Here's A little bit about myself and pick up. I'm black,21, 5'10, 170 lbs, fit and started doing pickup a month ago. Two years ago I was a scrawny 140lbs passive virgin(now at 7 girls) with no job, didn't go to college, and I isolated myself playing video games all day. 3 months ago I ended a 6 month relationship that was extremely toxic. A month ago I found a group of motherfucking action takers who were down to do pickup, primarily day game, which in my opinion is gaming on hard mode. So we went out cold approaching. During the first three weeks I was getting shut down pretty fast cause I either opened half-assed or I just choked once I opened. The last week most of my approaches have been high energy, longer lasting, more receptive, and just overall higher quality. Anyways let's get to the Field Report.

last Friday 1:30pm I meet up with a wing and I did three approaches. I got 1 number and the other two were just decent conversations. He gets a solid number. We Travel to a different city and we mostly just hang out. 7 o'clock hits and we see this tall lightskin 10 who looks around 6'2 in heels, best looking girl I've seen all day. I turned as she walks away and said "damn she's so fine" wing says "go approach her that's all you" "no I can't she's way too good looking, Ima just get rejected"(excuses) "fucking do it". Fuck it. I ran up approached her, did a yad stop, and told her she was cute and asked her what was she up to. She was meeting up with her mom right down the street (mom called her twice in set). Conversation goes on and I find out she leaves in two days, so I tell her I'm going out with some friends tonight and that she should come. She seems down so I get her number but she forgets my name, so I smile and told her she's definitely not getting a text back(neg). She Laughs and we parted ways. Texted her an hour later with the first message inviting her again. She's down.

Picked her up with two of my wings and we went to a club. When we talked I would lean in and put my arm around her waist. Gotta have some physical escalation. we go two Rounds at the bar. Barely danced but the conversation decent. Light up a blunt. Pass it around to my boys and her. Feeling good. faded. Someone taps me, I passed him the blunt thinking he wants a hit but he escorts me out. It was security. Told me I'm done for the night for smoking inside, his boss supposedly saw me on camera and He won't let me get back in for tonight but I can come back another day. In my defense I've seen people smoke plenty of times at concerts and clubs, didn't think it was a big deal. Oh well at least there's a security guard that knows me and I could use it as an advantage. "Well can I get my friends" he comes back with my wings and the 10. There's another club next door, but fuck I know there's a cover charge and I don't wanna make her have to pay to get in. We have an idea to sneak in through the smoking area(ironic right). But there's a security guard blocking the way. Two wings lead the way. So they start talking to the security guard and I'm like fuck it I'm not gonna be affiliated with them cause I just got kicked out next door. So we stood in line. A minute later I get a text, They got in. Wtf. No, seriously how the fuck did they finesse that shit? I thought security was checking stamps! We stood in line and we end up chatting with the guy behind us. I Find out some key info from him that I could use to get in for free. Yeah I waited In line but I still finessed that shit and got in for free.

its a lot bigger in Club #2 and there's more people. My wings went back to club#1. Once inside, we grinded, talked, and danced the whole time. I've only went out to a club once with a girl and that was with my toxic ex(8). But this girl looked like a tall model, a true 10 in my books. foolish me thinking I'd have the same club experience. Almost all the black dudes in that club tried approaching her, while she was in front of me. I've never experience shit like that before. No1 even attempted that when I was with my ex. They ALL get shut down instantly by the 10, it actually kinda flattered me. But this one guy popped up like the fucking undertaker and was literally 2 inches from her face. She turns her head towards him and she flinches hard cause He was way too close. He looked about 250 pounds shredded,30's, looked like he could hit 400 bench, and maybe about a inch shorter than me. He probably was the most ripped guy in there. I didn't give a fuck, I wasn't gonna tolerate that aggressive approach, not in front of me. Without hesitation I naturally put my hand around her waist and slid myself between him and the 10, with my back turned towards him. This is when shit escalates, it goes something like this...

him: "ok I respect that" with a smile on his face and reaches out a hand.

Me: I stand up straight and kept eye contact. I shake his hand and smile. "Ok it's good"

him: its all good

me: its all good bro

him: I wasn't even trying to fuck her

me: that's my girl

him: how would you like it if I throw this hundred dollars across your face (did I hear him wrong cause that doesn't make sense)

me: alright bro

him: smiles and reaches out hand "its all good"

me: smiles and shake hands "its all good" he walks away saying its all good bro about three times and I say it back.ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS ALL GOOD. but it was not all good.

