MONDAY FIELD REPORTS (Post-Halloween Edition)

Spacelnvader · 2013-11-04T18:21:31+00:00

Alright, 1st field report for me.

I was at what was called a "Reunion-30" Event on Friday. The concept of this events is, that only people around 30 should go. Normally I would be against this kind of thing, as I am more into younger women, but my mate wanted to go and as I have never been to this kind of things (they are quite popular in Germany) I went with him. When we arrived, I saw a lot of people standing around the entrance who were long past their 30s, and my mood dropped significantly. We went inside to see even more people in their 40s, feeling a bit out of place. I looked a bit around to see if there were any women who at least could claim to be 30. While looking around, I could see dozens of women eyefucking the shit out of me. I have NEVER seen so much desire and longing in one place. I realised that we seemed to be the youngest men inside the whole club and I felt a bit like a little lamb amongst salivating wolves.

The place itself was very well decorated. There was a bar in a Y shape with the bartenders working inside and the guest standing outsdide. We went to stand at the bar and get a few drinks. Due to the shape of the bar, you always faced the guests standing at the opposed side of the bar. The clientele consistet mostly of men in their late 40s and women in their late 30s to early 40s. There were some exceptions, us included. Standing at the bar, I could feel the eyes of about 5 different women on me. I looked around and met the eyes of a woman in her late 40s. She smiles warmly and raises her glass. I do the same and she gestures for me to come over. I just smile and shake my head. She looks disappointed, but so be it. I catch a woman of my age staring at me. She looks cute, but seems to have a horrible fashion sense. I was just thinking about going to talk to her when someone tucks at my shoulder. It was the woman who wanted me to come over before. She introduced herself with a heavy Russian accent as Z. and told me she was sorry, but she really wanted to get to know me. As she seemed to be friendly enough, and I am not an ass, I talked to her for about five minutes. She told me she had a hard time to understand and if we could not go somewhere quieter. Obviously, good female game. I obliged, as the woman my age seemed to have disappeared and there were no other prospects in sight. So I went with Z. to the smoking area and she was one of the friendliest persons I got to know in a while. She qualified herself nonstop to me, telling me about her sports and education and such. I could tell she regularly worked out as she was in very good shape for her age. She obviously was crazy about me and we were both surprised we are living in the same town. I really needed to pee, plus I wanted to not let behind my mate so I excused myself and asked for her number, more out of a joke really. She looked at me surprised and asked me if I knew what that meant. "What does it mean?" I asked her. "It means we want to have sex!" I told her that I always had a fantasy of fucking an older woman, but she should make no mistake about it, as I am not looking for a relationship. She told me she just wants to have fun as well but still can't believe a handsome young man like me would be willing to sleep with her. She gave me her number and I went back to my mate.

We danced a bit stupidly at the bar and drank more. Suddenly, I felt a cold shiver down my spine, just as if someone was blowing down my neck with ice cold breath. I casually looked around just to see one of the most beautiful women I ever saw in real life. I had no idea where she came from. I have my surroundings in view most of the time, but this girl sort of materialised out of nowhere. She was 6 ft tall and looked like a younger Megan Fox. She didn't look, she STARED into my eyes and I was under the impression I am standing in her way to the dancefloor. So I give her some space, take another sip of my drink and turn around again. She still stands there staring at me with a very cool, arrogant demeanour. I smile at her and say hi. She does not say anything, but changes her facial expression to an expectant: "Well? What have you got for me?". I knew then and there that she was just looking for a sucker to buy her a drink. So I exactly mimicked her expression as if to say "Well? What have YOU got for ME, love?" I could tell she was quite irritated by my response. She looked me up and down as if to judge my value by my clothing. Nothing to see here: Worn out brown leather shoes, jeans and a shirt. Her handbag cost probably more than my outfit. She keeps staring into my eyes and I stare back with an amused smirk. I think this little power game could have gone on, had not the guy in an expensive suit standing next to me put a hand on her shoulder and asked what she wanted to drink. She gave me a kind of triumphant look and went to talk to him. Regardless, I know I intruiged her, as she was positioning herself between suit-guy and me, occasionally touching my elbow with hers and throwing her long hair back in my direction whilst talking to him. As she was almost finished with her drink, some GF of hers came and took her away from suit-guy, who went after her but came back shortly afterwards with a beat expression on his face. Beta bucks, I guess.

