A few days earlier I watched 'JulienHimself's videoblog review of the book the art of war: overcoming resistance which details about having illness's and drama like PUA problems and mental health as a crutch - victim mentality. It was really great. Anyway, it got my inner game focussed for tihs thing.

Anyway, here’s my field report. I think my broad issue was buildng too much comfort and not enough attraction.

Warmed up by talking with a group of chicks outside the venue before my tablemates had arrived. Got me in a social mood and gave me social proof when the tablemates arrived.

I met a chick studying Law at a nearby uni that did some study at the London School of Economics. Says she likes intellectual guys. I said crazy stuff about being Chinese which she kinda believed after insisting (I’m brown, so it’s funny) and she asked if I was xyz subrace and please don’t be south >race< which I am. I joked I was the subrace she wanted and thought she would think it was funny but ended up thinking I was trying to trick here when I came clean. I think her name was ‘Akshi’ or something. She wouldn’t give me her number but asked for my facebook, saying I don’t just give my number out, and said I’m not her type and she doesn’t do hookups. I hadn’t even suggested one so I could have gone with the ‘who said anything about hooking up or going out’ type shit test response but instead I just ran some game asking her friend to outlandishly wingirl me. But, I suspect I came across like a dancing monkey. Eventually she wanted to go to a photobooth and she said come to her table (table 6 one of her friends said) but I didn’t know where it is and said I would go cause I don’t want to wait unless they point me the way but they didn’t so I just went back to my table.

There was another chick I wasn’t into whose name was Chelvi or something and I kept joking her name was Chelsea and people kept saying it’s got a V in it so I went; ‘chelsea v!’, ‘liverpool!’, ‘arsenal!’. But my main prize was her friend who I gamed at the talbe by asking what her swag and story was, then later askng her to dance when another girl went with me to dance, but she didn’t come. Later i saw her near the floor and took her hand and we danced and so many chicks were checking me out and her friends all gave me room to do my thing. I had so much fun and we talked lots. I gave her several side of head/hair kisses (would have done cheeks) but didn’t want to bend, to test the waters and she was so astonished by them so I backed down. The rest of the banter I will skip cause I’m tipping my hat to those things in my personal message to her (like, all the injokes I remember! Maybe it’s overkill?) in the same facebook message I’ll ask her out and for her number.

Ok whatever, on second thought my planned message to the girl I really hit it off with is a bit way too much injoking. Here’s what I planned to send:

Dear trap princess habibi,

I was an honour to make your gangsta pale [subrace] acquaintance last night. Though I have been so privilege to feel just a smidge of your swag, your story continues to elude me. As I was starting a new job this morning, I had to leave early. I was thoroughly converted from my gay island dreaming days by your swag last night and I divorced my arranged marriage wife (that white girl you thought I was a couple with) for u by text last night so to celebrate, I’d like to invite you hang out again some night. what’s your numbr and do you prefer fb, text or phone? So, I can’t be your gay best friend but I can be the new badass guy you’re going out with.

P.s. dat license plate, that your ride, all the way from [her poor suburb]?

With the ‘Divs’ gangsta girl, instead of fleeing when things got packed with her, I could have danced close embrace when things got packed

With the ‘not her type’ girl, Could have used the who said anything about hooking up shit tests response for not my type girl