The Adventures Of an Amateur !!!

Welcome to my “Adventures of.....” journal (aka Field Reports), where I share some failure stories of my amateur pickup attempts, as well as other women-related predicaments. (Let's see if my journal thread becomes more popular than Valentinas

For our definition purposes:
In my stories will identify the women as either Plain Janes (PJ), Hotties (HT), or Super Hotties (SH)..... becuz of the relevance on how the women in question react to me, their level of self-esteem, & their outlook on romance/ life in general.
HTs & SHs KNOW that they are attractive & expect guys to hit on’em. While the PJs generally have lower self esteem & have always acted shocked when I flirt with’em, even being hostile to me.

Also the stories I'm about to share occurred within the last 5 yrs. And I will identify them as either before (BSC) or after (ASC) I discovered the seduction community.




Remember, these are just stories shared for everyone to be either entertained, or learn from, or empathize, or whatever combination. To save space, if you have some advice or comment just for me then it’d be better if you just Private Message me. Unless your advice/comment is meant for everyone, then go ahead & post.

I'll add another story whenever I have time to come to this forum.



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Okay, if you divide the last 5yrs of my life into eras, they’d be:

#1 - Before discovering the seduction community (BSC)
#2 - Just right before discovering the SC

#3 - After discovering the SC, then learning & using their products (ASC)
#4 - Today, where I’ve basically given it all a rest, tho at times still yearning in agony to temptation.

The following stories take place during era #3, after I improved my bodylanguage & so my attractiveness went up a few notches. Where the women are already attracted to me, but for some reason or another, I STILL don't get any hookups! Something always gets in the way.
And thru out all this, I'm thinking, "How can any woman be so stupid as to purposely miss an opportunity to be with a neat guy like me, when I’m presenting myself RIGHT IN FRONTA THEM?!?” It just doesn't make any sense!
Had it been a gender reversal, and the guy woulda JUMPED at the opportunity to hookup...no questions asked, no games, no bullshit, period.


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THE MARRIED BARISTA:
Paula, a HT barista working at a popular internet café. 5'6", porn star looks, mid-late 20's...I think. She was new, so I opened her immediately with a squinted expression, “You look familiar. Did we sleep together?”
That got her smiling & bantering with me before even starting up my coffee order. I sat down for internet time. Occasionally she would walk by me and take a glance at me (& ONLY me) when she thought I wasn’t looking. Before I left, she gave me more signs that she was intrigued.
The next day I came by, she was working with another barista, Cole. Cole did my coffee, but Paula was in the back doing work. But as soon she saw me, she slyly made her way up front, pretending to do work. She kept looking up giving me glances, as I pretended not to notice. Then I turned to her while waiting, and said I finally remembered who she is now...this one porn star I used to watch! She giggled and we bantered, and when I asked, she actually gave me her name. Usually female baristas in this town are notorious for not ever giving any customers their name. I sat down for my internet time, and once again, she occasionally walks by pretending to do work while stealing glances at me only. Just before I checked out to leave, I threw her a funny line, “I have a crazy idea...how about we go get some coffee?” (rolling my eyes)
She said “Good one” & smiled. It’s a no-go. And I pour on the flirtation each day I’m there, for a week. Her IOIs & reciprocation of my flirting dwindle with each day I'm there. But on any day, when it came to me inching toward getting her to commit to my invites, its always a no-go. Then she gets standoffish in a contrived playful way, never giving her age or her name again, even tho she already told me days ago. Then I finally noticed that she has a gold ring on her right ring finger. And then it hits me...This whole time i’ve been trying to charm a MARRIED woman who’s been getting off on my flirtation! From there on, I stopped flirting. And she stops all the glances.
This story may seem like I got my answer in the end, but I still wasn’t sure if the ring was really a wedding band...and if not, whassup with her?!?



