Flight Connections

We have been very bad at posting the past three weeks. Work and girls got in the way so it was not because we were slacking. Anyways, I am waiting in the airport to see my family so I now have time to update everyone on the awesomeness that was my past three weeks. This will be in the form of 7 posts: 6 about specific girls, 1 about general progress/thoughts. Be prepared.

Jumping into the first story: I had a multi-connection flight to Philadelphia three weeks ago. I was tired. But, I sat right behind these two cute Asian girls – I picked good seats. I start talking to them right off the bat. They were graduate students at a University close to where I was staying. We banter, they giggle, easy. At some point, I focus more on the one that I like (and the one that also seemed to be a bit more into me). She’s pretty shy, but when her friend fell asleep we exchanged numbers. When the flight got close to landing I tried seeding the pull. I wanted to see if we could all hang out at one of their places – I felt like there was genuine three-way potential. So I talked about how I think my host was not home (the flight landed early). Later I suggested we hang out / they take care of me / show me around because “I am but a silly lost boy.” It does not seem to get through. I ended up picking up my luggage after the flight and heading to my host’s house.

Later that night the one girl I exchanged numbers with texted me to see if I made it okay. At this point, I felt regret that I didn’t push a little harder because she seemed pretty down to hang out and was wondering where I went after the flight landed. Next time I need to stay in set longer even if it means being a chode. Luckily, this is not the end of the story. I needed to go grocery shopping (bulk cooking is lit) and so I invited her to join me the next day. She did. She was a bit surprised that I was actually grocery shopping (like straight up buying all the shit I need for the coming week). She was really shy throughout the whole date. At some point, she brought up that she got this new apartment for her parents who were flying in next week to see her graduation. Time to seed the pull mother fucker. I suggest that I help her unpack some boxes, organize her shit in there (I told her it satisfies me as an organized German boy to organize things) and that I need to see the view. We get into the apartment. Things got heated very slowly – like one of those crappy electric stoves. But like one of those crappy electric stoves, it barely gets hot at all for 10 minutes and then all of a sudden burns the shit out of you. When things got more physical she left to go to the bathroom and came back a new confident woman. It was insane. I actually did not think we’d get past first base that night because she was really shy and reserved. I think what had happened was that she became comfortable enough with me that she felt free to let go and have an amazing time. We end up “experiencing each other” and that was that. The moral of the story is to keep pushing forward in a way that makes the other person comfortable but offers space for things to happen. You’ll end up missing out on a lot of great sets that you may be unsure about if you don’t.


Mongolian Metro Miss

I must pardon myself for not posting more frequently the past few days. Today I spent time with my family since I am going back to America to work (I will barely get to see them till winter). Yesterday, I said bye to my high school friends. And the two days before those, I spent with a sassy Mongolian girl I met in the Metro last Friday (recall earlier posts). This post will be about that sassy Mongolian.

My text game before meeting her was basically how I would normally game: some witty banter/ teasing, questions, opening up about more personal parts of my life. I also monitored how much she would text me and how long it would take her to text back so that I would not send more than she did and I waited around the same amount of time to send a message back. So as the date nears I change our meeting location to McDonald’s close to where we originally planned to meet since they have free wifi and it is not too crowded. We had no problem finding each other at 9 pm. I have learned from my mistake from the night before.

I told her she’s my tour guide and that she has to show me her favorite part of Prague. She took me to this beautiful park in the center of the city. We walked around a bit then decided to buy a bottle of wine to share (she paid). We then go back to the park to find a chill place to sit. I tried to kiss her. She gave me the cheek. I did not let this phase me – I gave her a kiss on the cheek and continued talking. I could tell that me not caring sparked her interest like crazy. We ended up finding a place to sit and we continue our banter. I throw DLVs at her like “I’m a virgin” and “I’m super socially awkward and shy”, and obnoxious statements (that make me laugh) like “How does it feel to be around someone cooler than you”, “You’ve never met a guy like me”, “Yeah I’m short – it makes me more attainable”. All of these work like a charm if you say them because you find them funny – it communicates that you are carefree and high value (like who the fuck says these things unless they are high value). I balance this out by delving into some more personal things in my life, her life, and, in general, bouncing around a lot of topics. I also qualify her and compliment her when she does/says something I like. I also call her things like “my special Mongolian girl” and my “two-day cutie” (after we established we will hang out the next day and we probably won’t see each other after that because I’m heading to the US). While this is all going on, I build up some physicality. I play with her hair, put my arm around her, put her arm around me etc. We then decide to go to the river. As we are walking across the park to head to the river I pull her into a dark area under a tree (it is now around 11 pm) and I tell her to come towards me. She does a small shit test by waiting for me to try kissing her. But she ultimately slowly walks towards me as a stand strong, make laser eye-contact, and pull her by her hand slightly. We kiss.

