[the1element]

Here's a story that happened about a week ago, on the night I met up with the Tumblr whale.
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Bad date? No problem, we’re gonna make tonight a success

For the past week or so I have been talking to this girl I met off Tumblr, I run a blog and sometimes I get girls in my area messaging me asking to hang out.

I've done it a few times and I've actually had some decent experiences from it, one girl who lived in Ottawa messaged me and told me to come up and visit her. I spent a good 3-4 days in Ottawa with a cute girl, she showed me around.

Of course, the first thing I do when these chicks reach out is check the profiles to make sure they're not fat or incredibly fucked up. This girl passed the first test, but there weren't any body photos of her. All good, so we exchange numbers and I slip her number into the Instagram search and find her profile, not the best looking girl but so.so.

We arrange a meet-up at a Boston Pizza

Of course she was fat

Unfortunately, in person her photos on Instagram were a little better than she actually looked. Not morbidly obese but chubby, leaning towards fat. Ugh.



She also brought two guys friends and one of her girlfriends with her for the meetup. Great.

The guys were chumps though, dressed sloppily obviously lacked game so I really wasn't worried about them. Her friend was actually better looking than herself.

I came dressed like a boss, rocking a suede jacket, with a few accessories and nice boots that have a really interesting backstory to them. Playing up my rugged and rakish personality traits to the fullest.

Right away the two of them were attracted, the friend couldn't stop looking at me and twirling her hair. At one point one of the guys goes to washroom and the other dude says he has to go as well so they went together (lmao). I'm chilling there, vibing out feeling good, we start talking about the other guys and I find out the one guy (Nate) and the other (Jake) both confessed their love to the friend who I'll say is Nikki.

I nearly spit my drink out, Jake confessed one night at a party and he was crying, sobbing telling her how much she means to him and so on. The other cat loved her but she wasn't down and I guess he's somewhat over it. Both losers in my opinion.

I asked Nikki if she ever did love them or what she thought and she replied with

"Disgusting"

Ha.

Who knew?

So the guys come back, we're sitting down and I'm just bored of the conversation (it's important as a man to be comfortable with silence). I'm watching other people, letting them talk about whatever. I keep looking at the girl I originally wanted to fuck and felt myself losing attraction for her. Then I'd try to hype myself up by saying to myself,

"she told you she would eat your ass, she would let you do anything, fuck her ass, throat fuck, whatever."

Could be fun I thought.

That hyped me up but it just didn't last. Too much woman for me.

I originally planned to show this girl the time of her life, show her my cool hangout spots and really give her a taste of who I am. But fuck that.

After another 30 minutes of chat, we makeout a little bit and she tells me she has to go which I reply so do I.

With her gone, I had to wash the sense of disgust out of my brain. I needed to go talk to a good looking woman, one that would actually make me want to work on my game and have sex with.



Don’t you just want to ravish the fuck out of this girl? Just looking at her makes me feel like a man and gets my blood going.

So I dip out of the date eager to talk to some woman that don’t disgust me.

Self doubt, it’s all smoke and mirrors

I get in my car and decide to hit up a club in a nearby town,

On the way there I was doubting myself, I felt like shit for kissing a below-standard girl and also very horny because I wanted to get laid that night. I had the whole night planned and now my plans were derailed.

Despite all of this I still said fuck it and ended up at the club.

Even when I got into the club, I felt bad, I didn't really want to talk to anyone and I was definitely not feeling like approaching.

So I just posted up at the bar, facing towards the dance floor, Jack and Coke in hand looking like a boss. Now, before I continue this story I must say I'm not a big guy I weigh 150lbs soaking wet, I'm very skinny and my facial features are okay.

I've been watching a lot of Steve McQueen movies lately so I tried to channel my inner Steve, being completely at ease in my environment. I enjoyed myself.



After a few minutes of being posted up at the bar looking toward the dance floor, I had what I thought was a couple of glances from some of the girls dancing. Okay, cool I thought.

In between the crowd, I notice two really good looking girls and they were grinding with each other. I observed them here and there, one guy even approaches the hottest one and starts talking, dancing, I think to myself cool. Let's see his game.

His game didn't really look bad, but I guess it wasn't really turning her on either.

Of course, nothing happened, the guy left and then the girls looked at me and walked right over.

I'm still posted up at the bar, two of the hottest girls walked up to me and now it's all eyes on me.