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LINGERIE BARISTA:
Mid October, internet café, a popular dive. Janet. A HT barista. White. 6’2”. From a small town. Early 30's. Me, i'm shorter than her by several inches. She is the quirky talkative type, always spouting outrageous shit that’s on her mind, never holding back. She usually dresses conservatively. But one day she suddenly came in dressed in black and I told her, "Yo Janet, holy shit, you look smokin hot in black!". then engaged her in conversation. invited her to drinks on Halloween. she sorta agreed, not sure.
days later, two days before halloween, i stop by and used the internet till closing time when she led everyone out but me & locked up. I was alone with her. she did her closing paperwork and all the sudden, without even looking up at me, commented out loud how hot it was in here (which it sorta was cuz someone left the thermostat up)....then nonchalantly proceeded to take her shirt off, revealing just her under-garment which looked to be some sorta black lingerie (couldn't tell). but her smokin hot body was revealing. My balls were burning with desire! But I kept it cool, and continued chatting with her, but she told me to hold on as she finished her paperwork.

so I stood there in silence, leaning against the counter across from her. I made a desperate effort to stay cool and not show any sign of sexual hunger for her. I did this cuz i wasn't sure what to do....Remember, I was under EXTRA pressure not to embarrass myself or prove to be a buffoon by doing/saying something not-so-suave.

Again, my balls were burning with desire . but i didn't know what her actions meant, so I was frozen not knowing what to do!

After what seemed like an hour of me standing there in silence, she finished her paperwork and then I just reminded her about our friendly outing of going out for drinks on Halloween. then I bid her goodbye. and as I walked to the door, she volunteered a hug to me...in her revealing lingerie! This is the first time she touched me so much! usually i bid her farewell with no more than a pound or a wave. but THIS time she had me come into HER arms!

Whoa! Phew! It was great! But still didn't know how to proceed without fucking it up or seeming so stupid or weird.

Then come the eve of halloween, i was at the cafe again chatting with her. she never mentioned about yesterday. this time i probed her, getting to know her and why she came to this city from the small town she's from. she got all defensive & evasive, and then hostile! NOT the girl who was ready to offer me a near-naked bodied hug.
and as far as our "plans" for tomorrow, she changed it and said she's going to a friend's party. (*Sigh.*)
Then I bid her farewell for the day, and left. I had not been back to that particular internet cafe since!!

CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR: (ASC)

I worked in a place full of assholes who don't think I have ANY game (just cuz I'm shorter & a minority), who think they have a monopoly on the all HTs, even tho they can't pickup any of'em! (Pathetic!)
And so their shocked whenever they see me with any number of HTs from work who happen to be my coworker friends (who all found me attractive but wouldn't hookup with me). And Mary is one of them.
Mary is this passive HT I've known for 9 months. We sometimes go on friendly outtings & bars after work (before I hafta return home to my business). The more she's known me, the more outgoing she's become (cuz I'M outgoingly expressive). We both know we're friends. Then one day at a deserted bar (after 5 beers in her), she makes a move on me & says I'm so sexy. We get kissy touchy bitey with each other. She really goes for it, but I hold back a bit, never going for the full lip kiss or going near her vagina, altho I did touch her in places that gave her orgasmic reactions but shouldn't have (shoulder, waist, butt). She moaned & panted, and more so when I came to her neck, but it wasn't 100%. The reason I held back is cuz all this time I've only seen her as a friend & was tripped out...otherwise, I woulda ravaged her right there in the empty bar!! But I continued to play with her a bit for the next 3 minutes before we head out our separate ways.

The next day after work on a Friday, I met up with her again & give her a peck on the cheek while our other coworkers were around. Mary jerks her head back in shock, & tells me not to do that. WHAH!?! Never mind this was just a friendly peck, she made out with me yesterday! Then over the next 2 weeks, whenever I saw her outside of work, she had issue with me touching her for longer than 3 minutes! And when I touch her chin out of cutesy play, she objected! I don't get it. Cuz by now I had already considered hooking up with her.
Then one time I was flirting with another girl while Mary was around, & Mary sorta stood by with a disgusted look of envy on her face while looking away. So one day I asked her why she objects to my touching or pecking her ("Cuz it feels weird")... then I asked why she hates me pecking her (She said, with a contrived face expression, "We're not that way. We're just friends.")

