Every time I write a blog post, I like to post it in its entirety here, since this is where many of my fellow redpillers reside, and I enjoy the feedback. This blog post is "Bumping, Dancing, and Faith - Weekly Field Reports".

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BUMPING, DANCING, AND FAITH - WEEKLY FIELD REPORTS

Here are some updated field reports from my week.

Bumping

I almost never go out to bars on my own anymore, since my roommate and I are each others' wingmen and we both go out all the time together. But Wednesday I was on my own and decided to stop by a bar. It's a different experience going out on my own, and has a certain sense of freedom to it.

I talked to a few girls at first but none were very responsive, so efficient that I am, once I saw their level of interest wane I immediately moved on to talking to someone else.

I was getting a drink at a bar and a girl "Nicole" bumped into me and splashed a little beer on me. I gave her a look of amused disgust and said, "nice move, is that how you always get guys to talk to you, spill drinks on them?" I said it with a smirk and she laughed. I asked her what her other lines were to get guys.

This portrayed the frame that I expect girls to try to pick up guys (and by extension, me). It showed me as the catch, that I was amused about how she tried to "pick me up" even though she was not doing that at all.

She lapped it up and we chatted for a bit. After about an hour, a guy much older than us (early 50's) started talking to Nicole and her friend. Even though he was not bad looking and somewhat charming, they looked a bit disgusted and later told me they hate when "old creepy guys" hit on them (also this was a college bar so it was a bit out of place).

But from my perspective, I wanted them to know that I had no intention of "competing" with this guy. So I ignored the group of them and left to watch the band for a bit. I came back a bit later at her beckoning to "save" her and her friend. I said I'll pretend to be her boyfriend for the night so he'd stop hitting on her.

She asked why I didn't stay and help, and I laughed and said it was much more fun to watch her suffer.

Throughout the conversations, she also was qualifying herself to me a bit by mentioning that she was not a feminist. It was her attempt at trying to say something that she thought I'd want to hear. And you know what? She was right. When a girl tells me umprompted that she's not a feminist and starts explaining all the reasons, I admit I get a little hard.

At the end of the night, she told me that I couldn't drive home drunk (which I was not), and I said that I don't know anybody in town. She said that I'd have to just stay at her place, to which I said that I guess I'd have to.

Once we were back at her place she said she was uncomfortable and intimidated since I was older than her (by not too many years though) but I am already established in my career and life as an adult and she's still in college. I laughed again and then had sex with her twice.

I left around 4am since I had an early meeting the next day. She said I had to lead the direction of this and text her. She was just reiterating that she likes guys to take charge (duh).

Dancing

Last night I went out to some bars with my roommate and a bunch of his female friends (that's our usual play; him and me along with a group of girls). Last weekend I met some girls from this group, and got a girl "Vanessa"s number. I had texted her but she said that she didn't want to lead me on and that she had a boyfriend. I said no problem and left it at that. Last night Vanessa was there getting ready with the girls. She actually didn't look as good before she was ready and not in the darkness of the bar. I was visibly cheery and actually did not act like she had rejected me the previous week at all. I truly did not care. And it showed, and she started talking to me more and showing me interest. I didn't want to waste my time trying to pick her up at the bar, but had a fun time pregaming with her.

Anyway, we went out to the bars, and I have recently been doing a lot more high energy approaches and game. I will dance with whomever, be cheery as fuck, and my attitude is very much a do-no-give-a-fuck if I am at all if I am successful. It's been quite wonderful actually, as girls pick up on this and seem to want to hang out with me.

The group of us (my roommate and me and a group of girls) were out at a popular bar dancing. We met up with more girls who are friends with the original group we came with. I already had social proof since I had come with a group of their attractive girl friends. And my investments in myself such as physique, attitude, conversational skills, etc. make it pretty easy to talk to and dance with these girls.

I didn't hook up with anybody last night, but this morning I had some Facebook friend requests and messages from these girls, showing me that they were interested in me. Also I make a mild effort to cater my online "reputation" (if you can even call it that) to showcase both my success and fun attitude. I've responded to a few of them and will try to meet up with some of them this week.

At the end of the night, I was in a pizza joint and a girl behind me in line told me I looked like a celebrity. I laughed and then asked her what's good here. She gave me a suggestion on what to get and I said that she should give me her number so we can meet up here again. She said okay and her and I have texted a bit today. I like to diversify my sources of sex so I have a few options from last night, and we'll see which follow through this week to be a new plate.

Faith

One of my regular plates "Faith" and I have hung out a few times lately. Every time we hang out it's pretty much to have sex. But lately I've been busy with work and with going out with other guys and girls. Last weekend, Faith asked me what I was doing for the weekend. I told her I already had plans to go out with my roommate and a few other friends (guys and girls) so I couldn't hang out.

She started telling me about how I sucked. It was not teasing, and she wasn't really mad, she was just whining.

How did I respond? I ignored her. If anybody sends me a text I do not like, I simply do not respond until they text me something better. Training by ignoring. Eight hours later she texted me, "You know, I guess you are pretty cool". It was her way of an apology. I immediately texted her back something positive so she'd make the connection about which types of text I'd respond to.

Now, she asked me nicely this past week if we could hang out this weekend. It was nicer, she was more submissive, and she and I are going to hang out Monday night now.

Parting Thoughts

Overall, my success with girls lately has increased a lot. I've been more high energy, showing that I care less, and have been dressing better and getting much stronger which shows. We'll see what this next week has in store. Cheers all.