So recently I'd been on a hell of a dry spell, one I touched on in this thread on why I need to start day gaming: thread-51225.html. Unfortunately I haven't been walking the walk as far as getting my day game in gear, but I was reaching the crisis point where I need to get laid one way or another.
I had pretty much dropped out of the scene completely for a few reasons, aside from being over all the B.S., I was banging my head against the wall going no where on tinder, had zero social circle prospects, and all my wingmen had dropped like flies from either being in a relationship, being out of town, or doing their own version of MGTOW.
In the past I'd frequent the bars at least once a week to at least get out there and see some chicks, which was down from 2-3 nights out when I was just getting my feet wet in the game about 4-5 years ago.
I'd pretty much always had a wingman, and the idea of rolling solo never appealed to me, and the times I did roll solo I didn't have the right mindset which basically poisoned any chances I had to succeed.
So basically I was at the point where I'd only go out when I had a wingman, and since all my wings were MIA recently I'd only been going out to night game every 2-3 weeks.
My last wingman is a tall, handsome, well dressed dude with cash and swagger, and now in retrospect I can see that Roosh was right when he said back in the day that if your wingman is substantially better looking than you, you're better off rolling dolo.
I see this now because every time I went out with the dude he pretty much received 90% of the IOIs, and his game was completely different than mine. He'd basically find a spot to post up and kick back with his drink and let chicks enter his orbit and give him IOIs and then he'd open them with something extremely basic like "hi".
Meanwhile I'd end up basically kicking it with him and posting up, but I wasn't seeing the same results, because I don't have the same looks/heights to receive the IOIs, my game needs to be more calculating, I need to scan the room for prospects, think of my opener, then go in for the kill with a cold approach. Sitting back and kicking it with my wing wasn't bringing success, and if anything I usually played wingman for him when he had a cutie interested, I'd have to entertain her friends who often weren't really feeling me anyway.
So I finally reached the point where I was like fuck it, I got to get out there and make some shit happen, I told myself that I'd at least put in a couple hours at the bar and dip out by 1 am to try and get a decent sleep if nothing was popping off.
I went out solo dolo Thursday of last week before Halloween, figuring the college crowd was going to be in pre-Halloween party mode and that I should capitalize on it. Predictably I got off to a slow start, being more of a wallflower and not really socializing much. I think when you're not used to rolling dolo it can be kind of daunting psychologically, because sometimes we have the habit of getting too into our own heads, and thats when self-conscious thoughts enter, "everyone is going to notice I'm alone standing here with no friends and think I'm a loser, etc."
Anyhow I did some approaches, they did okay I was getting into conversations, but nothing was really clicking, I was chatting up two fine petite Latinas, but it was a case where I actually needed a wing because I couldn't entertain both for too long.
Finally I decided to bounce to another bar for one last drink, I had been in there earlier and nothing was really popping, I had seen this cute brunette sitting drinking at the bar, but she was talking to some dude, who I assumed she was with. Later when I was back in there sipping a beer against the wall, we'd made some eye contact, then a perfect opportunity for a situational opener arose.
She was sitting at the bar on the stool and dropped something on the floor, for a second I was going to go over and pick it up, but then saw that she noticed it and she started to lean over to pick it up. She noticed that I saw it and that I was about to walk over, but then I didn't when she picked it up. Seeing that, I went over to her and said "I thought you dropped something important like your credit card, I was going to be a gentleman and pick it up for you, but then I noticed it was a receipt and nothing important."
She then replied, "that funny, you're right it is a receipt, but it is important, I have all the bar tabs and totals for the night on here." Which then led me to ask her, "so you're a bartender", and got us into conversation with witty banter, etc.
A stool opened up so I sat next to her and ordered us some drinks, I was in and everything was going smooth, she tried some LMR on me and was getting really drunk and acting kind of nutty as time went on, but I pushed through because I sensed "blood in the water." She started telling me I'm sexy, I started going for the kiss, she turned her head a couple times, till I grabbed it and cavemanned a kiss, and from then on it was all gravy.
Bounced her back to my crib, did the dirty deed, she ended up spending the night, hit it in the morning again. Dropped her off and she was acting all into me, saying I got to giver her my number and we have to hang out again. She then sent me a text a half hour after I dropped her off saying how she had such a "great time, and enjoyed herself very much."
This was the next day on Friday, she ended up hitting me up again that night for a booty call at like 1 am, but I was too tired and just wanted to sleep. I assumed she'd be good to go for another session later in the weekend or next week, but since then she's completely gone ghost on me, not replying to a couple texts I sent, etc.
