Maneuvering A Busty Cougar [Frame-Control In Seduction]

Days ago, I friend requested a busty-looking MILF who caught my attention as I scanned through the friend-suggestion field on my feed.

Few days later (about 2-3 days ago), she inboxes me with the following.


Note: Whenever a girl goes out of her way to message you, asking if you know her, it is usually an SOI [Sign Of Interest]. There is interest there on her part. But she just uses the fact that we don’t know each other, as a way to open me. πŸ™‚

Let’s just run right through the screenshots in the interest of time.










The chat proceeded with the preliminaries.

Okay, so what was happening here?

A battle of frames.

I set the frame that I’m the prize and she’s the one seeking my time, and by letting her know when we go out, I don’t want any surprises.

Which guy says this to a hot girl, but a guy who’s in demand and sees himself as such [the prize].

Was this girl interested in me however?

Undoubtedly so!

This is indicative of numerous factors, inclusive of the fact that she kept saying she doesn’t want a relationship with someone who’s taken.

Well- I never told her that I was looking a relationship to begin with.

In fact- as you’d seen- I told her I am in a relationship already.

Hence, this eliminates the idea that I am trying to become her boyfriend.

That is frame control, or in essence, me stealing the frame/play away from her.

She insinuated that my interest in her was to become boyfriend-girlfriend.


I set that fallacy aright!

Note: women will often do this with guys whom they are interested in [push the boyfriend frame].

I clearly and strategically countered this by instantly shooting down the relationship aspect, and by setting the “meet up for drinks” frame.

Therefore, it became clear to her that I wasn’t looking to become her boyfriend, but to go out (or date) instead…with an aim for sex at the end of the night. πŸ˜‰

What would most guys have done when the girl mentions relationship?

If they were single, they would try to convince the girl that they are worthy of a relationship with her. Or, if they were taken already (the men), they would lie to the girl and say that they are single, in order to convince the girl that they are worthy of a relationship with her.

Both angles are flawed and based on lies.

I don’t lie to women. Hence why I told her that I do already have a GF, so I’m only interested in hanging out with her.

Now, another thing I want to point out is this: she is a random girl whom I’m only speaking to for the first time. Yet, she’s already insinuating that she would want to date me, given away by the fact that she even asked, “Why do you want to get in another relationship when you’re already in a relationship”?

With all that being said, it is crystal clear that this girl is attracted to me [my vibe], but she’s hesitant because of some cruel guy in her past…allegedly (though this is why she’s attracted to me, because I give off a carefree bad boy vibe from my posts).

Additionally, she asked me where do I live.

Note #3: whenever a girl asks on her own volition, “where do you live”, it is usually an IOI/SOI [Indication Of Interest]…99% of the time.

The only how this isn’t so, is if you had asked her first, and by means of social protocol, she returns the question by asking you also, “so where do you live”.

As you clearly seen in the screenshot above; I never asked about where she stays. She cold-asked me…which means she’s interested.

In addition to that, the most telling sign of her interest, was when she said, “So…where do we go from here”, which was a question to my mention of having a girlfriend.

That was another huge yet subtle IOI.

Now- will I pursue it [meet up for drinks]?

It all depends.

By all means; this cougar is totally fuckable [pictured below]!


Being that I’m an ardent tit-man, and this chick has a big-juicy rack, it’s without a doubt that I would lay her in a heartbeat! But again- too many options.

Guys, you need to realize that I pick up TONS of women on a weekly basis!

There isn’t enough time in a day or week for me to bang the amount of girls I pick up, and am able to pick up within a week’s time.

On a bad week, I’m picking up [#-closing] like 8 girls on Facebook alone, coupled with the fact that I pick up girls on the streets while running errands at work, including the girls I pick up from night game (clubs and bars).

On a good-good week, I’m liable to pick up like 15 girls on Facebook [all random strangers]- that is by getting their phone numbers while setting up a rendezvous- to having to work the process of elimination since I simply cannot realistically meet up with 15 girls during the same week.

I got netflix and chill meetups, and dates, backed up from about 2 months ago with chicks who are DTF!

It just isn’t humanly possible for me to keep up with, nor meet up with every girl I pick up online or in person.

There’s a huge backlog I have to deal with [quality and quantity problem I would say πŸ˜‰ ]. Hence, I always have to reign myself in, and to remind myself that it isn’t practical to keep picking up girl after girl, day after day, which only adds to the already backlog from 2 months ago.

Additionally, I do have a DTF policy of sorts, where I meet up with the most apparent DTF girls, instead of wasting time on the girls who are maybies.

For instance, hypothetically, let’s say that I picked up 10 new girls this week from Facebook, by swapping #’s with the rendezvous planned [I’m just using “10” as an example…though it’s usually more].

Those 10 get added to the previous 10 from the previous week, included the 10 from the week prior to that.

Therefore, those are 30 girls picked up within 3 weeks.

Of those 30, if I happened to pick up another girl today, but she’s extremely DTF, I would likely prioritize her in front of the 30 girls whom I’d met before her, and seek to meet up ASAP.

It’s a delicate situation with trying to balance and handle the numbers here.

Saying all that to say, it is for that reason (the backlog of girls), why I abruptly discontinued the chat with the hot cougar, not even trying to grab her # (which would’ve been a given), neither to set up a date, although I told her that I would send a taxi to pick her up since she doesn’t drive, whenever the time to meet would’ve arrived.

I am learning, at least trying to learn, to not pick up every hot skirt I come across on Facebook who lives in my town or the surrounding areas. 😦 But as an ardent pick-up artist: this proves to be challenging.

What I hope you will have taken away from this post are 2 things:

1.) Whenever your online posts reflect that of someone who’s the prize with women, not only will women indirectly chase you (since they can’t do it outright for starters), but they [your posts] facilitate your chances altogether

2.) Be mindful of framing and frame control. If a girl likes you, she will at times try to push you into the boyfriend/relationship frame. Why is this a bad thing? She will make sex a drawn-out process, and make you wait 4-5 dates before allowing sex to happen. By eliminating the BF/relationship frame as I did [or anyhow for that matter], and making “date” or “meetup for drinks” the only aim, the girl is robbed of trying to drag out sex and stall it altogether on you.

I’ll keep you fellaz updated with this cougar.

