It all started Friday morning. I woke up... and gave 0 fucks. I played the insomniac again the night before and didn't really care how long I took to get ready or what I wore. I spent the day working while listening to Alan Watts (Eastern philosophy is clearly key for pickup).

At night I rushed to get ready. I was going to a house party and then out: I had no mutually beneficial outfit options and didn't want to wear my Halloween costume. I said "fuck it" and wore what I wanted to wear, then headed out to dinner.

First Stage: Pre-Drink and House Party

The pre-drink was at the Pinnacle in Toronto. That's where I met the first girl - an HB7 Asian dressed as Robin Hood (although I really thought and joked it was a leprechaun costume). I joked my costume was a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (W.A.S.P.), which technically would be a costume because I'm Catholic. Didn't really pay much attention to her because I thought she was my friend's target. My focus for the entire night was have fun. I didn't care what else happened.

The house party was near Yonge-Bloor and the person who invited us didn't even show up until after we left. I knew no one there, so again I figured I'd have fun and enjoy the moment. My mantras are now the following:

  • Non-resistance, non-reaction, non-judgement.
  • Accept, enjoy, or have enthusiasm for every situation. Failing that, get out.

So, following that, I went into semi-extrovert mode and talked to the other party-goers. I played beer pong with the host, ate the food (amazing spread for a house party: cookies, buns, drinks, and Cool Ranch Doritos), chatted with a nice HB7 girl dressed as a vampire sailor, talked to this fun dude in a Stonecutters/Water Buffalo hat, chatted up other guests, etc. I didn't give a shit about anything: I was having fun. It wasn't really state, but it was damn near close.

As for Robin Hood who was there with us, she was immediately engaged by the local AMOG, dressed in a very appropriate Pilot costume with Aviators. You could almost call it an "AMOG Pilot" costume. He pointed to a can of whipped cream, sprayed it on her chest, and went in for a lick. It was well done I must say. He chatted with her a little more but she later came back to us saying she thought he might be gay. I took this opportunity to AMOG him a little, and I even dropped the Neil Strauss line, "Well I'm gay, but if I weren't I'd be all over you," during this exchange. Later I commenced kino-ing her in my usual fashion (talk to her on an angle, lean in, hand at the small of her back - I started doing this without thinking when I was 15).

Second Stage: Clubbing Adventure

Our intent was to go to This Is London where Robin Hood had a friend getting bottle service. My buddy fucked up though and pissed off the bouncer, so he wasn't getting in. Being the sacrificially good friend that I am we bounced to find another place, ditching Robin Hood. We met up with our other friend who had two more HB7 Asians (let's call them Red and Black) with him and went into... a club. I have no idea what place it was - remember, fun. I still informed my buddy though: always make nice with the staff.

Inside we danced with the HB7 Asians, switching partners frequently. Dancing is my fucking thing, I know how to do it seductively, appear to have fun, do it fairly well, and use it for total non-verbal attraction-building. I spoke NO WORDS from this point on in the night; I don't need them. I felt tension with both Red and Black (Black had really seductive eyes too) and things seemed like they were going well. I felt no need to approach other girls, but probably should have.

After a little while in the club Robin Hood just appeared out of nowhere, and she was by herself. She ditched her other people to come hang with us, which was cool. There was also now a girl for every guy. On top of that I learned that my friend's target was not Robin Hood but was in fact Red. He started gravitating towards her from this point forward, and got himself a make-out. I don't know if they hooked up, but clearly they could have. My buddy also started dancing exclusively with Black, so I went to Robin Hood: it was escalation time.

Within a few minutes of dancing with Robin Hood we were making out. Not only was it escalation time but it was also erection time. I pressed that thing right into her: this is one point on which I never care when dancing. If it's growing she's going to feel it, plain and simple. If she doesn't like it, it's up to her to protest. Girls like sex too, remember? I'm sure she was flattered and it provided a wonderful precursor for later events, and guess what? I pulled her.

Final Stage: Pinnacle

We took a cab back to her place at the Pinnacle and went immediately to her room. She was a little too drunk to go beyond some heavy foreplay, so I didn't force it. We slept on her rock hard mattress (with no cover, wtf) and in the morning I got my F-close. Always have a condom on you, because she asked for it and she didn't have any. After the F-close I set a time constraint, because I'm a busy man, got her number, and left. I'll go for a day2 next week but I don't have any intention of seeing much of her in the future. The point is I learned a dickload, had a shit-ton of fun, and got an F-close.

Analysis: What I did well.

  • Super-high congruence and confidence last night. I was simply myself and wasn't putting on a show.
  • Wasn't really seeking any validation and wasn't looking to pick up. I was actually looking for fun because I didn't give a shit.
  • Appearance didn't matter to me at all. I had no costume and went clubbing wearing an American Eagle sweater circa 2005, un-tucked dress shirt, and jeans. I was also unshaven and forgot my cologne. Hugo Boss Orange; normally gets me a ton of compliments but clearly it's not necessary.
  • Didn't hold back on kino or making any moves.
  • No attachment at all.

Analysis: What needs improvement.

  • Had some pretty bad ED, obviously my sexual confidence isn't at 100%. Either I wasn't totally attracted to her (probably had a lot to do with it) or I'm still a little psychologically "not there." She was kind of a stiff despite showing some genuine enthusiasm at points. The condom didn't help but I have to get used to that.
  • Needed to bring personal lubricant.
  • Drank way too much. The dehydration was probably another factor in the F-close, and that's because of the drinking. I only did it because of my buddy.
  • Didn't approach other girls.

I'm a hardcore noobie by the way. This was my first F-close in over a year, and all I did was go with the flow. I've been consuming PUA material for about 6 weeks and only gone out about 4-5 times since starting. My entire attitude and worldview has changed since starting, and I'm a profoundly happier person as a result. I am also that much more myself and that has been the key more than anything else.

Hope you enjoyed the tome. Time for some Minecraft and then Hamilton for more fun tonight!