My background: found this place 2.5 years ago. Check out /r/mansformation /r/alpha and my top posts if you like this.

Felt like contributing as I have a little spare time its been nearly a year since my last FR or LR. I'm writing up this day as it tested my whole spectrum of game; Facebook stuff, street/day stuff, groups of girls in a bar AND club dancefloor. Really was the perfect day.

I'm going to give an honest account of my innermost thoughts and thought processes, as I know that "knowing the mindset" is important to beginners. I don't usually talk like this, but I do think (a little) like this. Do not confuse my honesty for bragging/meanness. I have nothing to prove - I don't even post here any more really. Also note I never lie about my intentions.

There is a lot of value in understanding my mindset so please ask questions if anything seems immoral to you or does not make sense. I love explaining things. I would do an AMA if people knew who i was.

Friday

The morning

Decided to make a conscious effort to get some phone numbers for the week; I want to go on a few dates with different people. Really want to get laid too; it's been ages for me, tbh. My life suddenly got on track career-wise so I'm ready for a little female fulfillment once again. Have the day off from work too.

First I hit the gym with a friend. I’m trying the Starting Strength routine atm but moved to a new city and quit it for a month. I'm terrible. This place doesn't have a squat rack or even barbells so I do some chest work with dumbbells. I'm skinny and my chest is proportionally the weakest part of me; I’m writing this Monday and I am still in agony. This affects me later on this Friday.

Very attractive lady in this gym. She is a few years older. She looked at me through the mirror a few times. I want to hit on her but know that you shouldn't in the gym. If I do it should be uber-subtle and low-risk. When she leaves I am in-between sets and at the water-cooler. I maintain solid eye contract as she walks past, but she breaks it and looks up and away. Looking up is a bad signal (she feels above me) so I turn away and forget about her.

Get home. Need to dress smart for something later in the day so I wear a green suit jacket and slimfit green cords. Also a nice thick pink shirt with a small crest of a guy playing lacrosse. Looks expensive; its not mine I just found it on my bedroom floor. Add red necktie and polished brown leather shoes.

Check laptop: a girl who must fancy me just liked a post on my facebook wall from one month ago. This is her discreet way of saying "talk to me", as she has plausible deniability that she "just liked the post", but nobody scrolls through pages of your wall unless they are interested. I will text her either an embarrassing anecdote about myself or a sly joke dig-at-her as an 'opener' in 2 days time; just when she thinks I’m not going to respond. I will give her a shot but don't expect a LTR or anything. Don’t think she wants a LTR anyway. She is hot but I don’t know if I want to sleep with her yet as I enjoy a slight reputation of elusiveness and i'm unsure if she would keep it a secret even if I got her to swear to.

After lunch

Head to a stock market exchange in the city with a friend. Booked tickets to go in the viewing booth a month ago. Its free. Great date idea. You see people making the hand gestures and shouting trades. Every 25 minutes a buzzer goes off and you get 5 minutes of intense trading. One guy is on the phone to 4 people at once. We learn that right hand means "cash" and left hand means "3 month contract". I think. If somebody fucks up the hand signal it could transport thousands of tonnes of metal from one country to another. This room appears to hold 198 white privately-educated men, 1 woman and 1 black guy. Don't you just hate the world?

Later, a woman on the street gets her high heel stuck in some metal drain cover on the pavement, right next to me. The street we were on was empty except for us two. I pull it out for her without her asking and joked that she picked a good place to get stuck. I ask her for directions to a place I am heading despite knowing where it is and she offers to walk me there. She drops an uber-subtle hint that she has a great job so I interrogate her on it and call her out on dropping a hint, whilst also saying it was OK to drop the hint as its something to be proud of. With this done I am the dominant one and she is free to open up as much as possible. It’s a high-end government job. High-flyers are so sexy. I learn about her job and find out how she does it. The more she opens up the more I reward her by laughing, eye-contact and touching her arm. She had so much to say I made an excuse to see her again to continue talking and she gave me her number.

5pm

I’m now running late for a meeting in a private members club in Mayfair. Never done anything like this before. I’m not a member but have a friend who I am meeting there to catch up with. This place is insane. In the snooker room we pushed a book and it opened a secret door in the bookshelf. I thought this club would be full of beautiful women but everyone is aged 60+. Oh well, we should be spending this time catching up anyway. Another friend turns up and decides to become a member for a year. We make a £50 bet that one of us will have sex on the snooker table before 2014.