I ended up looking her up and finding her on Facebook, and surprise, surprise, she's got a boyfriend that she's in a "relationship with", dude lives in this town and I wouldn't be shocked if they lived together, she was acting all weird that night and tripping about not going home. I'm sure she made up some story about she crashed on her friend's couch or some B.S.
So back to square one and feeling kind of downtrodden about some other game unrelated shit, I decided to trek back out to the bars last night on another dolo mission.
I again went out with low expectation and told myself have a few drinks chill for an hour or two and then bounce by 1 am if nothings popping, but I also knew in the back of my head this time around I got a little momentum and success under my wings, so pulling another ONS isn't so out of the realm of possibility.
Last night things went a little better, I was finding my groove, doing approaches, getting into good conversations, etc., but I was really getting any "bites" so to speak, at least in the sense that I was really getting much sexual interest, etc.
Finally I was about to throw in the towel when I was walking past my usual bar the one I have the most success from and pulled last week. I see this chick crouched over by the entrance in kind of a crouching squat position smoking a cigarette.
Immediately I was reminded of a pick up of a chick a few years ago who ended up becoming a fuck buddy, that I picked up the very same way she was crouched over squatting smoking a cig outside of the entrance of the bar. There was certain ding that went off in my mind, so I stopped and asked her if I could bum a smoke.
She was super drunk, like Icelandic drunk, and said she only had one ciggie left, and then I suggested we share. Normally I can't communicate with girls when I'm just buzzed and they're completely smashed, but just talked to her like normal and all seemed good.
At some point she was saying that she really had to pee and I joked around about one of the benefits of being a guy is that you can pretty much go anywhere anytime. She was like fuck that I will too, and then I offered to show her a "good spot" to go and also offered to be her "look out" while promising not to "take a peek."
So I put my arm around her trying to set a more sexual frame, walked her to a cutty spot like 5 minutes away from downtown, told her to go in between these bushes, then when she finished I pushed her up against the wall of this building and started to make out with her. I was starting to chub up a bit in my pants and grabbed her hand and put it on my dick, which she started rubbing enthusiastically.
At this point it seemed like it was "all systems go", and fortunately my logistics were epic since my car was only parked a minute away down the street. Without really telling her where we're going I grabbed her hand and guide her to my car.
She starts to hesitate and looks like she going to break away and head back to the bars and says, "I don't know dude, I have a boyfriend, and he's wondering where I'm at..."
I said, "don't worry everything is cool" then proceeded to pull her in to make out some more, at this point we were right by my car, so I unlock it, open the door, tell her to get in. As she gets in she drops the phone on the floor and I pick it up to see some dude named Matt had sent her a bunch of texts, asking "where the hell did you go?", I assumed it was her BF and immediately slided to close her iPhone, and dropped it back on the floor.
She hops in the car, and away we go, I don't even tell her where we're going, I just drive. As I'm driving I know I got to amp up the sexual tension, so while I have one hand on the wheel, I'm fishing around and unbuckling her belt, and undoing the button on her jeans, then unzip them, she's not wearing any panties, and I start rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy while I have my other hand on the steering wheel.
This chick is full on cumming as I'm fingering her and driving at the same time, she's opening her legs and spreading them wide, moaning and groaning, and grinding her pussy as I stuff my fingers in her twat.
We get to my house and I lead her straight to my room, clothes off, no bullshit, I'm kind of having a hard time getting a boner, and tell her to suck me, she grabs my dick and starts enthusiastically sucking it, I'm thinking "hell yeah" this chick is slobbing like a champ, the girl from last week, wouldn't even suck me at all.
End up mashing the poonanie for like a good half hour, hit it raw which in retrospect I probably shouldn't have done, went in raw on the slag from last week too. Once we're done the chick says she wants to go home which is about 10 minutes away in the neighboring town. I grab all her clothes tell her to get dressed, and while she's dressing she starts whining about how sore her pussy is.
I asked her "is it usually that sore", and she said no it isn't, and I laughed and told her that she just got some seriously big dick, and asked her if it was worth it and she said "yes, it was really good, totally worth it, but I'm probably going to be sore for a day or two."
Ended up taking her to her house, dropped her off, she said "text me sometime", and thats when I started to chuckle in my head, I never even got the girl's name, let alone her phone number. I basically was fingering her pussy in my car driving her to my house to fuck, about 15 minutes after I first started to talk to her.
Like Tariq Nasheed said in an old podcast, "pick em up, fuck em, and drop em off." Sometimes it really is that easy. In a way I do kind of feel bad that both of these skanks have boyfriends that they cheated on with me. It's kind of like a microcosm of what's wrong with American women in general. These sluts go out, get drunk, get taken home by some random stranger, suck his cock, get covered with his cum, then get dropped off at home, only to crawl into bed with their boyfriends and then feed them some bullshit story about how they went to their chick friends house to hang out after the bar, and then walked home alone. Meanwhile we all know the reality of what really happened.
