Holiday's Blog

Recent Inner Game Lesson

2006-07-11T22:36:00.000-07:00

Last week I met up with a few friends I hadn't seen in years. It was my friend, Clark's, birthday and him, his gf, our friend Lima, Lima's girl, Dan, and Q were all to meet up at City Walk for a movie, dinner, and drinks afterward. The amogging starts off harmless enough. Clark and Lima make fun of how I used to dress in HS and how I was into b-boy'ing. Then came comments about my clothing -- I wore a loose tie around an untucked shirt. Then they made fun off my hair. This was the first time I had encountered AMOGing from my long time friends and didn't know how to deal. I could literally feel my state dropping with each hit like I was actually reverting back to my old high school self. After dinner, instead of hitting the bars with them I decided I'd had enough and told everyone I was going home.

At first I was really fucking pissed that people who I thought were my friends would make me feel like that. In analyzing the situation with Ulysses and Grungey10, I came to understand that I'm better for having gone through it. It's not their fault that I'm not yet fully congruent with the person I'm trying to become. My inexperience in the field and low tolerance for social pressure are what really brought my state down. A lot of PUAs talk about the "pain period" you have to endure to become good at this. We've all read the literature and we KNOW how to handle it but unless we've really internalized it, it doesn't do much good. I've spent the last week affirming my belief that the qualities and talents I've worked so hard at developing have serious value. Women want to be around me because I'm talented and passionate at what I do, I'm interesting, and I have a lot to offer. Also, I've implemented some anti-amogging tactics that really hold the frame in my favor.

Another positive side effect that's happened is that I'm motivated to grow my social circle and not JUST sarging for women to have sex with. I think of it as laying a foundation thats more conducive to PU. First learning to be social with women, learning to bring them into my life as friends, then learning to seduce new women I meet and bring them into my social circle.

Having said all that, what are some battles you've come across relating to inner game? I'd love to hear your guys' stories. Or, if you have a critique or need more clarification thats cool too.

Peace!

FR: Vegas

2006-06-20T14:12:00.000-07:00

In my experience getting into the hot clubs in Vegas is impossible without Money, Women in your party, or both. D and I tried going to Pure at Caesars. It turns out it takes $100 per person to bribe the bouncers + $30 cover -- Fuck that.

We walked down the street to Tao at the Venetian. It was a little better here but the only difference is that without Women, they won't allow you to even pay the cover. You have to just hang out in the lounge with a bunch of guys. We walked in and at about 30 feet from the entrance we see a circle of black suits surrounding a guy on the floor in the exact pose you'd see in a crime scene chalk outline. Apparently he got clocked and was waiting for a stretcher. On our way to the bar a fight broke out 5ft. away from Mr. Chalk outline. Ten minutes later a THIRD fight almost broke out. So we left because we didn't want to die.

We sat down on the steps of the Venetian and this girl, HBOlympicSkiier, opened us, "Are you drinking water?!"

me:Ya, we don't get drunk cuz girls just take advantage of us
HB: hahaha

We're in. I walk over and sit near a girl who I've rightly dubbed HBAmogMagnet or HBAM for short. I open her with a funny story about how I have this gay friend and he doesn't know how to shop. Right before I finish her sister comes over looking for attention. I cut the thread and say, "So tell me, do you believe in spells?" More vibing then I run the cube -- thanks for the advice on this Ulysses. We talk about her "ladder" and how she's works in education, vibe about stupid stuff, and then I tell her, "I'm trying so hard not to kiss you...omg, I can't talk to you. [backturn]" She initiates the conversation and I take that as an IOI, I move in for the kiss but she turns and says, "I have to be good, my sister is right there." I tell her that I understand.

I run the sincere compliment routine after that and tell her that her first impression sucked real bad but now that I've gotten to know her better I feel foolish for thinking that. I tell her she's one of THE most genuine and caring person I've met. She tells me I'm hot and I spin kiss her.

