Honestly this thing is so fucking long that I do not have the time or
the energy to do a postmortem. I hope you are enjoying it and again I
welcome any comments or pointers you may have on my game at this point.
(hell it took me all day to write it, the least you can do is give me a
"nice job" or "you the man Bosola!")

RAY: If you don't have anything constructive to say, please be kind
and don't post.

Thanks all, and happy sarging.

Bosola.

SUNDAY:

I head to Union Square to meet up with Raskolnikov and a couple other
PUAs I haven't met before. We are meeting at 9PM but I get there at
8:30 so I have to stand around in the freezing cold for a little while.
In order to "warm up" I approach a couple of middle-aged women and
do the Snooping Girlfriend opener solo. At first they are skeptical but
with a little skilled acting on my part they become convinced that I
really did just break up with my girlfriend, and am now pacing in Union
Square agonizing over whether my decision to dump her was the right
one. They are totally sympathetic and tell me she's not the only fish
in the sea. Good advice. After about 5 minutes they both get up and
leave, so I continue searching the park for my next victim. I walk down
near the top of the steps to the subway station and there is a tall,
pretty black girl (HB 7.75) with light complexion standing there typing
a text message into her cell. I sidle up next to her.

Bosola: Why are you looking at your phone?
(she looks at me)
Bosola: You don't have my number. (grin)
(she smiles bemusedly but says nothing)
Bosola: I'm Manny.
HB: Nice to meet you, Manny.
Bosola: I'm from the planet Mars.
(now she looks really confused, but I am watching her carefully to make
sure I don't push her past "confused" and into "creeped out."
If that happens, I will break character.)
HB: You're from Mars, really? Wow.
Bosola: Yes, it was a long trip, I just arrived on Earth tonight.
HB: Well... welcome to Earth.
Bosola: Thank you! Hey, what color bowling balls do you like to eat?
HB: Bowling balls!?
Bosola: Yes, bowling balls! They're my favorite.
HB: I've never eaten a bowling ball before.
Bosola: Are you kidding? How can you never have tried bowling balls!
They're like the most delicious snack in the whole universe.
HB: For real?
Bosola: Yeah, don't you know they come in all different flavors? I
have a whole refrigerator stocked full of them on Mars. And I don't
eat a lot - to be honest - but I've always got room in my stomach
for a bowling ball or two.
HB: OK.
(silence. I decide to hit her with a heavy neg, just for the hell of
it)
Bosola: You look like you don't eat anything at all. (beat - she
gives me a dirty look but she's clearly still amused) You should
really try a bowling ball as soon as possible. If you don't, you are
totally missing out. You can get them at any supermarket on Mars.
HB: Well, thanks for your advice.
Bosola: Actually, I think you can get them at Whole Foods too. (point
to Whole Foods on 14th st) But they might only have the organic kind,
and it's just not the same.
HB: I'll keep that in mind.
Bosola: Well, it was nice talking to you, Earthling. Have a good night.
HB: (laughing) Good night.
EJECT.

After that it was about 9 PM but Raskolnikov had still not arrived.
There was a tall blonde girl with freckles (HB 7) leaning against the
wall smoking a cigarette by the steps, so I walked over and stopped
about 7 feet away from her, leaned against the wall and checked my cell
phone. I tried calling Raskolnikov but got voicemail so I loudly said
"Hey dude, I've been waiting for you at Union Square for like 15
minutes, there is nobody here and I am freezing my ass off. Where are
you?" I shut my phone and groan loudly. OK, now I have built in
social proof. I sit against the wall for a second, then open.

