One night being a day-1 lay in the last month; tonight no closes except a number from some random chick I'm not really into...

So what made this night so special?

I was listening to transformations (from RSD) at work all day and it really compounded my last weekend. Specifically what Tim says, he made a mental image in my head.

That when I go out, I go for me, and only me.

That I get to make the night happen. I'm watching me and it's going to be the best thing to watch, ever.

When I say I opened between 30-40 people, maybe more, I don't even consider it opening. Its me talking, them getting to hear me talk. And I had a way of reinforcing it whenever possible. I simply asked people, "on a scale of one to ten, what are you right now?" Mostly seven to eight was what I got. I only asked three people, during interactions where I wanted to fill their lulls, but they would usually politely return the question. "What about you?" "I'm a ten." Every time they were taken back, thinking I was bullshiting, but I never didn't have a smile on my face. I told two dudes, almost instantly they were pissed. The one girl I told, followed me around all night. "I am honored to be in presence of a ten." Too bad I didn't want her.And yes, as a human, I felt bad going to up to every girl in the place while she watched.

Don't use this for yourself. Find whatever you need to tell yourself that you're the best motherfucker in town (which I was tonight).

I had nearly every woman's attention. I shit you not. If I didn't have it, they weren't paying attention. I made eye contact with some little hottie, whatever, I didn't want to approach. I just felt nervous. Two minutes later, I walk up to some set and run a routine. They start laughing, but turn away for a second, and I'm gone. I don't care, I start dancing. That girl with the eye contact bumps me (on a open dance floor) and does some sexy ass moves. I say "what's your name?" "Don't get excited I'm a lesbian." Who cares. We do some freaky shit with her friend and they walk away. Whatever, I'm going to go talk to these chicks over here now.

My downfall. Not blowing out. I isolated five (maybe more) women. I should've made out with every one of them. It's just my heart goes out to the friends. I see me taking them away and a sadness that I've manifested on another person makes me back up. Breaking my frame of me, me, me. One set, a wing pops in on the other girl, and I'm isolated, but she wants to eject from her guy because he's just being a full blown wiener and keeps coming back to us. Eventually blowing him out and taking her along.

I almost wish I wouldn't know so much pickup theory. Thinking that she minds her friend see her make out or that it might not get me laid, it's bullshit. Who cares if I get laid or kissed anyways. I was having a blast. Maybe she does mind, but who cares, I want it. And if she doesn't, I'll try a different girl or come back again later. If you're the guy the girl wants to fuck, you're that guy. I have pick up theory rules built in from the last few months of training and my next hurdle is unlearning them.

To reinforce that I was being watched, the girl giving me her number, was like "dude your so random. I like that" after about 30 seconds talking to her... I never said anything random. I was completely normal with her... the only thing I can think of is if she watched me. If not, the women I approached kept tabs on me, that was enough.

Oh. If I had to say one secret, if only one for my whole night. Get there and do whatever it takes to make you feel like you couldn't possibly be more embarrassed. Dance onstage. Yell that you're tranny. Whatever. Everybody is watching and you just tripped and ate shit. Good, now go ask that chick to fuck you.

TL;DR I did what I came to do. I made people have a bad ass night. And yes, I did about ten running, spinning high fives.