WHATEVER!!

I was confused & frustrated with her. I kept thinking if there's some female message I'm suppose to read in between the frickin lines?!? I came up with zilch. Then she was standoffish with me for the next 3 weeks. Then one day she shows up at the bar where I sat alone, then ignores me as she walks by to sit with another friend for 10 minutes before coming over to me & grabbing my knee & shaking it, saying Hi. I look up at her and she is decked out in the nicest clothes I've ever seen her in, & her makeup is refined.
I'll keep the rest of what happened confidential, but will say that in the next week, whenever I called her from any phone that doesn't show a caller ID on her cell, the first thing she desperately says is "Ronny?!?!". Which is unusual since she usually calmly says Hello, no matter if her cell shows a caller ID or not...AND she usually speaks calmly.

Long story short, I never hooked up with her...and in the end, she wasn't my friend anymore.
I'm mainly confused about her behavior during our surprise gobble/makeout session, and AFTERWARDS.



BTW, its a good thing that all this weird "rejection" didn't happen in front of the assholes from work. For all I know, those guys deep down probly think I'm dating several of the HTs or PJs from work cuz they see me with them every so often...and I stay silent about what I'm doing with the HTs/PJs. But whether or not the assholes think I'm actually sleepin with these girls, the fact remains that I have no proof to show them even if I wanted to show'em.

Wow..I wish I was you at that night. That's what I would have done.

After she takes her shirt off. Massive complement how gorgeous and how sexy she looks. Find some legitimate excuse to kino her. Start out like 'your shoulder stripe is a little off. Mind if I fix it for you?' While doing the fixing, praise her about her skin is so soft and silky smooth. Offer to massage her shoulder by saying 'Oh..poor thing,you must be very tired from all day of hard work, let me give you some massage, I used to be a pro.'

Up to this point,you are still being a gentelman, and she shouldn't get offended. See how she react upon before decide your next move. I bet 60%+ chance that leads you to a wild night.

If you let the chance passing by,she gets pissed and the window of opportunity is closed.
Strongly advice you to take JT's class. I am only applying 30% of material I have learned to this.

If I were you I would have ripped her lingerie off and had hot wild sex with her on the counter.

But I digress, since I don't fully know the situation

Seriously there are certain moments when you should just stop thinking and go for it. The ones who don't get any hesitate and think too much. Pretty soon the window of opportunity closes and their chance is gone.

But I'll give you this: she's someone you know at WORK. And we all know how hard it is to control the FRAME in the workplace. You don't want to ruin your situation at work. So...

Yo Minty:

keep in mind that there's 3 separate girls I'm talkin about here (so far). The gal in lingerie at the cafe is NOT my coworker. I was just tripped out cuz of AWKWARDNESS....I was tripped out by this sudden behavior from her. The thing I wanted to avoid was awkwardness...otherwise I woulda gone for it using my natural talents.

And yes, a bootcamp will help me handle the awkwardnesses I may face in the future. But I cannot take a bootcamp till about November (I'm still saving up & really busy). You can bet that I'm one of those students who will get good fast cuz I already have raw talents, some of which are untapped...altho some of those talents hinge on me becoming someone else, like James bond or chuck bass. LOL

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Speaking of girls at work, here are 2 stories (aka Field Reports) on them...these happened ASC:



