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I have decided to start writing field reports. I know it’s something I should have done from the get-go, but better late than never.
I have started taking the “Practical Day Game” course and my AA, but also - oddly enough - my excitement to go hit on chicks have both been skyrocketing.
Field Report
I was at the Jane Hotel, standing around with a few non-ABC buddies of mine, when we see a group of girls behind. Everyone wants to hit on them, but no one has the balls to approach...
Except for me:
A: “You have all have such a cool lower east side sense of style, I had to come say hello. Let me guess, a bunch of misplaced artists?” They all laugh and tell me that they are actually from the West Side, although they do enjoy looking like artists.
I BLP the crap out of the smallest girl, who is also the cutest.
Me: “Hm, so you’re an advertising girl,” as a mini-cold read and s
Her: “Wow Yes!” [we slap five for a compliance test]
Her: “What are you, a mind reader?”
Me: “No, but I used to be a palm reader in Jamaica for two years.”
Her: “Read mine,” [She gives me her palm and I do the palm reading trick that I learned at boot camp] She laughs.
We shoot the shit a little more - but I became confused. More BT spiking? Another story? AAAAAH!
It was around that time that I probably became lost and she lost interest…I think I ran out of things to say or let the energy level drop too low.
I really should have gone into C at that point and said, “My legs are killing me, let’s go sit down,” but something inside of me told me to stop – probably the fear of her saying no.
What I realize:
First I opened the group when no one else would and I got her to give me her hand.
Also, I went home without her anyway – if I had asked I may have gone home with her, but by not asking I didn’t even get a chance.
When she walked away I felt bummed, and went to meet different friends instead of sarging more and just wasted away the night in liquor.
I suppose I’ve take the failures too personally, and then when I see my friend continuing to get a number from a girl, I get even more depressed because he didn’t even take a bootcamp!
Any insights into my story would be greatly appreciated.
Best,
I don't have a name.
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