Field Report From The Nightclub: DTF Brit Cougar + How To Work A 2-Set [Friday 09-09-2016]

Made my way to the nightclub around 11:30, grabbed myself a mixed drink which was so overpowering, that I had to beg the bartender to water it down.

Spotted 2 ladies walking towards the exit: 1 of which passed my proverbial boner-test.

Me: “Hey girls, I know y’all not leaving already”!!

Brits: “No! We’re just looking some fresh air. It’s hot in there”!

Me: “But it’s an open-air venue. Maybe the breeze is blocked off somehow”!

They giggled and laughed @ my hilarity.

I immediately locked eyes seductively with my target, while paying some attention (verbal) to the other girl of the 2 set.

Me: “Y’all know how to party are dance”!?

Brits: “Yea! But it’s too hot inside to dance…so when we cool down and go back in! Can you dance”?

My target asked me, indicating that she’s keen on me from the way I looked at her.

Me: “Hell yea! But I don’t mine you showing me some moves”.

At this point, the other girl was sorta standing there with her drink in her hand all lonely, so as a master seducer, I engage her every other second just to make her feel inclusive.

This is an art and 1 of the fundamentals of dealing with a 2 set.

You can’t just talk to the girl whom you like, while (completely) ignoring her friend.

Not only will her friend feel awkward and bored, but she’ll also feel alienated and left out, and she will then pull the plug on the entire set by saying to your target, “Let’s go back inside”!


Set ruined!

Hence, you always want to acknowledge the other people in the group! If it’s 2 girls: don’t just chat to the 1 you like! You have to share the attention!

That is exactly what I did last night from the get-go.

I didn’t even approach my target upon the approach.

I addressed her friend (verbally, while looking at my target seductively and sexually.

Therefore, I kept my tone and vibe neutral (yet humorous) with the friend, while flirty with my target.

Also, I strategically traded comments between the 2 of them, just so her friend feels included. So whenever I would say something to my target, and she answers me, I would thing switch things over to her friend and ask her something or charm her a bit and make her laugh.

That is how you work a 2 set.

Me: “By the way, I didn’t get your name”

They both introduced themselves by name.

I then used my favorite gambit on my target, whenever a girl tells me her name:

Me: “What!? You look more like a Jessica”!

Target: “What! Kidding! Why!? You are something else”!!

She said with a strong British accent while tapping her friend and telling her that I said she looked like a Jessica.

Me: “Girls with your name are very spontaneous. I like that”.

Target: “How did you know we are spontaneous you witty fellow”?

Me: “I’m psychic. It’s 1 of my secret abilities that I can reveal to you right now”.

She laughed hysterically and taps me on the arm: an SOI (Sign Of Interest)…at least in this case.

Target: “So what can’t you reveal to me now”?

Me: “You’re gonna have to find out later”!

Target: “You’re a naughty one aren’t you”!

We flirted hard during these exchanges.

I mean, the sexual energy was so thick you could cut it with a butter-knife!

Here’s a quick pointer about “Pecking”, which I mentioned recently.

Whenever you’re in a loud setting and the girl gets right up in your ears while saying something, it should tell you 2 key things:

1.) She really wants to ensure that you hear her

2.) The fact that she wants to ensure that you hear her, means that on some level; she gives a shit about your value

If a girl at the club, for example, isn’t interested in conversing, there will be no reason for her to want to lean in and peck. She won’t do it in fact. She would just remain at 1 stationary position (or back up) while murmuring whatever it is she has to say. If you hear her: you hear her. If you don’t; tough luck!

With that, I want you to bear that in mind the next time you’re running club game: if the girl pecks (leans in to hear or speak); take it as an IOI (Indication Of Interesting). Otherwise, she would not have cared to lean in if she was repulsed by you (IOD: Indicator of Disinterest).

Our flirty and spontaneous chat in the courtyard of the venue continued.

Target: “So what do you do for a living”?

This question sort of threw me off guard. We’re at the club, and you’re asking me about work?

If you recall, in a recent post, I spoke about deflecting questions about your work (particularly if it isn’t interesting). I deflected it and then said something among the lines of, “If I tell you…you’ll think I’m a little pig”.

As expected, she laughs hysterically.

At that moment, we were squarely facing each other about 2 feet and 3-quarters feet apart: close enough to feel the sexual tension, and far enough to not arise any awkward tension.

We paused for a brief second and stared at each other seductively.

Me: “You are so fucking hot and seductive. You’re tempting me badly”!

Now, I generally never tell girls that their hot. But in person, you can totally get away with this as long as the vibe warrants it.