After this incident, Z. came around and asked if I wanted to dance. I told her I didn't feel like it but could sense that it would make her night. So I pulled her on the dancefloor where we probably were the oddest couple. I looked around to see lots of hatred towards her in the eyes of the women surrounding us. Even her friends looked jealous. Probably because all were younger than her but older than me.

Later on, my mate and I left the club and went home by train. Just as we talked how weird it was that no game was required at all in such a setting, we heard some girls singing loudly in Italian. We looked up to see 4 girls. When they saw they got our attention they apologised and told us they would stop singing. We told them to go on and they asked us to sing along. We said: "Sorry, We don't know any Turkish songs", and the ring leader came to us just to tell us how offended they were by this remark. I told her we could not be asked to tell all those crazy languages apart to which she just stared in disbelief. Then she wanted me to sing along to some Italian songs which were popular in the 80s in Germany. I blurted the occasional "Azurro" and stuff over her songs and she was loving it. She asked the other girls over and told us they were her cousins who visited from Italy. The cousins were very cute 18-year olds, a great contrast to the club. "My cousins LOVE German men", she told me, and translated to them my response, which was something like "Yeah, we are pretty awesome." They told me I was too cocky, but I just kept going on how great I was. They asked me what I do for a living to which I responded "Jewelry Thief" (THis one is always a good laugh). She kept going on how I could bring her lots of Jewels and stuff once we are married to which I just replied that she is Number 245 on my list. "You are so arrogant!!.....Damn, SpaceInvader, you are hot!" The conversation ended apruptly as they almost missed their stop. The ring leader could just shout "Find my on facebook!" and they were gone. I never asked her name.

So, there you have it. My first field report. Hope you liked it!

drrtyfrrnr · 2013-11-04T09:48:57+00:00

This weeks field report is almost a mirror of last weeks, so similar was the pattern of rise and fall. Before the detail i'll start with the bit that people who know last weeks story are going to be screaming at me by the end:

Yes, you told me so. Yes, i failed to listen Yes, i thought i knew better No, i didnt.

You're right, i was wrong, you're big, im small, you're the best, im the worst.

Self flagellation complete, lets move on.

Thursday: Wasnt actually planning on going out at all, had no sets booked, was sitting eating noodles by 5pm when i get a call - "Would you like to make a lot of money for virtually no work?". So i find myself covering an venue because their DJ has let them down and of course its last minute rates (given that i literally had to break speed limits and have the worlds fastest shower just to get there in time) Its a place that in theory should be a step up from my usual haunt, but in practice its without a doubt the worst venue ive ever played due to piss poor footfall. I reckon i had 30 people in at the busiest time. I worried if it was my work, but when i left i found the town deserted so it wasnt me. Due to the layout of the place i expected no action whatsoever, booth was about 20ft above the dance floor, accessible only by a staircase and literally noone had come up all night, till i was 10 minutes from the end. Black girl, chunky but cute with HUGE knockers comes up and directly opens me. I mean this girl basically forced her number in my hand and said call me at least half a dozen times. I figured she'd want to date, and since A: I have an LTR, and B: She wasnt THAT hot, i'd take the number to humour her, give her mine, and let her know i have a GF later to drop her interest. Didnt happen. She asks where im going after this, i tell her to another club out of town cos my friend is doing his regular set there and this place is a tomb. She says her goodbyes etc and immediately starts texting me as soon as i arrive. Literally within a few texts its "Come meet me, i'm horny as fuck" i throw out a LOT of chaff to basically put her off, "Im out of town" "Its a long drive", "ive got a girlfriend". Her response being "I dont care about your girlfriend, once you've had black you never go back" Well i kind of had to after that. First time with a black girl and my word the stereotype about their oral skills was not lost on this girl. Anyway that was a slight win i guess.

