So I began to Sarge about six months ago, but I work a ton with my job and so I haven’t dedicated as much time to my game as I would like. Here is my first full FR and would love anyone’s comments, questions, and tips to tighten my game up. I am submitting this one first because I want to set up that I have some game, but also I want to get help on my next FR that is in full swing.

Field Report: Bus Stop Girl May 2011

I live in the Seattle area (Ballard specifically), but was working on a client in Belltown. After I had finally wrapped up my day of work at 7:30pm, I headed over to the nearest bus stop that would take me back home. There is no better feeling than being done with a 12+ hour work day knowing that you can do whatever the hell you want at that point forward – no more client bullshit, no more manager nit-picking at your work (while doing no work whatsoever), and no more time behind a desk.

As I walked to the bus stop I was pumped some mucis from my UKF Dubstep mix (I had recently jumped into the Dubstep genre after a DJ at the Beyond Wonderland rave in Seattle mixed in some Dubstep with his normal Electro House set – oh, and this rave was insane…. I have never seen so many hot girls in so little clothing that were DTF, but that is a story for another time).

As I arrived at the bus stop I checked my iPhone app “One Bus Away”. I had about 15 minutes before the next Bus 28 would come by and pick me up. A few minutes later a solid HB9 ran up to the bus stop looking winded and frantic. She was 5’10, strawberry blond hair, green eyes, in tight pair of jeans showing off her toned and curvy physique, and a cute low cut top with small Cs… I immediately thought this girl had style and the looks to match it although it hadn’t crossed my mind yet to run game on her… Unconsciously, I was already peacocking because I had a new Armani navy suit on with a shined pair of light brown Bostonian’s that popped at the grungy corner of 3rd and Blanchard.

The HB looked at me and asked, “Did the 16 already leave?!”

I replied, “I just got here, but let me take a look for you…” I pulled open my iPhone app once again… sure enough it had not left. “Your next bus leaves in 12 minutes.”

“Thanks!” she said.

After she replied, I realized that even though I was tired, wanted to go home, engage in my pre-workout routine, and then hit the gym… that this was a golden opportunity to Sarge and I couldn’t miss it; even if my Cryo-game was and is less than perfect. So, within seconds of her last reply I said, “You should check out this great app (pointing to my iPhone). It tells you exactly when your bus will leave.”

She looked at me and replied, “I don’t have a smart phone…” as she pulled out her early 2000s flip phone with a grimace. Now in the past (before my head long dive into my PUA days) I would have made some nice guy comment reassuring this girl that it was ok she was behind the times in relation to her phone technology. I blame my childhood for this - my parents always taught me to treat girls with total respect, be kind, and of course understanding. All of these are great things in concept, but if I would have employed these tactics I would have been sending massive DLV spikes and would have gotten nowhere.

Instead, I looked at her and said, “You know…. If you stopped living in the dark ages and threw some money down for technology that was created in the last decade, you would have saved yourself from sprinting here.”

Ba-bam! Neg number one - she looked taken back at first (this girl was hot enough that every guy she meets probably groveled at her feet), but then she realized that I had made fun of her and she LIKED IT… bitch shield down. At that point she rationalized her crappy phone and blabbed like any girl does. I knew the game was on and it wouldn’t take much more work to number close this girl. After a bit of back and forth she asked, “What’s your name?”

I replied, “Do you always demand complete strangers personal info?” Neg two. She laughed again and informed me that she didn’t always…

I quickly cut in and sent a mocking jab, “You probably try to pick up on every guy at a bus stop you see!” She laughed hard at this third Neg and asked again, this time she explained that she was not a creeper, just curious. Instead of jumping through her hoop, I gave a quick compliance test by demanding her name first. She gave it. Erin. Since she had complied with my demand, I gave her a little bit back to reward her for compliance. “My name is Evan, nice to meet you.” After that we exchanged some back and forth about why were at the bus stop and what we were doing this summer in Seattle.

At this point I had completely hooked this girl, which was good because my time was running out – I could see my bus approaching so I interrupted her and said with a smirk, “Looks like my bus is almost here (pointing down the street), but you should give me that number to your cave man phone.” This wove in a nice time constraint that definitely helped me demonstrate higher value… I had places to be and awesome stuff to do – I couldn’t hang out with this girl at the bus stop all day. She quickly spouted off a slew of digits as I punched them in my phone. With that I told her I’d catch her later and hopped on the bus.

Two days later I sent her a text. She replied quickly and we set up a happy hour date for the next week. At this point when we met up I didn’t have to do much work. I was witty and energetic and kept sending as many DHV spikes as possible. I knew that at some point I needed to create a bridge to my house if I wanted to get out of the public setting so I could isolate and potentially F-close this HB9. After we were thoroughly intoxicated I talked about how I just moved to Seattle two months prior. Within that topic of conversation I told her about my new bed I had purchased – claiming that it was the most comfortable mattress in the world. She of course did not want to accept that my bed was better than her own, and proceeded to tell me all of the reasons why. After some playful back and forth, I told her we should put this argument to rest by having her come check out my bed. We hopped in a cab back to my place and as soon as we strolled into my bedroom it was a race to see who could get each other’s clothes off faster.