Edit: This shit be long, yo. But hopefully it's interesting.

Why hello there, Seddit, I didn't see you come in.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I've been noticing a trend here on Seddit: lots of FRs, most of them not applicable at all to the "Average Frustrated Chump" who comes to this place for guidance in the first place. Either they're playing at some "above the rim" level (sorry, I'm typing this as I watch March Madness, may be other basketball metaphors, you've been warned) like the gentleman who gets a woman to consent to dirty deeds within half an hour, or they're set in college, where quite frankly you need game not to get laid regularly.

So I feel this place needs another flavor to help folks like myself get a little more value out of the awkwardly large amount of time we peruse this sub. Quite simply, I think we need content that has realistic context with emphasis on effective technique in broad terms.

Can you guess I work in management?

At any rate, enter me. I'm just an average guy. I'd rate myself a 7.5 out of 10 on the looks scale, 5'10", in pretty good shape although I'm still trying to shred for that "plastic wrap ab" look, living at home with my divorcee Mother, and by no means a "natural" at social interaction. I used to be dominated by Approach Anxiety, and still can fall into that trap by getting in my head a little too often.

In other words, I am by no means an expert at this and am definitely still in the "growing" phase of my abilities at social interaction with women. However, I am aggressively pursuing this improvement because I realize that it's part of what makes me happy: having a pretty woman in my life. Yeah, that's pretty dependent, but one thing Seduction has taught me is you just need to be honest with yourself. If you want hot, promiscuous women, then admit it to yourself, that's fine. And if you don't, don't, and that's fine too.

My story honestly begins the night before.

I met up with a few friends the night before at a local watering hole in West Hollywood. We showed up early to watch some amateur comedy and it eventually turns into a pretty hopping dance-floor with the kind of women men move to California to see. I put myself in a pretty good state on arrival by flirting with a waitress I recognized about my drink order and using that to pivot into a two set that were sitting at the bar.

Point #1.

For those of us who struggle with Approach Anxiety, talking to women while you're ordering a drink is "low hanging fruit." In other words, it's easy, it feels natural, because you're just killing time while either waiting for the bartender's attention or while your drink is being made.

*Opener: I saw that the girls were taking sips of each other's drinks, so I interjected "and that's how you get cooties."*

One of the biggest stumbling blocks I had with my Approach Anxiety was that I always thought I had to have "the perfect opener." I can't over-emphasize how much of a bad idea that is. It made me get into my head, roleplaying and evaluating likely outcomes, until I would just psyche myself out. And then, if I did get that opening, it would feel so canned and robotic. Moreover, that canned and planned opener completely eliminates the creative element of spontanaiety.

So I've started to approach the opener with a new philosophy, that of the blank slate. In other words, I deliberately clear my head of any other thoughts and just go with whatever comes to mind.

I highly recommend this if folks are struggling with AA. It changed my mind.

After a little banter, I ejected, telling the pair I'd keep an eye out for them on the dancefloor and went back to my friends. My friends were ready t roll. The second the comedy was over, my shy and retiring friend, we'll call him The Russian, closed the phone number of the cute female comedian. And after that, he was off to the races. Now, honestly, this can throw me off, because it's a complete reversal of the roles we had when we initially became wings. In the beginning, it was me that was the one who typically opened and kissed girls, while feeding him their friends. However, I stagnated and he elevated in regards to the Game, so now seeing him have success can cause me jealous. I know, it's not healthy, but this is about honesty, so there it is.

The night continued, and we were back at the bar as the dance floor was starting to fill up. There was a 4 set, 3 girls, 1 guy, who were talking very near us, and I overheard "fuck everything in sight." Ears perked up.

So I just interjected myself into their conversation by saying "I'm sorry, you seem to be having the most interesting conversation and I need to know what you're talking about."

The 3 girls pivoted from the guy onto me, until the cute one, about HB8, we'll call her Shakira since she had crazy hair akin to the Brazillian singer of the same name, had left the guy to focus on me directly, shouldering her less attractive friends out of the way to talk to me. Now, I'm definitely not a smart man, but I could tell she was feeling me at this moment. The issue is she was only 21, arty, quite inebriated, and was absolutely scatter-brained throughout the evening.

It's worth noting that the guy that was with the 3 played this evening perfectly. He didn't try to AMOG me when I stepped into the set, but became extremely friendly, and he and Shakira played a "brother" state. In fact, I was under the impression he was gay, and maybe he was, but he'll come back into the story later.

The night continues. I did a little dancing, both with the pair from the bar, as well as the flighty 21 year old, while transitioning to outside where the third friend spent most of the night. The third friend, we'll call him Boston, is a natural at the Game. I don't know if he's ever studied, but he pulls. Every time. It's not that he's particularly good looking, but he's so confident, and he literally does not stop. Again, on the honesty theme, his skill intimidates me when I'm out with him.

An example: At one point in the evening, I'm joining him outside for some fresh air. A pretty girl comes up to us, asking for a light, and then starts to immediately comment on my shirt. However, she is with a guy, so I make the assumption she's with this dapper dressed guy.

NEVER ASSUME.

I flirt a little good naturedly, then excuse myself to go get another drink. I come back out fifteen minutes later, and Boston is putting away his phone as she walks away saying "I texted you an emoticon with a top hat."

Let me repeat that, just for the sake of attention: The girl approached me, I thought she was with the guy with her, I walked away, and my friend got her number.