I had pretty much dropped out of the scene completely for a few reasons, aside from being over all the B.S., I was banging my head against the wall going no where on tinder, had zero social circle prospects, and all my wingmen had dropped like flies from either being in a relationship, being out of town, or doing their own version of MGTOW.
In the past I'd frequent the bars at least once a week to at least get out there and see some chicks, which was down from 2-3 nights out when I was just getting my feet wet in the game about 4-5 years ago.
I'd pretty much always had a wingman, and the idea of rolling solo never appealed to me, and the times I did roll solo I didn't have the right mindset which basically poisoned any chances I had to succeed.
So basically I was at the point where I'd only go out when I had a wingman, and since all my wings were MIA recently I'd only been going out to night game every 2-3 weeks.
My last wingman is a tall, handsome, well dressed dude with cash and swagger, and now in retrospect I can see that Roosh was right when he said back in the day that if your wingman is substantially better looking than you, you're better off rolling dolo.
I see this now because every time I went out with the dude he pretty much received 90% of the IOIs, and his game was completely different than mine. He'd basically find a spot to post up and kick back with his drink and let chicks enter his orbit and give him IOIs and then he'd open them with something extremely basic like "hi".
Meanwhile I'd end up basically kicking it with him and posting up, but I wasn't seeing the same results, because I don't have the same looks/heights to receive the IOIs, my game needs to be more calculating, I need to scan the room for prospects, think of my opener, then go in for the kill with a cold approach. Sitting back and kicking it with my wing wasn't bringing success, and if anything I usually played wingman for him when he had a cutie interested, I'd have to entertain her friends who often weren't really feeling me anyway.
So I finally reached the point where I was like fuck it, I got to get out there and make some shit happen, I told myself that I'd at least put in a couple hours at the bar and dip out by 1 am to try and get a decent sleep if nothing was popping off.
I went out solo dolo Thursday of last week before Halloween, figuring the college crowd was going to be in pre-Halloween party mode and that I should capitalize on it. Predictably I got off to a slow start, being more of a wallflower and not really socializing much. I think when you're not used to rolling dolo it can be kind of daunting psychologically, because sometimes we have the habit of getting too into our own heads, and thats when self-conscious thoughts enter, "everyone is going to notice I'm alone standing here with no friends and think I'm a loser, etc."
Anyhow I did some approaches, they did okay I was getting into conversations, but nothing was really clicking, I was chatting up two fine petite Latinas, but it was a case where I actually needed a wing because I couldn't entertain both for too long.
Finally I decided to bounce to another bar for one last drink, I had been in there earlier and nothing was really popping, I had seen this cute brunette sitting drinking at the bar, but she was talking to some dude, who I assumed she was with. Later when I was back in there sipping a beer against the wall, we'd made some eye contact, then a perfect opportunity for a situational opener arose.
She was sitting at the bar on the stool and dropped something on the floor, for a second I was going to go over and pick it up, but then saw that she noticed it and she started to lean over to pick it up. She noticed that I saw it and that I was about to walk over, but then I didn't when she picked it up. Seeing that, I went over to her and said "I thought you dropped something important like your credit card, I was going to be a gentleman and pick it up for you, but then I noticed it was a receipt and nothing important."
She then replied, "that funny, you're right it is a receipt, but it is important, I have all the bar tabs and totals for the night on here." Which then led me to ask her, "so you're a bartender", and got us into conversation with witty banter, etc.
A stool opened up so I sat next to her and ordered us some drinks, I was in and everything was going smooth, she tried some LMR on me and was getting really drunk and acting kind of nutty as time went on, but I pushed through because I sensed "blood in the water." She started telling me I'm sexy, I started going for the kiss, she turned her head a couple times, till I grabbed it and cavemanned a kiss, and from then on it was all gravy.
Bounced her back to my crib, did the dirty deed, she ended up spending the night, hit it in the morning again. Dropped her off and she was acting all into me, saying I got to giver her my number and we have to hang out again. She then sent me a text a half hour after I dropped her off saying how she had such a "great time, and enjoyed herself very much."
This was the next day on Friday, she ended up hitting me up again that night for a booty call at like 1 am, but I was too tired and just wanted to sleep. I assumed she'd be good to go for another session later in the weekend or next week, but since then she's completely gone ghost on me, not replying to a couple texts I sent, etc.
I ended up looking her up and finding her on Facebook, and surprise, surprise, she's got a boyfriend that she's in a "relationship with", dude lives in this town and I wouldn't be shocked if they lived together, she was acting all weird that night and tripping about not going home. I'm sure she made up some story about she crashed on her friend's couch or some B.S.
