EPT
Report by: Smurg
It was a Friday; I was tired from lack of sleep and working early in the mornings for the past two days preceding this point. Friday had dawned upon me much faster than I knew; it crept up to me as a shadow does as the sun rises in the sky. As weary as I was, one thing laid heavily and prevalently on my mind. I had been thinking about it for the past day and a half or so – I had agreed to sarge. I had agreed to sarge with my good friend JayJay (JJ) this Friday, yes, this Friday – and that Friday was here now.
So, this would mark the first time I had properly and soberly decided to go and consciously run game on any amount of unsuspecting females. Yes, I, Smurg was to embark upon my PUA (pick up artist) adventure with my wing JJ by my side.
So I had decided to drive, and I would be taking a few of my friends also, they weren’t going to sarge, well they didn’t think they were going to sarge and they haven’t really read into any PUA material anyway. Complications and bad timing didn’t help, so already two of my friends had dropped out of coming. It was JJ, my friend (Henceforth known as Ess) and I. We rolled up to the local RSL; it’s my local club where all the hip socialites hang out as of a Friday. By hip socialites I mean anyone over the age of eighteen who enjoys the lures of alcohol and a carpet dance floor. Usually the lure of the carpet dance floor comes after heavy consumption of alcohol, but I digress and shall continue the tale, sorry I was just doing a bit of foreshadowing and history on the place. Speaking of History, it’s a place I’ve been on many, many occasions from the start of my drinking honeymoon and a place I have come back to frequently ever since. Nightclubs were merely intermittent gaps between my next voyages to the RSL. It’s a place where you see a person you know very regularly, you try to sit down anywhere and you’ll probably be in plain sight of someone you know quite well. It’s a phenomenon of the local club scene, and, in lieu of a club, we have the RSL.
As we walked in the door I realised I was looking towards the bright and happy future (or it could’ve been the front room pokies) that was in store for myself and my friends who were all willing to wield the shield of bravery and surge forwards like Vikings on a raid into a new world of unknown perils and lavish delights. I harnessed my palpable and nervous excitement and used it to psyche myself up further. The RSL I now looked upon was one of foreign origin, I did not know who I would see, or what to expect.
JJ suggested at first that we do “the rounds”, he said it with a frank look on his face, and we grinned at each other knowing that we had both been contemplating the same thoughts and had the same nervous apprehensions that come with such missions. Ess was with us also, and he is a guy who, at the time of this experience, had not read The Game or pursued any active interest in PUA, and so was going to watch us with avid interest. Probably to see us fail is my guess, but hey, we were going to do what we wanted to do.
We walked around the lower floor, around the 3-faced bar, and scouted for any talent. We didn’t know entirely what we expected of each other, we didn’t know if we were expecting to utilise the 3 second rule and split up, or if we were going to properly wing each other and use such openers as; Style’s ‘Jealous girlfriend’, or Mystery’s ‘Did you see those girls fighting…?’ line. So we went around the bar and quickly decided we’d grab a beer – for me it’d be only a few because I was driving and wanted to be fairly lucid while I attempted my first cold approach. The beer we knew in our minds would give us ample time to walk around and pretend like we were looking for the perfect place to sit, and also give us time to plan a little more. It was unspoken but we knew we had to grab our inner wussy by conferring with each other, and then, excuse my French; ‘fuck our inner wussy up’.
We saw a few friends on the way and soaked in as much social proof as we could, ‘hopefully in the eyes of some HB’s’ I thought to myself. However this happened, I didn’t know, we eventually slinked over to some chairs. It just happened to be the furthest away set of chairs in the quietest part of the RSL itself. Ok, so we weren’t going at it at full pace, we were instead retreating a little so we could get ourselves in the proper mood. It wasn’t all a loss; we kept seeing people we knew so it was ok. I got a few IOI’s (indicators of interest) from a girl who was sitting nearby, but I didn’t chase it up because she was about a 6 and didn’t want to solo open at this point – I still had my fear.
When about four good mates came along and there weren’t enough seats, we all segued up to the busy Sports Bar area and yet again bumped into about five people we knew on the way up there. After they’d downed two or so beers, and I’d had one, JJ and I decided to move on and hopefully start opening some sets.
