It is 2:00AM, I should not be sitting at the computer, I should be
rolling an f-close, but, lo and behold I did not do such tonite (one
can only sport so much game:). Pardon the longness, this is a field
report with a little twist - my ex-fiance was at the club with her new
boyfriend while I sarged, which is something completely alien to me....

First off, I want to thank the community. I have been on and off with
my high school sweet heart for nearly 8 years. We have pushed, shoved,
broken, completed, destroyed- everything I never wanted for nearly a
decade. She defined my self-worth, being, and my esteem. Over the last
few years I have defined myself through her, losing esteem during our
breaks them gaining it during our together times. The information I
have found within the community has turned me toward the guy I always
wanted to be but was always too self-conscious to pursue. The
information I've found throug ASF has changed my life, for the better,
and I want to give a gigantic thank you to everyone who has posted on
here, good, bad, and even troll for the laughs (you know who you are:)

I have been running my own version of game for years now... my ex and I
have split up now and then for months at a time, during which each time
I have done "my own thing." I never considered myself much of an AFC -
but many of the gal's I've closed have been less than 7 material. I
considered myself knowledgable, and I kept DETAILED logs of my
conquests which reached the into the 30's - but something was always
missing. Most girls I've f-closed have been beat - I've felt little
attraction to them but a fleeting moment the night of the close, and
definitely nothing I would pursue for long term commitment......I was
always the "nice guy" who pulled it off well - I peaked in highschool,
dated the hottest girl in the class, gained a rep for being a player
even though I NEVER could hold up to it. I've been scared shitless of
approaching women for years even though I have proven myself to many
others as being confidant and that "go to guy" for advice.
I realized when I found ASF that I was fucking clueless. I thought I
knew how to talk to women - I thought I could manipulate my dating to
success - I've been wrong - so wrong I am ashamed to talk about myself
before I found ASF.

My friend Brian is a natural. He goes up to girls, regardless of where
they are, and gets them. He was married even to a ridiculous blonde. He
has dated the most amazing women I have ever seen. And he is fearless.
He walks up to them, asks them their name, then scores a date for later
that day. I have been hanging with him for years now, and I've always
been the submissive sidekick. He is a natural alpha male... something I
didn't realize affected our hangouts till after i brushed up on my ASF.

What I never realized about my relationship with Brian IS MY
RELATIONSHIP WITH BRIAN. Before I read ASF I never thought about my
position within the small group. I was simply happy to be near someone
willing to talk to females - the fact that I was always the submissive
sidekick was insignificant. He always put me down, asserted himself as
the alpha, and dominated conversations... and he always got the good
looking girl and I got the dog (if there even was one)

My only opportunity to score was always the long shots - I've always
needed several hours, mutual rapport, familiar places, and college
style drinking games to reel -em in. Although I had my share of gals,
there is something different about working a girl 3 hours at a college
party and 10 minutes in a speed set. One is much more rewarding (you
can guess which one that is) Now remember, I've been going to college
for A LONG TIME... I'll be starting law school next year finally... so
I've seen a lot of ridiculous college stuff.

Ok so back to the night... I bought a 375 ML bottle of Jagermeister
earlier today.Of which I drank entirely before being picked up by my
friend for the night out. Jager tastes good, sounds good, and smells
good - seems like the perfect individual shot to me.

I peacocked tonight. I had a blue shirt with sliver sparkling stripes
on it. I had two big silver rings, a titanium watch, spiked hair and
some other "flare" which is what I lke to call it.

Most of my friends make fun of my about this stuff. My best buddy ben
just kinda laughs it off - he is not a believer. And neither was I till
about a week ago.
I have never had problems talking to women, just approaching and
closing. I employed several methods over the last few weeks to every
avail - for example,. I was slapped by some girl last night on
accident... I disregarded the hit and turned my body away to
"punish her" which worked perfectly.

I guess this isn't that much of a field report, more like a confession.

I stumbled upon this group absolutley randomly.... i was looking for
something else when I ran into the seduction community wiki page...
pretty damn random.... now I've read books, archives, and all the above
like it was going out of style:)

All right, so back to the part that kills.

My ex-fiance showed up at the bar, with her new fling. The guy looks
just like me, same style, basic ideals, hair, the whole shennanigan. Of
course she was pulling him around by the arm, just like he was a puppy
dog.
It hurts my friends. I don't know any of you personally, but let me
tell you, it hurts. I lived with this girl for years, dated her for 8
off and on...It hurts in a way that I can't acknowledge.... in a way
that makes me want to write poetry, just to express myself....
Worst off all, she wants me back. She has tried to start things back up
over the last few months but I have refused. I have pushed, and pushed
to get us to this point - the point where conversation is limited and
the interaction is superficial. Believe me, we were close as a snail
and its shell at one point, but now, nothing could be farther.