Friday - Im doing my regular set, not a single IOI, approach invitation, or even sustained eye contact comes my way. Total failure.

Saturday - The day of reckoning So those familiar with my last field report will recall i got my frame blown half to pieces by one of my plates who made out with some guy directly in front of me due to, in her words, a misunderstanding of the nature of the non-exclusivity, casual sex rules between us. You lot all said i should drop her, i was reluctant but agreed to do so once another similar quality plate came available. This should have happened on Thursday but complications ensued with a prospect so by Friday she's still on the roster and since noone is biting ive agreed to have her after my set on Saturday. So in she comes to the bar for the last hour, we have our bit fun before im finished, and a bit in the private booth afterwards, we dont fuck at this stage because i want to do it right but her level of passion is just insane, she's like an animal. We get in the car and we're barely out of the car park before she's got my pants unzipped and she's trying to get to the center of my tootsie pop. Get her back to her place and she' literally pounces on me in the alley and wants it right there, so i oblige, we're in the middle of it and her phone rings. Its her ex. I can see from the reaction that this is a night killer, theres something there. Turns out this guy is her "One" but for the last 2 years he's basically just used her for sex when he fancies. She's an Alpha widow. Since she's clearly dropping me i say just answer the fucker, she does. Turns out his mother has died and he wants to "Talk"

I tell her that i know how this is going to play out, ive seen it a thousand times before and its predictable and dull. Do what the fuck you want, but be honest about it in the morning because im not getting involved in something this fucking messy.

After i go full beta and ask her first, twice, what happened, she gives me the story that he stayed the night but there was nothing going on, no kissing, no sex (Yeah, right) but immediately starts easing me out saying she doesnt want to hurt me and she keeps on doing it accidently etc, thinks she needs some time to cool off.

Basically she wants to keep me at arms length so she can fuck this guy till he gets bored of her again. I told her where to go. But not before i'd spent 15 hours at this point tearing myself up about what they were doing together. I let myself get attached to this one, i liked her. A lot, way more than i should. I told her to delete my number, and i'd delete hers. Im really disappointed that my iPhone has a glitch where deleting contacts still leaves them in the phone if you search for them. The entry disappears but you can always call them. I dont want that temptation, i fear i may try to drift back there which would be pathetic. I did delete it though, but i kept the nudes she has sent me in a passworded app on the phone. I dont want her coming to my venue again, and i may need them as leverage.

It gets worse of course, when you consider the state of play on Saturday night before i took her home. I had strong IOI from a solid 7 cute blonde with that cute teen look, so much so that on of her beta orbiters felt the need to come over and warn me off because he "Knew what i was after" my response being "Yeah, and whats it to you, this girl is never going to fuck you if you were the last man alive because you're her gal pal, now fuck off out of my way before i break your glasses". And then came the motherload. Hayley comes in.

Hayley and i have a small amount of history, in the sense that she used to be a regular but hasnt been in for a long while and we've always had a strong raport that sadly has never gone sexual. This girl is physically flawless, i mean every inch of her is my type, there is debate whether a 10 exists but this girl is 9.99999~ at least for my preferences. In she comes sporting the most unambitious halloween costume ever (A tiny little purple witches hat which for the record she actually makes look hot) and over she comes "Hey long time no see, give me a hug you!", so i do. Asks how im getting on etc, i return the question, she starts with a story. Turns out she's been seeing this guy a few dates and she thought he was "Worth keeping waiting a little, because she really likes him". So she did, and she'd invited him down tonight, the 3rd date and decided to herself that it was on, tonight. So as she describes it "Ive been on a promise all week, and now he's stood me up so im left in the lurch"

Never was there going to be a better opportunity for me, she was clearly horny, and she's telling me about it directly without prompting. Just a small amount of game could have switched this around and had me achieving way above my means, i mean this girl is model material. But by this stage my plate is in the building, and i figure 1 in the hand is worth a 10 in the bush. So i let it go. I tried to do it salvaging as much from it as possible, i doubt it will be enough but at least i planted a thought in her head. My response was "Yeah, and you're doubly boned because ive already pulled tonight so you're getting fuck all from me either". Her response "Oh for fucks sake, twice in one night ive been kicked out of bed. I'm going to develop a complex at this rate"

