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Wow, boot camps have come far these days. Congrats and welcome.

No, but conditioning them to be able to enter the sets without fear of doing so was (am I mistaken?). Before I took the camp, the high probability of getting blown out was a tremendous fear I had, preventing me from approaching. However, knowing that you have the support of the guys no matter what happens, it allows you to learn. So whether you close, start a relationship or get shot down on the way, you can feel that you've done well by trying. And for all the sets I have done, with the model in mind, I can get so much further with women than I have before, and certainly further than the average Joe you see around you. I was under the impression I'm making headway. I've had more closes since the boot camp and am happier with my progress than before. I thank you for that advice, though.

Christmas this month marked the two-year anniversary of my boot camp. When I read The Game long before taking this program, Style (while marketing his pick-up school after concluding his book by labeling the community as losers who need to get a life) said "In two years, I changed from the world's worst AFC into the world's best pick-up artist," going on to make claims to the effect of, "...and if you eat my shit, you can too!" When I saw that, I said to myself, "Two whole years?! Surely there has to be a faster way..." That's what motivated me to get training. After two years as a trainee, and three to four in the community, I'm still not quite at the level I want to be like Style claims he is, but I am certainly wiser, and I won't stop trying. I have gone on to sarge half a dozen countries, spent months slamming myself into twenty sets per day, and spent several seasons making it a full-time job. I have also had good times winging with members of the Entourage who have been through the same training, and a couple friendships have formed that probably wouldn't have otherwise. Looking back, I have made the following observations about the program: It took all the concepts I'd been reading about and picturing as some sort of uber-voodoo magic, and made me realize it's just talking with a purpose. Those actual girls you see in real life are the sets. You can actually go up to them and start talking, and the little subtle things you see them do every day are what people are talking about as far as IOI's and responses. In my experience, it does not actually make you "better" with women. At the end of my camp, the instructors casually mentioned my flaws (namely creepiness and bad sub-comms) and as far as I can tell, this hasn't changed in two years of rigorous practice. What it does do, however, is condition you to keep doing what you're doing more, to a greater variety of women in a greater variety of environments than you're used to. Simple logic dictates that if you simply play more hands, even with the same percentage of success, you'll win a few. It inflated my balls to a noticeable degree. I can walk up to any random group of people, even in my social circle, and say things that piss them off, creep them out and make them run away, and feel good about it. This conditioning of walking up to girls, getting shot down, ruining their day and considering it an accomplishment was probably the single greatest change I took on from the 'camp. 100% of the value of the bootcamp was in the in-field portion, and 0% in the seminar portion. It is understandable that there will be several students who haven't read about the model in community materials, but if the company finds another boot camp instructor, they might consider splitting the camp into two, the group unfamiliar with the model listening to the seminar, and the other getting right to it while the rest have caught up in the theory. Sticking to it afterward, and reporting my progress and sticking with it has made even more difference than the boot camp's weekend itself. I have done workshops, seminars and home courses from several other companies, but not a boot camp, so I don't really have a basis of comparison. I will say, however, that this one offering day game sessions is what attracted me to it and that was valuable. At the end, the instructors recommended sticking to only the Entourage for discussions and advice. I had found the J-Lair right about the same time I found the Crew, and once I finished this program I never got around to posting or reading on any lairs. I also stopped reading the public forums such as ASF. I thus don't have much to compare the Entourage with, but an instructor having seen you in-field will be able to picture what you're doing in a field report better than random people. I have often questioned though whether limiting myself to one source is best, and have decided lately I should at least start cross-posting on forums localized to the region, at least when not in Japan. Sadly, Allusion has since moved on to pursue another life direction, cutting the boot camp staff in half. He never really posted on the Entourage, but he was well-liked and missed. RedpoleQ, taking on the task himself, has probably developed further having listened intently to feedback. In my estimation he has personally answered in excess of 80% of the field reports submitted on the Entourage, using mostly his personal experience as well as what he knows of the student's level from working with him. It is touching sometimes to see how much he cares. While my experiences with their other programs have been mixed at best, as an alumnus of the boot camp, I would say I have been generally satisfied. It wasn't perfect, original, or overwhelmingly thorough. But after all is said and done, I have deemed the weekend combined with the Entourage followup to be just-about worth what I paid in December of 2007, and I believe I am a better man as a result. Bottom line: Recommended? Yes. P.S: After two years, I'm now six out of ten for my pussy debt to Walrus above.

It's going to be fun watching this one blossom.

