LR: Jazzy Monday
Fuuck yeah.
I knew something was missing in my game that I was just on the edge of getting. After three up and down weeks after I fucked my first girl since my ex, I managed to pull same night to her place for the first time ever. Also my fastest pull, 30 minutes. Not that fast but hey it's a new one for me
Gonna' try a somewhat different approach to writing this LR. Hopefully will read more like a story and less like I'm explaining everything.
So the day starts off, it's early and hot - unusual weather for this "winter" - and I grab a burrito from the place next to my place. Go back inside fat and happy, then my stomach feels like garbage. I literally felt so sick I went back to bed at 10AM and woke up around 4PM in a daze. Kinda' flippin' out because I wanted to do cold approach today/tonight and just cut the daygame part right out. I get myself focused though, and decide to finally check out this Jazz spot on Mondays. I'd been putting this off for a while because I had some sort of stigma against going out at the start of the week. This turned out to be such an awesome decision.
I get ready, watched some game videos, meditated, got dressed and headed out. My fashion nowadays is on fucking point. I get opened regularly now, and people compliment my style constantly. Needless to say I feel good. I grab another burrito like a stubborn bull and grab an Uber to the spot. This place is actually dope. Its a basement style bar, super cozy and intimate, with a fat covered patio in the back. The music was also a nice change of pace from
wub-wub clubs and Hip-Hop. The jazz was smooth, and created a vibe similar to a coffee shop electric with the hum of conversation, but with an added layer of sexuality and excitment. In one ear, soul soothing Jazz, in the other, hubbub of people engaging one another.
I go to grab a drink and run into one of my old co-workers from years ago. We catch up and it's awesome. I grab a drink finally, then head to the patio. Out here I engage a few people, just kind of warming up my social muscle. One reason I was hesitant was the last place I was was a huge downtown style bar with 200+ people in it. To switch to such a closer knit environment was a bit of a switch in gears on my part. I slowly opened and my friend that recently went out of town called. We have such a good relationship, talking puts us both in a good mood. I'm laughing on the phone and then
another old co-worker walks in with someone else I know. I'm getting such accidental social proof. I end the phone call and catch up with those guys.
I'm pretty much just shooting the shit, occasionally peeling off to enter another group as I'm grabbing a beer. Nothing is really sticking, and my approach is being recieved well, but not as much instant attraction as I got on the weekend. This confuses me. I'd been trying to work on calibration by walking by and then opening, and I had a feeling squaring up wouldn't work.
I came back from grabbing a drink and I see so many people interacting with so many groups. Everyone plays instruments. They all have similar plans.
It dawns on me that it's a giant social circle.
I feel some clarity for a moment and start shifting into social-butterfly. I drop by everyone's convos and just shift around while I'm moving. I'm shifting energy around and it feels great. I talk to my first girl and she's doing live art with the Jazz. She starts reflecting my own usual questions back at me before they leave my mouth. She sounds like a promoter type, or the socialite type. All my conversations were relatively short other than the one I was having with my old co-workers. I got an idea of who was who by how they received my approach. Some engaged and even introduced me to others for me. Some just waited idly and I had to manuever for them. Some people took the wheel of conversation, others helped steer, and others backseat drove. Really interesting to see the different conversation dynamics.
I start to feel more and more myself, and my qualifications were on tonight. Every time I qualified someone on something genuinely, I felt so good inside and they just lit up. It felt good. I start approaching more girls and can feel my natural level of game come out. I compliment this one girl on her outfit and she gets drawn in. I feel like I make eye contact and a bubble drops around us and it's just me and her. This is how I like to feel with people a lot nowadays. Creating a moment of genuine connection amongst all the negative bullshit we all have to deal with on a daily basis.
She eventually glides off into the crowd, and I get a bit complacent. I maintain steady but not heavy socializing throughout the night. I even got invited to a private party next week. I felt myself start to slide down in terms of what I want, so I refocus. It's around 12:30AM when this happens, and I know this is the time to start really striking.
I approach a few girls I should've opened immediately. She's flirty and receptive but I approached from a bad angle. I can barely reel her in before a guy comes in and shuts circle on me. Hate when this happens, you get shut out on and have to turn and basically jump into the group next to you smoothly. I do this a couple times and some of the guys I talk to are condescending. I know this is a good sign because guys react usually negatively towards you when they see you as a threat. I'm a lone wolf in a new pack.