Chances are; she’s going to hit me up again on FB, wondering why I haven’t pursued things.

“Kenny You’re An Extremist”! Example Of Registering On A Girl’s Radar Through Status Updates

This chat dates back to 2009 when BBM Blackberry Messenger was still the thing.
[Girls messages in gray]


As usual, this was a total stranger whom I met on the streets but then became friends on Facebook.

She got the impression that I’m extreme because of my status updates.

I thought she visited my website, which was why she made those observations. But my FB posts, dating all the way back to 2009, were controversial and polarizing.

Ninety percent of my posts on social media are relationship, dating, sex and pickup related. In other words; chick topics.

However, I don’t just post lame shit about those things. I post polarizing and jaw-dropping statuses.

We all know that drama is oxygen for women.

Once you post things which are dramatic- on the topics of sex, pickup and dating- women will find you interesting.

In this case, this girl said that I’m an extremist; personality-wise, and via my social-media posts.

With that, if you want to get a hot girl’s attention within an instance: post things that shock her reality!

Post the unthinkable!

Post about having One-Night Stands!

Post about picking up chicks!

Post about making out with some random old lady at the bar!

Post about hitting on 1 of your mother’s hot friends who’s old enough to be your mother!

Those are things/statuses that get girl’s attention!

You register on a hot girl’s radar when you post such statuses.

Bear in mind this super crucial piece of fact: women suffer from ADHD, and they have super-short attention spans.

If you don’t shock them, you will hardly ever register in their minds.

Gaming Undercover Cop @ The Bar: Friday Night Field Report

Standing at the bar counter as I mull over which dark rum I would prefer to down in a mixed drink.

I was looking for something on the lighter side: anything between 17% to 21% alcohol content.

Every rum I inquired about was 40% content of alcohol, way too much for my blood [I’m a light drinker].

I specifically wanted a glass of a specific coconut rum [not Malibu] mixed with cola, which made for a smooth ride down my system. But they’d ran out of that coconut rum, so I disgruntledly settled for a malted-color beer (a stout).

Before taking my first swig (for the night), I looked up and locked eyes with a girl drinking a beer, seated beside the wall.

Nothing particularly stood out which attracted me to her, besides being the only approachable girl in the establishment, while every other chick was either un-shapely or unsightly.

Within a split second upon locking eyes, I removed the beer bottle from my lips and approached her.

Me: “I’m gonna be honest with you”

Girl: “Honestly is good”

Me: “You are the sexiest girl in this bar so I’m compelled to approach”

Usually, I expect the girl to either blush uncontrollably, or laugh due to being put on the spot.

Girl: “Why thanks”

In hindsight, her composure in the face of my usual charms, now makes sense that she’s trained in masking her emotions being an undercover cop.

She tried to maintain a professional stance as much as possible.

Me: “I don’t usually approach girls in bars, but you caught my eyes. Why is that”?

Girl: “I’m just a cool chick. Very down to Earth. Nothing extraordinary or flashy”.

Me: “I like that. As a regular, it’s my first time seeing you here”

Girl: “My 2nd time here”

Me: “By the way, you look like you could dance. Since that’s the case, I’m just letting you know right now, before the night ends, we’re gonna lock hips and dance away”

She cracks a smile.

Me: “You could dance right? Correct me if I’m wrong? I don’t know to misjudge you”

Girl: “Nah it’s okay. I wouldn’t say I’m a dancer. But I can try a little thing”.

Me: “Finally we have something in common because I can’t dance worth shit! Anyway, what do you plan on getting into for the night”?

Girl: “Just work. I’m here working”

I got thrown off when she mentioned “here working”. She doesn’t seem like a bartender, so I wondered what she meant by “here working”.

Me: “Working? What do you mean? You don’t seem like a bartender to me”

Girl: “No. I’m an undercover cop”.

Me: “Really”!?

She pulls out her badge and tells me she’s officer so and so.

By the way, this wasn’t done in an authoritative or threatening manner.

Little did she know though, I have a mean fetish for women of the law. So if she intended to make me run for the hills by pulling a badge; she was awfully mistaking!

I kept chatting her up, when most guys would’ve thrown in the towel upon revelation that they were talking to someone of the law.

After about 5 more minutes of spirited chitchat, in accordance with my usual routine of bouncing and coming back to game the girl some more, I looked to do just that.

Me: “I’m gonna stretch my legs a little around the bar since I just got out the house and feeling a bit tight. We’ll catch up in just a bit”.

Girl: “Ketchup with a little mustard”.

I didn’t quite hear her, plus the idiom flew over my head.

Me: “What was that”?

Girl: “I said ketchup with a little mustard on the side”.

We laughed.

Me: “But don’t put any mustard on my burger though. I hate it”!

Girl: “Me too”!

I rolled off and looked to return to game her up some more.

Unfortunately, by the time I made my way back around to resume the FMAC [Find, Meet, Attract, Close]; she vanished.

Hopefully I’ll bump into her again next weekend since she did tell me that this was her 2nd. consecutive week at this joint.

Be More Interesting Than The Next Man [Drawing Women In Through Your Status Updates]

In the previous post, I spoke about statuses and social-media posts as a deciding factor in whether a girl accepts or rejects you.

Your posts can either turn women off or serve to attract or draw them in.

Here’s an interesting example from a post I made Friday about not trusting Libras and Geminis.

I went on to say that I I’ve been studying the Zodiac for over 16 years now.





Since posting that status Friday, I’ve had a score of women hit up my inbox asking if their boyfriend (Libra or Gemini) is cheating.

“How the hell would I know who’s cheating or not cheating”, I said to myself?

Anyway, the chick from the screenshots above has been getting on my nerve ever since, hitting me up at 8 in the morning wanting to know about Libras.

Do I look like some kind of relationship or sun-sign expert?

All pun aside, there are few things/subject matters in pickup we consider “chick crack”.

Those are things which women go bonkers over!

Astrology is 1 such chick crack: a subject which women are addicted to learning about.

I know scores of women, and I know you do too, who purchase local newspapers, just to read the daily-horoscope section…which is only about a quarter-page long to be honest.

Women love this shit! And so do I, which is indicative of the fact that I’ve been studying this stuff for over 16 years, before learning about seduction and pickup.