Eventually D, HBSkiier, HBAM, HBAMs sister, and two douche bags tag along to O'Sheas. At the bar three guys, all of them with temporary Australian flag tatoos on their cheeks, open HBAM and for most of the time I'm just sitting back and letting them crash and burn on their own. One guy in particular doesn't blow him self out. He's 6'2", built, tan, and looks like an abercrombie model. HBAM is obviously attracted so I leave the happy couple to talk. I open a mixed 3 set and shoot the shit with the guys, "Would you guys fuck Xena the warrior princess??!" It got a good laugh and the girl tells me, "I haven't met you yet." We shake hands and I spin her around and guys start yelling, "OMG THAT WAS FUCKING PIMP! HOLY SHIT I GOTTA TRY THAT SOMETIME!" At that high point I see the model guy go in for a kiss. HBAM pushes his face away and comes to talk with me.

HBAM is worried about her sister so we're two seconds away from looking for her and one of the Douche bags we came with starts capping on me saying that he used to bring his Filipino co-workers bottles of soy sauce to the team meetings, and that his mailman is Filipino or someshit. I put my arm around him like in a mock headlock and tell him he's like my chubby baby brother. It's my first series of AMOG battles so even though I came back I get shaken up a bit. He takes this opportunity to tell HBAM that she's really sexy, beautiful, with a great smile. She's not really into it. I re-engage the group and ask her if she's ever heard of capoeira. As I'm talking I take her hand and sit her down w/her knees inbetween mine. I finish my story and we go off to find D. AMOGS BE DAMNED!

At this point my brain is dead from all the verbal sparring, something I'm totally not used to coming from a Day Game camp. D and I decide to get Oreo cookie shakes so we leave them to gamble. The second we leave, the previous AMOGS sit right next to HBAM and her friends to try again.

This was totally unintentional but leaving was the best possible thing to do. We sat down at Denny's waiting for our shakes and HBSkiier was calling D asking us to come save them. We meet up with them again and they decide to leave their bratty sister to make out with some random guy and they try to extract us to their hotel to gamble. We're to tired to see through this and tell her we don't want to gamble and head back to our hotel.

I'm getting ready for bed and D gets a call inviting us over to cuddle, no sex, just cuddle were their exact words. I'm not stupid, so we head over there. We walk in their room and I see HBAMs sister passed out on the bed -- DAMN!-- while HBAM and HBSkiier are eating roomservice on the other bed. We talk for a bit and HBAM ends up fuckin going to sleep next to her sister. I don't think they were expecting their sister back so soon. Anyways, D is on the bed w/his target and I decide to walk down the hall to get a soda and let him do his thing -- I'll let him explain that part to you. Anyways, even tho it was a disappointing ending, I got valuable field experience from this and ran my entire routine stack.

My Official Review of Grungey's Workshop

2006-05-23T19:26:00.000-07:00

In college, social circle is where my whole non-academic life revolved around. Cold approaching was totally unnecessary and not even something that crossed my mind at all. You meet, date, and get intimate almost entirely from this pool of acquaintances. After college, all that changed. My friends either got jobs, moved away, or got married and the friends you. I got an office job and if you didn't know then burn this into your brain: There are NO WOMEN in I.T. During this time in my life I had a long term girlfriend making a non-issue out of my dwindling social circle.

After we broke up everything changed. I would go to clubs and bars with some guy friends and always feel frustrated after seeing a girl I liked and never even saying hi to her. I know a lot guys out there can relate but after coming from a big social circle, having girls attracted to me throughout college, and having an LTR it was a huge shock realizing I didn't have the social skills to meet the kind of people I wanted to. Not just meeting women to date, but meeting and making new friends was totally foreign to me outside of an academic setting.

Lets set the record straight, I'm Filipino-American and it's important I mention that because I'll be talking about it later, but I gotta tell you MySpace just does not work for me. My roommate, however, gets dates and meets new girls almost entirely on that thing. He's white and was recently on an MTV show and I'm always amazed at how girls will just flock to him solely based on looks. So rather than be a fucking negative Nancy about my situation I decided to take Grungey's Workshop.

