Bosola is back! Here is another exciting account of many blunderful
attempts at shedding my rAFC status on the mean streets of NYC. This
weekend featured two full nights of sarging, which was nice, since I've
flirted with loads of HB's in the last two weeks but haven't done any
proper sarging with a wing. Hope you will enjoy the FR, as always I
welcome comments on all aspects of my game at any point.

FRIDAY:
Went to sushi dinner with some AFC friends and flirted with the hot
Chinese waitresses relentlessly. We are regulars there. The waitresses
always have fun when I flirt with them because I know I can't ever hook
up with them (the manager has a very strict rule about fraternizing
with customers) and despite knowing that, I still flirt with them like
crazy. They've also seen me bring at least 4 different Asian girls here
on dates, so they know I love Asian women and I'm not even trying to
hide it.

Left sushi restaurant and went up to a bar/lounge in midtown East (53rd
and 2nd) to meet with a co-worker of mine and her friends. HB CoWorker
(HB 6.5) is a sweet girl and one of my closest friends at the office.
She sees me coming out of my shell lately and is doing everything she
can to help get poor Bosola socially acclimatised! Anyway, she is
strictly pivot material. She is with HB BestFriend (7.5) who I have met
before on several occasions and built rapport with when I was still
totally AFC. HB Bestfriend is very cute and has sent me IOIs on several
occasions, but she currently has a boyfriend. He's a cool guy and I
wouldn't feel right moving in on his woman, so for now HB BestFriend is
also just a pivot. There are two other friends there (avg 6.5) that I
wasn't digging at all, so the purpose of this meeting for me was to
collect pivots and build my social circle. I considered walking away
from them in the bar and doing some cold approaches on random HB's but
Coworker/friends have never seen me do anything like this, and it would
have looked weird.

Left the bar and am walking down the street with the four girls when
RussianPUA calls me. He asks where I am and I say "I am walking down
2nd Avenue with four beautiful women on my arm, and you are sitting in
your apartment looking at porn. Sucks for you" and the girls start
laughing and rolling their eyes at me. I tell RussianPUA that we are
headed for Grand Central and that he should meet me there. The two
friends bail on the way down to GCT and HB CoWorker bails when we
finally reach 42nd street (she lives at 42nd and 1st) so it's just me
and HB BestFriend. I walk her to GCT to put her on her train back to
CT, on the way there we catch up and talk about Bosola's recent failed
relationship where he was AFC and got totally pwned by the chick. HB
BestFriend is one of the many people who had advised me to break up
with that girl, so she is happy that the reign of terror is over and
that I am able to be happy and live my life again.

Chilled with HB BestFriend for a bit in GCT, continuing to build
rapport while waiting for her train. Now I am pretty sure the
attraction is there already, but there's not much I can do because of
the BF. We walk to the clock in the center of the grand concourse to
find RussianPUA in mid-set with a brunette HB. Then the brunette's
boyfriend comes along and he gets blown out. I introduce him to HB
BestFriend and he immediately starts gaming her heavily, pulling out
tired shit like the "c-shaped smile" routine. NOT COOL! I give HB
BestFriend a huge hug and kiss on the cheek and we eject.

**EDITOR'S NOTE**
RussianPUA has requested that his nickname be changed. RussianPUA is
paranoid, and worries that his current nick may give too many clues to
his real identity. He also declined to provide a suitable alternative,
leaving the choice of new nickname entirely at my discretion. So after
much thought, I have chosen one. The Pickup Artist Formerly Known As
RussianPUA will now be referred to as Родион Романович
Raskolnikov (Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov).

After leaving Grand Central, Raskolnikov and I walk eastward to do some
sarging. Along the way, he tells me about a girl he has been on four
dates with, who is playing extremely hard to get. The girl already has
a boyfriend and says she doesn’t want to cheat. I tell Raskolnikov he
needs to do one of two things ASAP: fuck her or next her, but stop
playing her stupid games. It’s amazing the shit that women think they
can get away with when you decide to be AFC again just for a little
while. We go back to 2nd avenue and walk into a lounge to find that
it’s fairly target rich. Raskolnikov gets himself a drink while I
scope out the room. He comes back to me in the center of the room and I
point out what looks like a very challenging 4-set (3 guys and an Asian
HB 8.5).

With Raskolnikov standing behind me, I open the set solo and witness a
strange phenomenon. I’m not able to get everyone’s attention and
the set splits into two. If my very limited understanding of MM is
correct, it’s important for me first to engage and disarm the
obstacles. So I shout “Hey guys!” with the intention of doing my
opener and basically focusing on the three guys. But after turning to
look at me for a second, HB Asian continues her conversation with Guys
1 and 2 and I only have the attention of Guy3. Unfazed, I continue to
plow with some new material.