There’s no chick on Earth who isn’t fascinated by their Horoscope and the Zodiac.


With that, it behooves me why guys aren’t building attraction with women through cold reading their Horoscope and sun sign.

As the post title says: “be more interesting than the next man”.

Since most guys who post to social media, post lame shit that does nothing whatsoever to attract the interest of women, it doesn’t take magic on your part to post interesting shit that attracts.

However, what does the average Joe Shmoe post to his Facebook?

Some lame shit about a pending UFC bout, Lebron James, Kobe Bryant, Soccer, sports in general, and other such interests which doesn’t interest women in the least.

Guys absolutely blow my mind to Smithereens with the dumb shit!

They desire to attract women, want to get laid via social media, yet they continually post male-related shit, then wonder why they can’t get laid, and are always ignored or rejected by women!

I mean, I love professional boxing more than the next man! But I’m wise enough to NOT spam my Facebook or Twitter with posts about boxing, since boxing is male-centric!

Attraction has nothing to do with looks as I’ve been preaching to you guys ad nauseum!

On that note, I am currently working on the complimentary PDF document called “Pimpin’ your Facebook”, which will show you step-by-step, how to turn your Facebook into a chick-magnet.

Stay tuned!

The Truth About Girls Not Replying To Your Messages On Facebook

There exist few truths about why girls decline to reply to guy’s messages.

I made a video about this some years back, and I’ll plug it in just a bit.

in this short post, I won’t exactly go into the reasons women don’t reply. What I’ll do instead, is to point out what it is NOT!

A female friend of mines shared the following post on Facebook, to which she herself believes it to be gospel.


Is she correct?

Absolutely not!

Such memes or sayings, assume that it’s about looks, and that is what it boils down to.

Furthermore, I just wish to put you on to something just as important before we continue: women don’t know what the hell they want, and they don’t know why they attract, reject, decline or accept.

Thus, taking a girl’s word on anything related to dating and sex, is akin to taking advice from a virgin male about how to get laid.

If a girl doesn’t reply to your DM inbox message, it has virtually nothing to do with your looks!

Guys, you need to realize that the only how a girl truly blows you out (rejects you) is if you resemble the Predator unmasked, Shrek or the alien from E.T.

Apart from that, your looks hardly will ever come into play when it comes to women.

Here is the truth: when a girl rejects you, or tells you that you aren’t her type, she’s merely rejecting you in the nicest way possible by basing it on type/looks. But it has nothing to do with looks or types.

Looks or “not her type”, is just as excuse to reject you.

If a girl doesn’t reply to your DM inbox message, apart from the general reasons I share about this, it is because of what she sees/reads in profile why she rejects you.

I touched on this in the previous post where I spoke about congruence.

This is what happens when you inbox a girl on social media: before replying to your message, or just after she does reply (if she does), she will browse your wall in order to determine whether you’re worthy of her time or not.

She isn’t looking at your photos in order to arrive at this determination.

I’m not saying she doesn’t check out your photos also. But that is in conjunction with everything else (scanning your posts and statuses).

However, women aren’t exclusively looking at your photos to determine whether to reply to your DM.

What a girl sees in your picture is a huge determining factor on whether she’ll reject you or not. Key words, “what she sees”, and not how you look as far as the physical composition of your face.

Therefore, if your photos are shitty, or they depict some lame shit such as you being at home playing Xbox: then she will decline to reply to your message!

Your photos ought to be high value: funny, fun, interesting and thought-provoking. And this is all in the caption on the photo and how interesting the caption is.

In any case, don’t be mislead (by women) into believing that women look at your profile pic, perceive that you’re ugly, then reject you or decline to reply to your message.

Again- unless you share resemblance with Shrek, or some sort of gobbling, then looks aren’t enough to blow you out.

What blows you out online (and in person) is your lack of game/charms, and your inability to convey high-value stuff via your social-media posts.
It has just become so cliche for girls to say looks matter, that guys out there continually fall for the hoax.

Sparking Instant Attraction Through Forward & Sexual Game [Screenshots From July 8th 2016]

What’s up fellow seducers, another insightful post on gaming a random hottie on social media, getting her instantly attracted and wanting to bang you ASAP!

This interaction goes back few weeks. So let’s get right into it.

The interaction began with a general introduction which we went back and forth on for a bit. I cut the boring talk and went right into my schtick.








By the way, here’s a pic below of said girl. Look @ the rack on her! No wonder I was mesmerized by her juicy-ass tits. 😯




Long story short: this went into a bit of sexting, we exchanged nudies, and as you could see from the last screenshot (above), she attempted to call me through Messenger (on her own volition), however I missed the call.

I decided not to pursue this further to an actual # swap and meetup because I had tons of other new pulls in the pipeline. So it didn’t make any actual sense to pick up this girl who was clearly DTF for me, when I couldn’t realistically fit her into my busy schedule of meet ups, since I already had numerous girls prioritized on my proverbial hit list.

In any case, what I want to emphasize to you here, is how easy it is to go from 1 to 100 within a heartbeat, to creating instant attraction with a random hottie.

The chat started off as normal as possible, with a lame-ass introduction on my part.

I didn’t even intend to game, nor to attract this girl.

However, I just decided to turn on the forwardness in a charmful manner, then took it from there with my usual classic schtick of getting girls pregnant, etc.

By now, you’ve seen tons and tons of Facebook pickups where I game/charm girls on the basis of telling them I want to knock them up.

Who would’ve ever thought that telling a random stranger during the first few seconds of chatting, that you wanted her to have your babies, would become a winning routine as far attraction building goes?

Furthermore, you knew she became DTF and was open to meeting up with me, once she asked me, “where you stay”?

On top of that, and to solidify the case that she REALLY became attracted to me [my vibe, not my looks]: she rang me upon her own free will.

I never told her to call me through Messenger as you had seen in the chat above.

She was dying to talk to me: this random guy who managed to get her hooked within minutes of conversation…online!

Powerful shit!

Most guys would beg a girl to allow them to call her via Messenger. Or most guys would flat out, cold-call the girl in annoying fashion, and get rejected and blocked within a heartbeat.

However, I don’t even have to take that route of asking or begging a girl to allow me to call her.

