Dress your best. Always. The whole concept of "Peacocking" is great, wearing ridiculous attire as a conversation piece with women works, but personally is just not my thing. I try to always look my best and wear clothing that I look and feel good in. Studies have shown that there is a clear link between wearing nice clothes and having an enhanced mood. I'm not saying go out and buy a tux to go out in, but think about all the clothes in your closet and what looks best and feels most comfortable to you. As cheesy as it sounds try positive reinforcement and actually tell yourself "you look good" when you look in the mirror. For me it was simply a white t-shirt, black Columbia jacket and dark jeans. I looked good and in turn I felt good and in turn it totally got me ready for the wild night ahead. The simple choice of clothing and going out with a mind of positivity got the ball rolling.

Last night was my first night back in "the game" after going separate ways with this cheerleader I was dating for the past six months. A bit worried of being rusty, I had to set the simple mindset expectation with myself that "tonight is strictly about having fun. If I go home with a girl, great, but if not, really just enjoy yourself hanging out with good friends as well as meeting, flirting and approaching different women." It turned out to be one of my greatest nights in pick-up.

I went over the rules in my head: Approach, Flirt, Kino, Escalate, Close, and was ready to take action, but the first bar we went to was completely dead. It was practically a ghost town. There were girls here and there, but I wasn't saying anything to them. I could already begin to feel the underlying approach anxiety building and these girls weren't even that hot.

When asked about ever having a bad trip on shrooms, my friend who does drugs once said, "If I ever start having a negative feeling or bad thought, I simply get up and go to a new location or atmosphere. Gives you a fresh start." I feel like the same applied here too so we said "Fuck it. On to the next one." In our college town there is a row of eight bars so we simply went to the next one. It was going to be a long night of pacing around and in my head if I didn't approach immediately so when we walked in I didn't hesitate to walk up, a seemingly small insignificant decision, to the first good looking girl I saw and her lesser attractive ginger friend who were standing by the bar.

"Hey. Do they still have have dollar wells until 11 here?" were the first words that came out of my mouth. Was it the best opener? Absolutely not, far from it. The slim brunette [8] with green eyes just kind of looked at me with the attitude of "bitch" written across her face. She was hot and she knew it. "You could always ask the bartender" her ginger friend replied, she was a bitch too. I loved it. Being able to laugh about a situation is great. Perception is reality. It didn't matter how they perceived me, in my own reality I was there just to have fun and the idea of me getting back in "the game", a fictitious world of attraction chess, and getting completely blown out of the water on my first approach with a terrible opener was hilarious to me. It didn't bother me because of my set expectations and trained mindset. "Well maybe I could ask him if you weren't taking so long to order a fucking drink" I said with a smile. They both laughed. It was a brief conversation that ended with a round of drinks and it went no further than that, but it was just that first one that made me realize, "That wasn't so bad." This got the momentum building and reassured the idea in my head after six months that it doesn't matter what you say as long as you just say something! Build off of it. Get shut down. Laugh. Repeat.

My buddy and I decided to go to each bar and open up sets left and right. We were going to talk to as many people as we could. Only for ten-fifteen minutes at each location and then repeat. The combination of social momentum with a mind set of not giving a fuck was deadly. Say what you will about RSD, but Tyler (Owen) has skill and being a moderate fan of his videos for awhile now, I kept finding myself asking in all these social situations, "W.W.T.D?" (What Would Tyler Do?) and whatever I thought he would do I would try. If I never tried it, how would I know what did and didn't work for me. I needed to just practice it even if it meant stepping out of my comfort zone. I was here to have fun and not give a fuck. All it takes is your brain to click and think, "I can actually do this." For example as we walked into one of the bars, three cute hispanic girls were walking out. I grabbed one immediately with a hug and smiled."What's up? What's your name?" I had never done this before and to my surprise she was totally into it. "Don't leave. You're coming with us back inside" I told her pulling her in close. "I cant. I have to go with my friends,"she hesitated. "Nope. Come on let's go." She relented and came back into the bar. But after 5 minutes she was boring me so I left her and approached a cute [7] brunette who had a birthday pin on that said "Kiss Me It's My Birthday!" I said, "Hey next round is on me, birthday girl." Her friend starting shouting, "Kiss her! Kiss her, it's her birthday!", but the shy birthday brunette said, "No, don't. She's just kidding. Don't..." I took control of the situation and said, "Stop." (I paused putting my hands out.) "Relax." (paused again as I lightly grabbed her by her waist and gave her super heavy eye-contact, "Come here" I said lightly as I went in for the kill. We began making out literally about thirty seconds after meeting each other. We went to a few bars together, but after she continued to be shy and timid I was bored and left. I got her number and went to the next bar.

Hit on a solid [10] blonde bombshell for a good twenty minutes and realized I have discovered the greatest topic of conversation to build attraction. I've used it for a while now and I keep getting nothing but results. Much like I did with many other girls, I started with the generic, "What are you going to school for?" early on in the conversation. They'd tell me and then I'd ask, "That's cool. Is that your dream though?" "What do you mean?" they usually ask back before I go on a tangent, "If money didn't matter and you could be anything in the world, what would you do? What's the dream?" Most girls will admit that accounting, economics and such isn't their dream or life goal. We start talking about their dream in life and they open up so easily because its something they spend their time thinking about, something they're passionate about, and something they love talking about. And you just listen and smile nodding every once and awhile. Katie's dream wasn't marketing, it was being a vet and helping animals. They'll ask you what yours is, so tell them. Everyone has a dream. When you talk about your passion, life shines through you and you become engaged in a very real conversation without the fickle bullshit. When it came towards closing time, I approached Katie again, didn't want to be the hovering guy the whole night on her, and used my phone number 'liner' to get her number. It's pretty intricate so pay close attention. "Hey Katie, let me get your number." Clear, cut, simple and confident. Just fucking do it. Ask for the sale. She gave me her number right before I completely blew it and said, "You better not flake me." I was obviously kidding, but she threw me completely out of state for the first time that night when she said, "Why would you say that? If I'm giving you my number, obviously I'm not going to flake you. That's weird that you'd say that." Suddenly I was lost, made up an excuse and left. Texted her the next day and didn't get a response. Had a good laugh about it today.

Overall the night was a complete blast. Small insignificant decisions led to a solid start of the night and helped build for great results, funny stories and a crazy night. As I began wandering the streets after close, I overheard a couple girls, [6]'s, talking to a group of guys asking if they would hypothetically fuck a midget. "No way." "Yeah right" the guys were saying. I walked over and gave my two cents, "I would totally fuck a midget. I'd give it to her real good." The two girls laughed and asked, "You think midgets are sexually attractive?" to which I replied, "It's not about being sexually attractive, it's all about having the wild experience and great story of fucking a midget. You'll keep that memory a lifetime." I then told them about how I had sex with a forty-year old woman over summer and how it was probably one of the weirdest experiences of my life, but I'm glad I did it because of what a great hilarious story it turned out be. Much like before, I didn't give a fuck what they thought of me, I was just having fun and being self-amused. I asked them where they were going, they said home and then they asked if I wanted to come with. To which I replied, "Yes."

UPDATE EDIT: Many of you requested a PM when my free E-Book documenting my first year in "The Game" and my attempted journey from Geek to P-I-M-P is online. I'm still in the process of editing and revising, I want to release a quality product. If you didn't see my last post and are interested in reading about my first year as a beginner and everything I learned along the way, let me know.