Me: “You’re getting me turned on right now”!

Girl: 😆 “Really! Maybe you should do something about it then”!

I got closer to her and looked right down at her boobs.

Me: “Oh- sorry! Sorry for staring at your breasts”!

Girl: “Why sorry”?

Clearly you know that I wasn’t sorry for checking out her tits. I just said/did that in order to heighten the sexual tension though it was already out the roof!

After a bit of this, I end up #-closing (got her home #) and promised to see her inside the venue for a dance.

Typically, it’d be a not-so-good idea to grab a girl’s # in the nightclub since they are liable to forget who you are after the smoke clears (or the alcohol). But I took a gamble anyway.

My intention was to see her again in a bit, perhaps to dance and even more.

About 30 minutes later while twirling around the club, I spotted her friend.

Me: “Hey, where’s your friend”?

She said that her friend (my target) had to be rushed to the hospital because of some slip and fall or something like that.

Generally, I would call bullshit on this. But I did notice an ambulance outside, and I didn’t see my target again for the night. So it seemed plausible.

I end up becoming a bit disheartened that I had such a DTF chick on my radar, but some freak incident ruined those plans.

Mechanics Of The 2-Set

Allow me to conclude this field-report post on the subject of gaming 2 sets, 3 sets, 4 sets, groups, etc.

In the pick-up community, you’re thought of as being a crock of amateur shit, if you’re a PUA who cannot approach and chat up 2 or more girls.

Every budding and up-and-coming PUA is urged to learn how to approach 2 or more girls while picking up the target girl.

Not only is this game on another level, but it separates men from boys.

Not only does it take balls of steel to approach 2 girls or a group of girls (or mixed set: males and females), but it is a delicate move in which to finesse…for newer guys that is.

On average, most guys (PUA’s or non-PUA’s) don’t approach 2 sets. 1 girl is enough to make the average guy royally shit his pants, let alone contemplating the approach of 2 girls.

This begs the question: why even approach 2 girls?

Simple: if there are 2 girls hanging around together and you happen to be attracted to 1 of them, it makes sense to approach rather than lose the girl entirely just because she’s with her friend, mom, etc.

Hence, learning how to approach 2 sets is a logical play in Game.

I’ll write more about this in a future post.

Frpiday-Night Field Report: Many Dicks But Only 1 Chick

Friday-night frolic kicked off early as usual as is always the case for me.

I hit up a lounge spot, grabbed a mixed drink and something to snack on while I asked around about the party later on.

I opened the chick who was standing beside me at the bar counter, asking her if she knew where the action is going to be later that night [it was about 7 PM at that time].

She told me about a talent-show concert thingy to be held just down the bloc from this lounge.

We went on to have a brisk and brief chitchat while drinks were being poured.

I rolled off.

A while later, perhaps a few hours after making some runs around the city, I made my way to the talent-show thing which was held at an open-air nightclub.

The way the venue and its logistics were structured, one didn’t have to enter the club in order to have access to the bars. So I stood outside, electing not to pay the $10 cover charge, but ordered myself a drink from outside.

A fair amount of people was congregating outside also.

After about 1:30 AM, they opened up the gates and no longer took cover charge, so anyone was allowed to enter at will.

“Fuck yea”! 😉

With my lone drink in hand- a terribly tasting mixed drink might I add- I made my way into the venue but paced around near the entrance trying to scope out the sets and lone wolves which were more to my liking.

I overheard a girl few yards away with an American accent so my antennae shot up and locked on like a heat-seeking missile.

On a side note: my cold-approach schtick and vibing work greater on American girls than non-Americans.

Why is this?

I guess because I have more in common with American girls opposed from girls here in the islands who can’t relate on commonalities.

In any case, she was in conversation with some dude who looks like a potential suitor so I waited a bit just to size up the situation some more.

In little or no time, she rolled off towards my way so I stopped her by hand motion and opened.

Can’t remember what the hell I said to her initially but we chatted nevertheless.

Some guy who she probably spoke to earlier in the night, or a guy who had likely bought her a drink, stop and said something to her, so she snipped our conversation to go talk to him.

Side note #2: Here’s the deal with guys who buy girls drinks [assuming he bought her a drink prior]; most guys do so with the sense of “If I buy her a drink, she is now indebted to me”. Hence, he expects the girl to be completely compliant, cordial and nice.

In the drink-buyer’s defense; the girl does become compliant and feels a sense of indebtedness (though to a degree), so she’s likely to give conversation only to the guy who had bought her drinks. But that doesn’t at all mean she will sleep with him (this is rarely ever the case as you would know).