Hey it was fun camping with you, man. When I'd be bombing in set you would bring about a nice change in atmosphere, always smiling like the gentle giant. I'll let you know if I ever make it down to Yokohama and we can wing it again (just picked up a sarge that lives there). When I used to commute to Minato-mirai I saw that ferris wheel by the dock and it'd be fun to try the d-move in there I'm not sure what you're talking about regarding Yokohama girls behaving different towards foreigners, but in Minato-mirai and Yokohama station area where I worked they were hot as shit so we'll have to go find out some day. Props on pushing yourself.

I know man, I'm sorry to let you down. I'll make it up to you soon..... by fucking 10 more.

Hey all, this bootcamp FR was brought to you by a grant from the Vegan Healing Cafe (http://www.vegancafe.jp/ ). Go vegetarian! Ok, I decided to finally take the plunge this past weekend (Dec. 21-23, 2007) and attended a bootcamp with the only guys I have found in Japan that do them regularly, OC. The Cast: -------------- ----Instructors: Kid44: A very alpha-like figure, definitely unique and memorable. Very in-control. He seems to portray an attitude that he's coming down to your level at times, and always is in control of the conversation. Embeds a DHV's about himself and the quality of his company rather well, and does seem to care that you are taught. Has a cocky-funny attitude and VERY controlled body language. Isn't impressed with Ross Jeffries, and seems to generally resent the fact that I've studied his stuff. Has the same taste in women as I (slightly older, with interesting careers), similar back-ground (when he was my age he started travelling to the same places as I and generally studying the same shit, only he actually met the guys and studied in person) as well as the same mltr-filled lifestyle I'm seeking. RedPoleQ: I found out he's from my home town. Good guy; friendly, but also doesn't put up with shit. Tells you what's what. Talks a lot. Energetic. His comb is longer than it looks. Allusion: Wears eyeliner and has this really cool nose, it almost looks Italian - it just slopes down and looks like a dangerous slope for skiing. Really skilled in making you feel good about yourself. Even if our backgrounds couldn't be any more different, he conveyed to me more than anyone that he identified with me by re-framing any characteristic I have or anything I do be cool. Neat kid. (Curiosity): Former student who has taken all of the crew's courses and seems to be coming along as an apprentice, though he's about to return to Canada and isn't sure when he's coming back. ----Students: Big Black: Nice guy (and I mean that in the good way) from the States, tall and big-boned. 25. Works at a contracting company based at the military base in Yokohama, and looks kind-of like he's in the military. Has some limiting beliefs that he seems to find difficult to let go of, though the crew was able to elicit some of them when they imposed their frames on him, which he seemed to like. When they were having a good effect, he would then start spitting out more and more automatic frames, like he couldn't get them out and have them turned fast enough. He's had a number of women before, but is generally dissatisfied with the quality of the women as well as the relationships. He seemed to be having a good time. AWOL: Quiet, reserved. 34. Also seems to have a military feel. Has also done a number of chicks but wants to improve the quality. Didn't come back after the first night, and as of this writing I'm still not sure what happened to him. Sparrow: That's me. I have had an Asian fetish for a long time now, and recently over the past couple years have started this routine where I invade a country by learning its language and then going there to try to get its chicks. So far I've done Korea, China, Japan and Thailand, in that order. My all-encompassing score so far involves a Chinese 5.5 that I met at my home state's university I was pretending to study at; I worked her for a year and a half in Shanghai before being de-virginized by her back in the States when I was nearly 24. Then I was raped by a 46-year-old fat, bald, divorced missionary lady in Korea when we were in one of those dvd booths they have there, before chasing a homeless woman who was buying my meals for a month before giving up. However, I did get one solid lay just recently that I was very satisfied with just days before I hopped the ferry from Shanghai to Osaka - a high-ranking career woman in China, who is in her 30's, travels all the time, has not one but several apartments in at least 3 cities that I know about, and a really cool personality. OH she was good. The lay report is here: http://groups.google.com/group/alt.seduction.fast/browse_thread/thread/fb7ba636ef33bd96/00bfadbbc2001de6?lnk=st&q=blitzen+group%3Aalt.seduction.fast#00bfadbbc2001de6 http://groups.google.com/group/alt.seduction.fast/browse_thread/thread/ba3a3bd502e8ffa0/9e238c3025aee671?lnk=st&q=blitzen+group%3Aalt.seduction.fast#9e238c3025aee671 I have never been with, nor have any interest in, Western women. I was a video game junkie growing up, and spent all day sitting in my room playing video games and being so far from having a girlfriend you could measure the distance in