They take it upon themselves- 75% of the time- to randomly ring me. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

This all boils down to my method of sparking instant attraction through a combination of forwardness, sexualness and humor.

Humor (being humorous and funny) negates potential blowback from coming on (too) sexual.

Most guys get in trouble (as far as toeing the line of rejection when chatting up a stranger online), when they are sexual without the humor.

Instead of coming across as sexual, they inadvertently come off as creepy.

Now, not that you have to use humor at all, since I often times use a heavy sexual vibe in an ultra-serious tone.

However, whether you make a good or bad impression, all lies in the sub-communications: meaning the things that you aren’t saying, but are working in the background.

For instance: are you generally a congruent guy with women?

Women can judge this just by the way you come off with them.

You don’t verbally communicate congruence. It is 1 of those auxiliary things running in the background, that can either make or break your chances with lots of women.

Not to belabor the point, but when trying to get laid from social media, your profile matters, in the sense that your posts, views and ideas matter!

I promised to have put together by now, a free document on pimping out your Facebook profile. Not in the sense of transforming your profile into something flashy. Rather something interesting and attractive.

Listen- when guys hear the adjective “attractive”, they instantly misunderstand what is being conveyed, and they think “looks” and outer appearances.

Having an attractive profile simply boils down to your posts and interests!

You can either repel women or attract women by the stuff you share.

Therefore, while you’re thinking that it’s just about having game with women online, and that alone will get you to pussy paradise, you’re neglecting to take into account that after you would’ve chatted up and gotten the phone # of a girl on Facebook for instance, that girl (if she hadn’t already) will dig through your timeline in order to get a sense of whether you’re congruent or full of shit.

If and when she browses your profile and finds shit like, “I’m bored to death and feeling lonely. Do someone wants to hang out with me”? You are DONE!!!!

A sexual man who comes off as someone who has women in his life, shouldn’t be on social media begging ppl (girls) to want to hang out.

There’s a natural and inherent discrepancy and incongruence there!

What are you!?

Are you really the guy who charmed her to death via inbox. Or the loser guy who posts all sorts of low-value AFC shit to his timeline?

This is what the girl says to herself.

Saying all that to say; your profile, when picking up girls online, ought to reflect the lifestyle of someone who is sex-worthy, sexual, forward, free-spirited, etc.

Chicks just don’t dig me because of my ballsy style once I hit their PM box.

They get attracted even more, once they realize that I am really that guy…at least I present myself to be that guy on social media.

It is for this reason why women desperately chase me online [apart from the game aspect].

In any case, I’ll try to get that complimentary product out as soon as possibly (Pimpin’ my Facebook).

In the meantime, you can purchase the easy guide to picking up girls on Facebook, at the link below.

When You Have Options With Women; This Happens [Abundance Mentality In PUA]

Facebook status below:

When chick I picked up on Facebook hits me up wondering why I haven’t contacted her in a while (weeks), after we were supposed to “Netflix & Chill” @ my place a few weeks back. Frankly, I’m so busy doing lots of other shit- like gaming all sorts of girls and partying- it’s hard for me to keep up with date and meet-up promises with girls I meet online. Additionally, no matter how hot the girl is; when you have options of girls to choose from, no 1 girl becomes important. I literally pick up girls up today (get their #), set up a so-called date 3 days later, then totally forget I’d even met that chick to begin with. Moreover, it’s a powerful feeling when you can brush girls off and reschedule for a later time.

[Her messages in gray…from earlier today]


Powerful stuff for an average-looking dude like myself to pull off, right?

Managing to have/make hot girls chase you, is as much as depended on the options you have: whether you have or don’t have.

If you’ve been following my blog for- a week at least- it would’ve been abundantly clear to see that I game and pick up lots of women on various media: clubs, bars, streets, while working, commuting, online, Facebook, social media sites, you fucking name it! There is no shortage of women for me to game.

With that, many girls and so-called dates, regularly slip through the cracks.

As I mentioned in the quotationed FB status above: I’m liable of picking up a hottie today (exchange #’s), get her to fully commit to coming by my apartment 3 days later, then completely forget that I had even set up a rendezvous with that girl.

Not that I’m so prone to frivolity and forgetfulness. But I simply have too much options in women from which to choose.

These options didn’t just magically manifest themselves neither, as you AFC’s are likely to surmise as some sort of twisted excuse for why you suck.

I create my options by maximizing shit.

It’s all a #’s game!

The more women you hit on and ultimately pick up, logics would have it that you would’ve generated more leads, more options, more dates, more sex, etc.

Quite an elementary process if you ask me: get more girls [abundance mentality] and you’ll have more girls chase you like this hottie chasing me to meet up.

Lastly, I also want you to really take note of how this chick is dying for my attention and approval, when she mentions uploading a pic, but didn’t realize me giving her a like.

Powerful shit huh?

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Pulled Home With 5 British Hotties Saturday Morning From The Bar: Friday Night Field Report [PUA Bar Game]

Having gotten my smartphone to come alive again, I unplugged it at about 76%, stuffed it into my pockets and hit the bar for some night game.

I toted along with me a bottle of Jelzin Vodka liqueur which I was drinking prior to leaving my apartment.


Unsure of whether I could enter the establishment with a bottle of alcohol which I purchased elsewhere, I stayed outside of the bar and slowly sipped on the sweet liqueur while scoping out some prospects.

Within no time, I felt buzzed.

Contrary to popular belief, alcohol doesn’t give me courage whereas I become emboldened to game chicks.

Lots of guys have to drink and get hammered to approach and game.

I on the other hand as a master seducer, alcohol kills my game, included my ability to masterfully lead and work out logistics for a pull. So whenever I drink and I feel that buzzed sensation, it is usually my cue to stop; especially if I intend to take someone home.

I made my way to the counter, ordered some hot wings and an energy drink.

I approached my 1st target of the night, a super-thin chick in a skimpy-black dress. She bolted as I reached out to stop her.

She says to the guy who was with her, “that guy’s trying to talk to me”!

The guy said, “So! What you expect me to do”!?

The chick kept running from me (somewhat playfully) so I rolled off with a sly smile on my face.

Never take so-called rejections to heart!

Embrace that lesson! Take it with a sly smile and move on!

