Rock Solid Game

Well, tonight, there were so many moments where I thought 'I should blog this'. It was never going to happen. As the alcohol seeped in, memories got distorted, forgotten. But I glow as I type because I see an amazing progress in myself, as a man. Back in my home town. A place where as a 16 year old I would go out and see '10s' and never think about approaching them. The mere thought would terrify me. I just wouldn't. I would ask myself questions 'who am I, how many people know me, how rich am I, how important'. True. No Burnley '10' would talk to me. But they would, had I known. Tonight. With Burto by my side. A beacon of game, sarging the shit out of the bars, I could see confidently. 'Follow his lead, there is no relationship to your past and your present'. Burto is the best night-gamer I have ever seen. Krauser is the best day gamer. Burto owns night game. I live under a rock and they invite me out. So much happened tonight but I want to tell you about one set. One set. She was a '9'. If you dated her everyone would say 'Jimmy's girl, fuck me. I don't know HOW he got her, she is amazing'. She was a definite 9. And Burnley is a rough town. You make the wrong move and you fight. Really, you fight. So every approach holds a slightly more sensitive suggestion that there may actually be some alpha watching, ready to kick off. Really. In the past, the thought of walking up to this girl and saying 'I want to fuck you'.... It just wouldn't happen. You might as well wait for me to walk on water, turn water into wine or ... even watch the Blackburn Bastards and applaud. That will never happen. Fucking Blackburn Rovers, bunch of cunts, bought the fucking title in the 90s, don't deserve the position they enjoy. So the 9 stood in the bar, dancing with her friends. In broad daylight. Everyone watching. And me... I approached. Walked into her set slowly and pushed everyone aside and commanded her attention. 'Hey You!'. And of course, as I expected, she listened. She LET me open her. She is not used to guys waltzing in and showing balls, ever, so when it happened, she HAS to let it happen. Remember - we all live in a world where opening is normal. The thought of a direct opener is not strange. But in the world outside our PUA experience, only the hardest, most confident men open directly. Of all the guys in that bar who fight week in week out, work on building sites, watch football, shout an swear....... 99.9999% of them all just shit and stare at the hot girl. Not us. Never. Me (growling): 'You are hot as fuck. No doubt you are, I admit it. Sexy little fucker. BUT. You dance like a retard. Seriously. You want to learn about how you look when you're dancing. You're burning something amazing'. Walk away slowly. She went 'mental'. She told me I was a cunt. Told me to fuck off and stormed off. Took her friends away. Only she didn't. She acted like she did. But all the time I knew - this is just an act. She is playing a role. She likes me. She is impressed but reacting the only way she knows how. When I walked up to her I had absolutely zero AA. None. I was wishing there were guys in the set. I wanted the biggest challenge possible. I saw her and just though 'that's my girl, that's where I belong, no-one else in this bar does and she knows it and I know it'. So she stormed off. And I felt great. I didn't feel blown out. It was as though I'd made a move and seen in return the move that said 'yes, I like it'. It was a strange kind of trade. Over the next half an hour she stared at me constantly. I had my back to her. Burto watched for me. She stared, pointed, recounted my comments visibly to her friends, followed me, turned her back, spoke to other guys, watched me, watched me, watched me. It was on. She liked me. I had opened the door enough for her to think 'This is the guy who is above all else. This might be the man'. Eventually I had to re-approach. She was waiting. So I did. No AA whatsoever. Every time I spoke to her I felt like I was doing nothing more than buying a newspaper. I walked over. Her friends gave me the cold shoulder. Of course they did. She had told them I was a cunt. They didn't know it was an IOI. Also, two guys in the set. I stopped her. 'Hey, listen!'. She did. She pretended to do it reluctantly, but because I know the game I could see that she was playing a role. She was ecstatic that I had come back to her. She was waiting to see what I had. But I was a bit drunk. And it was so loud. I didn't know what to express. And I didn't care anyway. As hot as she was, I was just self amusing. I know that it's just one practice set against 100 more this year. I laid it on the line but it just didn't win her. 'You're sloppy. And gorgeous. You have no idea what you could be. We'll never meet again. And I left. It was awful. Not embarrassing. I didn't care. I walked away buzzing, just happy to have done what I did. But... I had let her down and me down.... I just needed a better statement. What should I have said. Well, I think: 'Hey listen. Be real... and don't fuck around, because we can both walk away if there's bullshit. And we don't want to. I'm James' - offer hand. Anyway. Fuck it. Laughs all round. But my big wins are this: 1 - I walked up to the hottest girl in town and told her she turned me on. I laid it on the line and knew she liked it big time 2 - I has 0% AA. Nada. Seriously.  Nothing. In a town where I could clearly see my ghosts I just had nothing holding me back And there are now four things I declare to you all resolutely. 1 - 10s belong to me. End of story. Whoever they are fucking, no matter, they are mine and I will take them unapologetically. 2 - I love my town. I am from Burnley and I will die proudly because I have the privelage of being able to say 'I belong to Burnley and Burnley Football Club represent me, body and soul' 3 - I fucking hate Blackburn and their dirty, Johnny Come Lately, buy a prize good fortune. Fuck 'em, the blue and white bastards and the donkeys they came in on . 4 - 9s and 10s belong to me. If I see them I will open wherever and whenever. I don't care. I am what they want. I know it. they are desperate for me to say hello.