Here is what will forever be stuck in my mind as ‘the Tricky Two-Set Challenge’ JJ and I had by now, danced for a while with a big group of friends, talked with each other a little and thought about how we should proceed.
The ‘Tricky Two-Set Challenge’ was the manifestation of all of the energy we had from psyching each other up into a plan which meant we’d use Style’s ‘Jealous Girlfriend Opener’ (http://www.bristollair.com/outer-game/routines/openers/jealous-girlfriend.html) on the first decent looking two-set of girls we could find. This was the challenge; it was going to be tricky with Ess and another friend who had just arrived with us. This is because four guys trying to open any set is always going to be a fairly hard challenge. Ess and our other friend didn’t know if they wanted to leave or not but they were calling or trying to find someone first. JJ and I were left to continue on our mission. We said to each other “Ok – the next two decent girls we see, we’ll go immediately.” JJ was to be leading this mission, I was to be the guy who was seeing a girl, and this meant it wasn’t written in stone that I had a girlfriend and thus lead to perhaps engaging in further conversation. It turned out that our first two-set and first cold approach was waiting around the very next corner.
The hours of reading and listening to theory that we had spent in the past few months now came to a single point where it would all be tested in a make or break kind of way. JJ and I walked fast and purposefully in a bee line to our targets, hopefully remaining alpha and smiling the whole way. We made it try to look as though we had just been talking. The whole positioning of this two-set was already bad, there was a table and a few loose chairs which cut the size of the area, that we could talk to the girls in, down to a small size and weird shape.
JJ leaned in and opened up with a false time constraint, he spoke to the less attractive of the two girls first. I think there was some rigidity in both of us, as if we were here only because we had been painfully forced. It wasn’t blatant but there was a certain icy quality to the way we opened up. However, when JJ had explained the story to the first girl she said “I don’t know” and looked nervous and shy, and I could see by her face that she was wondering what the fuck was happening. JJ smoothly switched to engaging with the hotter of the two girls, one who seemed less shy and rated about an 8. She hadn’t heard what he had said to her friend so JJ had to repeat it in a summarised version. She was more receptive to the question, and seemed to think about it a little more. This is where I felt it was right to step in and hopefully then try to quell any nervousness or uncomfortableness that was in the air. I think I may have been a little too animated or serious, I was acting friendly and open and trying to throw in some humour, yet I think the speed and tone in which I delivered it was far too brutal. I could describe it as brutality and seriousness disguised behind a thin veil of friendly and casual alpha.
We got them talking for a bit, JJ and I seemed to know it was time to eject, thanked them for ‘helping’ us with our dilemma and then walked off. We went to the nearest corner, turned around and shook each others hands. “Our first sarge!” said JJ, “Yep, good sarge man.” I said to JJ, we were both happy and now slightly more ready to conquer new challenges with a new confidence in our minds and in our actions.
We met our friend Baz at a later point, I was surprised to see one of the only other guys I knew who was into game and sarging. We had been out with him a few weeks before hand, and he was pretty good and definitely more experienced in running game. He’d opened on many HB’s (hot bitches) that night and JJ and myself looked on in awe at times and realised that he had less social fear than we did and that’s what we should one day aspire to.
However tonight would be the marking of a new confidence in all of us. JJ and me were ascending up the side of PUA Mountain and racing for the trophy (girlfriends?) that wait at the peak.
Later, with our final hour and a half of time that we would be spending at the RSL that night, I opened a 5 set and ran the same opener as we had downstairs. It was a little worse here, the positions would have been good if it had been fairly quiet and the girls weren’t involved in serious conversations already. Instead of getting all five listening to me at once, I only got one. I think two of the other girls in the group on the other side (one a UG [Ugly Girl], and the other about a 6) were watching me wondering ‘wtf is going on?’ whilst I talked to their hot friend. She answered me; she gave some decent responses and wasn’t just totally shutting me down. I noticed that her friend and another friend, directly next to her were in deep conversation. So I had to do a similar switch to the one that JJ did downstairs. I said to the girl I had originally opened on ‘Well what does she think?’ and pointed her friend right next to her. She got her friends attention and broke her out of the big conversation she was having. JJ had jumped in at this point and we were all engaging in conversation now. Baz had also joined in the circle, by sitting on the only unoccupied chair next to the UG. This is the UG who gave us a big bitch test and said “Ok go away, we need these seats now.” Now, I saw that there were a few people sitting behind her, and I still don’t think at that point I had the heart to fuck their friends out of some seats. Although I knew I should’ve stood my ground, I think it was a decent enough time to eject from that anyhow. Engaging in a conversation may have happened, but I think it was probably a good time to eject. Baz stayed behind for a little while and argued with her, whilst JJ and I walked off and stood nearby. The girls we had just talked to looked at us a little, either an IOI or looks of ‘what the hell was that?’ Baz eventually got up and rejoined us. From here it was a bit chaotic, we didn’t plan anything we just approached people. JJ and Baz opened a couple as I looked on.