light-years. So about a year ago during my first stay in Tokyo I started studying all the material out there I could find, from Ross Jeffries to DeAngelo to Mystery to Style to Stephane. This, however, would be my first time ever actually practicing (yipe!). My goal is to bang every woman in the world, and convert them to vegetarianism. Sundaeh: A Finn that got sick with the flu so had to re-schedule for next time, but got to come to watch Sunday's day game and get the last seminar before making it up at their next bootcamp (lucky bastard). A nice guy with that Finnish hair that's so blonde it makes you squint (that's a big asset in Asia). Also starring: Ganky: In the xxxx business here. Has a nice pad in Roppongi right near the good spots. Since doing the camp, apparently already has found some women he likes. The Walrus, a good-looking former alumni with a nice physique and pretty good skills. Metro, a New Zealander I've met before at Heartland and hit Muse with. I've seen a chick sarge HIM because of his frodo-baggins appearance and reserved demeanor. Renaissance, the Dutch guy I bumped into and almost amog'ed when I found the crew 2 weeks ago in Starbucks as he was doing a survey opener. My experience with OC until now: ----------------------------------------------- Rather than a seminar room, they do lectures and briefings at tables in restaurants and coffee shops near the hunting grounds (which the staff at times seemed to get irked at, but these guys seem experienced in handling them). I first found them 2 weeks back when I was sarging a Starbucks with the Butcher, a guy I met through fs's PAIR system. Kid44 with his Riddler hat, Allusion with his twacked-out Japanese hairdo, RedPole with all the combs and Curosity with his orange hair taking off for the horizong certainly gathered a bit of attention to say the least. I chit-chatted with them and Kid talked about his shenanigans with Mystery in Vegas, told about a chick who just e-mailed him after he tossed her a piece of paper saying, "e-mail me now", then gave me their website.I don't really know much about them, but I'm not getting any younger, so I say fuck it, I'll give it a shot. My weekend went as follows: Got a shower and made up at the cosmetic store, headed to TGIF about a half-hour early. I found Kid downstairs having enchiladas - we chatted about other PUA teachers in the States and Bandler. He seemed to make strategic pauses in our speech which made me feel prompted to say something. I could tell that conversation with him was a bit different from ordinary. We seem to have similar backgrounds, and he says he's studied under Bandler so he was one of the originals. Respect. We then went upstairs, did intros, heard a summary of the first few chapters of Magic Bullets before doing a couple of sets in the restaurant for warmup in opening - a younger 2-set that BigBlack opened . With that under our belt, we finally headed off to Muse. Set cases: ---------------- Day 1 (Friday night, Muse): RPQ has me open a 2-set, my target a well-dressed 9 who was locked into conversation with her friend, over my shoulder. She hardly gives me a half-turn and doesn't respond, so RPQ informs me that here in the club it's noisy so you have to SHOUT REALLY LOUD IN ORDER FOR HER TO HEAR YOU. SO I DO, AND START SCREAMING IN HER EAR ABOUT WHATEVER MY OPENER WAS, and she got really irked and called the (female) bartender on me, who looked at me and surprisingly didn't do anything. We hit a seated 3-set (1m2f) who seem to find it strange, and mine got really irked at my kino, and RPQ kept telling me to escalate it, and now the guy was giving me these looks, like what the fuck am I doing feeling her up right in front of him? It was a strange position for me to be in, but kind-of exciting. We later hit a drunk 3f-set at the same spot, having all my kino thrown off just as much. Allusion sends me to a table with a 2f-set across a table from some guy trying to game them. I sit down and engage the guy first, with high-tension and Japanese jokes. Seems to get him good, and then Allusion starts on him while I strategically turn to the chicks. My target is a 27-year-old stewardess, very Japanese and very sweet. We had a nice conversation and I was starting to dig her. I tried telling her I like how she has an interesting job, life, is nice to talk to, 社交的 (I like using that one). Allusion keeps reminding me about kino, but I start leaning in and squeezing her too hard, so eventually she gets a little nervous and grows cold to the point it's hard to recover from. Whereas another instructor would say I'm being "creepy" or whatever, Allusion says that I'm "too smoothe"; I like how he can re-frame your problem to make you not sound bad. So I learned there you need to lay back and pull her to you, not lunge forward toward her, which makes her back away. RPQ sent me to a 2-set by the bar; I had a good start on my target, but after just a couple minutes the friend grabbed her and pulled her away. RPQ then asks me, "what happened there?", I respond, "her friend pulled her away." He goes "why?", and I knew - "because I talked only to the friend and not her." He finishes with, "Open the set." That moment was probably the most eye-opening for me of the weekend. Mobile 2-set near the front wall. I approach and remark on her clothes, and bring either Dan or Cory in to cut off the other one. Mine was a bit older, maybe late 30's, and had a little plainness to her hands and facial complexion that reminded me of the peasants of inner China. We talk a bit, and I mention some things I like about her (and I think I do the gyappu line without much reaction). After 5 or 10 minutes of the standard routine, I then decide to experiement with kiss-closing as RPQ explained earlier, and speaking really quietly about the mind, and I made up something for the first time like "目は魂への窓。