I've never done one of these (a field report) before but I thought I'd share and maybe there are some lessons to be learned.

I have some substantial advantages. I live downtown in a major city, I've got height and looks and a decent build, but I honestly have always had approach anxiety. I've been with dozens of women but usually through mutual friends, or them approaching me, or paired together for projects that kind of shit. That mixed with three LTR's meant I never really had to cold approach.

I don't drink often but this night a particular good friend of mine was in town and we shared some whisky. He left a bit earlier than usual. It was about 2:45am and I decided I wanted to get laid.

There is a bar I can see out my window where I recently found out the bar/restaurant industry crowds go have their after work drinks and it closes at 3. I decided to experiment.

This approach gave me several advantages. My approach anxiety kind of went out the window because I know the restaurant crowd. My competition would be a bunch of drunk beta's in desperation mode, and if there were any other Alpha's they 1) Probably weren't still there at closing 2) If they were, had already secured their lay for the evening. Also the fact this experiment required virtually no investment from me whatsoever took any sort of added pressure off.

So I thought this might be pretty easy, and it was.

I walk into the bar, buy a $6 corona, and first person I see is a good friend of mine who is a bartender nearby, and I join his crew and we chat for maybe 3 minutes. That was unexpected but gave me immediate social status.

Blonde 21 y/o HB8 catches my eye. I just walked up and asked her name, started asking a bunch of bullshit questions. She was hot and had great tits and I could tell was into me. One of the desperate beta's walks over. He had probably been eyeing her all night and now decides to work up the courage (as she's talking to a higher value man), of course.

He interrupts and I just let him talk himself into a stupor and continue my conversation with her as if he wasn't there. We all get pushed outside. Her other HB8 friend comes over. Drunk beta now begins chatting with her.

I told them they should both come up to my place for a drink. They asked where I live. I live near the top of a high rise that was a couple blocks away. I literally pointed to my place (it was the only apartment with the lights on, and I promise I didn't plan this part). They wanted to but were a bit weary because they had met me less than 10 minutes ago. (Yes keep in mind, my time investment was 10 minutes at this point) So I allowed drunk beta to accompany us. It ultimately worked to my advantage, but it retrospect it was a weak move and I shouldn't have let him in my apartment.

I pour everyone whisky and the girls get excited about the view. Drunk beta "is a DJ" and talks about himself incessantly. I leave him with my target and begin chatting with her friend (who spoke a lot about how pissed her boyfriend would be).

Eventually DJ moves to the friend and I continue chatting with my target. He was still trying to game this girl but was nothing more than an annoying fly we had to bat away every now and then. I told her I wanted to show her the view from my room and she didn't hesitate to follow me. DJ beta knew his place at this point.

Something to note: She wasn't giving a lot of signals, lack of eye contact, when I escalated kino she let me but didn't really reciprocate, BUT, she was never moving away or indicated she was uncomfortable.

Took her to my room and again she wasn't giving any sexual clues, so I just took it as her being nervous. I pulled her over and that was that. She instantly turned into the biggest slut I could ever hope for. Railed the shit out of her for the next few hours while the other two passed out.

Eventually I allowed her friend to join us in the bed (to sleep) and kicked beta out.

Lessons learned

  1. My circumstances made this much easier. A nice big apartment less than 5 mins away. You can crush it at the bar, but if you have to haul them to a basement suite after a 20 min taxi ride, things will probably end up shit. It's amazing what people settle for to save a few hundred dollars while that few hundred dollars could get them a much nicer place in a much nicer location.

  2. Confidence/Frame/mindest is king. I had all these conditions that let me convince myself I'd be the high value guy in the bar, so I walked in feeling like that. Was I? who knows, it didn't matter. Mindset will dictate how your night goes. I felt like I was so I was, and it made everything easy.

  3. Every girl wants to be an absolute slut for you if you allow her. I get aggressive pretty quick which gives her permission. She could barely make eye contact with me and then let me do anything I wanted 5 mins later. Give them permission.

  4. Although the circumstance helped, low value men are a fucking nuisance. I wasn't confident in getting these girls into my apartment without that added leverage. I should have been clear he wasn't invited and if that scared them off, so be it. Thinking back though, it probably wouldn't have could have fucked them both.

TL;DR

Went to the bar at closing time, invested almost nothing, pulled an HB8 (at the bar with her friend), made the mistake of allowing a beta in my place, but regardless was fucking my target within 30 mins of leaving my apartment.