This is my proudest moment in my journey through pickup thus far. Some of the accomplishments I will be revealing to you throughout this Saturday night karaoke journey include gaining the trust of my targets friends, bringing a girl back to your parents place, and conquering last minute resistance.

The night started out pretty relaxed. Just a couple friends and I pre-drinking before going out to this new local pub/club in our small farm-town neighbourhood. We got to the bar and were stuck in this ridiculous forty-five minute line that we wanted no business with, so I suggested we hit up another bar within walking distance for some cheap pitchers and karaoke fun.

Long story short, I met a HB:8 by recognizing the song book at my targets table (mix set six girls three guys) as an opener, hoaxing them into doing a backstreet boys / spice girls battle (I unfortunately had to sing throughout 'I want it that way') and positioning myself at the table after our song was done to work on gaining the trust of the group before isolating my babe. When the bar was closing I went up to my girls friend that had taken a couple washroom trips together and I gave her my number saying that me and her friend were going to walk home together since we both lived within five minutes of each other. I simply said if she needed to get a hold of her friend she could call either her or me. I usually do this only if I know the friend has already accepted me and I've gained her trust. She appreciated my concern and off we were to my place, or I should say, my parents place.

Now, with some of the people in the pickup community, bring a girl back to your parents place can be very tough. I have only two pieces of drywall separating my room from my parents room but I do it all the time. If you treat your parents like adults, they will treat you like one too. As long as you don't bring a girl back to your parents place every single weekend, they shouldn't be pissed if they respect you.

We get into my house and go up to my room. She uses the washroom and I grab my camera placing it on the spare chair, lay my guitar on my bed, and turn on some music on the TV. I do the usual routine of showing her some awesome pictures of me, which worked out really great for I was at a family lunch and had a bunch of shots with kids dog piling the crap out of me. I usually try to fit the guitar in there somehow, but she moved it off my bed and we just sat there looking at pictures cuddling. After scrolling through the album, I turned the camera to us and clicked a shot. It was a bad picture and she wanted it deleted right away. I agreed only if we would take a good picture of us together. We snapped the shot, looked at it and I made some cheesy comment about how we looked so cute together. Right then our eyes met and I did what I've been trained to do, go in for the kiss. Case closed right? Wrong, after making out for about ten minutes and getting her shirt off, she started turning away and shutting down. Every time I tried to make a pass at taking off her belt she would grab my hand and move it back to her tits, which was nice, but I was committed at this point and was not going to wake up with blue balls. Acknowledging that her taking her pants off was a block for her, I came up with a good idea on the spot, and gentlemen, USE IT. I just got up and ask her if she wanted to put on a pair of my extra pajamas that I had, because there is no way she was going to sleep in my bed with jeans on. This worked perfectly. I put on an old pair that were obviously way to small for me, and gave her my Hard Rock Cafe pair. Not only did this get her pants off, she was changing right in front of me with no hesitation at all. Once we cuddled back up again, everything went off like a chain reaction. We started making out. Her bra came off instantly. I proceeded to rub her inner thigh, moving my way up to the 'sweet spot' and once there for a few minutes, I didn't even have to take her pants off, she did it for me. The rest is history.

TLDR: Met HB8 at karaoke. Battled with the males in her group vs. the females in her group Backstreet Boys vs. Spice Girls on the stage. Won over the group, took the girl home. Last minute resistance she wouldn't let me go beyond her belt. I suggested changing into pajamas because I wasn't going to let her sleep in my bed with jeans. She strips in front of me, gets back into bed, and got the f-close. Don't be shy to bring a girl back to your parents place. Treat them with respect, and they will do likewise.