Outer game results
Grungey broke down the structure of Day Time interactions from Meet to Close and at every step went into their subtleties. For example, the most basic skill of opening was broken down into it's atomic parts and I was taught why it worked. Women are more focused on social things, the human experience, things relating to people whereas Men are into objects and problem/solution topics. Keeping these things in mind I can confidently open any group. Before Grungey's Workshop I couldn't even Open successfully. Now I've progressed to the point of being able to number close at least once each time I go out. My sticking point now is getting a SOLID number, which is a huge sticking point. I need to calibrate my Game to have the right amount of comfort and attraction (general and sexual)

Inner game results
I'm more relaxed in set now, not totally relaxed but much better than before. I'm more confident now that I know what to say. Point blank, the biggest change in my inner game is that I know being Asian doesn't put a limitation on my the kinds of women I date and that I'm not limited to dating within the Asian Community. Looking at mainstream media, I try to think back to the last time I saw an Asian male being pursued by beautiful women. I mean, who on TV looks like me, or even broader, who on TV is from the same ethnic background as me. Answer: Nobody. And if they are Filipino they play Japanese guys, or Korean guys. It just pissed me off that we are portrayed as Gangsters, Math nerds, or some variation of an a non-sensual male.

It's easy to be influenced by the media and let them establish my limiting beliefs. After seeing this stuff work in the field, and actually implementing some of it myself, I've found most women extremely open to meeting guys like me.

In Field results
Number close each time I sarge
3 Way Make out in a club
Kiss closes in a club
Widening social circle.

I'm nowhere near where I'd like to be but Grungey's workshop definitely started me on the right path. I would definately recommend this workshop to anyone looking to not only get better with women, but improve themselves in general. You can check him out at www.captivatetoconnect.com

FR: First Club Makeout

2006-05-08T23:32:00.000-07:00

I went to a party at a club with one of my LTRs over the weekend. The night started out slow, but after not having sarged all week, I was determined to practice my routine stack, or at least pieces of it, with as many people as I could. Half way through the night my LTR opens a 2 set of blondes with a direct line. They kiss each other, just a peck on the lips. They were about to part ways but I stepped in and ran some indirect game.

Wide rapport stuff, pumped the buying temperature of the cuter one, addressed the group. At this point she was really into my LTR and kind of into me. It kind of felt like I was stalling out so I threw in my qualifying stack and decided to go for isolation. Had I not warmed up on UGS and shooting the shit with the bouncers I would've been nervous and the sarge would've went down the drain.

"Hey you know what?" I was going to bait the cube.
"What's that?"
"I know we just met, but I have an insight about you something deep." I maintain eye contact and pull her a bit closer.
"Tell me!"

From here I bait the cube with a modified line I got from OCWaterBoy. As I'm about to explain how the cube works I interrupt myself and say, "Hey, I wanna show you something really cool. Don't move." I go to her friends and let them know I'm gonna steal their friend for 5 minutes, "We'll be across the room on the other side of the dance floor, don't worry she's in expert hands" is how I phrase it.

I tell her to follow, take two steps, stop, look back, and offer my arm like the gentleman that I am. I confidently cut a line straight through the dance floor and as we pass the halfway mark I stop. I face her towards me in a gentle, but firm way, and say. "You know, HB, [long pause] I think you're beautiful." At this point she completely melts and turns AFC. Playing with her hair, shy body language, HUGE smile. "My LTR and I would really like to get to know you better." From here, I offer my hand and we walk to a booth where I ask for a marker and paper. We exchange numbers and I tell her to draw a picture of herself to remember her by. We walk back to where my LTR and her friends are and I remind her about the cube.