Cant see it, but maybe if i see her again ive at least given myself a slight leg up in that she knows i'm interested, and knows im not short of female attention

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redpillhead · 2013-11-04T13:38:48+00:00

Hollywood nice field report. I am in Japan as well but in a small town. Whenever I go to big cities like Nagoya, or Osaka I can do work. But I have only moderate success in my small town. I gotta step up my Japanese game now that I am single again. Any pointers for a fellow gaijin out here in the land of the rising sun?

alt30313 · 2013-11-04T16:32:57+00:00

The other discussion tab confused me for a second. It seems the blue pill found the line in bold below offensive, I found it hilarious. Good report.

I escape and see a sexy nurse, she's your average HB6 and wants to make out, I say fuck it and kiss her for a bit then some European dude dragged her away from me. Congratulations on your second prize trophy sir.

jolly--roger · 2013-11-04T16:39:27+00:00

It is quite possible I found/began dating/whatever an RP woman. No sense of entitlement, very feminine, very good relationship with her father (who, from what she said, sounds pretty RP himself), etc etc. A few red flags, yes, I'll see.

If the future proves this, I'll write a separate FR.

reedrichardsstretch · 2013-11-05T04:08:01+00:00

Man Hollywood, I read field reports like yours and get depressed. I know it's not productive or "normal" but I find it hard to ever envision myself getting to your level. I have a friend in Seoul and every weekend it seems he's got a story that just tops the last one.

Did you ever go through a period like that, where the success stories just made you more depressed rather than inspiring you?

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felixphi · 2013-11-04T18:30:33+00:00

I'll preface by saying this is a FR riddled with mistakes where I had a sure thing and ended in losing a lover.

I thought it'd be a good idea to have an old flame drive into town from 3 hours away for an event on Saturday night. Had her drive in Friday evening to spend the whole weekend. She even skipped a Halloween party with her friends for this.

This old flame is from my college days, we fucked often due to having loose schedules and yet little to no chemistry. I basically just showed up and acted chill most of those times, rarely even drank. I would even just follow her lead and it would lead to fucking. Really surprised how that one turned out as its against my best current knowledge. Not all women are the same, or what?

Fast forward to present day. I set the idea of plans weeks in advance, she is iffy. Week arrives and my (solid) text game gets here intrigued. She starts texting me throughout the week actually excited to see me. She drives up Friday, I literally had just gotten off Work>Gym>Home and she shows up. I'm tired. I down a redbull. We have no food and I'm actually hungry so we hit up the supermarket and get some food. I thought I conducted myself well here, usual teasing, lighthearted play and leaving to go get my shit instead of following her in a buggy.

We get to my kitchen and cook up a fierce meal, exactly what we used to do in college days. Crack some beers, and just talk. This is where I can feel myself slipping into my old beta ways. I just listen to her stories, I find them fucking dumb, but this is definitely not on my terms. I make sure to not talk about work with chicks but she wouldn't shut the fuck up about her (similar) office job. I found myself relating but bored. Sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer, tired, what should I have done? Well, it gets worse.

We snack so hard that we are barely hungry when the main course is finished. I bring up that I just bought some crazy pot (which I did) and that I'd like to smoke it so I'm munching (great idea solo, with friends, maybe girlfriend). We are now way too fucking baked. Don't do this guys, it makes it weird, especially before fucking.

Now we are stuffed, tipsy, tired and stoned. I'm just sitting in my house with her, which doesn't even have cable (I need stock movies to put in my XBOX for when girls come over, any recommendations?) and we're listening to relaxing tracks. Again, great Friday night in for myself solo but terrible planning. I just become bored, the ship sailed on kino (or I'm just too stoned to figure it out) although I touched her a lot when she showed up and in the grocery store.

Now I'm just lazy, kinda just want to go to bed and am consciously aware that I should have made a move but didn't, obviously still could she drove 3 hours to come hang, but she's just talking non fucking stop. I believe at this point I had reverted to my old beta ways with her around as a trigger and I was just following her conversational lead, effectively cockblocking myself.