We then decide to go to the river in Prague (one of my go-to mid-way points here). As we are walking across the park to head to the river I pull her into a dark area under a tree (it is now around 11 pm) and I tell her to come towards me. She does a small shit test by waiting for me to try kissing her. But she ultimately slowly walks towards me as a stand strong, make laser eye-contact, and pull her by her hand slightly. We kiss. She really starts kissing me. I stop her and we continue on our journey. So we walk to another small store to pick up some more drinks (we both have a high tolerance so it’s more of a formality than to get drunk – neither of us was tipsy at all). On the way to the river, we continue our witty banter and I pull her into corners and kiss her when I feel like it. When we get to the river I can tell she thinks I’m a god. She would grab my hand and put it around her waist Every time we would stop she would try to kiss me. We took a tram for two stops and she sat on my lap and put her boobs in my face (in a not so obvious way because other people were on the tram).

We ended up sitting down on a bench by the river. She wrapped her arms around me and sat on my lap. Then she started making out with me every chance she got. In between, she would tell me how she did not expect to like me this much and how amazing I am. The last time I had an experience like this is when I peaked in my pre-2017 game career (end of 11th grade) when I had pulled LF (the girl who became my first serious girlfriend). This is one of the reasons why I fucking got into the game: giving people such amazing experiences that they see you as the second coming of Christ. Anyways, we hook up there for a while and then I bring up her work (she’s a university student that works as a receptionist for an apartment building). I tell her she should show me it (she told me earlier that the reception is its own apartment). I did this because I’m living with family (the walls are thin) and so does she. So we go to the apartment block.

Outside the apartment block, we meet a tipsy Dutchman who needs some help. Since UN (the girl I’m with) is really nice, we help him out. While we’re helping him she keeps wrapping her arms around me, putting her head on my shoulder, and letting me grab her ass (when nobody was behind her I’d grab it bare and she didn’t care). After helping him we head into the apartment. We both use the bathroom and I set up the mood with some low lighting. We then start hooking up on the couch. Things escalate hella fast – she really wants me inside her. There’s a little resistance since she works there, but I joke that it will be our dirty little secret and that it’s sexy and funny. As soon as we were both in a position to have sex (and I had protection on – ALWAYS USE PROTECTION). She grabs my cock and puts it in her as fast possible – it was intense as fuck. We end up having sex twice on the couch where she works. Afterward, she says that we were not supposed to have sex (it was not planned) and I say the same thing. She then tells me she really liked it and that she’s glad she did it. This relieved me because I want to feel like I’m giving more than I take. We then walk back to the river – hand holding, making out, and cuddling ensue. After a bit of that, we call cabs, set up the next date, and head home.

We planned to meet up at a bar on Wednesday. She called me 10 minutes before to ask me if I could meet her at a different location because she has to pay bills for her family (end of the month so she could not do it any other time). I respond with “that’s fine, just make it up to me by buying me a drink”. It’s important to show that you aren’t phased by stuff like this, but also that you are not a push-over. We meet up, pay her bills, then head to the bar. She buys me a drink, we banter like before, we have a few more drinks, I escalate physically with her and then we head out to the river. We buy a bottle of wine and we head to a park on the other side of the river. We sit in a somewhat hidden part of the park, we drink, and we make-out (she’s on my lap again). She recalls that I said I don’t like blowjobs (honestly, unless the girl does it just right for me, I don’t) and so she wants to see if she can change my mind. We go to a more secluded part of the park and she goes down on me. Things get so heated that she decides she wants to lose her public-sex virginity with me and so we go back into town to buy condoms. She buys them. We head back. We go back to the same part of the park. I fuck her standing up for a good 15-25 minutes. She compliments me on how good it was and we begin cuddling a little since we have grown to like each other. She ends up buying me some food since we were both hungry and I was low on cash. We then go our separate ways. We still chat now and then – she told me how she told her friends (which she was excited to do) and how they cheered her on because she’s the most innocent one in the group. This made me really happy because it is obvious that she had such an incredible time because of me. It really opened my eyes to how much value I have to offer.