Bosola: How are you enjoying your cigarette?
HB: Um, it's pretty good, I guess.
Bosola: How does it compare with all the other cigarettes that you
smoked today?
HB: Huh?
Bosola: On a scale of one to ten, how does it compare?
HB: Um, well, I've only had three cigarettes today, they were all
pretty good.
Bosola: They can't all be the same. Each one has to be better or
worse than the others. I suspect this is the best one you've had
today because it's really cold out here.
HB: Yeah, and I'm pissed because my friends were supposed to meet me
here and they're going to be an hour late. So the cigarette relaxes
me.
Bosola. That's good. Now the really difficult question; how does it
compare to all the cigarettes you've ever smoked over the course of
your life?
HB: What? (looks at me suspiciously) Do YOU smoke?
Bosola: Yes. (I give her a gentle smile to put her at ease).
HB: Oh good. I was afraid you were some kind of asshole trying to
lecture me about how smoking is bad for my health.
Bosola: Why would I do something like that? I'm not an asshole. I'm
a good person.
HB: Hey, you'd be surprised, people have walked up and just grabbed
my cigarettes from me before. One time my friends took the whole pack
and tore it in half?
Bosola: Are you kidding me? That's like stealing $10 out of your
wallet and lighting it on fire. What kind of friend would do that to
you?
HB: My friends would.
Bosola: I'm sorry. Hey, my name's Bosola, what's yours?
HB: Dia.

I fluffed her for a little while longer. She definitely liked me but I
wasn't really feeling it for her. She eventually excused herself
politely and ejected down into the subway station.

Soon after, Raskolnikov showed up and we hung out at Starbucks for a
while. About 9:30, Freestyle showed up with another newbie in tow. This
is the first time I've sarged with Freestyle, and Raskolnikov has
said good things about him so I was looking forward to seeing him bust
some moves. The other guy hanging with Freestyle was a skinny Indian
guy (let's call him Raj) who said he'd just moved to the city, had
recently broken up with his gf and had only been in the community for
just a couple of months. I made no attempts to qualify myself as a PUA
and told Freestyle up front: "I'm barely above AFC and am not ready
for the big leagues. I'm here strictly as an observer. If this is a
warzone, then I am the guy with the blue helmet." He seemed a little
put off by my refusal to take part in sets so I promised I would wing
if the opportunity presented itself.

We all walked down to the Bowery and went into a club called Mansion.
Down in the basement they had a bar and a few tables. There were a
couple uninteresting looking sets and then a table where a party was
taking place. At this one table were maybe 4 or 5 guys and 6 or 7
girls. A few of the girls were squarely in the 7.5-9.5 range, including
one really hot Asian girl sitting on the end of the table. The guys did
not seem especially alpha so there was nothing intimidating about the
set except for its sheer size. The seat at the very end of the table
(next to the hot Asian girl!) was empty. So it occurred to me to sit
down in the seat and go "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Did I miss
anything?" But at this point in my PUA career I am not brave or
skilled enough to be opening mixed 13-sets solo, so I didn't do it.
Thinking back now, I should have done it, even if I was doomed to fail.

Anyway, we bounced from that place and went to another bar (Katra?)
down the block.
There were more targets in this place. I walked all the way to the back
and then back to the front, scoping the place out. We decided to do a
set or two and then move on to another locale. So Raskolnikov suggested
opening a 3-set standing about 10 feet away. We did the Snooping
Girlfriend opener except this time I decided to be the wing and let
Raskolnikov open the set. Once we had our game plan down, he approached
the set while I hammed it up by leaning against the wall, slouching,
and looking generally miserable. He talked to them for about 30 seconds
before I "happened" to glance in their direction and see him
interacting with them, then shuffled towards them, dragging my feet.
Two of the girls were so-so, the third was a very cute 7.5 hardbody
with a stud in her nose.

Bosola: Hey man, come on. Stop bothering these girls.
Raskolnikov: This is my friend, that I was telling you about.
HB 7.5: This is your friend?
Bosola: Oh my god, what did you tell them?
Raskolnikov: Chill out man, I was just telling them about what happened
to you with your girlfriend last week.
HB 7.5: (suspicious) Is this a line?
Bosola: (off the cuff) Yeah, I wish it was a line. Then maybe I would
have gotten laid more when I was in high school.
Raskolnikov: I just want to tell them what happened, let them be the
judge.
All HB's: OK, what happened? What happened?
Bosola: I told you I don't want to talk about it any more. (annoyed
look)
All HB's: We want to know!
Raskolnikov: Come on man. I told you, you need to get a female opinion
on this. Girls always give good relationship advice.
HB 7.5: Don't ask me. I give terrible relationship advice!
Other HB's: Ask us, we'll tell you what we think.
Bosola: Dude. I... do... no... want... to ... talk... about it.
Raskolnikov: Seriously man, I am trying to help you here.
Bosola: Fine, whatever, tell the story.