Although I never need to warm up aka “get in state” before approaching meaningful sets, in essence, I was just warming up my social muscles.

Bear in mind also, it was about 9:30 PM, so it was very early. A concept that I’ve since incorporated into my game is that of the infamous pickup coach, Julien Blanc, who taught that early during the night, your sets should just be fuck-around sets.

In other words: just act like a jackass and have fun if it’s early.

Why? Chances are, you are not going to be able to take a girl home early in the night. So instead of gaming girls meaningfully before 12 am, you should have a fuck-around attitude whereas you don’t take any girl seriously as far as trying to take any girl home.

When I first came across that piece of insight many years ago from a Julien video, I mocked it as foolish and backwards.

Years later, I see its practicality.

Hence, last night, every chick I chatted up before 12 am, was in a non-pull type of manner.

I was dicking around for the most part.

By 10 o’clock, the venue was packed like sardines. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a sausage fest.

There was this sexy girl standing beside the entrance, dancing next to 4 other girls who seemed like they were all together.

I approached indirectly, as though I was heading out of the venue, then I turned:

Me: “Hey, I just wanna inform you that by the time the night is over, we are gonna be dancing like lovers into the morning”.

She smiled and laughed.

Just the reaction I wanted.

Me: “Mark it on your to-do-list”.

I then rolled off after placing my hand on her shoulder as if to say, “take care”.

I went back to the bar counter and began eye-fucking her from about 20 yards away.

Shortly afterwards, a very thin chick appears and grabbed a seat in the loungy area.

I immediately approached:

Me: “Hey, I think I remember your face from last weekend. We almost kissed”.

She had a super-shocked expression on her face with mouth gaped wide open as if to say, “Me”!!!!?

Girl: “It wasn’t me”!

Me: “Oh really. Why you had to say it like that. I didn’t realize I was that ugly”!

She laughs.

Girl: “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t here last weekend”.

Me: “Cool. But I notice you eye-fucking from across the bar. That’s not a nice thing to do, so that’s why I had to approach you”.

She laughs with the usual and expected shocked expression.

We chatted a bit more then I rolled off.

Guys- here’s another note- whenever running bar/club game: always fucking roll off!

Here’s a field-report article I posted back in 2011, which shows that the “roll off” was and is a huge part of my PUA method.

Last night’s club observation (2011)

You don’t want to give the girl the scary impression that you’re going to pester her all night.

You do this later in the night. But while it’s early, you approach, say your bit, charm her up then roll the fuck off!

You will always see her again during the night.

Most guys make the mistake of trying to lock in ASAP.

I went to lean up against the wall [a sin in game] for a bit.

A chick walks by.

As I went to step to approach in order to open her with a comment/observation on her tattoo, some clown dude stepped in between us, and inadvertently blocked me off from the girl.

Approach botched.

I was going to tell her that she has a kick-ass tatt. Charm her a bit then roll off.

There was this girl from a 2-set who kept eye-fucking me as she saunters by, looking at me in a snarky way and sucking her teeth as we locked eyes.

This is a great sign by the way.

I followed her in order to open, and to possibly dance wit her (though I can’t dance for shit), but it was so packed in there, I lost her in the mix.


Turned around and there she was smiling at me as if it were a game of cat-and-mouse.

I pursued, grabbed her by the hand, she gives in:

Me: “Why the fuck are you checking me out! Didn’t your mother teach you manners”!

She laughs and yells in my ear:

Girl: “Fuck you”!

Me: “You don’t want a real man. That’s why you’re afraid of me”!

Note: just talk shit! Talk gibberish!

Guys, you need to realize that nothing said in the bar/club should be weighty and serious.

Fuck around!

Say all sorts of nonsensical BS!

Women love it!

Again- guys make the crucial mistake during night game particularly- of logicking girls to frikkin’ death by talking about logical, rational, mundane and boring shit: work, school, siblings, life, etc!

“No, No, No”!!!!

Logics don’t work with women!

Logics and logical facts are the antithesis of attractive to women.

Also bear in mind that in the bar and nightclubs, women are inebriated.

They are drinking! Hence, nothing you say of logics holds weight to women!

You have a girl drinking, dancing and looking to hit buying temperature, yet here you, Mr AFC, coming along, talking about, “so where did you go to school”?

“GTFOH dude”!

Nothing said inside of a bar should make sense!

Just ramble about anything stupid!

Talk shit as you see me doing!

Women aren’t going to be weirded out and get turned off! They will get turned off once you approach asking interview-type chode questions like, “So what’s you name? Are you from around here”?

Anywho, I rolled off as per my routine.

I bumped into her again, but this time dancing with some guy whom she apparently knows.

She reaches out to me with her hand:

Girl: “Hey you”!

I can’t quite remember her entire comment.

Me: “Who told you you could dance? You can’t”!

Obviously I said this playfully.

Whenever being a dick, remember to do it with a smile. πŸ˜‰

Girl: “Shut up! I can dance better than you”!

She gives me the hand to the face (playfully).

I rolled off again.

Another note: rolling off the way that I do, indicates (strategically):

1.) It tells the girl that I am NOT desperate

2.) It tells the girl that I am NOT a stalker

3.) It tells the girl that I possibly have options

Therefore, rolling off has no downside except while pulling and trying to get the girl home.

What do most guys do from the contrary? They stay right there with drink in hand, watching the girl like they’re lost for words and don’t know what to say next.

Shit gets awkward because of that, and most guys are DONE! They kill their chances/first impression within 1 swoop.

Anyway, some time goes by, and I ran across the girl in the 4 set which was dancing by the entrance.

This time, she was on her way to order something from the bar.

Me: “Hey, hey, hey, where you going already”!

I said to her dominantly yet playfully with my arms out, as if I were trying to bar her from going forward.

Most guys don’t do this. They ultra-passively and meekly try to get the girl’s attention, hoping she’d notice them and stop. πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Note: music, noise, lights, alcohol and lots of people.

How the heck do you expect to get a girl’s attention while your demeanor and comportment are that of a low-energied Ben Carson !?

To take it further with politics analogy: you have to become Donald Trumpish when trying to get girls to focus on you in such a venue.

By “Trump-like”, I mean loud, expressive and animated.

If a girl walks by you in the venue, being monotone in your voice, and low energy, won’t avail you 1 bit.