Those two days really exemplified my reasons for loving the game. I was able to express myself freely and was loved for it. I created an amazing experience for someone else and was treated, in return, like a god. I was hyper present – I was in a state of flow. I met a girl randomly on the metro that I really liked – proving to me that I can find girls I really like anytime and anywhere if my game is solid. This gives me the feeling of true abundance in my dating life (i.e. if something does not work out its fine since I can meet another amazing person within a week). The game is hard, but it just gives so much (proportionally to how much you put in).


+ Julien-esque self-amusement

+ Did not let her shit tests phase me (whether they really were shit tests or not)

+ pulled despite bad logistics

+ got a glimpse of how rewarding the game can be

+ strong eye contact

+ found the right balance of comfort and value to drive her head-over-heels for me

Meeting the Power Rangers

Today was going into NYC to attend a free seminar hosted by a longtime dating and life coach of mine, Tyler. With him were also coaches Madison, Luke, and Maze. Let’s get started.

I get off the train and feel I don’t want to waste my time on this earth feeling stifled and socially constrained. I approach a Russian chick walking, we make fun banter and she hooks hard and invests, but she has a boyfriend. Maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t, but it didn’t seem like token resistance. Open a French looking chick walking in the opposite direction of me and she responds quietly but she wants nothing to do with me and asks me to leave her alone. It seems authentic as shit and I excuse myself. I open a tall model-looking blonde outside of a hotel telling her she has great fucking style. She hooks immediately, I throw statements of empathy, and we get into a fucking wonderful conversation about what she’s up to and how bougie the hotel looks. She tells me she’s waiting for her boyfriend Tim. I tell her I hope she has a fruitful marriage in the Upper East Side with this Tim, she laughs, and I tell her to have a good night. I open a girl crossing the street with me asking if she’s a yoga instructor but she seems significantly older than me and barely hooks. It was hilarious nonetheless.

I enter the seminar venue and immediately start talking to other students attending the session. I get stoked seeing all the guys there because they want to take control of their fucking lives. I meet some cool potential wings Jeff and Amir and a bunch more. We eventually get into the main room and are waiting for our cult leaders to step on the stage. Maze opens and is then joined by the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers of Madison, Tyler, and Luke in that order. My main takeaways from the seminar were:

  1. In order to find that perfect balance of pushing yourself to be better while not being too hard on yourself when you don’t get the results you desire: possess that meta-awareness. To put it simply, when you realize you’re going to die in ~80 years from cancer, heart disease, or some shit like that, you transition into flow state and don’t self-sabotage. If you’re slacking off, you realize you’re time on this planet is limited and you better started hustling. If you’re beating yourself up, you realize that approach is unhealthy and you need to treat yourself like your best friend. Meta-awareness.
  2. Having perceived advantages is a fundamental disadvantage: you have no evolutionary pressure to better yourself since you’re handed everything from the get-go. You plateau at mediocrity rather than fucking killing it in life.
  3. There are guys who are too socially aware and guys who aren’t socially aware at all. There are guys who give too much and guys who take too much. You know where on these two spectrums you stand. Find the fucking middle point that works and helps you grow.
  4. Game gives you what you need when you need it, not what you want. Positive experiences make you grateful for how far you’ve come and negative experiences teach you valuable lessons positive experiences can’t.

Watching instructional videos on YouTube can only go so far. I was starstruck when my mentors appeared before me and left such a deep impact on my persona. Some people have an energy that words could not even do the slightest justice in describing. Coming out of the seminar, I felt self-reliant and ready to start my NYC adventures.

Malls as the Suburban Outlets of Game

As a suburban kid, I really don’t get exposure to the high density of people as I would in a city. The gym and mall really are the two places I can boil down to that offer the bare minimum of that density. Today was 3 malls and, with that, 3 sets.

At Short Hills Mall, I open a preppy looking brunette coming out of Express. I was even amazed at myself afterwards by the quick and second-nature reaction time I had to opening. I saw her, my brain processed the image as something I would like to engage in coitus with, and I approached. I open telling her “I like your style, holy shit” and then asking what she was up to. She was on a lunch break and seemed to be in a rush. When asking where she went to school and cold-reading her, she looked down at her phone and started to lose interest. She then walked away abruptly. I yelled, “Do you text” and she laughed and continued walking. Next time, a simple “Ey, two seconds. I want to see if you’re as cool as I think you are” would do the trick. If she’s in a rush, vibing less and cutting straight to the logistics and setting up the date would be smarter as well.

