Skyhawk
08-17-2010, 09:33 AM
If I could sum up this weekend in three words they would be FUCKING. UNBELIEVABLY. AMAZING.
My fellow student K--- and I arrived in our shared hotel room Friday afternoon about an hour before Discovery showed up. As it turned out, having a shared hotel room may not have been the best idea, since K--- ended up bringing two girls back to the hotel room from the supermodel party Saturday night for his very first threesome. I shit you not. They weren't the models but one was definitely a little hottie. My notion of what is possible has been profoundly and forever expanded by what I witnessed this weekend.
You can read and read and read about this game, but until you go out and experience it first hand with some true masters you will be forever stuck in your own intellectual headspace. To rewire your mind properly you need first hand experience in the field with people further down the path than yourself. Period.
So in walks Discovery at the hotel around 7pm Friday night... an eccentric, larger than life character, yet very personable with a special gift for making people feel comfortable. He sat me down for an hour or so and got to know a little bit about me, where I was at, what my goals are, etc.. I watched him deliver the subtleties of countless routines and was given a few to practice for the night. I was told that the first night he would basically be observing me and the heavy coaching would come on Saturday. Getting pushed into sets Friday night was just what I needed to start desensitizing myself to approach anxiety and how I am perceived by other people. I learned first hand how important one's energy, vibe, and body language are when delivering the routines. They are more important than the actual words.
Discovery also gave me invaluable fashion tips, numerous routines to practice, showed me how to better carry myself, how to improve my voice tonality, my body language, etc, etc, etc.. Oh yeah, and he taught me to SMILE. That element is so key. Then in the field he corrected me every time I had a serious, I'm-not-having-fun look on my face, was leaning into a set, or whatever, so that his tips were more than just intellectualized: they are well on their way to becoming permanently wired into my being if I stay on this path.
Shortly after Discovery's arrival at the hotel "Top Cat" would walk in. A tall, well built black man with style to burn, Top Cat was a fantastic coach and did countless approach demos for me in the field over the course of the weekend. He would join us Friday and Saturday night at the clubs, and watching him and Discovery in field together was a real treat. The two of them make a powerful team. Top Cat, followed me around the clubs throughout both nights and gave me tips and pointers the whole time. Oh yeah, and he forced me into sets which is what I need at this point. I was encouraged by funny stories of guys like Top Cat and Discovery earlier on in their journeys, which I took as encouraging evidence that I too am well on my way to getting this thing.
Okay, about the supermodel party. We had a table in the VIP room reserved for us with an amazing view of the entire club through the glass wall behind our table. In a very short time 10 women, including the 5 models, were sitting around our VIP table being entertained by us. Social proof and preselection is for real guys. All you had to do was lead one or two of the girls with you to the dance floor, have fun, be observed, and you could literally jump from woman to woman. I had my bracelet touched so many times throughout the night I lost count. One tall blonde took it off of me and locked herself in by strapping it onto her own wrist. Ohh yeah.
Thanks in no small part to all of the social proof and preselection I had throughout the night I had one of the models hanging on my shoulder the end of the night. I sensed she wanted to kiss me but I didn't expect to be this far down the road on only my second night out, so it was a contingency I hadn't planned for. No worries. Top cat whispered into my ear, " now ask her if you can smell her neck and then tell her 'you smell so nice, I am trying so hard not to kiss you right now.'" So I asked. "That's a bit sexual, don't you think?," she replied. I didn't react upset and merely turned my back on her and focused my attention on Top Cat who was giving me more advice and soon she came tapping on my shoulder to rewin my attention. Give a little, then take it away. That's what I learned. I would get my kiss from her before the night was through. The second time I didn't ask, I simply smelled her neck, told her she smelled nice, and then kissed her. A nice kiss from a model. Not bad for my second night.
My roommate K--- and his two new found friends would put my kiss to shame however. He had been making out with TWO girls that he had bounced in the club upstairs to our VIP table.
Myself, K---, Top Cat, and Discovery switched venues with the models and K---'s two new friends to a strip club abound 3 a.m.. With that many girls around us the whole social dynamics of the strip club was turned on its head and the strippers were wondering who the fuck we were! Nice. Top Cat's instructions to me as a half-naked hotties would walk by with their asses in my face: don't turn and look at them. I didn't. The effect of doing this is dramatic. They wonder wtf and naturally perceive you as a higher value guy when you rob them of their sexual prowess.
At the end of the night I hung out in Discovery's hotel room for about an hour to give my roommate some space with his two girls. After an hour I thought to myself, "fuck it, I'm going in there and I am going to crash. The sun is coming up." So I entered the room, crawled into my bed, and threw the blanket over my body to the sound of K--- getting laid in the bed next to me. One of the girls crawled into bed with me and I got a little make out, but after the kiss from the model I wasn't interested in sloppy seconds so I just closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a girl's head on my chest, the sound of K---'s girl screaming and moaning across the room, and a head full of wonderment at new possibilities.
I'll be headed back next weekend for two more days and this time Mystery will be there. It will be hard to trump the energy of last weekend, but we'll see if it can be done by the great Mystery. Adieu until next week...