We find a semi-secluded place to sit. I put her legs in between mine and my LTR is on her left. I start out by telling her there are 5 aspects to the cube and each is a different aspect of who she is, but I'll only give her 3 and the other two will be when we hang out again. As I ask her each question, I lean back, stay relaxed, and try to piece together what I'll say about the cube. When it comes time to give my analysis I phase shift. I put my hand on her thigh and lean in. My LTR does the same. My lips are brushing her ear and I'm speaking softly, very slowly..And....With lots of....Pauses. I finish of my analysis of the flowers, lean back, and look at her -- she has this amazed look and I can see doggy bowl dinner eyes. I slowly put my hand behind my LTRs upper back and gently push her into the HB. They make out for a good while.. All I can do is lean back and smile. Not to mention get the BIGGEST FUCKIN BONER IN THE WORLD. After they stop, the HBs chest and looks at me in the most seductive way you can imagine. She looks to my LTR for approval, who's resting her head on the HBs chest. She says to the HB, "You can kiss him if you want to."

I'm leaning back when she leans over. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a long passionate make out. I've never kissed a white girl in my whole life! LOL. We vibe for a bit and set up a d2 for this Friday. As we're leaving I ask her, "Are you a thief?" I'm sure she expected some cheesy line about stealing hearts. "See this bracelet, I'm not giving this to you, but I want you to hold onto it to remember us by. I'll take it back when we hang out again this Friday." I have a solid phone game plan and my room is set up for a D2. I'll update when I have more.

Holiday out

Where to find Chicks in South OC

2006-05-06T14:28:00.000-07:00

If you're on the prowl for some HAWT women, then head out to Tortilla Flats. By Hot women I do mean fat, old, fat & old women. Seriously, that place fucking sucks. It was Drinko De Mayo and there wasn't a single HB worth talking to. That's not an excuser move, they were really fat.

How to recover from an argument.

2006-04-29T23:04:00.000-07:00

A skill that I've been forced to develop is something I like to call, "recovery." I'm sure there's a term out there in the community for it but seeing as how I'm only on Day 2 of 6 for my Day Game workshop, this is what I'm going to use. Recovery is when a woman gets emotional in a negative way and you have to change her emotion into a positive one. She's had a bad day, mad at something you've done, or whatever else.

This particular case involves both girls I'm dating. They're BOTH on their cycles meaning I have double the headaches. To clarify, they are NOT FBs, I genuinely care for them and would even be comfortable with bringing them to a family party. Which, in Filipino culture is a HUGE step in any relationship. Any girl that walks into a family party with me has to be able to hold her own against whatever my drunken uncles throw our way. As far as character goes, they both have qualities I absolutely adore. LTR1 is very ambitious and driven, we share a love for traveling and have even gone as far as NY together. She's an amazing dancer and makes friends with even the most antisocial people. LTR2 is one of the most caring people I've met. Athletic, energetic, and sincere in her passion to help people less fortunate than her, I easily get lost in her dreams.

Of course, any relationship isn't with out its steamy pile of horse shit. LTR1, at this particular time of the month, gets needy in a decidedly female way. I'm busy, she's busy, the only time we have to talk is late at night, like 12am. In her mind she equates me listening to her day directly relational to how much I care for her. To tell the truth, I like her a lot but I do not like talking on the phone for a few reasons. One, I don't care about the orange flavored cheesecake you had, or how your boss flirts with you. Two, you've told all the excusers how your day was already, why you need to tell me I'll never know. Three, sometimes I'm with LTR2 and can't talk. So now she's mad, but how do I recover? Well I'm still in the process of actually outlining what I do, but here's what I've figured out so far. Again, if this is outlined in an mPUAs method it is purely coincidental.

I can tell she's mad by her body language and tonality. She'll very rarely tell me she's mad with out a bit of prodding. Why? Because if you care, you'll try and find out -- very simple.
She won't tell you why she's mad so you must try to get it out of her. I can't remember what I say at this point, I'll write some stuff down next month when I get in another argument about this SAME TOPIC...WOMEN! Anyways, the gist of it is you must make yourself vulnerable. At this point she knows you are in a position of power and won't open up until that balance is restored. It's your job to make her feel both of you are on an equal playing field. If she feels you won't step on her feelings by calling her stupid or something then you're well on your way.
DO NOT under any circumstances freak out. Even if she did something really stupid.
Think about what she's told you. If you fucked up, give her a hug; if it's someone else's fuck up, give her a hug. At this point she just opened up to you and is feeling SUPER vulnerable. Make her feel safe. If you want, offer a story where you felt a similar emotion to the one she's feeling now. In this way, whatever you say later will have more effect because of that commonality.
If it's your fuck up then do your best not to put your tail between your legs. She'll only respect you less. Instead hold your ground and explain your situation. Example, "You never call me enough"