Here's where it gets bad. I'm tired, she's tired, zero chemistry. She starts indicating bed time and sprawls out on the couch. I call her out hard, "You're going to sleep here?" She says "yea." I just look at her like "uhh. alright." Her "I mean I could sleep in the bed. I guess. Itss not that bad" or something similar. For some reason I found this insulting, as if she didn't want to just lay in a bed with me. Now this is the biggest mistake of all. She even indicated sleeping in my bed, it was her idea. I could easily have gotten her into my bed but I just took it as an insult and said alright. Fuck it. Went to bed and left her on the couch. She asked about a blanket and I didn't even want to give her one so she could wallow in her decision. Holy shit.

I didn't give her a blanket, it got freezing over the night. She just kinda laid on the couch. I woke up in the morning, feeling good. She was extremely distant all morning, I knew something was up but I just ignored it. Eventually she non-chalantly packed her bag and was like "I think I'm gonna go..." (we had plans that night). I called her out, we got to talking. She was fucking peeved that I didn't go find her ass a blanket. Said some BS about how I just assumed we would pick up where we left off, blah blah. Now obviously she did too, but it was because I hadn't made a move that night which sprawled everything into weird zone.

She left (however mentioned she had a contingency plan from the start), indicating that if I can't simply get her a blanket and make sure everything is alright, how am I supposed to "take care of her at the event, I will just be a burden" which I was kind of glad because she was anxious and lacked communication skills and would be a fucking burden at the event, which was a rager with my bros (hindsight I just invited her as arm candy and she would have been a massive cockblock).

All in all, I screwed up an absolute lock-down lay in abysmal pussy beta fashion, but it was for the better how things turned out. I needed this wake up call for sure and a reminder to my game. I now think bad nights like this can be just as beneficial as really good nights in the field.

Some take-aways: Don't invite a chick over for an extended period of time holy shit. If you are going to an event, meet up 2 hours MAX before it and go. More time = more mistakes and just boredom.

Don't smoke weed with girls unless after sex. It makes it difficult to make a move as you're extremely in your head.

When hanging out with old flames be mindful of falling back into your old ways and prepare for it.

Plan your time out all the way to the end with a girl.

Don't try to GF activity a potential lay, you're wasting your OWN time.

Douche it down a notch. This could have been salvaged if I didn't douche hard. Sort out Alpha behavior from Douchey behavior.

Food is the death of sexual tension.

whiskey_bearfist · 2013-11-04T20:59:44+00:00

haha enjoyed the FR. but...

I had a bottle of Blue Label with me and shared some with her but I made her go get me some coke to mix it with first.

what are you some kind of pagan beast? look, i know its a blend, but its a 25 year scotch. its too smooth to sully with coke! unless you are talking about blow. then we're talking a classic white guy combo. scotch and blow.

i guess if you can afford a place in tokyo that can host a 200 person party then you can probably bathe in cristal, but for us meatgrinders in the peanut gallery, that shit is a rare breath of divine wind.

haha. god i love my whiskey.

my weekend was lackluster. 2 different women were rubbing on my crotch. both married, both into kinky sex shit. but both much older and i wasnt feeling it. this is the third time this month i have been propositioned by married women who are into swinging/cuckolding.

found a hippy girl who wants to get down... follow up on that soon. rest of the people were lesbo or gay. i dont even know how i manage to find all teh alternative sexual people... im in one of the most conservative states.

P0eticJustice · 2013-11-05T00:20:51+00:00

Great FR, it's great for us newbies when you put the little details in like the McDonalds line!

gstvtrp · 2013-11-05T04:09:14+00:00

I had a bottle of Blue Label with me and shared some with her but I made her go get me some coke to mix it with first.

wat

Title	MONDAY FIELD REPORTS (Post-Halloween Edition)
Author	HollywoodHogwood
Upvotes	19
Comments	48
Date	November 4, 2013 8:38 AM UTC (12 years ago)
Subreddit	Posted in /r/TheRedPill
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