D. Bosola wrote:
> 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.
Maybe the first time, but if you play it nice they get used to it. You
could always say something like:" I don't know, she just looked kinda
interesting" to them.
If you play it really nice they will try to have fun with it as well.
They might look around for a girl you'd like (if you know what you want)
And since they aren't single that shouldn't pose a problem either.
> 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.
>
Keep sending that positive vibe.
> 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.
>
It's all a game ;-)
> **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).
>
Too long. I'd stick with Romanovich. It has a nice ring to it (unless it
means something really weird). But that's just my opinion.
> 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.
>
They either knew what you wanted or thought you were drunk.
> 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.
Practice ;-)
>
> 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.
>
An accent is sometimes very useful. Try to use it at the right time
instead of being ashamed of it.
> 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?)
off course she was. Maybe she was scared you knew him because it could
change what you thought of her but she's still proud of him. And you
already negged about smoking pot.
>
> 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.
>
Pay attention to what she says.
> 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.
>
the last part was very AFC and not funny.