A guy on the street calls me a “Faggot” because of the ridiculous suit I am wearing. I look like such a posh wanker, its true.

8:30pm: A bar.

Then I was late for a birthday party in the trendy district. I’m usually on time for everything so it should be ok. My friend and I look so swanky in these suits – girl serving me at McDonalds is quite pretty and giving me the eye. I later wonder if she misread me when I asked for extra bacon. (yes I know this is a terrible joke but its all true!)

Arrive at a trendy bar. I don’t really have the money for this atm. My friend vocalises that he wants to pull. I say I’m a little out of practice too and will try joining a few groups of girls to chat, and that he should join about 10 mins after I’ve started.

One table has 8 hot girls. These are always the best tables to hit. Just be cool and interested and drop a few DHVs and some cocky/funny on any girl, and the others notice. It only works at the start of the night when their guard is down though. Too many men with alcoholic blood (rather than 'pure' confidence) will soon inflate their self-perceived-status.

Whoever you first hit on does not matter, except if you talk to her too much and she feels that you are “hers” – in which case you can’t hit on her friends without being a bit of a dick but she will still reserve the right to ditch you.

I talk to a very pretty girl from Ohio. My opener was just a directly acknowledge of understanding of the situation. Good idea to make your opener contain acknowledgement of the subtext. I say slowly and in my deep relaxed masculine voice “May I sit here for a few minutes and talk to you?”, in very open and bold body language. The subtext is “I am considering hitting on you”. Note this subtext is better than “I’m hitting on you”. You rarely get a “no” for this. If you do then you just say “Oh! Well I just wanted to. Anyway, enjoy your evening!” with a smile, showing you are polite but don’t care about rejection. Often they will orbit you 30 mins later worried they missed a good catch.

Turns out they all are from Ohio. Doing some business course or something. They leave on Sunday – perfect! Logistics mean that anyone interested in me understands that its for tonight only. People travelling often are in the new-experiences mindset anyway. A good way to seduce them is to talk about exciting new (but safe) experiences, to get deeper in that mindset. After 10 minutes of me dropping good interesting anecdotes and opening her up she just goes cold. I paid her too much attention (although I did talk to her friends a lot). Her friend then starts hitting on me, so I offer my attention to her. She is a little bit boring though. Most of the 6 girls there were commenting on me the whole time, sizing me up and laughing aloud about non-descript things about me. Always to be expected. Don’t let it phase you: some of them will roll their eyes at you now, but those who were DTF are now more determined. Just be cool, honest and dominant and let the numbers work for themselves. After a lull in conversation I excuse myself and join the birthday crew.

I ask the bartender for any new cocktails he might be trying and he gives me one that’s not on the menu. Two blondes stand next to me and their bodies are slightly open towards me. I tell them to try this cocktail as they are struggling to choose a drink. Maybe they want me to buy them one but I only considered this now. My arms are back on the bar, I’m leaning back on the bar, my body is open, I maintain solid eye contract on both with equal attention. We talk a little.

Its still amazing to me that what impresses most girls in bars can often be really simple stuff, like somebody knowing your name, or some pointless status symbol, but nothing that really matters (like your morality, inner-strength, career ambitions) gets considered. These girls were so impressed by my not-on-the-menu cocktail.

The girls were 2 of the 8 from before. The birthday party I’m with is leaving for a club. I can either sleep with one of these girls now or convince the 8 of them to join my male-dominated group. I try hard to provide value to my group and pair us groups together, and nearly persuaded them to come to the same club, but some AMOG bastard joins us then tells them not to go to this club as it’s “shit”. Out of nowhere, of all the people to come AMOG me: it’s a bartender! He’s not even trying to pull tonight as he works til late and the girls are about to leave, wtf? My socially-intelligent best friend and housemate (who is also absolutely gorgeous) then jumps in and starts shooting him down on my behalf. God I love her! She then tries to persuade the girls to come to this club, but its just not happening. I could have been more persuasive myself.

My housemate then suggested I take these girls home, but I decide to stay with the birthday crew as the birthday boy is a best friend and housemate. Also my female housemate should be looked after at this club: she has no female friends with her and is super drunk so I got to keep an eye on her.

I email-close one of the blonde girls as they don’t have phones in the UK. We are heavy-touching out of nowhere. She wants sex tonight but I tell her to check her emails tomorrow and then come to my flat and I will “show her the best parts of London”. I never sent this email as I was a total wreck Saturday.

Fuck this post is getting long. Let me post the rest below.