Hence the reason I jumped in front of the girl with my 2 arms stretched out as if to stop her, while I slightly gave way so that she can get closer to me.

As she got closer, I strategically put a hand on her shoulder to bring her to a halt, so that I can reiterate what I said:

“Where do you think you’re going young lady”?

Girl: “To the bar to buy a drink”.

Me: “Oh! Let’s go”!

I took her arm and led her to the bar counter while she gave an expression which said, “What is going on here? I don’t even know this guy”!

Me: “What do you want, a cocktail”?

Girl: “No. I’m gonna buy just a water”.

She zips her purse open as if to retrieve some cash.

Me: “Yo, yo, you! I got this”!

Girl: “You’re gonna pay for the water”?

Me: “Yea. Bartender, give this young lady a bottle of water. I’m paying”.

She grabbed her water, said thanks and went back to her friends.

Now, why did I do that, essentially breaking the #1 rule of pickup (“don’t buy girls drinks”)?

1.) Buying a girl a drink won’t blow me out at all

2.) I wasn’t trying to buy the girl via the drink

Listen, the reason why most guys blow themselves out whenever they buy girls drinks, is the sub-communication, and the other aspects surrounding the interaction.

Guys would buy the girl a drink as a way to buy conversation.

This isn’t just low value, but it’s sneaky in the most obvious way.

Whenever I buy a girl a drink- which I don’t do- there is no discernible catch!

I buy and let her go!

I don’t buy and then trail behind of her like a lap-dog, expecting a goddamn treat via convo!

Surely I want something. But I will go about it indirectly, in order to avoid a stigmatic backlash.

Okay, so the chick went back to her friends and I dicked around some more in the jam-packed bar.

A while later, while standing around outside, I overheard a bunch of British accents to my right.

I didn’t think much of it, so I went back inside.

Again, I ran into the chick for whom I’d bought the drink.

Since it was already 12 am, it was that time to throw down some real game, in hopes of seeding a pull.

The girl whom I’d bought the water for ,I bumped into her again, so I took that opportunity to try to pull her.

Long story short: we chatted and flirted for about 5 minutes before exchanging numbers.

I texted her right away.

My plan was to try to see if I could extract her to the outside of the venue, sans her friends.

Generally, it’s a terrible idea to number close a bar/club girl since she won’t quite take to you…once the alcohol has worn off the following day.

I rolled the dice anyway because I had all intentions to contact her right away to see if it was possible to pull.

It was a mammoth task indeed, since she wasn’t alone, but with 3 other girls and a gay guy.

An additional good thing working for me was that she’s sober, having drunk only water for the night. So I won’t have to deal with a sloppy girl with the attention span of an ant due to inebriation.

Through text, I managed to get her to go outside.

However, the gay guy- her friend- shortly joined her as she was waiting around on a bench outside the bar.


Her gay friend’s now operating as an indirect cock-blocking obstacle.

Here’s the chat @ that very moment [my texts in green]


I went back inside of the venue to burn some time before finding more feasible logistics with the girl.

As I was waiting around, I decided to chat up a group of British girl, a 5 set, that was standing around having cocktails.

After about 2 minutes, I selected my target by focusing on 1 girl.

Since the temperature was sweltering inside the venue, they all decided to go outside and sit on some benches…so I went with them.

I was locked-in with the British girl whom I was trying to seduce.

As a sidebar joke, I said to the other 4 girls (and 1 guy): “Hey, ***** is now my new wife”.

They all burst out laughing and congratulated us on the marriage, while asking why they never received invitation.

All the while, I was trying to isolate her from the group in order to get romantic and physical since the flirting was on high.

Me: “Can I borrow my wife for a second”? I said to the group.

“Sure! She’s your wife”! They exclaimed.

That’s all I wanted to hear: consent.

I said to her, “C’mon”. I motioned with my head and hand for us to go in back of an SUV which was parked just about 5 yards behind of us.

We moved and immediately started to make out.

We paused for a selfie intermission.


For some reason, I just wanted my tongue lodged down a girl’s throat last night.

Lesson here: Go for it!

Don’t waste time pussy-footing when it’s crunch time!

I began to caress her juicy British thighs as she stood in front of me with her ass pressed up against my crotch.

I got a message from the girl whom I was texting minutes earlier: the girl whom I bought the water for.

She wanted to know where I was…though I told her in front of a blu van…but that was how long ago.

I quickly dismissed the water girl since her logistics were more challenging for the SNL (Same-Night Lay) pull. So I threw my phone back into my pocket and commenced the romancing with this Brit stranger whom I’d just met about 10 minutes prior.

Her friends, the other 4 girls, said that they were going back inside of the venue, but I encouraged my chick to stay out with me a bit longer.

Her friends hesitantly relented as I said to them, “I won’t kidnap her. I’ll keep her safe for sure”.

As her friends went inside, we continued.

I wanted her to give me a handjob right then and there, but cars kept passing as we were exposed to a busy-ass street.

In any case, she kept playfully grabbing my cock to see if I was hard.

She wanted to go back inside to grab a cocktail [no pun intended] and dance with me.

I wasn’t quite up for it.

All I wanted to do was to shag down at that point. We eventually went back inside, she grabs a $10 drink which she paid for herself.

We goofed around and danced a bit.

Her girlfriends, the 4 of them, including a guy whom appeared to have come with them, were seated sipping drinks and watching some music videos on the jumbo monitor.

A while after, the Brits decided to go back outside to sit on the benches, so we went with them.

At that very moment, we were taking selfies and shit, so I had my phone out just in case.

We were acting naughty as hell.

Here’s a darkened video from when the girls were being naughty and I told them all to behave.

Sitting around for a bit, the girls became tired I assumed (it was approaching 2 AM).

Plus they all had an early morning flight to catch back to England.

They haven’t even packed they said.

This was perfect in my opinion: we can all leave…together. πŸ˜‰

The girls said their farewells to some other girl(s) whom they’d met throughout the night.

This darkened video is also from that moment while we all walked back to their temporary pad.

As usual, some AFC gathers balls at the last second and decides to try to offer us a ride, as a last-ditch effort to tag along and get some action…or cock-block.


Five girls, 1 guy, included myself as the only stranger.