RELUCTANCE AT WORK:
At work, this girl I already know, Jill, the office assistant...HT, mid 20's, white, from Ann Arbor, MI. Most all the other guys at work don't interest her, and she ignores all their mack attempts. But one day, I got her attracted to me with my bodylanguage and a sly flirtatious gesture while walking past her in the hallways. She shot me a REALLY big, happy SMILE.
10mins later, I walk by her & spot her playing with her hair & rubbing her throat while standing with her boss waiting for something. From what I've learned in the PUA community, that's a sign that she's aroused.
I work in the warehouse, so I don't see her that often. So, the next week I head into the office on business. As I approach the door, there she was...leaning up against the wall with her boss, just outside the office. She had on heavier black eye makeup than usual (like a goth chick), & she was chewing on something, and then looked straight at me with a fun happy face, smiling, keeping her eyes on me as I play it cool & walk straight thru the office doors. Once inside, I felt safer. I finish of my business then as I exited, I noticed Jill was still standing up against the wall. I pretend to be preoccupied to even notice. I head straight back to the warehouse.
Man, that just SUCKS!!! In the following weeks, she lost interest in me, never wore heavy eye makeup again, & ignores me like she does the other guys.

In hindsight, I think she was giving me the green light to approach and do whatever, like invite her for drinks. But yo, her boss was standing right there with her! What did she expect me to do?! If I had to do it over again, I'd at least lightly flirted with her and talk to her, asking if she wanted to join me after work for drinks.

Now, as to why I didn't make a move, howabout some backstory:

First off, Jill is selective. She's ignored a lot of guys at work, & only dated a select few who fit the profile of White, middle class, higher prestigious white collar positions,...like asst mgrs, sales reps...basically NONE of the warehouse guys. So suprisingly, I was the first blue collar minority she took an apparent interest in. Plus I was already the topic of gossip among the women in the company (calling me "Young Hefner"), but I don't know how Jill sees me. There was also the issue of sexual harassment which I had sworn to avoid...There've been cases where the other guys made passes at the office ladies & gotten in trouble. All these factors made me reluctant to make my move.
Plus I didn't wanna look stupid & fidgeting nervously. I myself almost got in trouble when I assumed interest from a girl at work, which is the next story:


GIRL-CONFUSION STORY:
Weeks before flirting with Jill, I met this mysterious new girl at work...Tiffany, HT, 20's-30's (I can't tell), sharp deadly eyes, just 2 inches taller than me. I went up & approach her in the cafeteria. Got her name, found out she's the new purchasing inspector in another dept. I bantered with her a bit. She could tell I was flirting. She smiled the whole time, seemed to enjoy this attention she's getting from me. NO sign of trouble. Afterwards, I see her a few times in the hallways, and I always greet her warmly. Once I even invite her to meet me for lunch. I got a feeling that she found me & our interactions amusing.

I was happy, she was happy. Then the next week in the cafeteria, I motioned her to come sit with me, but she motioned a no-go, preferring to sit with her dept which included her boss. After I finished eating, I invited her to sit with me to chat, she frowned and said no. I turned and got my bag and left. But before I could go, her boss (some moron in his late 20's) got up and approached me, & said he'd like a word with me, pulled me off to the side. He said that I'm making Tiffany really uncomfortable asking her to come sit with me, and that he knows I invited her last week too. Then he ordered me to leave her alone. I said okay, then left. But DAMN! Couldn't she have told me herself?!? What I couldn't understand was, why would she bitch about me last week to her colleagues when clearly she was smiling & having fun with me? Everything I said to her was tasteful, nothing sleazy!
It wasn't till a week later that an office friend of mine tipped me off that Tiffany was married. And that every since she got hired, a buncha warehouse guys were sexually harassing her, making certain comments, whistling as she walked by, etc... and so they all got writeups.
I never got a writeup, and according to my office friend, its cuz Tiffany verbally said to leave me out of the writeups, that it was mainly the other warehouse guys.