The hot one asks me what I'm drinking, I tell her Jack and Coke but I wanted a Cocktail and that this place can't really make them.

We start talking, I'm spitting game while remaining cool. Making sure to listen and only say interesting shit that adds value to the conversation.

I have a bad habit when gaming girls to speak non-stop, I let my mouth run and usually end up saying something stupid in the process. It's much better to only speak when you have something valuable to add. One great joke or witty quip is better than 10 shit ones or mediocre ones. Use sparingly.

The longer the conversation goes, I can tell the blonde is getting into me slowly.

Great.

Then these two big motherfuckers come out of nowhere and get up in my face. I'm still chilling, haven't moved from my position at the bar. Looking them right into the fucking eyes. I can tell they're AMOGING me (me a 150lb dude) Lmao.

They start talking shit, I'm just relaxed. They take the girls away and I don't even flinch. Whatever.

Felt so good to not let those guys ruin my frame, felt alpha as fuck after that.

So I go back to being posted at the bar, doing my thing.



10 minutes go by, a few glances but that's it.

Time for a smoke.

Curiosity killed the cat

I head out for a smoke, immediately see a cute girl freezing her ass off with a cigarette hanging out of her lips.

She's talking to one of her friends about something, I add a little to the conversation and we both start talking then the girl's friend heads back in and I'm left with the girl with nothing on.

Conversation flows, her fiance shows up and starts talking to her.

"Whatever"

I said to myself.

So I turn and start talking to the bouncer, we're having a great chat, I'm leaning against one of the posts of the fence for the line. Suddenly, a big group of people show up out of nowhere. Lines 20 people long and I'm still at the very front chatting with the bouncer.

While the bouncer checked the I.D's I turned to the girls. I think I said something about how her I.D looked fake or something. Girls were loving the game I was running.

Looking back, this was a power move. Girls see you talking to the bouncer, they already think you know him which means your probably not a weirdo. STATUS! Now, I'm chatting them up casually while they wait in line. They already know who I am, they see I have friends and they can see my personality.

Guess what?

Now, when I go BACK into the club after my smoke. These girls are going to

A) Know who the fuck I am

B) Preconceive me as having "status"

And it will make opening much easier, they're more open because now you aren't some random fuck hitting on them.

After my smoke, I planned to use the above reasons to my full advantage but I got stopped because I opened a cute Asian thing and she was loving the energy I was throwing out. We talked shit about where we're from, I made fun of her for being a hick, she told me she's been drinking all weekend.

The conversation evolved and she tells me she's going back to the table with her friends, I tell her I'll join just let me order my shit.

I order my drink, walk over and she's with another dude and another girl.

This is where I'm going to cut off the story. The other girl she was with had a boyfriend and I ended up going back to their place for an afterparty and more drinks. Didn't get laid, still had a fun night.

What can we learn from this?

Don't let a bad date ruin your night

Some of the best nights I've ever had have been when I've come off a shitty date. I think it's something to do with the mindset you get in when you go on a date, you want to be THAT guy, you're all charged up, your dick is hard and the testosterone is flowing. So when the date ends up being a dud, you're like what the FUCK?

I'm fucking fire tonight, I'm not going to let a bad date ruin my energy and vibe.

That's how it feels, then I go out and let that same energy flow. Just because one pair of legs closes doesn't mean another set won't open.

Letting girls natural curiosity get to them

Girls are curious, they're always looking around their environment. I played on this a lot in this field report.

When the two hot girls approached me, walking off the dance floor over to the bar to talk to me which shows status and other girls will see that.

"Who is that guy?"

"Does he know them?"

Which makes your next approaches easier because now you're the guy who had hot girls approach him, signalling you have status and are a cool dude.

I also played this up by chatting to the bouncer, again showing I have status and letting girls get a taste of my personality as they get their I.D's checked.

This makes approaching even easier because when you see that same girl in the club later, she already has talked to you so you aren't a total stranger.

If you're a cool dude, even if you're standing at the bar you're going to get noticed.

It's important though to not be the weird guy at the bar, act confident, like you own the fucking place, drink in hand taking shit in.

Dress fucking well


You don’t need to rock a three piece suit (in fact I recommend you don’t) , definitely put time and thought into what you are wearing though.

Girls aren’t going to approach you if you look like a bum and I definitely wouldn’t be writing this field report if I didn’t put effort into the way I dressed.

I’m not a style expert, but here’s a guy who is
Tanner Guzy - http://masculine-style.com/