Bosola: Hey, what’s the oldest virgin you’ve ever met?
Guy3: What the hell? The oldest virgin?
Bosola: Yeah, what’s the oldest virgin you’ve ever met?
Guy3: Nineteen?
Bosola: That’s it? Weak.
Guy3: Well, twenty-four.
Bosola: You know a twenty-four year old virgin?
Guy3: Yeah.
Bosola: That’s pretty messed up. Wait, it’s not you, is it? (grin
and slap Guy3 on back). Just kidding.
Guy3: Why are you asking me this?
Bosola: Well my friend and I were just discussing this question (motion
to Raskolnikov) What would you do if you met a 29-year-old virgin?
Guy3: Well that depends, does she want to get married or…
Bosola: Yeah man, she’s a 29-year-old virgin! She is saving herself!
(This guy is an AFC and he is totally drunk. I realize the other 3 may
be passing him off on me because he’s clearly a loser, so I now
engage Guy2 as well) Hey dude, I need your opinion on this right now,
what would you do if you met a 29-year-old virgin?
Guy2: I WOULD FUCK HER!!!
(big shock. This skinny little Asian kid turns out to be totally alpha.
Maybe he was already gaming the HB before I showed up?)
Bosola: Whoa, just like that? What if she gets all attached to you and
shit? I mean, you’d be her first, that’s a big deal to most girls.
You know she’s been saving herself for marriage and you would go
ahead and bang her, just like that, huh?
Guy2: I don’t give a shit if she’s waiting for marriage. I’d fuck
her. I’d fuck her like a dozen times in one night. Then she would get
knocked up. That would be awesome.
Bosola: Damn dude, you’re fearless, I like your style.
(I high-five Guy2, showing alpha qualities)

NOW the set gets interesting. For about five minutes I have been
engaging Guy3 and Guy2 and COMPLETELY IGNORING the target, who is
insanely hot and standing only 4 feet away. As I am high-fiving Guy2
and displaying alpha quality, the target STOPS TALKING to Guy1 and
turns to face us. I continue ignoring her and am having an awesome time
laughing my ass off talking to Guy2 about banging 29-year-old virgins.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see her standing there looking at me
for 15-30 seconds, but she doesn’t say anything, and I never make eye
contact or even look in her direction.
In retrospect I realize this was the appropriate time to “notice”
her and address her directly, but I wasn’t sure how to involve her in
the conversation. After 30 seconds have passed she seems to get bored
so she turns, walks past Guy1 and goes somewhere else in the bar.
Although I never actually engaged the target, this was a great learning
experience for me because I’ve only read about this tactic in books
and never tried it in the field. I was amazed at how perfectly it
seemed to work: by completely freezing out the target and engaging the
obstacles/AMOGs, I stealth my way into the set. Then, by not seeking
the attention of the target but still appearing alpha, I eventually get
her to focus on me.
My only mistake was not recognizing the proper moment to stop ignoring
her.
HELP NEEDED HERE.

Once the HB disappears I fuck around with Guy3 for a little while. He
has noticed that I speak in very measured tones and enunciate well, so
he asks if I’m from the UK. I tell him yes, that I’m amazed he
noticed that, that I’m from London originally but have lived in New
York for 10 years now and am trying very hard to cover my accent. While
telling him this I sort of “slip” and start letting out some London
dialect. LOL. He totally buys it and tells me I should be proud to be
from the UK and shouldn’t hide my accent. Idiot.

Anyway, I am tired of talking to this drunken mongoloid so I turn back
to my trusty wingman and we get ready to open a real set. I walk up to
two girls and do the Snooping Girlfriend opener, which Raskolnikov and
I have honed to an art form in and of itself. The girls are HB 8.5
(short blonde hardbody w/ face like Keira Knightley) and HB 6.75. The
set works like clockwork. Both girls are totally into it from the
beginning and HB Keira shouts something like “You know, I’m an
expert on sexual dynamics” to which I respond “cool, so you
probably give great relationship advice,” and just like that, we are
in set. We fluff and BS with them for a while, I am vibing HB Keira. I
notice that I am unconsciously leaning in, so I keep straightening my
posture and taking a step or two back while talking to her, and do my
best to act cool. There is a rodeo on the TV above us so I ask her
“Hey, are you into rodeo?” (which is obviously a joke, because this
is NYC) and she starts going off on a tangent about how she thinks
rodeo is cruel because they ride these poor bulls all the time and
hogtie the poor defenseless calves. So I immediately neg her with
“What are you, some kind of pot-smoking, tree-hugging hippie?” Then
she says she’s not a hippie, and she doesn’t smoke pot, but she
used to smoke pot all the time and it really fucked up her life so she
had to stop. Interesting. Then she tells me that her dad used to grow
his own pot. So I ask about her dad and she goes “My dad is a
genius.” She says this several times. Seems her dad is some famous
professor. I can tell she’s a bit uncomfortable with it but it’s
obviously a big deal to her and it’s something very formative to her
personality. Afterwards I realized: wait, was she trying to qualify
herself? (opinions?)

