Well what can I say... I finally did it, I finally had my first dig at nightgame, and what a brutal, yet invaluable learning experience it is. Most inexperienced guys at game would contemplated embittered thoughts and self-depravity at the end of such a night, but I'm grateful for what I have gained in reference experiences in tonight's outing. I'm not one who likes to spend time reading huge essay-esque chunks of text on a text post, but your feedback and comments would be sincerely appreciated from you fellow seddittors

Rocked up at 10pm to student bar with hardly anyone there. See a couple of 18 year old girls in line as I enter bar, start chatting them up - opened with a line inquiring whether one of the chicks was a model (she had an uncanny resemblance to a chick who is girlfriend of my friend's who happens to be a model). Talk about their end of year exam and how one of them is out look for a boyfriend for her friend. The bar was a multistory level and we kept alternating between basement and second floor. I led them onto the second floor at first and then the basement, which had a couch and I arranged them to sit with me in the middle. It came to the point where they told me I was boring and they didn't wish to talk anymore. There was an awkward persona about both them - it seemed to me they weren't absorbing themselves into the environment, despite the limited number of people already in the club and I could therefore sense a lot of tension and shyness in them. I'm not sure whether any of you game or have gamed 18 year olds, but I'm interested to know whether you have encountered such traits, especially in a club environment. They hit the nail in the coffin for me when they resisted my physical escalation (I attempted to place my arm around both of them - both when walking and on the couch). Being fairly low pressure in the early opening hours of the club, I was trying to implement as much natural game as possible and I attempted to maintain a calm and relaxed persona at ease with myself.

I spent the rest of my time scuttling between bars and checking out the premises. I attempted to game girls on the street several times and it was undoubtedly a bitch trying to game, as they were in groups or on their phones. I attempted to a game a bunch of chicks who were in a group until I found out they were having a "hen's gathering" and I couldn't tag along with them. I also flaked numerous times by chicks who were presumably terminally ill from being approached guys. I rolled up to another smaller club, where I happened to meet the same chicks from the student bar (they told me they were going there and I inadvertently bumped into them there. I made a dick move by going and talking to them again and I made even more of a dick move by sarcastically asking them if I was a douche - I actually frankly and sincerely, yet somewhat playful manner as to whether I was "douche" to them and if they had any feedback (this was in light of a James Marshall (TNL) video where he talked about having women constructively criticize you and pointing out your bullshit. I went over back to the student bar and gamed a few chicks before leaving after some dude violently shoved me for attempting to game his women, which I hadn't opened on. On a more positive note, I met a couple of dudes (one of them was a friend from high school) at the both clubs (we jumped ship to the student bar together) we had a great chat about our gaming activities, RSD, Julien Blanc, Slavic girls and Mark Manson. One of the guys (who was invested in PUA community) told me about his mixed thoughts on Owen Tyler and Neil Strauss' Book The Game and highly the Mark Manson novel. It undoubtedly goes without saying that I have two IRL wings now.

I instinctively whizzed out of the bar after I was violently lunged at by that dude and decided to go up and check out some more places (ditching my wings). where the more mature ilk congregate, cafe bars, coffeeshops, kebab joints, alt rock bars and strip clubs. I spent at least an hour inspecting joints from the front and checking out the door rates (being a newbie to clubbing and barring off course). I went to an underground rock joint, which was wrapping itself up and hadn't been occupied by many chicks (I was anticipating on finding some hot goth chicks and the type of chicks you see on Suicide Girls). I whisked out and saw a few strippers on their smoke break, I undecided on whether to game them at first, but by the time I came across the street's traffic light crossing they were filing back into their strip joint. Finally for the evening, I decided to check out a strip joint for the sheer curiosity of it. There was a greater to customer-stripper ratio and practically all of them had been taken. I went upstairs and decided to game the lone bar girl who was bored as fuck, telling me how she is been living here for a month with her sister (who works at a stripper at the club) and she works from 10pm-6am, on top of a day time waitering job. Her English wasn't that great, but I took some pointers from James Marshall and Liam McCrae over gaming girls who don't speak English as a first language. I asked for number but she declined because, yes you guessed it, boyfriend. At least both agreed that paying strippers to hug and caress clients was pretty pathetic and lowly, an earnest nod to Owen Tyler's video on how money doesn't buy you women. I hadn't read much on the topic in PUA circles, but I was anticipating on gaming the strippers as a kind of experiment which I would later write about in this field report. I was about to game a French stripper, when I decided I to call it a night and go the fuck home and right this for ya'll.

Thanks for reading guys. I would be especially intrigued to hear your feedback and advice on cold street approaches at night, gaming strippers, jumping ships, avoiding confrontations with guys and their girlfriends, pulling girls from groups, gaming multiple girls at once in a club and haggling with bouncers/doorsman for entry fees.