僕の目には、何が見える？" as I start giving her that look, bouncing from eye to eye and down to her mouth. She immediately goes doggie-dinner-bowl, and I'm totally shocked at how quickly and easily you can get a chick ready like this without hardly saying anything. I then took a peak at her mouth when she spoke, revealing a jaggedly-arranged set of corroded-bronze teeth and breath that smelled like my mother's in the morning. At that point I developed a bit of a fear of success. She let me rub my face against hers, near the nose but never let me go near the mouth (though at this point, I was doing so merely for the data). She let me kino her pretty well but moved my hand off her ass the first time "incidentally" fell down there. She then rose an objection like "あなたは多分皆にこうと言うでしょう。" I didn't know what to say, so I just said "はい、皆にそうする。どうですか？" She laughed, and though she let me touch her almost anywhere, she still never let me touch the mouth. She was totally ga-ga though, and had I known what to say, I'm sure I could have kiss-closed. That case is still open. On the dance-floor side, RPQ sent me into a seated 2-set; they were older, my target maybe late 30's which I liked. She was wearing a loudly-colored dress and didn't look at all like the club type, so I opened with, "did you get that dress from Don Quixote?" She laughed really hard at that, BT spiked, and I went and sat down, which I was surprised that she didn't object to. I started some actual decent conversation (maybe the details will come back to me later) before BigBlack gets sent in and sits down between them so we all shift seats. It was an awkward state-break but this chick totally didn't seem to mind at all. As I'm kinoing her all over - back, hair, arms, head, face, and she welcomes it all warmly, I find out about her life, the type of chick she is, the interesting life she'd been through, and generally seems like my type. As RPQ leaned in to give me updates, I was stroking her arm already with my left hand, and instinctively put my arm on his. But as my brain was trying to take in his instructions while continuing to kino her, my right arm was automatically doing the same thing on his arm, so he was like, "don't stroke me like that, it makes me think you're gay." I wanted to reply, "yeah, I'm just so used to doing it on this chick I just wasn't thinking.", but as my attention was still on my chick, all that I got out was, "well, I'm used to it." By his reaction (and how cautious he when I sat alpha-style next to him after that), I think ol' Reddie boy suspects Sparrow's a butt-pirate I think I tried to qualify her (as was our focus that night) but when RPQ asked she wasn't able to say specify. I was surprised to find such a chick in the club setting which I normally avoid for lack of chicks like this. I was actually starting to like her, when RPQ yanks me out; I wanted to #c but we hadn't gotten that far in theory yet. Coming back into the bar side, I open a standing 4f set, one of who's birthday it was (a 7), who then offered to "share" a bottle of wine with me. I was stacking her, and trying to qualify, with her just half-nodding and acting like she's even listening, with the obvious agenda of getting me to buy her the drink. The bar-tender comes up with the bottle and asks for 5500 yen; she does this silence routine where instead of acting like she's paying she just repeats the price to me. I ignore that and the bartender and keep stacking, until she keeps bringing it up to the point where I tell her flat-out I'm not buying her a bottle of wine for nothing. She then goes back to her friend that one of us was talking to earlier and complains to her that I didn't buy her the drink. MAN, are they used to AFC's in that place. In all the cases where I sat with a chick and talked for a few minutes, the instructors would ask if I've qualified her, I'd say yes as I thought I did, then ask the chick what I liked about her. Generally none of them were able to say in specific, and to this day I still am not sure what's wrong with my qual-procedure; generally they'll say things like "all people can cook that" or "most women live independently", so I'm not getting to them. A couple girls came by who knew RPQ and the game, and were hip to our camp. So we each take one in arm, and then RPQ sends me to a set at a table which I realized was the chick who's ear I screamed into earlier. RPQ said she was looking at us with the chicks, so I go sit next to her again, this time pre-qualified with another cute chick on my lap. I kept reaching out and kino'ing, and she kept yelling at me, "すまない!" and throwing me off. Even the pre-qual didn't get me any further with her. What's the combination to that there vault, I wonder? Last set of