At this point the waitress comes by with jello shots. I say, “Let’s
do some jello shots.” And she puts four down on the table. We all do
the jello shots before any money has changed hands. The old me (AFC)
would have whipped out his wallet and paid for all the jello shots. But
Bosola is smarter now: so I say to HB 6.75 “Hey guys, it’s really
sweet of you to buy us jello shots!” Both girls laugh and we each pay
separately.

Raskolnikov isolates the friend-obstacle and I talk to HB Keira for
about five minutes. I tell her I get the impression that she’s very
intellectual and doesn’t feel like she really connects with her
fellow human beings. This is good stuff and she loves it. However, I
make a few mistakes here. First, I keep looking over at her friend and
I’m concerned because although she is talking to Raskolnikov, she
looks bored. I’m also trying not to focus too much on HB Keira, so I
keep leaning back and sort of glancing around the room while she’s
talking to me. In retrospect, this is probably bad once we have reached
the rapport stage, because I’ve already gotten her to notice me, have
fun with me and then converse with me on a deeper level, but now I’m
throwing off signals like “is there a hotter girl in the room that I
should be talking to?” HELP NEEDED HERE.

Finally, I go for the number close and botch it. Raskolnikov motions
for us to leave so I say “Hey, we have to take off, why don’t you
give me your number and we’ll hang out sometime.” She goes with the
tried and true “Why don’t you give me your number instead?” I
thought I was prepared for this so I went with “Don’t worry, just
give me your number. It will be ok.” But I think I delivered it
wrong. I should say this very quietly and seductively while looking
into her eyes, right? And should I kino her while I say it? I think
that I sounded a little panicky when I said it because this is the
first time I’ve had to deal with that particular defense to the
attempted number close. Anyway, she took out her phone and I told her
my number, which she typed in but didn’t store or press send. Then:

Bosola: Call me.
HB Keira: I will.
Bosola: No. Call me NOW.
HB Keira: I will, I promise.
Bosola: You’re lying. (I roll my eyes at her)
HB Keira: I never lie. I swear I will call you.
Bosola: Whatever. (I turn to Raskolnikov and we EJECT)

Ugh. SO CLOSE. Where did this go wrong?

After this, Raskolnikov and I walked around for about 30 minutes but
couldn’t find any sets to open. We went to McDonalds to get a
midnight snack and while Raskolnikov was standing on line, I sat down
and opened a 70-year-old homeless woman just for kicks. Seems she was
from Romania. She started talking to me about how she saw so many young
people in the McDonalds late at night, and she didn’t know where they
came from. I explained that most of them were out partying and
drinking. She tells me I seem like a nice guy and I should find myself
a pretty girl. So I look her squarely in the eye and go “What do you
think I am doing right now?” She laughs – good karma. Raskolnikov
comes back and we eject immediately because as much as I’m enjoying
the interaction, this woman has obviously not bathed in weeks and she
smells like shit.

Last set of the night: outside a bar. Two girls smoking a cigarette. I
can’t really see their faces from across the street so this could be
a bad idea, but whatever. I go into the set and yeah, they turn out to
be 5.5’s (and that’s being kind).

Bosola: Hey, I’m sorry to bother you guys, but do you have an extra
cigarette? I’d be eternally grateful.
UG1: We don’t have any cigarettes. Get your own. (gives me dirty
look)
Bosola: Oh, please be kind to me. All I’m asking for is one
cigarette. It’s good karma to help a fellow human being, you know.
UG2: Sorry, don’t have any. (looks at the other UG and they giggle).
Bosola: I don’t think you understand. I’m dying for a cigarette. If
I can’t find one, I’m going to go home and kill myself, I’ll be
so distraught.
UG1: Do whatever you have to do.
Bosola: Please – I’ll do anything. (gets down on his knees) I’m
down on my knees BEGGING you for a cigarette. Can’t you see I’m
desperate? I’ve hit rock bottom here.
UG1: Well, I was actually thinking about giving you one, until you did
that.
Bosola: Huh?
UG2: Yeah, you shouldn’t beg, it looks really pathetic.
Raskolnikov: Hey, what’s going on here?
UG2: Your friend is begging us for a cigarette. He’s a really sad
case. You should get him some help.
Bosola: These girls are being so cruel to me! All I wanted was ONE
cigarette!
UG1: Wow, you are such a loser.
Bosola: I just want you to know something. (I stand up and dust myself
off) What I asked of you was nothing but a random act of human
kindness.
UG1: Whatever.
Bosola: Now I am going to go home and kill myself, and it’s going to
be on you.
UG1: Have fun.
Bosola: And I’ll tell you something else too.
UG1: Yeah?
Bosola: Get ready for this, because it’s gonna blow your mind.
UG1: What?

I lean in very close, push her hair aside, and whisper in her ear, “I
DON’T SMOKE.”

EJECT! Raskolnikov and I walk away, laughing hysterically. What a great
set. The UG’s scream something at us but I don’t hear what it was,
and we don’t turn around.

We walk around for a little while and do a postmortem of HB Keira, then
head home.

Bosola.