My fellow student K--- and I arrived in our shared hotel room Friday afternoon about an hour before Discovery showed up. As it turned out, having a shared hotel room may not have been the best idea, since K--- ended up bringing two girls back to the hotel room from the supermodel party Saturday night for his very first threesome. I shit you not. They weren't the models but one was definitely a little hottie. My notion of what is possible has been profoundly and forever expanded by what I witnessed this weekend.
You can read and read and read about this game, but until you go out and experience it first hand with some true masters you will be forever stuck in your own intellectual headspace. To rewire your mind properly you need first hand experience in the field with people further down the path than yourself. Period.
So in walks Discovery at the hotel around 7pm Friday night... an eccentric, larger than life character, yet very personable with a special gift for making people feel comfortable. He sat me down for an hour or so and got to know a little bit about me, where I was at, what my goals are, etc.. I watched him deliver the subtleties of countless routines and was given a few to practice for the night. I was told that the first night he would basically be observing me and the heavy coaching would come on Saturday. Getting pushed into sets Friday night was just what I needed to start desensitizing myself to approach anxiety and how I am perceived by other people. I learned first hand how important one's energy, vibe, and body language are when delivering the routines. They are more important than the actual words.
Discovery also gave me invaluable fashion tips, numerous routines to practice, showed me how to better carry myself, how to improve my voice tonality, my body language, etc, etc, etc.. Oh yeah, and he taught me to SMILE. That element is so key. Then in the field he corrected me every time I had a serious, I'm-not-having-fun look on my face, was leaning into a set, or whatever, so that his tips were more than just intellectualized: they are well on their way to becoming permanently wired into my being if I stay on this path.
Shortly after Discovery's arrival at the hotel "Top Cat" would walk in. A tall, well built black man with style to burn, Top Cat was a fantastic coach and did countless approach demos for me in the field over the course of the weekend. He would join us Friday and Saturday night at the clubs, and watching him and Discovery in field together was a real treat. The two of them make a powerful team. Top Cat, followed me around the clubs throughout both nights and gave me tips and pointers the whole time. Oh yeah, and he forced me into sets which is what I need at this point. I was encouraged by funny stories of guys like Top Cat and Discovery earlier on in their journeys, which I took as encouraging evidence that I too am well on my way to getting this thing.
Okay, about the supermodel party. We had a table in the VIP room reserved for us with an amazing view of the entire club through the glass wall behind our table. In a very short time 10 women, including the 5 models, were sitting around our VIP table being entertained by us. Social proof and preselection is for real guys. All you had to do was lead one or two of the girls with you to the dance floor, have fun, be observed, and you could literally jump from woman to woman. I had my bracelet touched so many times throughout the night I lost count. One tall blonde took it off of me and locked herself in by strapping it onto her own wrist. Ohh yeah.
Thanks in no small part to all of the social proof and preselection I had throughout the night I had one of the models hanging on my shoulder the end of the night. I sensed she wanted to kiss me but I didn't expect to be this far down the road on only my second night out, so it was a contingency I hadn't planned for. No worries. Top cat whispered into my ear, " now ask her if you can smell her neck and then tell her 'you smell so nice, I am trying so hard not to kiss you right now.'" So I asked. "That's a bit sexual, don't you think?," she replied. I didn't react upset and merely turned my back on her and focused my attention on Top Cat who was giving me more advice and soon she came tapping on my shoulder to rewin my attention. Give a little, then take it away. That's what I learned. I would get my kiss from her before the night was through. The second time I didn't ask, I simply smelled her neck, told her she smelled nice, and then kissed her. A nice kiss from a model. Not bad for my second night.
My roommate K--- and his two new found friends would put my kiss to shame however. He had been making out with TWO girls that he had bounced in the club upstairs to our VIP table.
Myself, K---, Top Cat, and Discovery switched venues with the models and K---'s two new friends to a strip club abound 3 a.m.. With that many girls around us the whole social dynamics of the strip club was turned on its head and the strippers were wondering who the fuck we were! Nice. Top Cat's instructions to me as a half-naked hotties would walk by with their asses in my face: don't turn and look at them. I didn't. The effect of doing this is dramatic. They wonder wtf and naturally perceive you as a higher value guy when you rob them of their sexual prowess.
At the end of the night I hung out in Discovery's hotel room for about an hour to give my roommate some space with his two girls. After an hour I thought to myself, "fuck it, I'm going in there and I am going to crash. The sun is coming up." So I entered the room, crawled into my bed, and threw the blanket over my body to the sound of K--- getting laid in the bed next to me. One of the girls crawled into bed with me and I got a little make out, but after the kiss from the model I wasn't interested in sloppy seconds so I just closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a girl's head on my chest, the sound of K---'s girl screaming and moaning across the room, and a head full of wonderment at new possibilities.
I'll be headed back next weekend for two more days and this time Mystery will be there. It will be hard to trump the energy of last weekend, but we'll see if it can be done by the great Mystery. Adieu until next week...