In any case, she steps away to hear what the guy had to say.

For all I knew; they knew each other prior, and this wasn’t a pick-up attempt.

Screw that! I wasn’t gonna chance it! So instead of rolling off like a defeated guy who got AMOG’d, I stood right there and held onto the girls hand while she leaned over to hear what the guy had to say.

There were 2 guys actually.

The reason I held onto the girl was 2 folds:

1.) I wanted to give the guys the impression that this girl and I were already well acquainted and locked-in. So I wasn’t just some random club stranger. 😈

2.) I wanted to make sure the girl knew that I wasn’t just going to roll over, roll off and throw the set. I wanted her to know that I was still in the game.

In such a case where guys external-interrupts another’s set, the interrupted guy would either leave or stay there passively until the girl finishes chatting with the interrupter.

Being passive in such a case is risky because not only could the other guy pull the robbery and whisk the girl away for good, but the girl- under the influence- is liable to forget that she ever spoke to you, and wander off while leaving you standing there like a mannequin in a clothing store.

Therefore, I come to learn that the best play on my part is to interrupt the interrupter, or keep a physical hold on the girl by either holding onto her hand or holding her around the waist or shoulder as she listens to what the interrupter has to say.

Having felt that the interrupter’s conversation had been carrying on too long [perhaps 30 seconds], I yanked the girl by the hand (her palm) and pulled her away.

The guy yells out, “Yo man”!!!!

The girl does nothing but laughs and allows herself to be yanked off by me.

That’s 1 effective way (most effective actually) to handle potential cock-blocks, AMOG’s and guys who interrupt your set: just yank the girl back!

Anyway, so I yanked her (playfully yet dominantly) by the hand, led her towards the exit then threw my free arm around her shoulders then tightly embraced her in a hug while whispering some shit in her ears [I really don’t remember what the hell I said to her].

Whatever it was I said, she laughed and hit me on the shoulder then I rolled off.

Some time went by (perhaps 45 minutes), I spotted her again inside the club. She comes over and playfully hits me in the gut.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.

I said something to her which was cheeky and forward.

This went on for about 2 minutes before we both rolled off again.

A while later, I spotted her again being chatted up by some muscular dude.

I knew this was an attempted pickup just by the looks of it.

As their conversation proceeded, I happened to draw nearer, to the point where I could overhear the conversation.

As suspected; they were total strangers and this was an attempted pickup.

However, what the guy does next made my jaw drop!

In hindsight, such a move should not have been appalling to me since most guys would’ve done it anyway.

What did the guy do?

He bought the girl something to eat and drink from the bar. 😯

Not only did I see this go down with my own 2 fucking eyes, but I overheard him making the offer to buy!

This led me to post the following status to Facebook as this was going down [I usually game while posting to social media 😉 ].


Not only is buying a drink suicide in such a situation, but it is even more damaging to the guy’s chances because he wasn’t at all locked-in!

In other words, the set wasn’t hooked. So buying a drink, let alone food and drink, would’ve been very risky since the set hadn’t hooked yet.

As predicted: the girl took the food and mixed drink, said “thanks” then sayonara (“bye”)!

She sped off!

Epic fail dude!

As the night/Saturday morning chugged along, I gamed a few more girls, although I was hell-bent on taking the New Yorker home.

Problem is [and there were many]: this girl was the hottest in the club, which means she drew the most male attention…which means competition heightens from other males.

By the looks of it, she appeared to be out alone. So at least I wouldn’t have to worry about some pull-blocking bitches (her friends) trying to sabotage the attempted pull.

The guy who’d bought her the drink and food stood by idly while she was chatting with some other dude.

As I was to swoop in again in hopes of isolating this lone wolf: she disappeared into the crowd!


“Oh- there she is”!

I pursued like my life was depended on it but she was just too far for me to catch up!

Yelling out to her would’ve been pointless since the music was blaringly deafening!

“Where the fuck is she going”, I said to myself as I kept up the pursuit!

“Oh no, Oh no, Oh no”!

She hops into a fucking waiting cab and took off!


The post below to Facebook depicts the defeat @ 2AM in my eyes…and the alcohol content.


All in all guys, it is just the way things go in the battlefield called the nightclub.

I love it!

Definitely not every weekend I get to take a chick home, neither should you believe that every weekend will materialize a novel lay. But you get the added benefit of learning how women and men operate in such environment. Hence a better sense of how to traverse that battlefield.