At Menlo Park Mall, I pass mixed and group sets but don’t open because I’m pressed on time. I blame my perfectionistic personality. If I’m pressed for time, a direct compliment, asking for logistics, and setting up the date can’t hurt. When there’s less time, minimize vibing and cut straight to logistics. On my way out, a fitness blonde chick walks into the mall. Fuck. I follow her back in, trail her for a few minutes, then opened from her side. She seemed flattered by my compliment but had no interest staying. I would have plowed but her face was eh. Next time, I should avoid opening from 90 degrees at all costs and open from behind at arms length or from the front. Starting conversation from the side scares the shit out of people.

At Bridgewater Mall, I’m on my way out and see a 2 set to my right. I walk past them and then turn around to direct open the blonde. Her name is Cat, is a dolphin trainer, and is 28. I address the friend, find out that they’re getting sushi, and start a really fun natural banter with Cat. I even help her with her order and tease her to get edamame and cucumber because it’s good for preventing heart disease. I’m happy with my shameless vibe and willingness to walk away but wished I had solidified a date before leaving. She refused to give me her number and instead took mine. I’ll most likely never hear from her again. Solidify a date time and location before leaving the set.


  • +
    • Opening in different environments
  • ->
    • Play to win, motherfucker

Optimizing Vs. Dropping

Today was a mall set where I uncovered being more unapologetic and reflecting on optimizing my game versus dropping my attachment to the outcome in game on this journey. Let’s start with the former.

I see blonde girl in pink polo shirt. I approach blonde girl in pink polo shirt. I open by walking ahead of her then turning around and coming from a place of non-neediness right off the bat. “I love your style. Holy shit. What are you up to.” Her name’s Angel, and I hit her in the face with my metaphorical dick of shamelessness. I vibe while gathering logistics and we number exchange. Phone debriefing with J2 helped me realize that this air of being brutally honest yet playful with a girl is fucking gold. While I won’t go around memorizing Julien lines to role-play being a fuckboy, channeling my inner shamelessness felt fucking good. I follow-up texted Angel but didn’t even care about where it went. I felt empowered by my vibe in that set.

While going through Transformation Mastery, I’ve fully come to terms with self-acceptance. It crucially brings up the two steps of consciousness: optimize and drop. When you optimize, you’re trying to perfect your opener, the high-value stories you’ve got prepared in the back of your mind, your spin-handshake, etc. You’re focusing on the doing. When you drop, you realize all that is great but won’t make you fundamentally happier. You’re focusing on the being. Sure you might cream pie some jaw-dropping bombshell in a club bathroom who moans for your amazing love-making ways, but is that a sustainable source of fulfillment? If she stops giving you that validation, will you still feel 10 out of 10? Dropping is realizing that being happy comes before everything because it can’t depend on anything. You’re the player and not the video game character of this game we call life. As I’m watching Julien’s borderline illegal escalation, Max’s hilarious self-amusement, and Todd’s analytical breakdowns, they bring me farther in my dating life, but I can’t forget that I’m already enough and complete without these things. If I drop my attachment to the outcome beforehand, my optimization would be so much more fucking effective, arguably. Some days, I’m optimizing more and others I’m dropping more. This is a lifelong process where I’ll reach a happier medium with time.

Friends and Fuck-Up

So today I hang out with two different girls: one a friend, one a day 2. Let’s start with the friend.

One of the large things that I am still learning to deal with with female friends is being real without coming off as flirty. I want to have fun and do all these things, but I also value the friendship (for many reasons – wing women are great is one of those) and so I don’t want to come on too strong like I would if I were being 100% real. This sort of leads to a bit of frustration inside me – I want to be fun, loving, and everything, but I am too scared of coming on flirtatiously. Then on the other hand that leaves to talk about more serious boring stuff with them and I am afraid I’m coming off too boring. One solution I have had recently is to act gayer when I make more “value”-giving comments. Like, I will throw I may do a small neg but I’ll phrase it “bitch.. hold on a second…” to make it sound less like I’m hitting on her and more like I’m her gay best friend. Anyways, I’m still learning how to manage female friendships because they can be highly valueable.

