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Well here’s our first official post-carnage report on our blog. This week’s locale was non other than Old Town Scottsdale here in the lovely Sonoran Desert landscape of Arizona. I, the one and only T’challa Uchiha, Lewis Morningstar, and our friend/ wing Avery Hayden decided to rampage and see if we could get some good infield footage for our weekly vids. Having been fueled up from a Thursday night outing to ASU’s Mill Ave to do some solo game, I was feeling pretty hyped for Friday night. We hid up a nearby Irish Pub to throw a drink down, and walk over to Riot House. Almost immediately, all three of us are opening sets left and right. The most important thing we got out of each interaction, both good and bad, was to remain in a fun vibe and and laugh about something in the interaction. You could laugh at anything to keep your state. Maybe your opener was a bit weak, maybe the girl was awkward, maybe a drunk guy clumsily AMOG’d. Whatever it is, laugh it off, because most people won’t do some thing like do approaches all night.

Eventually, Lewis and I went over to Bottled Blonde and ran a few sets there, with each one increasing our state. We even managed to AMOG a few guys who were talking to 2 smoking girls, one blonde and the other brunette, who were trying to flex some non-existant arms. Seeing me point them out, they both challenge Lewis and I to arm-wrestling competitions at the bar. Too bad they ended up just wanting drinks from any guy who walked up to them hahaha. All in all, Friday night was pretty beastly.

Saturday night carried on with the same energy, albeit much more frantic on my part, as the drive over to Old Town was punctuated by a crazy driver turning into my intersection as I was passing the threshold (goddamn Phoenix drivers lol). What that meant was that I was walking into Riot House with an adrenaline rush, nevermind the nootropics stack I already had flowing through my veins. Using the excess energy I had, I started opening chicks left and right. I figured since I just had a near death experience, doing approaches would be a cinch. The theme of the night was being as sexual as possible, and much to my surprise, it actually paid off much more than being indirect. For starters, the girls were piqued so emotionally, that the sexual openers basically short-circuits their brain. Plus it separates you from the other chodes in the club when you accompany the opener with strong, unwavering eye contact.

Frankly, you can open with just about anything, so long as you come off with strong masculine energy. That means a projected voice that doesn’t stammer, eye contact that doesn’t waver, and closing the distance with the girl you are going after. I’m starting to find that giving off sexual energy in a authentic and calibrated way during night game is a pretty good way to screen girls who are DTF, or just get girls to loosen up if just want to chat them up a bit, as they feel less scrutinized. As seen in the clip above, Lewis ends up getting an insta-makeout from a girl in line for Bottled Blonde after just a few seconds of talking to her. Most guys would get caught up with logical thought, and that vibe would get transmitted to the girl, making her weird and exit her fun, emotional state of mind and into a logical one. The reason why it worked out here is that Lewis kept things very light, sexual, and fun. The girl wants to have fun, so why would you deny her that? Notice how free she is from judgement from both Lewis and her male friend stading just feet away. That’s how night game should be done. And if you want to get super raunchy, you can be like and open with “I’m going to be frank, but I would fuck you on this dance floor right now”, while you give strong eye contact and a smirk. Queue insta-makeout ;)