Friday Night Field Report @ The Bar [June 26, 2015]- Girl Recognizes Me From Controversial Youtube Video


I hit the bar Friday night around 7:45, grabbed a bar-stool, ordered myself a plastic cup-to-go of pear Vodka, cranberry juice with a splash of Triple Sec on top.

The spot was pretty much empty but for a drunk guy standing beside me yelling incoherently.

Checked my watch and realized that it was early though it felt latish.

After a while, a sexy fucking chick donned in a red dress took a seat on the stool next to me.

I immediately opened her [struck up a conversation].

She ignored me.


A veteran PUA is never fazed by that.

I kept talking to her [over my shoulder while we sat shoulder to shoulder].

She finally cracked and cracked with a smile while trying to suppress it in order to not appear so easily taken.

My charms worked like a charm on this HB9 with a frosty attitude. 😉

She eventually opened up almost fully within 10 minutes of me doing most of the blabbering and poaching.

She then asked:

“You’re Socialkenny from Youtube, right”?

Me: “Yea. How did you know”?

Girl: “I seen your controversial video about women in g-strings.

Me: “Oh yea? How did that happen”?

Girl: “A friend of mine shared it on Facebook. I thought it was disgusting”!

This led to a long and spirited discourse about my controversial video and the motivation to put such content out there on the web.

Obviously- at least obvious to me- this girl was very much into me…especially upon learning who I was [Socialkenny] and what I teach [pickup].

I was still on my 1st of 2 drinks while this chick had already downed 3 fucking soda-mixed cocktails like they were water! 😯

As a guy who cannot drink for shit: I was both impressed and felt somewhat emasculated that a girl was able to down 3 alcoholic drinks while I was still struggling with just 1. 😦 😦

Anyway, during the chat, I threw in a few sexual spikes:

“Hey, I must be real with you. Your cleavage is fucking tempting me”!

She laughed and looked at me with aa testy smile as if to see whether I would remain congruent or back down.

I stood my ground and reiterated what I said.

It was priceless!

My eyes were primarily zoomed in on her protruding cleavage which were nearly touching my shoulder blade as she turned and talked.

My gaze ran from boobs to lips, boobs to lips, eyes, boobs…

Most guys are too bashful to even peek at a woman’s bust while in conversation let alone stare.

It is thought to be rude and intrusive.

This may appear so, bet here’s the kicker: it is only deemed by women as intrusive and rude if the guy who’s admiring her package isn’t on her level…meaning her social status far exceeds him.

Women only get offended when men who are out of their league try to pass their place.

Hence, as long as you approach girls as though you belong [in her proverbial league], they will regard your advances as justified and normal.

A while later, I ordered another pear-flavored Vodka Absolute cocktail though I wasn’t even half done with the 1st cup.

We flirted sexually and playfully while I fiddled with my smartphone trying to multi-task between checking my FB notifications and gaming this blazing hottie in red.

Me: “Your tits are really tempting. Why couldn’t you wear something less revealing”?

Girl in red: 😆 “Anything I wear reveals my breasts”. 🙂

Some guy came and sat next to us- someone she apparently knows- ordered beers and our conversation flow was interrupted as she chatted with the other guy for a bit.

This totally fucked my situation as the girl was now distracted, forced to engage in convo with the other guy because they know each other.

I remained cool as a cucumber, intermittently commenting to her about something random while she does the same.

Since it was still very early, I floated around the bar talking to other chicks while she grabbed a seat at a table with 2 other girls.

Some time had elapsed and it was getting somewhat late so I decided to grab her phone number.

Recalling that she said she left her mobile phone at home, I borrowed a pen from the bartender and rummaged through my pockets for any piece of scrap paper I could find in order to jot down my phone number for the # swap.

The reason I didn’t this: apart from being cool, was to ensure that she does forget my name and number.

I called her aside from her girls:

Me: “We must stay in touch. Here’s my number. Sorta old fashion but better than nothing”.

I handed her the piece of paper with Kenny and my # jotted on it.

She laughed for a bit as this was really uncommon for her.

Note: this girl is about 21 years old.

In essence, she was too young to remember the pre-smartphone era where guys and gals used to swap phone numbers via pen and paper. So this sort of pick-up made her chuckle. 🙂

She gave me her number and we parted ways.

Ok, normally, I wouldn’t pick up a girl in this manner at a bar or nightclub.

What I mean is, I would usually try to take the girl home instead, since there’s a strong possibility that a girl who’s intoxicated may forget your number the following day(s). Hence, the safer bet is to try to sleep with her that night.

Be as it may, I took the gamble anyway and decided to bank on her remembering me whenever I do contact her.

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