So back to square one and feeling kind of downtrodden about some other game unrelated shit, I decided to trek back out to the bars last night on another dolo mission.
I again went out with low expectation and told myself have a few drinks chill for an hour or two and then bounce by 1 am if nothings popping, but I also knew in the back of my head this time around I got a little momentum and success under my wings, so pulling another ONS isn't so out of the realm of possibility.
Last night things went a little better, I was finding my groove, doing approaches, getting into good conversations, etc., but I was really getting any "bites" so to speak, at least in the sense that I was really getting much sexual interest, etc.
Finally I was about to throw in the towel when I was walking past my usual bar the one I have the most success from and pulled last week. I see this chick crouched over by the entrance in kind of a crouching squat position smoking a cigarette.
Immediately I was reminded of a pick up of a chick a few years ago who ended up becoming a fuck buddy, that I picked up the very same way she was crouched over squatting smoking a cig outside of the entrance of the bar. There was certain ding that went off in my mind, so I stopped and asked her if I could bum a smoke.
She was super drunk, like Icelandic drunk, and said she only had one ciggie left, and then I suggested we share. Normally I can't communicate with girls when I'm just buzzed and they're completely smashed, but just talked to her like normal and all seemed good.
At some point she was saying that she really had to pee and I joked around about one of the benefits of being a guy is that you can pretty much go anywhere anytime. She was like fuck that I will too, and then I offered to show her a "good spot" to go and also offered to be her "look out" while promising not to "take a peek."
So I put my arm around her trying to set a more sexual frame, walked her to a cutty spot like 5 minutes away from downtown, told her to go in between these bushes, then when she finished I pushed her up against the wall of this building and started to make out with her. I was starting to chub up a bit in my pants and grabbed her hand and put it on my dick, which she started rubbing enthusiastically.
At this point it seemed like it was "all systems go", and fortunately my logistics were epic since my car was only parked a minute away down the street. Without really telling her where we're going I grabbed her hand and guide her to my car.
She starts to hesitate and looks like she going to break away and head back to the bars and says, "I don't know dude, I have a boyfriend, and he's wondering where I'm at..."
I said, "don't worry everything is cool" then proceeded to pull her in to make out some more, at this point we were right by my car, so I unlock it, open the door, tell her to get in. As she gets in she drops the phone on the floor and I pick it up to see some dude named Matt had sent her a bunch of texts, asking "where the hell did you go?", I assumed it was her BF and immediately slided to close her iPhone, and dropped it back on the floor.
She hops in the car, and away we go, I don't even tell her where we're going, I just drive. As I'm driving I know I got to amp up the sexual tension, so while I have one hand on the wheel, I'm fishing around and unbuckling her belt, and undoing the button on her jeans, then unzip them, she's not wearing any panties, and I start rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy while I have my other hand on the steering wheel.
This chick is full on cumming as I'm fingering her and driving at the same time, she's opening her legs and spreading them wide, moaning and groaning, and grinding her pussy as I stuff my fingers in her twat.
We get to my house and I lead her straight to my room, clothes off, no bullshit, I'm kind of having a hard time getting a boner, and tell her to suck me, she grabs my dick and starts enthusiastically sucking it, I'm thinking "hell yeah" this chick is slobbing like a champ, the girl from last week, wouldn't even suck me at all.
End up mashing the poonanie for like a good half hour, hit it raw which in retrospect I probably shouldn't have done, went in raw on the slag from last week too. Once we're done the chick says she wants to go home which is about 10 minutes away in the neighboring town. I grab all her clothes tell her to get dressed, and while she's dressing she starts whining about how sore her pussy is.
I asked her "is it usually that sore", and she said no it isn't, and I laughed and told her that she just got some seriously big dick, and asked her if it was worth it and she said "yes, it was really good, totally worth it, but I'm probably going to be sore for a day or two."
Ended up taking her to her house, dropped her off, she said "text me sometime", and thats when I started to chuckle in my head, I never even got the girl's name, let alone her phone number. I basically was fingering her pussy in my car driving her to my house to fuck, about 15 minutes after I first started to talk to her.
Like Tariq Nasheed said in an old podcast, "pick em up, fuck em, and drop em off." Sometimes it really is that easy. In a way I do kind of feel bad that both of these skanks have boyfriends that they cheated on with me. It's kind of like a microcosm of what's wrong with American women in general. These sluts go out, get drunk, get taken home by some random stranger, suck his cock, get covered with his cum, then get dropped off at home, only to crawl into bed with their boyfriends and then feed them some bullshit story about how they went to their chick friends house to hang out after the bar, and then walked home alone. Meanwhile we all know the reality of what really happened.
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