LTR1:You never call me enough.
HOLIDAY:You know we're both busy. And a big chunk of the free time I have, I give it to you. I made you feel neglected... I apologize. But you know that this isn't entirely on me. Two people are in this relationship so we need to work through this together. You should know I call you as often as I can...And... [INSERT MY BADASS LINE] The feeling you give me when we're together...Is...It's something that I've become addicted to. When we don't see each other, I think we both get a little frustrated and it comes out in unexpected ways -- like talking on the phone. [PAUSE] Lets set a day just for us.
LTR1: ok
HOLIDAY: [PUMP FIST]

As much as possible use "we" instead of "you." You, sounds accusational and will only give you more shit. The above scenario is something that really happened. Just the act of writing it out got me all pissed and worked up about stupid things.

LTR2 is the type of person who tries to stay optimistic in even the worst of situations. She lost her cell phone, someone hit her PARKED car, her parents were giving her flak the whole week, and she hadn't slept much because of midterms/papers/errands. I saw her this past weekend and even though she was wearing a smile I could just tell something was wrong. Sometimes with girls like that it doesn't help to ask what's wrong at that point in time. Instead, I went straight into making her feel better. I figured that once she's better she'll tell me what's wrong.

HOLIDAY:I can tell something's wrong.
LTR2: [faint smile]
HOLIDAY:Hmm...well on a scale of 1-10 what's your stress level
LTR2: I'd say 9.5 [nervous laughter]
HOLIDAY: Ok then, I'll give you a hug that's a 9.6 on the hug scale [lame i know but you gotta do it] Lie back on the bed, I want to show you something I've been working on.

Up until this point she never knew I could play guitar and sing at the same time. So I gave her a mini concert of like 5 songs I knew. The last being her all time favorite one. By the last song I asked her what her stress level was and she said, "negative one." If you can't play the guitar that's ok. Like I've said everyone has a talent and if you feel like you don't then now is a perfect time to go out and cultivate one. For those of you looking for a quick fix in the meantime I submit to you "discount poetry." It's in the same vein as discount magic:

She's had a bad day so tell her you wrote a poem for her. For example lets say your girls name is Jane
There are tulips in the garden
There are tulips in the [rain]
But the two lips I love best
Are the two lips on [Jane]

I'm guessing you can see the pattern here. Just make sure whatever is in the brackets rhyme. It's supposed to raise her state so you can talk about normal things. Hopefully you have other stuff to back that up but that little poem will get you started in the right direction.

Field Report HB8.5

2006-04-27T13:16:00.000-07:00

I told myself I would do these a lot but this one has me way too excited.

I went to get a haircut at my local salon this morning since my hair is slowly approaching an unmanageable status. I park and make a bee line towards the door. At about 10 feet I slow down, put my left thumb in my pocket, and look directly at the girl working the door. At about 6 I smile a big smile, at 4 feet I raise my right hand to about shoulder level as she opens the door. I give her a quick opener, kino, tell a quick joke, sign in, then sit and wait. Now, something you should know is that I ABSOLUTELY LOVE Frozen Go-gurt and just to happen to have some with me. So I'm enjoying it like a little kid while I wait; plus it helps me to relax just in case my hairdresser happens to be an HB.

After 5 minutes she comes to get me, an HB8.5, and easily the hottest girl in the whole room. Her long hair was pulled back, with strands of it falling at the side of her face. She has big round eyes and a very warm, genuine smile. You can tell she works out. She's a bit taller than me too. We exchange names and I ask her what her story is while she massages my scalp. It's a horrible massage by the way, she's just messing up my hair. As she's washing my hair I tell her a story of what I do.

"I work in computers," I tell her, "but my passions are what I like to focus on."