Well! Quite an experience fulla confusions! And no wonder I have AA at work! Even tho I did not get the full CONFIRMED story of what really was going on, I could speculate based on what I know & was told:

Tiffany was married, but enjoyed the attention I gave her, thus all the smiling. So of course she didn't wanna tell me she was married. But at the same time she had to plug it up at some point, so she rejected my invite to sit with me to chat. And she didn't get ME in trouble cuz, unlike the other guys, I didn't harass her with unconfident cat-calls & such...I stood out as the only guy who actually went up to her & spoke to her like a human being, which she was fine with. And her boss was just jumping the gun cuz he's a chauvinist who thinks women hafta have extra protection from being "offended", & thinks he was being the hero, when in fact she NEVER told him to keep me away!

There, that's my conclusion. What do ya think?

St.Paddy Day fluff

For those who don't know me, I'm at a point in my life now where I don't have time to go out & have any fun. Its day in, day out, stay inside & work work work. So I didn't expect to meet any women today.

So I'm at the busstop trying to get home after a full day of dealing with the employment office, when a threesome of 2 girls & a guy arrives with their green beads necklaces. My usual "luck" at approaching & escalating & getting numbers with strangers at busstops has been BAD.

Minutes earlier, I had tried to engage this white 20's girl in banter while she was on her cellphone. I was playful in my non-verbal flirting. She just smiled at me once then tried to ignore me the rest of the time.

But for this 3-some, I just approached the 2 girls anyway. They were both Irish American sisters, one is 22, the other is older (she wouldn't say). The guy was white about 29yrs, still not sure if he was the BF, but he never held hands with any of the girls or sat right next to them. The guy was silent & had a bad look on his face like he didn't want the girls to engage me. They girls were receptive. I chatted about wearing green and how I didn't have any green, and that if they had any more green beads for me, I'd show them my boobs. The younger girl laughed.

Then the bus arrived & we all got on. We all sat in the back, where I tried to continue our banter. The rhythm was forward & backwards. I would open them up again with some fun talk about the holiday & about Irish girls. Then they'd return to their own group. I was sitting across from them. As the bus ride went on, more passengers got off which left me with open seats next to them, so I moved closer, trying to see if I could escalate with the younger one. For the whole time the white guy was just talking to his girls & totally ignoring me.

While sitting closer to the younger one, I tried to make up something to say, like "Did you know four-leaf clovers aren't realy Irish?". I was trying to keep the conversation locked on me this time, with NO breaks of attention from me.
Then another topic came to mind...I told them about an Irish American girl I once dated. That was the last topic until my stop came. I rung the bell, got up, extended my hand to the young one & shook it, bid the guy farewell, nice meeting you guys, bid the older gal the same. The End.

Well, no number closes (as usual!). But I guess you can say I at least got in another friendly approach.
This is gets tedious at times, cuz I already KNOW I can approach & banter, at least for a little while. But I can't seem to get ANY sort of close!

I know, I know... this is where a bootcamp would help...Which I cant take until November. But still, it would be nice if I could just get ONE friggin close to keep me company (& less miserable) while I'm biding my time up to November!

UPDATE:
I no longer work at the warehouse full of white & black asshole-racist guys...BTW, the few other Asians who worked there had told me to "just keep quiet & look the other way", in regards to the thick air of prejudice there, and I was like "I certainly will NOT!!"
(I HATE it when other Asians want to ignore racism & just accept it and/or pretend all is well!)

I now am working PT at a nightclub! Just my luck...I don't have time to sarge, so this arrangement is convenient since I can experiment a bit right here where I work (during my breaks & off-hours).
Another good thing, is the hot waitresses usually snub the clients with their bitch-shields, but are friendly to ME since I work there. And I see them AND their other girlfriends at bars outside of work, and I get frisky with them

PLUS, most of all, this is a more tolerant, cosmopolitan group of coworkers. All the white guys are cool with me...my boss is disciplined, mature, and NON-racist...and black guys here vibe well with me in a "we minorities are in this together" type of way (unlike the black guys at the warehouse who have an infestation of Jealous-Racist-Black-Guy Syndrome).
So now, my life has less stress & less pressure on me. Altho I still don't spend time sarging...I still have the usual routine...work, go home, get your shit done, save up $$, bide your time till its your turn for "ABC" (Asian Boot Camp LOL).