So she knows nothing about sarging. Absolutely nothing. I was an AFC to
her until tonight, but my runs this night changed everything and
hopefully gave her an ounce of jealousy and me a tidbit of confidence.

THE SETS:

My peacocking killed - she never saw me look like that...I was always
conservative, and at most the skateboard/snowboard type...I feel like a
manipulative bastard. I waited on sets. I saw her across the room,
standing with her faux me (people used to call him my bogus twin in
HS).
I ran sets MM style in front of her... one girl who was her friend... I
was a social butterfly, talking to every female in the area - neggin
hot ones walking by, flirting the stationary, and rolling with the
conversation of tons..... the ex had zero to flaunt but some dude...an
AMOG, who, thanks to this group, I dearmed and had eating out of my
palm. Oh yes, that's right. I AMOGed the dude dating my ex. Destroyed
him, made him think he was my best buddy, belittled my ex, and romped
the situation till the guy looked like a deer in headlights..... I put
him down so hard that my ex confronted me as being "drunk" and "out of
it".... at which point I informed her that I had "gotten into some new
stuff" since we last talked. That's all it took, she was done with me
and my style, and walked away with a look on her face I will never
forget.... and I try not to brag, but my ex is prolly a 9 or so... she
is about 5'8", 115 pounds, redhead, perky boobs, perfect long legs, and
that irish freckled red head look - she was a model for many years and
acts like it, very much so.

So I've been running MM for about 2 weeks now, and I've never had more
success in my life. I have nearly a 75 percent number close rate for
the last week. I consider myself an excellent conversationalist ( i
majored in speech communication and I'm in law school now) so it's
easy for me to continue a convo after I begin it. I have nailed 10
numbers in about 15 days... totally sick, I feel like I am George
Costanza when he realized everything he should do should be the exact
opposite of what he wants too.... I am doing the same thing and it
seems to be working.... I just pulled a coaster out of my pocket which
has the name/number of a decent brunette on it which I scored tonight.
The convo:

Brunette (watching college football on TV next to a friend):
Author: So I guess you're a big football friend
Brunette: Ah not really just the only thing on
Author: I tell you what, I hate football. In fact, I hate sports in
general, unless its like, competitive eating, then that's insane. You
ever see that dude who eats like 100 hotdogs in 10 minutes?
Brunette: Yeah that japanese guy? He's crazy!
Author: That guy could even eat you under the table:) (wink)
Brunette: (appauled look)
Author: Ahhh I'm joking, you could prolly eat mad hot dogs (big fake
smile)
Brunette: Hahah... Hey my names Missy, and this is my friend (don't
remember name)
Author: Hey Missy what's up:)
Brunette: (pause) Ok so, and your name is?
Author: Austin...

I feigned non interest for about 3 or 4 more rounds and bullshitted...
Then....
Author: Hey I gotta get running, my buddies are waiting for me, I gotta
get back to them.
Brunette: Oh Ok...
Author: Well, we gotta continue this conversation sometime.
Brunetter: Yeah, we do.
(real long pause... I stared deep in her eyes)
Brunette: Ok hold on
(she grabs a cardboard coaster, then pulls a blue magic marker out of
nowhere)
Brunetter: give me a ring
(hands the coaster with name and number on it to me)
Author: All right, if you're lucky (then smiled big and seductive)
Brunette: Whatever (jokingly)

Then I left.

That's just it. A coaster with a girls name and number on it. WTF? I
have never been timid, I have scored many, many girls, but never, NEVER
have I pulled a coaster with a girls number on it out of my pocket at
the end of the night. That's exactly what I love about the community.
Impossible, absolutley impossible... Had I not learned the things I
learned here I would have lingered, prolly asked her for the number,
and maybe gotten a bogus response. I feel invigorated, and I'd like to
remind you all of the feeling you get when you first got into this
stuff.....and it worked....absolutely mind boggling. Superb.

I saw a HB10 waiting inline at the bank early today. She was blonde
with a killer chest, perfect ass, tight, low cut blue jeans revealing a
lower back tattoo. I was in a hoodie and sweat pants. And all I could
think of, is how, if I knew a little more and was dressed to kill I
could have at least tried (I let her walk)
I think that's what attracts me most to this group - its the idea of
not being timid.... not holding back... not passing up on that
opportunity... I hang out with guys all the time that have no clue
about all this, and all they do is gawk at girls and say "Man she is
hot"

No longer.... pretty soon, when I see something I want, Ill have the
arsenal to attack and seige. Boo yah to this group, you all rule.