Then Raskolnikov goes into the story that begins with me coming home to
find my girlfriend snooping through my emails and financial records,
and ends with me kicking her out of my apartment and saying I never
want to see her again. True story. The question for the girls is: I'm
having second thoughts about it, did I do the right thing?
Our usual method is: the guy who opens the set goes in solo, tells the
story, and only after telling the story, pulls the wing into the set to
get the girls' feedback. Usually the wing is totally passive.
However, this time we improvised the above-quoted dialogue and made a
major breakthrough. The wing enters the set earlier, BEFORE the story
has been told, and argues with the PUA who opened, saying he doesn't
want to talk about it. From the HB's perspective, it looks like it
can't possibly be a canned opener because the wing keeps telling the
PUA who opened to shut up and that he wants to leave. This hooks the
HBs and they figure that if the wing doesn't want them to hear the
story, it must be good!

So we got the usual response, except it was much more emotional because
their defenses were down and they were totally convinced that it was
real. The girls thought I did the right thing dumping my girlfriend
(surprise!) Then we move out of the opening pattern and into some
fluff. Freestyle and Raj move in and together with Raskolnikov they
engage the friends and I now have HB Hardbody isolated. I fluff with
her for a while, discover that she works with children and loves to do
volunteer work. So I mention that because I love books so much, I've
been considering joining a program where I read books to blind people.
All of a sudden her face lights up because apparently she goes twice a
week to some blind woman's house to help her do household chores.
Boom - attraction. I talked to her for about 10 minutes (probably too
long) and did some very light kino, then successfully number-closed
her. As I was getting her number she looked at me with a sly grin on
her face and said "On the rebound already, huh?" and I said
"Yeah, I have to rebound sometime, don't I?" and grinned back at
her. At this point I think she realized that I was totally gaming her,
but she liked me and she didn't care.

We left that place and took a cab up to the Gaansevort Hotel Bar. The
bar was packed solid with people. There were a few really hot women but
there were also way too many men. Freestyle had already told us that
there was another PUA group known to be sarging there, but this time it
looked like there were a few workshops going on, as we kept seeing
groups of 3 or 4 guys where one guy was talking to a HB and the other
guy was hanging back whispering quietly in the other guy's ear. Then
you would see them go into another set where the whisperer would open
and the other guy would just stand there. Anyway it looked like we were
going to get AMOG'ed way too often to make this place worthwhile, so
we bailed after doing a couple of minor practice sets, one of which Raj
opened!

At this point we split up. Freestyle went with Raj and I went with
Raskolnikov down to Alphabet City. First we grabbed a slice of pizza
and a soda, then we headed to a Russian party with a DJ spinning
Russian pop and dance music. I was a little pissed off when we walked
in because Raskolnikov was not on the guest list. He bantered in
Russian with the girl in front but she was not very helpful and both of
us ended up having to pay a $15 cover. As she took my money I looked
her square in the eye and deadpanned "For $15, every girl in this
club had better be at least as hot as you are." She laughed and we
went downstairs. The party was already in full swing, the music was
pumping really loudly and there were 50-75 people out on the dance
floor bouncing around like lunatics. We went to the bar and Raskolnikov
introduced me to two friends of his. The first was a cute brunette 7.5,
very sexy body but rail-thin, by the name of Natasha. The second was a
bleached-blonde 7.0, with a much more curvy body, also by the name of
Natasha. Hot. I decided to go a lot more aggro at this party and see
how far I could push things (the food and caffeine in my stomach
probably helped). Within five seconds of walking in and meeting the two
Natashas I was aggressively vibing and kino'ing both of them
simultaneously. Both were giving me IOI's but Natasha B was a little
more aggressive, and I got the impression she really liked me more so I
decided to focus on her.