I tell her about my dreams to travel and learn new languages. I strategically leave out how I'm learning how to PU chicks. I tell her about how I will join a humanitarian league abroad and build houses for underprivileged families, teach math to little kids in rural areas, and make time to party my freakin ass off -- all true things about myself. We walk back to her station and I ask, "I've been trying to figure it out, but what nationality are you?" She's a mix of three things but all I remember is that she's full Hotanese. I engage her in playful banter while we're standing up, tell her to extend her hand, then I spin her in front of EVERYONE. At that point all the ladies in the place perk up and notice and the guy in front of me can't believe what he just saw. I shoot him a quick glance and just keep going with my stack.

A few minutes pass and she says that she has this secret wish to be dipped by a complete stranger and after spinning her I suspect that a few girls have that same wish.

I cube her, give my analysis, and while I'm talking I can see she's getting emotional. Her eyes start tearing up a bit as I talk about her "flowers." I tell her my super line, which I will now give to you for free.

"Yellow is the color for childlike innocence. It means the people close to you are either children, or children at heart. The reason there are so few of them is... Well there could be two. One, you don't know how to water your damned flowers! Or two, distance wise you're not able to see them and because you're so focused on your goals you've drifted a bit."

Turns out that I was dead on.

I open up to her and tell her my vulnerability story. And she tells me how she misses her sister who's back east. At this point I shut the hell up and after a few seconds she asks what I'm doing tonight. I transition into my martial arts story and she's apparently done the very same martial art. She starts doing these lame kicks to my right in the middle of the salon and I tell her that it's so cute how she's a bit uncoordinated. HAHA negged -- probably at the wrong time but I couldn't help myself.

After she's done I tell her Grungey's number close transition line and add that we should hang out. I tell her it sucks that we can't get to know each other more -- I get a shit tested.

"It's a professional setting, of course we can't."

I tell her we should hang out and she tells me that it sounds like fun. I pull out my phone and she tells me that she's not aloud to give her number out to customers. They get in trouble for shit like that from the managers.

"How bout this, I'll give you my card. If you ever need a haircut you can come back and bring your friends if they need one too," is what she tells me.

"If I call you, it's not going to be for a haircut." Hell no I wasn't going to pull all that crap and not get her number.

At this point we're at the counter and I take a pen, her card, and hand them both to her. She looks around quickly to find the floor manager and then DUCKS UNDERNEATH THE COUNTER TO WRITE HER NUMBER. I don't even look at it, I just put it in my pocket and leave. I'll call her later to say good night.

Thoughts on Direct Game

2006-04-26T23:10:00.000-07:00

Before I get to the meat of it, it's important you understand a little bit about me. Mainly, I have a dual personality. For me, reaching one truth is a difficult task since I can see merit to both sides of an issue. As it relates to pickup at times I'm feeling talkative and I want to go indirect. Other times I feel lazy as fuck and I want to go Direct and get straight to comfort. I see the value in both methods and can't bring myself to stick to one and master it. Also, I sincerely believe everyone has at least one solid talent that makes up the bulk of their identity; for me, that talent is mimicry. I tend to pick things up fairly quick and find it hard to stick to one method. Since I've had success with Indirect and Direct, I can't decide -- so choose both. I'll never be a master at Indirect, or a master at Direct, but one day I will be a master at combing the two, that's my plan.

While I've had some great instruction on Indirect Day Game from Grungey, I've been experimenting with Direct Game courtesy of Sharks 8-CD set. One theme he follows is that YOU are the Prince coming to sweep this girl off her feet. To my male brain it sounds pretty far fetched so I got one of my female friends to paint a picture of how Prince Charming would take her away to his castle and proceed to bang her silly.