So on to the fuck-up. It did not start off as a fuck-up. In fact, it started off as a major W. So I was waiting to hang out with a friend last night and they are running 10-15 minutes late. So I see this cute girl walking towards me. We make eye contact. I don’t open. She walks by. I run up to her and open her. We vibe for a good amount of time, talk about seeing each other tonight for drinks, and then exchange contact information. So, we set up the date. We plan to meet at 10 pm today where we met (a crowded place in the middle of town). So I get to my bus stop early.. but the bus was not there. In fact, it did not come at all. So I end up getting a cab, but I still get there late – at 10:08 to be exact. I walk around the area twice and do not see her. So I go to find internet. I only find internet at a Starbucks not far from where we planned to meet at 10:20. At this point, I see she sent me two messages: one at 10:02 and another at 10:08. The first one says she’s there and is asking where I am. The second says she’ll wait for 10 more minutes then she will leave. I guess I missed out on that window. I get so frustrated that I keep looking for her for another 30 minutes, but to no luck. I end up going home. On the way home though I do make one approach. The woman is 28 (I thought she was younger) and married. But she went to the same high school as me. We have a great conversation – we vibed well – and I start feeling a lot better. I honestly felt a lot better just approaching.

Here’s what I learned from tonight:

  • If you are in an area where you do not have 4G and rely on internet, meet at a place that has internet so you don’t have to leave it to message the other person.
  • Do not meet in less specific and crowded places because it will be hard to find the other person.
  • Approaching heals rejection pain. It shows your brain that there are other great people out there so you do not get hung up on one person.


Virginia Beach Day 3: Solo

Tonight was the third and last night out in Virginia Beach. None of the other guys wanted to go out and so I finally had the pleasure of going out alone. I felt initial resistance but then detached myself from my thoughts and emotions. I immediately thought back to when I went out alone over winter break in Meatpacking District and how it was not nearly as bad as how I imagined. Tonight would be round two.

At 11:30 after dinner, I start the night at a local bar that J told me about called Side Street Cantina. I walk in and feel significantly younger than the average crowd there. I open group and single sets left and right but nothing hooks. Ah how refreshing: the arrogance of high-end Manhattan clubs found in a low-end dive bar. I open a Russian-looking blonde chick Rebecca who hooks and gets me a glass of water but leaves when I make the conversation man-to-woman. I open a two-set sitting down and they hook. They become my “home base” for this bar are are very friendly. I walk from the bar to the dance floor and back opening all options but they result in disgusted looks or short answers followed by ignoring me or leaving. I feel a state crash but then detach myself from my thoughts and emotions once again. I’ve opened everything and decide to switch venues.

At 12:15, I walk downtown more to a more familiar spot: LunaSea. I get there and I feel the night might pick up in momentum, but then I see 4 cops standing next to the bouncer. Nope. I make my way to Peabody’s and ask strangers for directions along the way to stay in state. I learn it’s 18+ from asking strangers and go in. Then I find out it’s a $20 cover charge and go out. I walk past a popular street filled with loud clubs that are empty and not conducive to talking. I’m back to square one. I figure Calypso’s is my best bet and make my way there.

At 1:00, I enter Calypso’s and feel much more in state all of a sudden. I small talk with a chill guy who works there, self-amuse with a 2-set asking if they’re Scottish, chat with 2 grandmas about wishing my grandparents were as cool as they were, and getting called a jerk for calling a blonde chick a third wheel. It’s a dead-end venue with very old people in it or groups. I open everything telling people I’m a visitor and looking for good bars and venues. Two group sets hook but logistics aren’t ideal as they’re both leaving. Sure, I could go with, but it just feels so damn uncalibrated.

At 1:30, I go back to Side Street and open the leftovers. Nothing hooks. At 2:00, the bar closes and the third part of the night begins. I open girls and groups waiting for Ubers and make decent banter with a birthday group and a Yeezy collector. I decide to call it a night and walk back.

I pass a pizza shop and go in. The cashier is decently attractive. I ask her if they have wings and hear an Eastern European accent. I ask if she’s Russian and it turns out she’s Polish and from Warsaw. She asks why I thought she was Russian and seems hooked. I make small-talk and classically premature ejectulate because I didn’t want to disturb her working. In reality, the store was closing in 1 minute and she seemed interested. “I actually like your style. What part of Virginia Beach do you live in” would have done the trick. Then I would have walked with, built rapport, and tried to find an excuse to go to her place. But I didn’t do it because I wasn’t playing to win. I left the set early because she wasn’t begging for my dick. That’s ridiculous and unrealistic. Next time, I stay in set until I reach an explicit dead-end.

Overall, tonight showed that going out alone forces growth. I couldn’t turn to my wing for advice or to kill time. I was left with only me, myself, and I. I was my own instructor. Now, having a solid wing is ideal, but going out alone should never be ruled out. Gaming solo in MPD and tonight proved that.


  • +
    • Went out solo despite preconceived notion of it being “weird”
    • Opened everything
  • –>
    • Play to win accordingly in all parts of the night
    • Don’t leave the set until you reach an explicit dead-end