Well to start off... this mini-fr isn't so much about me as it is about the value of knowing even the simplest pieces of the game we call pick up.

I'm 22, in college and I felt like sarging last night. This semester could have been much more fun if I was able to go out more often. My school is not a party school by any means and I usually can only go out when some of my friends want to. This just so happens to be the weekend my friend, lets call him "Neil" wanted to go bar/club hop with me. So anyway...

We get out to the Greene Turtle in Towson after a few dud places in Baltimore. After a drink I scout out the bar in tunnel vision. 11 pm and there was 2 hb8s in the whole bar, but there were girls in the bar everywhere and I needed to meet someone. Kinda disappointed but accepted the challenge. I looked over to my friends and they're bored and in that moment I saw myself. Before hearing about rsd, before reading the Game and before I knew of Mystery. I saw the me that planned to oneitis a girl before I even uttered hello. I saw the obstacle I once couldn't tackle of meeting women, flirting (successfully) and eventually getting a number/kiss/sex. I didn't want to see the old me ever again whether its in myself or a friend.

So I say to my friends Neil and "Stills" , "lets meet some girls, Neil you're talking a girl right now!" Neil is a smart, funny, asshole... when girls aren't around. Hes less than fun when hes around new people(girls in clubs and bars). I then looked down looked for a single word written anywhere. "KENO!!!" "You're new f-ing name is Keno." "Keno I have a challenge for you. Ask a group of girls a question. Thats it. I'm your wingman no worries." He laughed it off and didn't take me seriously. 15min later we had more to drink stills and i helped this group of girls do a scavenger hunt... then back to Neil. "Neil you're not going to do it give up." hes "Why?" I tell him " Keno the more you wait and think the less likely you are to" I then dropped the subject stopped talking to him turned the other way. Then I hear "No! I'll do it!" As I hide my smile I turn around and say "No you don't have to". Then within the next 30 seconds he opens a set with my favorite question. "How does a guy get out of the friendzone?" I winged in "Did he ask you guys "..." weve been talking about it all day." blah blah blah went well. They were 2 hb 6.5/7s. We consented we didnt need their numbers and left.

Neil then became slightly more awesome and we talked to a few more sets there with Still too. After that first set we took turns opening and playing wing. Same question each time. I used "Why don't girls fuck guys in the friendzone though?" I had to test it out. Tested and creates a fun conversation.

My friends abused the question I gave them and had a lot more fun then they planned to have last night talked to about 5 sets, all good unfortunately no hb8s or 9s. I felt accomplished "teaching" them how to open girls they don't know. I don't know how many people have friends that are kinda too themselves at social places but making a game out of pick up is very fun for everyone (unless they're creepy. no one likes creepy) Every time I'm out with Neil I'm gonna keep pushing him and hope for some more results.

Going out tonight as well. Different friends but most likely will have a fr.

Tl;dr taught some friends how to open. for those who doubt pick up: not everything you read will always work 100% of the time but this stuff works.

"Take what works discard the rest"