Had some great luck last night using some key advice I've seen around the forums.

I'm living in a new city forced to fly solo (all my buddies from work are married/kids), so the past few weeks I've made it a point to "seed" certain spots around downtown, i.e. go in on the off nights and chat up the bartenders/bouncers, find out who works when, etc... You know, socialize.

Also lifting like crazy this week with no excuses, running a couple miles every day no matter if I feel shitty. Last night I left work a little early to lift/stretch/run a few miles. Going out I felt completely relaxed/confident after a great workout and no doubt my posture/body language showed it.

So after my pre-game, last night I walk into one of my favorite spots. It's early but the line at the bar is already about 3 rows deep. I hate this shit. Normally, if I can't step up to the bar and take up some space I move on, but bartender sees me (I'm slightly above avg. height) and no shit clears a spot at the bar for me, has my drink waiting when I step up and starts to chat me up (lolol) (Social Proof). Of course this immediately sets off the hamster train and next thing I know I'm surrounded by 4 girls, one "accidentally" bumps into me (lol), then asks about my beer, then I lead her back to the corner away from her friends to talk. HB7, brunette, a little older than I like. Some kino/amused mastery, she's decent but I'm out for more and better so give her my phone for her number and tell her we will meet up later. She texts me later in the night and we set up a day/time for our next.

Off to the next bar, again, bartenders recognize me and we chat while he grabs my drink. I choose this place because there's a bar in the back next to a little lounge and girls tend to congregate in the lounge in packs to gossip. The bar is well lit despite the lounge being shady, so it makes for a hilarious effect, looking into the dark and seeing girls hatching their plans back there (lolololol). So I look into the lounge from the bar for my prospects and see a nice, tall blonde (HB7) looking my way with a brunette friend (HB 6.5 but a greeeeeat little body). I smile at them and then turn around and pull up a chair at the bar. I reach over and pull up another chair to rest my arm on. They can't resist. 2 min later brunette slides into the chair while blondie starts yapping, pretending like they "just happened" to walk up (lol).

Me: "Hey. My arm was sitting there."

Brun:"Oh, I'm sorry, is someone sitting here?"

Me:"Well, you can have a turn if you're nice. What's your name? blah blah blah"

And we're off.

I'm trying to make that indirect play on blondie but brun is fighting pretty hard for me and responding like crazy. She is desperate, recently broken-up, blah blah blah. Responds well to kino, cozies up next to me. Blondie tries to act distracted, starts giving me the eyes over brun's shoulder and can't resist coming over between the chairs to interject. She's the dominant girl, no doubt, and is showing it. Buuuuuut a little small talk later and I can see she is either crazy or getting too drunk too fast and will be a headache to deal with. Still, she responds to kino (hand on her hip) and then no shit, actually leans between me and brun (lolol), fidgeting, playing with her hair, escalating quickly. I have a deep voice and I talk really slow, and where blondie was yapping before at this point is mirroring me, talking low and close and leaning in (Into my frame). So when I stand up to talk to brun, Blondie is pissed and kind of retreats back to the other side of her friend. Brun is OVERJOYED at her change in fortune (poor girl), gives me her number immediately and we set up a date for this week.

Moving on... Last stop of the night is a place with a patio right out on the sidewalk where I've had great luck pulling girls in. I see two "good" girls with coffee cups kinda meandering down the sidewalk outside, laughing and looking in. They are clearly begging for some degenerate louse like myself to invite them in and defile them both, so I smile and approach immediately. They've never been there, they don't drink, just passing by, I offer to buy them both a water (lolol) and off we go. They are giggling and receptive the entire time and clearly very young/inexperienced. I have to admit, even this hard old heart got a little soft watching the girls drink water while the barsluts were pounding jagerbombs behind us with their tits out. It was a crazy contrast. We walk out and I have a smoke and one of them asks me for one so I provide. Exchange numbers and set a date for this week and get a late night "nice meeting you, can't wait to see you again, you're fun" text a few hours later (lolol).

After the girls leave I notice a niiiiiiiice blonde (HB8) on the phone outside who had been watching me talking to the other girls. She's on her phone, true, but I caught her staring at me so I'm going to find out why. I start to walk over and she smiles and hangs up almost immediately. "Me: You didn't have to hang up with your husband like that." "Her: Don't have one tonight." "Me: Right answer."

No she was not married but had some fun with this little game for a while before getting to know each other. This girl was the chaperone for the night and trying to haul her friends home. Exchanged numbers and am seeing her tonight for drinks because it's "her turn to have fun." (lolol)

Long/short: Pre-Game helped my Game immensely last night and has definitely helped me to get over approach anxiety and learn to develop prospects. I'm still learning but definitely seeing TRP "at work" around me.

Cheers,