Alright dudes, yesterday was a GOOD fucking day. It was pretty crazy, both from a sarging perspective and from just the occurrences from that day.

Began sarging girls who spoke (somewhat) fluent English for the first time in months. The first approach or two sucked, but I progressed after every single approach. After about 2 or 3 sets their was absolutely ZERO AA. By my tenth set I was consistently opening and getting # closes. The unfortunate part was I was rolling with 3 AFC’s, (and 1 natural- my wingman), they began bitching that I was holding up the group because LITERALLY every single girl that walked by, I would open her with an opinion opener. They didn’t seem to get it, like what I was doing, was totally beyond their scope of reality. Once I hit that threshold of operating on that skill level, they began seriously being negative… alls they wanted to do was hang around a bar and drink and they started messing up my sets.

So, we went to a bar to hangout so the AFCs can have their time; me and my wingman went outside. My wingman is Spaniard, but from Mexico/California… he always jokes about being an illegal immigrant and shit because he got hassled about it as a kid. So he starts talking to a guy on a corner in Spanish, and I leave for a couple minutes to go into a sex shop we were right outside to sarge the girl inside, and maybe get some pheromone cologne for my cologne opener. I came outside two or three minutes later and my wingman and the guy are GONE. My wing was drunk, and he had a problem with drugs in the pasts, so I start worrying that something really bad had happened to him. We were in the inner city, and like every corner there were dudes trying to sell hash and coke. So I look in every directly and he is NOWHERE. Some drug dealer said my friend walked ‘that way’ (A dark alley).

I go back into the bar and tell my AFC buddies, they rage. We go out scouring the city for my friend… this is a bad part of town and my friend is nowhere to be found. We looked around frantically for probably atleast an hour. We search all the alleys and stores. We go back to the bar after an hour and there he is! And he appears to be fine, I have never been so relieved in my life. I ask him what happened and apparently the police picked him up when I was inside because they thought he was in illegal Mexican (keep in mind, were in Spain and HES SPAINIARD!). He showed them his ID when they were already driving him to immigration services and they just kicked him out of the car and made him walk like a mile back to the bar. Yeah, it was intense. I plan on embedding some DHV spikes in this and making this into a gambit I use in set.

On another note… I never realized just how potent opinion openers REALLY are. Seriously, its like hot knife through butter. Even if a chick hates your guts on first site, if you ask her question about what cologne is better or whether your little sister should get a tattoo or not they like HAVE to answer. It’ll blow your mind if you never did it before.