She described the scene like it was out of "Sex and the City." It is raining and she's walking home from her job trying to flag down a taxi. She has only a scarf and gloves to keep her warm; and with no umbrella the rain makes her squint as she searches the streets for a taxi. In the distance she notices a man walking towards her -- slowly. He's taller than she is, athletic, has fashionable clothes, and most importantly has an umbrella big enough for the two of them. In a confident tone he says, "Hi," and offers to share his umbrella. He hands over the umbrella and steps in the street to stop a cab where they share it to her place. During the ride the conversation starts off superficial and only builds connections on common things. "Where do you like to go on the weekends?" or "What kind of music do you like." The conversation is medium to high energy from what I can tell in the tone of her voice. However, once they're more comfortable they connect on a deeper level and talk about their passions in life, what their ambitions are, and even what makes them vulnerable. The energy level drops but both people are intrigued by the other.

At this point she stopped but it was clear that after they built a deep connection she would already be strongly attracted. When I asked her where she would not meet her Prince she replied in that matter-of-fact way, "In a bar or club, or someone I had a threesome with." Don't let that stop you though.

Some points of interest in her story translated into Pickup Speak:
1) The man went in Direct style. Approached from head on and offered his umbrella, flagged a taxi cab, as if to save her from the rain. In Direct we are in the frame of saving women from all the Excusers around her. She's tired of meeting losers who whistle and scream things like, "hey sweet cakes!"

2) She describes his body language as confident and says nothing about him being nervous or shifty. What Prince displays nervous body language.

3) Wide and deep rapport through story telling.

The only bullshit part of her story was that he had to be taller than her. That's just what she knows from television, but that feeling she gets from being swept away in the moment will break that limiting belief of hers. Don't believe me? I have a story to tell in my next post, something that just happened to me 30 minutes ago (it's 1:11 PM right now) that broke through that limiting belief.

Also notice, the man in the above scenario went straight into comfort. The act of being direct and sub-communicating his interest in his body language and tonality is what sealed the deal. I asked her if she could feel what it's like to be swept off her feet and if the act of describing it put her in that elevated state. Of course, she said yes. Then I playfully told her to come over and not wear any panties. Which now she is planning on doing this next Friday...Although maybe she was just being playful back -- who knows.

From what I understand in meeting Guru's like Grungey and Asian Playboy, everyone has to go direct at some point in the interaction. One of the biggest stick points guys have in this game according to APB is phase shifting in to a sexual frame. Making your interest known is a difficult thing to do since at that point you make yourself vulnerable to being truly blown out. When my game reaches that point I feel like my experimentation with Direct will serve me well and make that transition, while still being difficult, a bit easier.

My First Post

2006-04-24T13:30:00.000-07:00

I've taken the plunge and started a blog. I want to document my journey into the seduction community, track my progress, and hopefully inspire other guys along the way. My name is Holiday and I'm fairly new to the game. I get asked, "Why are you in the Game?" What are your goals? At first I told people my stock response, "To bang ho's all day long, then have them make me a turkey sandwich ... With avocado. Then I'll go on Xbox Live and pWn n00bs for a few hours. Afterwards I'll work out, bang more ho's, but this time I'll have protein shake with banana blended in." Totally do-able given enough time and skill, but deep down I knew this wasn't all together true. After much thought I broke it down into 3 main reasons of why I'm in the Game: 1. Figure out what I like in a woman 2. Figure out what I don't like in a woman 3. Figure out what I can put up with in a woman. Of course I'm talking LTR/mLTRs here, and not criteria for a ONS. As for what I like in a woman I have a few qualities I'm looking for

1. Cute/Hot -- Self explanatory
2. Interesting conversation -- I need a woman who can talk about anything and make it interesting. If we're vibing about 80's cartoons she'll hum the theme song to Voltron with me. If we're talking about our goals in life she'll have something to say. From serious to silly she has to display that mental flexibility to keep up.
3. Ambitious -- She has goals and actively works towards them, as opposed to having their grumpy pants on and using me as a vent box.
4. Talented -- Talent can be anything. Music, sports, academics, whatever it is she has to be good at it.
5. Athletic -- The half life of your average hottie isn't very long at all. Soon enough she'll degrade into the "Ex-Party chick" If they work out they can stretch it out for a lot longer.
6. Sex -- Likes to get down a lot... A LOT

Qualities I don't like in a woman are the polar opposites of the above six. Things I can put up with depend on how well a woman can pull off the top 6

Holiday out.