I flirted with Natasha B for like 5 minutes, and told her she was going
to have to introduce me to everyone at the party because I am not
Russian. She said she didn't really know most of the people in that
social scene, so she couldn't introduce me to anyone. So I blasted
her: "If you can't introduce me to anyone here then what good are
you to me?" This neg worked like a charm and she immediately started
qualifying herself to me, telling me she'd teach me how to dance in
the Russian style. Now at this point I realized that my chances with
this girl would be better if I walked away and worked the room a bit. I
wanted to build social proof and be seen with other HB's before
coming back to her. So I did a takeaway: I politely excused myself and
said I was going to go mingle. I did a lap around the room and didn't
really talk to anyone, but there were so many people on the dance floor
that she couldn't see me. For all she knew, I was talking to everyone
there. Then I came back towards her side of the room but instead of
heading straight towards her I broke off and opened a girl who was
standing against the wall, watching people dance and sipping her drink.
This was in plain view of Natasha B.

I told her I thought I was the only person at the party who wasn't
Russian, and she surprised me by telling me she wasn't Russian either
- she was a German tourist by the name of Mara. So I introduced
myself as Bosola and welcomed her to New York. We fluffed about music
for a little while before we were joined by a guy who looked to be in
his late thirties, kind of goofy looking with tousled hair and glasses.
He was a Russian guy named Sergei and I figured he must be her
boyfriend. So I shook hands with Sergei, said "it was great meeting
you both" and headed back to where the two Natashas, Raskolnikov and
some other people were dancing. I walked up to Natasha B and said,
"I'm going to go check my coat, and when I get back, I want my
dance lesson." Totally smooth! So I went upstairs and checked my
leather jacket, then came back downstairs. Natasha B was dancing with
some random Russian dude and Natasha A was dancing with Raskolnikov. So
I went over to Natasha A and Raskolnikov and said "Can I cut in?"
Then they both stopped dancing for some reason. So I just danced in
place for a little while, while we all drank and Natasha A chatted with
Raskolnikov in Russian. I didn't want to be seen dancing in place for
too long so I waltzed over to Natasha B and said "OK, let's
dance" or something similarly assertive. So she grabbed my hands and
showed me how to dance to Russian club music, which apparently entails
jumping up and down in place while swinging your hips wildly from side
to side. Easy. And I don't even dance.

We danced for a while and she showed me a few choice moves. While
dancing we were talking a lot, she kept pressing close to me and
talking in my ear and I kept doing the same. Then I started getting
really hot from all the dancing and could feel beads of sweat dripping
down my forehead, which is certainly not attractive, so I suggested we
slow down for a few minutes and go get a drink. We walked to the bar
and just stood there for a minute. We looked at each other and smiled,
and then I whispered in her ear "It's very sweet of you to buy me a
drink. But I'm still not going to sleep with you." She laughed.

NOW: I know the general rule is that you're not supposed to buy
drinks for girls. BUT, please bear in mind that at this point I had
already established attraction and rapport. She said "who says I'm
buying you a drink?" And I said "Oh, you expect me to pay?" then
we just stood and stared at each other for a minute before I broke into
a huge grin and said "OK, but you're getting the next round. What
do you want?" I intuitively felt that this was the correct move,
because she was vibing me intensely and my making a big deal over who
pays for a stupid $6 drink could have totally spoiled the groove that
we were in. She had vodka and tonic and classy old man that I am, I
ordered a Black Label on the rocks. We went back across the dance floor
and hung out by the wall, drinking our drinks and fluffing, but in a
natural, enjoyable way. She told me how she actually couldn't stand
the Russian dance music and that she liked other kinds of music like
rock and reggae. This enabled me to DHV by showing my extensive
knowledge of music.