I contemplate going for the really difficult conversation at the other end of the patio with three girls, but I decide against it. See a girl in a fur hat and open from across the table. She thanks me, while maintaining eye contact. I purposely mouth my words and then wheel around the table to lean on the seat next to her. We start talking and I slowly sink into the chair further as she gets more comfortable. We have a good conversation, I facilitate the vibe and qualify while she creates comfort with me. Combined with eye contact, it's a perfect bubble. She tells me some things that insinuate that she's older. I'm careful to tip-toe around any subjects that would instantly call for her to ask me how old I am. Find out she's alone. Nice. She just moved here. Nice. Has her own place. Nice. Doesn't have a plan after this. Dope. I find all this out while maintaining the story-sharing vibe and creating that exciting tension.
They call to close the patio and I know I need to risk it more if I'm gonna' get good. I have solid fundamentals, I just need to lead. I ask her about her plans right now. She mentions an after hours techno place - which is dope to know - but is closed today. After this they kick us off the patio and she heads inside without me. Not wanting to chase, I cash in on my room working earlier and talk to my ex-co-workers. I do this basically right in front of her as she's sitting behind me. I get the feeling she's watching me but don't want to seem too eager to cut my friend off to walk over. I keep the corner of my eye out to see if she's leaving. I eventually grab my friend's number and then turn around to talk to her again.
I go out on a limb here because I've got nothing to lose, and ask her if she has alcohol at her place. She says no. Shiit. I then test her with, "is there anything fun to do at your house?" She says not really. I'm fumbling an easy pull here and running out of room for any more no's. She asks me if I have an Instagram. I'm like, "Oh fuck no I'm pulling or bust" and tell her no. She asks for my number and I give it to her. I change subject and she says she's gonna' smoke. I ask to join her and she says sure.
We head outside, and I reverse and build comfort some more. Asking about her family, history, etc. Two of my friends walk out and say goodbye to me. I wish them well. A guy comes into my conversation and I do my best to blow him out gently. I bubble her again and he eventually dips out. She mentioned earlier how she liked to smoke weed. I remember someone from RSD saying she'll tell you how to pull her. I ask her if she has any immediate obligations. She says no. So I then ask if she wants to smoke at her place. She actually agrees. I'm fucking awestruck. This girl just agreed to pull back to
her place. I'm riding this wave of new ground and just vibe a bit. The Uber she ordered gets there and off we go.
I can't believe it... I'm in a cab with a girl I met tonight going to her place. Most likely to fuck each other's brains out. I hold up conversation on the ride over and we get there in about 5 minutes. We go inside and she gives me a quick tour, then up to her room. Holy shit am I fucking nervous but simultaneously delusionally confident. We take off her shoes in her room and she grabs her iPad. We listen to some music and watch some cartoons. She shows me something on her phone and I scoot over on her bed over to her. Had to get in range
. We're listening to some music and I kiss her randomly. She's pleasantly surprised but I can tell she's a bit nervous still. I back off and continue conversation. I kiss her again about 5 minutes later, this time a bit more passionately. We roll off again and she passes me a joint. She Asks me about her work and feeling like she needs me to open up I tell her all about it. I hit the jointa bit and I start to get pretty high. I kiss her a third time, this time dragging her onto the bed. She lets out a few soft moans and she gets up to turn off the lights. We start going at it and honestly we're both pretty excited. I don't get much resistance after I kiss a girl, so it's pretty smooth sailing from there with a few step backs. We go at it for a while and I can't cum. Again. Annoying how I can't cum the first time with a girl. We eventually slow down and she finally asks me how old I am. I reflect and she says she's 31. Hoooleeee shiieet. I tell her the honest truth that I'm 21 then project that it's not a big deal. I ask her why she asked nonchalantly and she says because I was really good. Pumping my fists in my head, I talk to her for a bit, cuddle a bit, then she kicks me out. I leave and she says she'll text me.
Soo much I learned today, so happy I took the risk and went out on a Monday. Finally pulled to her place, literally spent like 30 minutes with her in the bar. The risk pays off, just fucking pull.
Till the next LR,
Jake.
