set up a day2 for Friday. I have had positive feedback in the past on my dominace in getting the girl to come. Saying things like “I’m doing X, you’re coming”, “oh you’re doing Y? Cancel, X is better”, “oh it’s worth it, you’re coming” seems to work well. Basically, the only answer is them coming out with you. I draw a line though, and will reschedule or cancel if there’s a good reason. I’ll only be this adamant if I’m pretty sure it’s token resistance.

Time to head out with my wing, K.

On a Tuesday night, they are adamant that we have to dress up like girls, from the large pile of discarded clothing near the door, to get in. Whatevs. For a ladies night, there’s a suprisingly low number of ladies here.

First (and what ends up being the only) set is 2 girls who look decent from where I’m standing, and a guy. I claim to have missed my true calling in life as a fashion designer due to the awesome skirt I have created from a torn dress, or whatever the fuck I was wearing. I tell them you can’t normally pay for shit like this is it so rare.

Random bullshit, vibe, K comes in and teaches them a cup game, everybody’s happy and loving it, even the guy who is now 5th wheeling. Very chilled out vibe, I don’t care to keep the conversation going, and when they are boring me I’m looking around doing my own thing. When I come back they light up. Then they turn around and walk away from the table to get a drink, allowing me to get a good look.

HOLY FUCKING CRAP, that’s a large ass. This really shits me to tears. Ok, some girls are fat, but it really annoys me when you can tell that both of these girls would be solid 9/9.5 given some kilos off. Bleh.

There’s not much else going on so we go get some food. On reentry, there’s still nothing going on so we catch up with guy we know then reopen the same set. K confesses he is considering banging his girl. After a long set, and a fuck load of laughs, a distraction from the male stripper which occurs on Tuesdays (a sure way to lose ANY girl you are talking to) it’s time to go. I go for the hug and kiss on the cheek. She goes for the lips.

Awkward.

“Awwww I can’t believe you guys are leaving so early, Do you have facebook…here put it in my phone” Hmmm, down to bang. Our fatty game is off the charts.

Nearly back to the car and K bomb brings up the idea of banging the aforementioned fatties. I crack the fuck up, then I realise he is serious. Then for a while I seriously consider it. It doesn’t help when K is giving a description of the best bj ever, describing how much of a minx this girl would be. The man really should write porn novels or something.

Oh god, am I actually considering this? They live upstairs from the bar, easy as hell extraction. They were into us like crazy. Hmmmmm. Yeah it would be a good bj, very fucking good. Tounge ring and everything. She would be the type to look up at you while shes got those seductive lips are around your cock. They would be fucking demons in the sack.

Fuck. K. SHUT UP! you’re actually convincing me. Lets ask some random dudes walking past if we should bang large girls. K goes back to describing how much of an insane bang they would be. I’m thinking I’m going to have trouble keeping it up. Oh, but what if I can just get a bj out of her and thats it? Hmm. Hell, Jeffy banged fatties, it can’t be that bad. This goes on for about a quarter of an hour.

Then K gives a description of her belly flailing around while fucking. Ima the fuck out of there. That’s me done, back to the car, screaming. Home time. I almost threw up a little in my mouth.

Girls, why you gotta eat so much?

My gut hurts from how much I laughed after this shit. Damn fun night.

Wednesday…

… night was interesting, to say the least.

A missed opportunity, battling the battlechode*, fleeing blackwater mercenaries and having to indirectly LJBF (Let’s just be friends) a girl for the first time.

* Battlechode is a guy we see out regularly, a Mystery follower, who tries to blow us out of set regularly. We don’t really like him much.

There was a huge footy game on this night, meaning the bogans are out in force. Some girls look damn hot in jerseys though. Mmmmmm.

I see a bombshell set on the dance floor, and almost walk away. Forcing myself to get back in there, I ask if she’s ever been able to make enemies with someone without saying a single word (the bartender here hates us, I think he sees us making girls laugh). She says “you”. I stared at her blankly for about 5 seconds (unreactive to her test) before she goes “I’m just kidding”. I do my best sad face and she laughs, I hug and chat quickly with some high fiving etc etc. She tells me I smell nice. I tell her she smelled like smoke (haha, she did!). I somehow drift off.

This really annoys me. I know this girl was down, and I know that I am capable of grabbing her and making out, dancing, vibing, escalating and getting her out of the place for some glory times. But instead I fade off and tell her she smells like smoke. Her friend had even moved away after 10 seconds, giving me a window of escalation (Girls do this when they want their friends to get laid!). What the fuck.

Admitedly, it was my first set and my brain was barely ticking over. I didn’t see ANY of this shit until like 5 minutes after.

While talking to a couple of girls we see out all the time and are now friends with, some idiot tries to manhandle her over to a couch. We try to blow this guy off, as she is asking us to get her away. Turns out he is here with the blackwater mercenaries (who kill people for a living) we met earlier, who are slowly forming a triangle around us (Me, K and the two girls). This guy is tugging the girl by the arm. She is resisting. We are clawing (my arm around her shoulders so he can’t pull her away). The mercenaries are death staring. People are bumping into us all around. The sound of people talking seems overwhelmingly loud. My brain goes into over-stimulus mode and FREAKS THE FUCK OUT. I turn to K and say “dude…. we need to get the fuck out of here…. now”.

I yell “DANCE FLOOORRR YEAH!” and drag the girls away. Seemed to work flawlessly. It’s been a long time since I was that scared.

I did a few direct approaches that night which I was damn proud of. I’m getting really sick of this indirect bullshit.

Part two coming soon…..

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