The 10 stood back and watched the whole thing. she didn't comment afterwards. She became way more receptive towards me after that. I had no doubts she was into me after that. I could tell by the way she acted towards me. but the fucking 250 lb ripped bruiser comes back to me 15-30 minutes later and this time he gets close to me, squares up. so i stand my ground, stand up tall, chin up, staring him dead in the eye. Altercation went something like this him: next time you wanna run up be ready to run up

me: alright bro. I wasn't smiling this time, I had a stern look on my face, looking him dead in the eye. I feel a bottle on my leg and I realized he's been holding a THICK BOTTLE the whole time, which also made me realized that he threatened to hit me with the bottle earlier when he said "how would you like it if I throw this hundred dollars across your face". FUCK THAT. I'm not scared of this sensitive prick. I'm a changed person. I'm not that scrawny pacifist no more. Maybe I'd back down if I didn't go through 6 months with an emasculating ex. Maybe I'd back down if I didn't have the psychological effects of working out. I'm not scared to lose a fist fight. This wasn't a ploy to win her over. This was me standing up for myself. This is something id never do in 2015. I showed no fear. I kept my good posture and eye contact.

HIM: next time you wanna run up be ready to run up.

I just stare at him with a stern look. "alright then"

HIM: (looks at 10)look at this guy, your with this guy

The altercation diffuses and I turn and see that there was people standing there watching in a circle. People knew shit could've went down. The club ends, it's almost 2am. The mood between me and the 10 instantly went back to a good mood, as if nothing had happened. I walk out of the club with the 10 and we walked to my car. she didn't mention that altercation. She was more attracted to me. I could tell. we both sat in the front seat of the car, with the middle divider blocking us from getting real close. we just chatted up talking about random things. I wanted to escalate. I'm thinking to myself "I have the girl of my dreams in the car with me" but I Couldn't escalate. This was something I never had an issue with before. After about 15 minutes of reaching my car we finally see my two friends walking around the corner and they look at us half a block away smiling and they go back behind the corner. she says "wtf was that" "idk" "what were your friends doing?" "idk they probably went back to a club or bar or something". They were giving us time and privacy, being wings. So here I am with the prettiest girl I've ever been with and I cant make a move, I'm stifled. She was curled up facing me, leaning towards me, stroking her thighs and legs, and twirling her hair while talking to me. I knew what this meant, all I had to say was one line. lets cuddle in the backseat. couldn't think of ways to escalate in the moment. we talked for 1 1/2 hours and I texted my wings to see where they went. they were right across the street in the parking lot the whole time giving me time so I could close on her, but I didn't close I just held her hand a bit and complimented her soft skin and nails. They also texted "did you fuck her" "not yet". I awkwardly put my arm around her because we were so far apart in the front seat. Was it because I was high?drunk? almost got into a fight? no it was because she was too beautiful in my mind and I was intimidated to escalate even though I knew she wouldn't reject me. Couldn't think of a smooth way to go to the back seat when we were sitting in the front seat. ALL I HAD TO DO WAS SAY LETS SIT IN THE BACK SEAT. I get self-conscious. I probably wouldn't be able to get it up anyways so I should just spare the shame. I haven't brushed my teeth since 12 in the afternoon and my breath will probably stink if we make out anyways. I Couldn't fathom that I pulled a girl like this. She says she is ready to go home after an hour and 40 minutes of sitting in the car. its 3:30 am now. so I call my wings and they come 30 seconds later and she says to my friends "you guys were there the whole time!?". I was actually surprised too when they texted me that they were across the street in the parking lot(I thought they had insta-dates, closed on something, or went to a different club.). MY WINGS AND THE 10 WAITED FOR ME TO DO SOMETHING FOR ALMOST 2 HOURS. I choked. I kept thinking how beautiful she was and out of my league. I beat myself up for it in the inside. I've never had a problem with escalating before pickup, shit it was the reason I got laid. Maybe I'm putting too much pressure on myself.

I drop her off. wings asks me with enthusiasm "did you fuck?" "no" "did you make out with her?" "yes"(I just fucking lied) they say again excitedly "so you made out with her?" "no... no I didn't". felt defeated. felt like I choked. felt like I let them down. it would be he last time I ever saw her. I'm being super hard on myself...

But then I realized what I did that entire day. I realized what I accomplished. I pulled 3 day game numbers off 7 approaches. I pulled the hottest girl I saw all day, took her to the club hours later, and stood my ground against a guy that was probably two times stronger than me. all we did was grind, dance, talk, and hold hands. Everybody had a great time. I KNOW MY POTENTIAL and its only been a month. I learned so much that day.