How powerful was that, that I didn’t even know any of them: not even my target.

What does this show, apart from huge balls and logistical skills on my part?

It shows that once you lock in at the right moment of the night, you can plant yourself into the set, and get to go home with the girl(s).

Moreover, most guys don’t get to take girls home because they don’t try.

That is not even in their reality (to pull), so it rarely ever happens unless the girl suggests…which isn’t too often.

However, as an experienced seductionist, I knew what I wanted, and what I had to do in order to achieve this.

The remainder of the morning was capped off perfectly πŸ˜‰ .

We never even bothered to exchange #’s and shit.

Why not!?

This chick is back in the UK right now. So why would I even bother to # close her?

I don’t even remember her name honestly.

Here’s 1 of the group photos we took last night outside of the bar.

My target and I on the far right

What is the grand lesson here that you should take away from this article?

β€’Have fun and screw around

β€’Take nothing seriously early during the night

β€’Chat to numerous girls in the venue in order to create a bubble of leads

β€’Actively look to pull later during the night

Lastly, lead, suggest and don’t just be a statue hoping to be taken along at the end of the night.

Act as though you are part of the clique just as I did!

These girls didn’t know me from a hole in the wall. But I gave off the vibe as though we were roomies.

I leave you with a video I put together not long ago, about pulling from the bars and nightclubs.

Phone Crashed…Missed Out On Lay Because Of It

Tuesday night, I set up a rendezvous for the Wednesday evening with an HB whom I’d picked up on Facebook a day or so prior.

The sex was as sure as the sun rising tomorrow.

The Wednesday morning, we worked out some of the particulars and the logistics for Wednesday night’s Netflix & Chill session.

By Wednesday noonday, I got home from work, went to lie down while posting my usual button-pushing stuff to social media.

About 2 PM, I put my Android smartphone to charge since it was on 6%.

Out of curiosity, I decided to check how fast (or slow) the phone was charging. It went from 6% to 3% in no time…while charging.

That seemed really odd.

I didn’t think anything big of it since I was using the phone while it charged for the most part. However, it’d usually stay stable if the charge percentage doesn’t go up. But to have it go from 6% to 3% in 5 minutes- while charging- that was anomalous.

In hindsight, what I should’ve done was to shut the phone off and to put it to charge instead of leaving it on.

In any case, I dozed off shortly thereafter while the phone charge.

I caught myself about an hour later (perhaps 3 PM) and decided to grab the phone just to see how many percentage in charge it had accumulated.


The phone was blank: dead!

I tried powering it on to no avail!

I couldn’t get the phone to come on!

I jumped up in a mini panic, fearing that the worst might have happened: a drained batter, bad battery or phone crash.

The charger cable seemed pretty fine to me since I never had any shortage issues.

To test it (the charger cable) to verify that it was working properly, I grabbed my Sony mp3 Walkman, plugged it up, and it immediately charged without a hiccup.

I twisted and turned the cord in all sorts of contortions just to see if it would short out.

It didn’t!

Hence, the charger, it’s cable and the head, were all fine! But it just wasn’t charging my smartphone!

I began to panic upon the realization that the charger was in fine condition since it was charging my MP3 player.


I tried everything in hopes of getting it to come on!

I figured that the battery was drained dry. But even when the phone goes dead on me whenever I fail to charge it, as soon as I plug it up, the charger indicator pops up on the screen, showing the wave and lightning with the percentage amount, indicative of the fact that the smartphone’s charging.

This time however- the Wednesday afternoon- nothing was happening on the phone’s display.

I then put the phone to charge for about 3 hours while running some later minute errands.

I got back home and expected to meet, if not a fully charged phone, at least one that was charging.

I hurried to retrieve it.

Took a look: NOTHING but a blank screen and the phone was ice cold…which meant that it wasn’t charging at all.

Panic mode went from 10 to 200 in a fucking heartbeat!

What freaked me out mostly, wasn’t the fact that the phone may have died- a new phone might I add (I haven’t had it 4 months yet), but that I didn’t have a 2nd phone whereas I could pop the SIM into it, and use it in the meantime.

Thus, how is it even possible to meet up with this chick @ her place later (Wednesday evening) if I can’t retrieve her phone number and contact info from my phone?

For crying out loud, I don’t even know this chick’s name off hand, neither did I bother to grab her address as yet, since I had no reason to believe that my phone would’ve crashed period, let alone that day.

Be as it may, I was livid as the evening rapidly approached.

I were to go over by this chick’s place between 7 and 7:30 PM in order to Netflix and chill . And here it is: 6:30 PM, phone won't charge, so there's no way to get in contact with this girl.

For all I know, the chick was trying to reach me but couldn't.

Seven thirty came and went, I wasn't able to see the girl, hence a sure lay slipped out of my hands just like that, due to my brand-new smartphone crashing.

As I write this post, it is now Friday evening. Thursday came and went, my phone was dead as a door nail still.

The girl was probably wondering what the hell happened Wednesday into Thursday.

I tried absolutely everything to get my phone to power on.

I put the phone itself in the freezer, as 1 of 12 personal tips I read on an online forum. 😦

I phoned some chick and she told me to put the phone in the microwave for approximately 4 seconds.

Although I was desperate and willing to try any damn thing, I was hesitant as fuck to attempt the microwave tip, fearing the phone and microwave would've exploded.

The entire Thursday, from 6 am until, was spent trying everything.

I ran up and down the town looking for a charger specific to the Android smartphone 6.0 model I have.

Since I wasn't using a charger which came with the phone [thanks to my 6 year old son who demolished the original charger], I asked every person I know if he-she had a Blu Android phone.

Everyone said no but a coworker of mines.

Sensing that perhaps the phone wasn't charging because I was using a charger cable which wasn't specific to the phone's brand, I finally got my hands on an Android Blu charger which was loaned to me by a coworker.

Plugged it up: NOTHING!


I stopped by the workplace of a girl whom I was banging. As we chatted, I mentioned my phone situation as to why she hadn't been able to reach me.

Surprisingly, she has the same brand and model of phone. She said that the same thing happened to hers, and it's a glitch with the model, and hers didn't charge for like 2-3 days before it did. So she told me to give it 2-3 days and it will charge again as normal.