Then I started trying to phase shift. She said the music was too loud
and that she really enjoyed silence more than anything, and I told her
to close her eyes and try to imagine the most beautiful, silent, placid
moment she had ever experienced in her lifetime. I kept telling her to
concentrate and while her eyes were closed I moved in very close and
put my hand on the small of her back while whispering in her ear. This
was totally improvised, and I was amazed at how beautifully it worked.
Now I had her in a very excited state and I realized I had to extract
her to a more private location. So I grabbed my drink and said
"Let's go upstairs. I want to sit down someplace where it's
quiet." And I didn't wait for her to respond, I just WENT. When I
was AFC, I would have said "Hey, do you want to go somewhere else?"
or "Do you want to go upstairs?" and if she had said "No I want
to stay down here with my friends" then I would have been SOL. I have
to admit, this whole "being assertive" thing is starting to grow on
me.

I led her upstairs to the lounge area where we sat down in one of the
booths and squeezed up against each other. I immediately put an arm
around her. From this point forward - EVERYTHING I said to her was
whispered in her ear. We joked around a little bit and then we started
a game of "people-watching." She would point out someone in the
lounge who looked weird and then I would tell her his or her life
story. This went on for about five minutes until at one point she
turned towards me and her lips brushed very close to mine due to my
face being in such close proximity to hers. She giggled and looked
away.

No question it was go time now. So I went with the old standard: "Do
you want to kiss me?" She didn't really say anything, but she
smiled. Then I said, "You almost did it by accident just then. You
might as well get it right this time." She kept smiling but kept her
face at about a 90 degree angle to mine. So then I just put my hand on
her cheek, turned her face towards mine, and kissed her. Boom. Easy. I
wouldn't have been able to do this if I hadn't read an article that
same day that basically said this: you can kiss a girl AT ANY TIME,
even if you've just met her five minutes ago, by saying "Do you
want to kiss me?" and if she gives you anything but an unequivocal
NO, you just go for it. THIS IS SHIT I WISH I HAD KNOWN IN HIGH SCHOOL
AND COLLEGE. Anyway, to make an already overlong story short, we hung
out in the lounge and made out for like 2 hours straight. We would
banter flirtatiously, then tongue each other down for 10 minutes, then
banter again, then make out again. Et cetera, et cetera.

Caveat: I hate to be one of "those people" who just make out and
grope each other in front of everyone without any sense of decency.
When I see people like that I usually want to shout "Get a room!"
Whatever. It was awesome and I enjoyed it. But one very funny thing
happened around 4 in the morning when the club was starting to empty
out and we were still making out like 16-year-olds in the backseat of a
car. As I was kissing her, I felt something hit my leg. I looked down
but didn't see anything, so I just thought "huh?" and went back
to kissing her. Then something hit me in the head. I stopped again and
was like "WTF?" and looked around but still didn't see anything.
Naturally I had my eyes closed every time I kissed her so I couldn't
see what was hitting me. I went in to kiss her again and like 10
seconds later something hits me in the chest. I look down and there is
a French fry stuck to my shirt. Natasha sees it and cracks up. Someone
in the place has evidently decided to have fun with us and is throwing
French fries at us whenever we make out. So we tried to catch them in
the act: we made out for like 5 seconds, then Natasha quickly opened
her eyes and looked around. Didn't see anything. So we went at it for
another 10-15 seconds, then opened our eyes. Nothing. I think that the
French fry bomber realized the jig was up, and whoever he was, he fled
the scene. I said to Natasha, "Let's go somewhere where we can be
alone." And went to get my jacket. Then we left.

We got out to the street and looked for a cab. I hailed one down and
suddenly she says:
"We're taking two different cabs." I just raise an eyebrow and go
"hmm?" and she says "Yes, I have to go home to Brooklyn." Then
I shrug my shoulders and say VERY smoothly, "I was just going to take
you home with me. There are no French fries there." She laughs but
says she really does need to go home to Brooklyn. So I just say "OK,
that's cool. Let me put you in a cab then." I hold the door open
and give her a quick kiss, then tell her to get home safe and that
I'll talk to her soon. THE END