At any rate, I go back into the dance floor, looking for Shakira, and I see her. Dancing with her "brother" in a way that siblings traditionally do not dance. One thing leads to another, and suddenly there they are, sharing a stick of bubblegum on the dance floor. This is when I got thrown out of state. it' also something that I really need to learn to overcome. What typically happens is I then get fixated on the girl that I have "lost," and it stops me from approaching other girls throughout the night. It's definitely a stumbling block that I need to hurdle.

Moving forward, I do a little more dancing with the 2 set, and it gets pretty hot and heavy, and find my way back to Shakira later on in the evening. She shows lots of interest, but by this point, I'm still bitter at seeing her making out with her "brother," and I'm coming across needy. Other gentlemen are trying to make moves on her, so I introduce myself to them, they back off, and she tells me I'm "sweet."

Me: "No guy ever wants to be called 'sweet.'"

Shakira: "I know, it's kind of like something you say in the 'friend zone.'"

So I pull her into me at that point, escalate the kino, we're face to face, inches apart, she puts her leg up on mine and ... I froze. We'll come back to that.

She asks if I want to go outside, I do. But as we're heading out, I see "the brother" and lose my nerve. I walk back to the dance floor, I find the 2 set again, dance a little more with one of them, it gets hotter and heavier, until eventually I eject and go to get some air.

I come outside, expecting to see Shakira who has reconnected with her brother, and instead I see her talking to Boston. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I go say hi to him instead of her, and she immediately drapes herself over me.

Shakira: "This is my bodyguard."

She tries to play with my chest, I keep ignoring her, despite the fact she is now literally hanging on me, and she tells me she has to leave because her friends are going.

So I let her.

Boston looks at me, I shrug.

And there you have it: this is where the night left me. There were two girls who seemed pretty attracted to me, but I didn't have anything to show for it: no phone numbers, no kisses, no future. Boston walked away with three phone numbers, the Russian walked away with one, in addition to being approached by a girl who he'd met before. And I had managed to sabotage myself into nothing.

As a result, you can guess I was a little let down with myself.

This is something that I've been really struggling with of late: closing, one way or the other. I can approach like a champ, I can build the attraction, but for one reason or another, I struggle at pulling the trigger.

And to make matters worse, once I do fail, I obsess over that failure. It consumes me. In this case, I had trouble sleeping on Friday night, and spent most of Saturday exhausted in that half-state between awake and asleep.

However, instead of being defeated, I became determined to change this pattern. I decided I would go out last night, and scoured my contact list for a wing. Unfortunately, all of my friends were unresponsive or, as fate would have it, on dates with women. This only fueled my fire.

I'll even admit, that in this moment of weakness, I decided to google "Why can't I close women?" Yes, I was that desperate.

And that is when I found this piece of advice: "don't go out there looking to kiss women, just look to get their phone number." See, there's a million different gurus offering a million different pieces of advice, and they all are pieces to the puzzle. Some different pieces of advice will resonate with you, some won't. For some reason, this did. It just made sense. I'd become so disillusioned with getting numbers from women only to see them produce nothing, that I was trying to jump to the next gradient. But the problem was that I'd never mastered that first step. So that article reminded me that it was time to get back to the basics.

Consequently, I walked out to my local watering hole solo. I say "walked," because, unfortunately, I have a DUI on my record. And I am determined not to be a recidivist, because it would absolutely wreck my burgeoning career. So there I was, walking the half mile or so to the closest bar in my small town, determined to redeem myself.

It wasn't too crowded when I arrived, so I took a seat at the bar, since if I'm alone, I always like to sit at the bar. As I said earlier, it organically creates conversation: both with the bartender, as well as your fellow patrons. I took a seat next to a couple, and after a local bumped into me ordering a drink, ended up opening him into a conversation. We talked politics, which was amusing given he was a libertarian conservative, but it didn't become argumentative. I noticed at this point, that the woman in the couple started to become interested in me. However, I assumed that the two were together.

Which brings us back to one of my earlier points: NEVER ASSUME. Oh well, I'll learn one of these days.

At any rate, after the conversation subsides, I notice another girl sitting alone by herself at the corner of the bar. After about five minutes of inner monologue that concluded with "stop being a pussy and just do it," I approached her.

Me: "Hey, do you mind if I join you? I saw you were alone at the bar, I'm alone at the bar, and was wondering if you wouldn't mind some company."

She obliged, and we talked. It turned out we had quite a few things in common, and hit it off. I turned the conversation to the fact that this local bar does a pretty good round of trivia on Wednesday nights, and mentioned that she should come some time.

Last night was far more tame than Friday, as it really just consisted of me and the local getting to know each other, but, and this is the whole point of this Field Report, as I got ready to leave, I thought to myself "you know what, this is the whole reason you came out here, things are going pretty well, you just gotta suck it up and do it. If she says no, too bad, just pull the trigger."

And so I did. As I left, I told her to give me her number, because I was going to call her to tell her to come to trivia. She told me I definitely should, I shot her a text so she would recognize my number and I went on my way.

I know, it's not a threesome, it's not a k-close, it's not an f-close, but to me this was a victory.

This is the moral of this story: when you get knocked down, get back up again like a fucking Chubawumba song. I feel vindicated and accomplished now because even if nothing comes from this, even if I never see this girl again, even if she never responds to my initial call or text, that just doesn't matter. I've proven to myself that I can do this. That I can close just like any other guy on the prowl.

For just one night, I've pushed myself past my limiting mentality. For just one night, i didn't sabotage myself. And if I can do it one night, I can do it again. And again. Until I finally seduce the kind of women I want to seduce and live the kind of life I want to live.

And that, my friends, is what this is all about.

I apologize that this was such a read, brevity was always something I struggled with as a writer. Hopefully it's of use to some of you.

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