Got home from work the Thursday midday and put the phone to charge, knowing it wouldn't charge.

I was so down that I didn't bother to hit up the bar Thursday night as a routine of mines for karaoke.

I just wasn't in the spirit.

I left the phone plugged up Thursday night as I slept into the morning, hoping that as I woke, the phone would miraculously be charged.

I arose and "bam"- nada!

Dead and cold as a door nail!

No charge! No life!

The first time in my life as an adult male I felt like breaking down in tears.

I was torn between 2 emotions and 2 extremes.

I wanted to smash the phone into the fucking wall!

I didn't even feel like going to work. Something told me to call in sick just to stay home in bed and cry like a baby.

I said to myself, "Fuck it! Don't even call in sick. Just don't show up. If I get fired; I get fired"!

Calmer heads prevailed and I decided to go to work...but late.

However, I had no intention to do any work. I was to show my face then bounce.

As I got into the office, I searched the directory for any number to a place which deals with electronic and mobile-phone repairs.

Not much luck.

I asked around and was given the phone number to a few individuals who owned electronic-repair shops.

Before doing all of that- sending my phone to get repaired- I wanted to try to open the phone myself, and to remove the built-in battery to then sort something out.

None of the screwdrivers in my apartment was of a small size, so I made my way to a hardware store which is owned by a young Syrian guy from the town of Hama, Syria.

I amazed him with the fact that I am fluent in Arabic (Lebanese and Syrian dialects), so we instantly clicked. Instead of having me buy the screwdriver kit with different size of heads, he opened the kit just to retrieve a screwdriver and tip, in order to try to screw out the small screws under the hood of the smartphone.

He tried every screwdriver and head...but no fucking luck! How come? I ruined the screw heads by using a knife at home to try to unscrew the screws. 😦 😦 Thus, the Syrian guy, though he tried his best to help me at no cost, wasn't able to help me get the phone open.

He encouraged me to take it to a repair shop down the block, and that he will personally recommend the repair guy [a Lebanese] to do it for me free of cost.

I considered but still wanted to go it alone.

I spent the entire Friday noonday up until 4:45 PM, trying to hack out the built-in battery, without actually puncturing the lithium battery pack.

I jabbed and poked, sliced and clipped with everything from a kitchen knife, scissors to a fingernail clip.

An hour elapsed and I was unsuccessful in excavating the built-in battery.

Mightily frustrated, I took the phone and whacked it across the leg of an iron leg, hoping to somehow wake up the phone.

Plugged it in: no life! No indication of the phone being charged.

Unplugged it after 10 minutes and went back to trying to hack the back of the phone open to get to the battery.

With the scissors, I was trying my best not to puncture the battery. But out of sheer frustration and anger- I said "Fuck it"- and I rammed the scissors through a small incision that I managed to make, not giving a fuck if the battery pack got punctured straight through.

As I yanked the scissors out of the stabbed area, the entire thick-aluminum back which covered the built-in batter, flew off!


I rejoiced internally!

Finally, there's the battery!

What I wanted to do ultimately, was a battery pull.

With most phones, once you experience charging or freezing issues, simply removing and re-inserting the battery will cause the phone to re-boot as normal.

Since this battery is built-in; there's no way to accomplish this battery pull unless one would've gotten out the battery I did.

I was shocked to find out however, that although I was able to finally get to the battery, it still was NOT removable!

What I mean is, 3 wires were attached to the battery, which ran to the charging port. And they are not disconnectable. 😦

I had 2 choices: cut the fucking wire(s) then reconnect them [an impossibility due to their lack of length]. Or...- well- there was only that 1 option.

I knew that the issue was not the charging port because the battery was charging before it initially died Wednesday. So the battery was the culprit. But I had no way to disconnect the battery except to clip the 3 colored wires which aren't re-attachable.

"All this for nothing": I said to myself.

Before smashing it into the wall, which I had all intentions to do at the very moment, I said to myself, "Lemme give it 1 last try".

With the battery dangling out by the 3 thin wires, I plugged in the charging cable, closed my eyes and turned the phone around to see its face.



"It's charging"!

Finally! After 2 fucking days of lifelessness, having the phone plugged up for overnight to no avail, it finally began to charge about 5:50 PM, yesterday (Friday) evening.

I was ecstatic out of this world. But I was afraid to release the phone, fearing that perhaps there's a short/cut in 1 of the wires leading to the battery. So if I were to put the phone down, perhaps the battery would short out, and everything ruined again.

In the same position which I was able to maintain a charge, I gently laid the phone on the edge of the bed, pressed the power button just to see if it was still charging.

It was still charging!

I was elated!!!

Here's an actual photo I took at the instance with an old mp3 player I had laying around.


Twenty minutes later, I checked back to see how far the charging went.

Was still on 0%.

"Shit"! I began panicking again, sensing that the battery was probably damaged somehow, hence the reason why it was still on 0% after 20 minutes!

I was able to breathe a breath of fresh air a few minutes later, as it went to 1%, 2% then 3% and climbing gradually.

Anxious to get this over with, I had to go for a walk, or else I would sit right there watching the phone charge by the second...and probably jinxed something.

I took a quick shower and went up the bloc to grab me something to eat.

On my neighbor's bicycle, I rode back home about an hour and a half later to meet the phone still charging. But this time, it was up to 78%. πŸ™‚

What a relief!

I was smiling again; something which I hadn't done within the last 2-3 days.

I was totally stressed out and in a melancholic rut.

It was so bad that I didn't even want to see my girlfriend, nor was I able to eat for those 2 days.

Additionally, if you had e-mailed me since Wednesday but didn't get a reply by now: you now know why...[apologies].

In the grand scheme of things; I don't know what the hell happened.

I knew for certain that I drained the battery to its last drip. And perhaps it needed a few days of charging (or rest) in order to build up a charge since it was so drained.

Or perhaps from tampering with the battery wires, I was able to perform a battery pull (soft reset).

As for the netflix and chill meetup I had planned with the girl on Wednesday night, I quickly forgot about that, as I was more concerned with getting my smartphone back to life.

Had I failed to get the phone charging again, Friday night would've been spent in my bed, sobbing with a bowl of ice cream...though I doubt I would've had the appetite to eat for the 3rd day in succession.

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