I later dared JJ to use Style’s ‘If I wasn’t gay you’d so be mine right now’ opener on an HB who was at the bar. He actually went and did it, I was proud of him and he said “you should go up and say ‘Did my boyfriend just hit on you?’ he said it as a joke – but I had a feeling it wasn’t purely a joke. I decided with my new found confidence that I would do it. I walked up and got a cup, I said offhand to her, looked her in the eyes and said “Did my boyfriend just hit on you?” I then turned away whilst I was filling my cup with water and she looked at me strangely, and so did her friend who was also an HB. She said “How would I know who your boyfriend is?” I said “Um, did any guy just say something to you?” Her HB friend leaned over and said “Yeah he did! He said ‘If I wasn’t gay it’d so be on right now.’” I smiled and said “Well I’ll be having words with him.” I then walked off; it was just for a little laugh I realised. It would’ve been cooler if we could’ve made something of it, but that’s always the case, isn’t it? This was almost the end of our night, a few more exciting little things happened before we finally departed.
Baz and I opened a three-set of girls, we said “Ok, we’re going to go up and use PUA terms direct to their faces.” Baz got excited about this idea and so did I. We saw the three-set standing by some stairs and Baz and I walked up, planted ourselves in front of them and said. “Ok, so you’re a three-set.” “What?” they replied. But one of their friends who was kind of off to the side said “Ok we’ve gotta go and get drinks.” Baz said “Ok, so you’re the bitch and that was your shit test.” The other girls were a bit confused but this other friend just thought we were the creepiest guys ever. We cracked up laughing afterwards because it was so ridiculous. Without that shit test CB’ing girl being there, it was hard to say what would have happened afterwards. But we were now near the door and decided to walk out.
A two-set that had bumped into JJ earlier and had a bit of an interaction with him, came out the door after we had gone out. Whilst Baz was talking with two of his friends he met at the door, JJ and I stood there waiting to leave. So this two-set had come out the door, JJ had yelled earlier “Oi!” to one of them and she approached, she was confused and asked “Do I know you?” and JJ said “I don’t know, do you?” she walked, and her hot friend was the one who was pulling her away. The second time however, JJ said “Don’t you remember me from school?” she said “What? What school?” JJ said “What school do you think I went to?” Then she replied “Castle Hill High? That’s where I went.” I could see by her face that this was a lie. JJ didn’t give her anything, he kept asking her. She eventually relented and said she wasn’t from Castle Hill. I asked her “So what year did you graduate?” She said “04”, and I was surprised by this and said “Really?” in an incredulous manner. She laughed and wondered why I was so surprised, I said “Well we were 05 and I thought you were younger than us.” She said she was from Gilroy and we agreed with each other. JJ and I were making her laugh a few times, but in the background her hot friend pulled her onto the courtesy cart to be taken to their car. She looked back, there was a good interaction going on there and it had just been broken.
It was the end of a good night, and as Baz went to his car with his friends, and JJ and I to my car I said “That was a good night man, we went well…” JJ said he was going to write a field report and I said “Yeah good idea, I will too, and then we can compare them.” I said then “I’ve already got my title, it’ll be called ‘The Tentative Steps Towards Glory’ yeah that’s what I’ll call it.”
So as I left behind the place I had been to so many times before, I felt like I had accomplished something beneficial, even though there was no hooking up with a girl or getting a # close it was still a night full of valuable experience. I can look at it now and analyse weak points, this is the greatest thing. My game will continue to adapt with the constant support from friends who are now entering into this field along side me.
JJ and me are going to come up with some kind of name for this project, we haven’t decided yet, but we’ll think of something