However, the convenience of working at a club makes it easy for me to A>Feel more familiar & comfortable in a club setting, and B> a chance to use small snatches of time to try out PUA techniques & see the effects...altho I still won't count on scoring a lay/pickup...this is just extra, to keep me entertained in the mean time.


So anyway, let's get on with my current "adventure":


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[b]Black Divas:
It was Saturday, and we opened the club early at 6pm for the night, the first peeps were filling in. I was posted in the corner. About an hour later, we had a downtime hiatus, and so I took time to roam around the club where I spotted 2 pretty black girls. I followed them up at the bar. I didn't remember any set openers, so I just said what was natural...remember, I'm not expecting any success, just immersing myself to entertain myself (& it may be educational) while I'm still waiting for my turn at bootcamp in 6 months. I tried getting in between them & leaning back at the bar, except for one problem...there was a friggin chair right between them at the bar! I thought of moving it, but it woulda been awkward to. so I just leaned forward on the chair and opened....

I said in a playful way (smiling):
"Hey ladies! You look to be runway models or something! The way you girls just strutted into the club & all."

They gave me a cocky smirk and said no they weren't runway models...you need to be taller for that. Then I tried getting them engaged in conversation with me. They knew I worked here cuz I still had my uniform/Tshirt on. I just bantered with them only for a good 12 seconds before one of them said,
"We're going over there now. We'll talk to you later."

Then they headed to the tables near the stage where they sat down drinking their liquor.

I was back at my station where I stood watching them from afar.
The music got bumpier by the minute. I stood there jammin to myself. Then about 30min later, I headed to their table where I tried chatting them up again by saying, ..............

..and just when I was about to say something, the taller diva said, "Buy me another drink".
Then I said, laughing, "No baby, I don't buy women drinks...they buy ME drinks!"
she turned back toward the stage, and I went back to my station. About 30 minutes later, all the sudden the dance floor got empty, most people were at their tables or up against the walls. Except those two black girls, who headed out to the dance floor by themselves to do some sorta drunken "dance" while holding their drinks.
I watched in amusement. I noticed most the guys were staring at them in desire, while standing up against the walls...we're talkin thuggishly dressed guys who are twice my size. Then once the song ended, I headed over to the girls and (in a playfully seductive way) offered to hold their drinks for them while they danced...they said nah, so I headed back to my station.

After another 15 minutes, the girls walked over to a table nearest to the exit. I headed out to their table and playfully said "Hey! why you girls leaving so soon? Let's...."

That's when the shorter diva interrupted me & seemed annoyed & angry (& DRUNK), cuz she snapped at me saying, "DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE LEAVIN?! THIS IS THE 6TH TIME YOU'VE BOTHERED US! *&$#%^!"

I didn't understand/hear what she said afterwards, cuz of the loud music & her increasingly slurred speech. But I was both disgusted, & suprised that they reacted like that.

First off, I only approached them 4 times, not 6. Secondly, they seemed happy/OK with me the first 3 times and never told me to leave. This was just sudden. So I frowned at them and just turned 180deg, and left them...I ignored them for the rest of the night. All the sudden, those girls didn't seem so attractive now. Plain Ugly.

And no, guys, I didn't beat myself up over it...I know it wasnt my fault. It happens. But thank gawd this blow out happened in a noisy club, therefore less status-killing embarassment. I just wish I knew whether there was something I coulda done to prevent this kind of reaction, OR if its just THEM-ya know, the 1% of women who just WILL NOT be attracted to me no matter what.

In retrospect, I noticed those girls (aka Divas) were just there for the attention. they didn't speak to ANY other guys or gals either...except for the club owner/promoter. Their not somebody I'd wanna hang out with anyway.



Stay tuned for my next field story...its happening in present time, even as I write this...I'm just waiting for the results.