the night, dance floor side: 2-set dressed scantily in black, club-whore style. At RPQ's instruction, I take the seat of the hotter one who was standing up, almost a 9. Loose pants, tight tank-top-like top piece revealing soft, feminine bulbs hanging from her shoulders. The kind of chick I'm not even used to being in the same room as. Her seated friend is perhaps an 8. She looks at me with this really nasty look and tells me to get out of her seat. I get nervous and shit and feel like ejecting but I just stick around and stack forward, making fun of her clothes. She keeps yapping about it like 3 or 4 times, but I don't budge. Then I introduce Curiosity into the set to occupy the friend, talk to her briefly about him and then stack forward with bullshit, and eventually am able to take her necklace in my hand, comment on it, and am able to pull her in to stand against my leg. She was just about to sit on my lap when RPQ told me that time was up and we were going to end this twilight rendezvous; I wanted to try and #close her, but was a little nervous about method, and just feeling high from how far I had managed to get past the bitch shield of a chick like that. We debriefed at some ice cream cafe, and when I asked, RPQ said I'd be able to close by the end of the weekend. ============== Day 2 (day game, Saturday afternoon, Roppongi hills): ============== I was tired from only getting a couple hours' sleep in the open section of an internet cafe in Akihabara. Allusion had caught a cold. The Korean-American student from Friday didn't show up, so we hit a couple sets while we waited an hour for him. My target in the first set we hit looked Korean but turned out to be an American, ugh. ("Do you do this in America?") Were I not on an assignment to open them, I'd never give her the time of day. Their bt went straight down and stayed there; I tried to match the situation by telling her straight out we're doing a workshop; she just got more and more pissed. She pulled her friend away, and while we were then hitting a high-school student 2-set (and not really getting anywhere, they were nervous and steady bt), the manager came up, glared at us and started chewing out RPQ and Allusion. So the American bitch went and complained to the management; good for her and her revenge. I hope she gets married to the wussiest, most boring AFC in America, gets stuck in a house with 5 yapping kids who max out her credit card for internet porn and never has an orgasm. And when her life-starved honor-roll daughters who are driven to gothism are of ripe age, I'll be there with my skills developed. When I asked the instructors about it, they denied it with something like "oh, he just worked here and recognized us from before" and changed the subject, I presume to prevent us from getting discouraged from approaching again. I was impressed with that show of professionalism. They have a uniquely challenging job of not only pushing the students as far into getting blown by or blown out of a set as possible, but also keeping the staff of the places (most of which probably recognize them and become weary) at bay at the same time. So they then explained comfort, Allusion making an effort to maintain his high-tempo being sick, and me struggling to pay attention being as tired as I was. We descended upon an underground floor of the round tower for the excursion. I first hit a cute 7, leaning against the wall and trying to qualify for a bunch of bullshit - can cook, is cultured, is a real Japanese. Her friend, Ms. Piggie, arrives and sees her friend getting sarged and kino'ed, and acts bitchy at first trying to cock-block. She sounds indistinguishable from an American, and I think said she'd been there but studied in Canada. In the hands of RPQ and Curiosity, however, with their razor-sharp personalities, she was giggling and off chatting with them in no time. MAN, if I could get an ear in to hear what they're saying to our obstacles. At RPQ's suggestion I go and sit down with her, and talk more, while he keeps Ms. Piggie busy, but her phone keeps ringing since they're waiting for 3rd and 4th friends. Eventually we scoot and I think I do the reverse-phone-dialup trick before they go meet them. There was a girl sitting reading a cookbook, so Allusion sent me in to ask what she's reading or something and I went and locked in against the pole next to her seat. I think I commented on something in the book and began conversation about cooking until I could sit down on the edge of the seat slightly behind her. I kino'ed a little bit, and after qualifying her some, Allusion told me to bounce her. I wasn't interested in drinking coffee; he said he wanted our seat so she got up and we sat at a nearby round table; I had to awkwardly grab a chair and put it next to her to continue kino. We talk about what kind of chick she is, I think I run the cube at some point and qualify her some more. Then, though she acted real reluctant, I ended up bouncing her to the hikari-show (the red-light-decorated trees) above. I kept my arms around her torso and it was SOOO COLD that I had to stick them under her armpits for warmth. We were thinking about going upstairs to the observatory but she was saying she's gotta go; I'm getting too cold to keep playing with this one so I let her go. I try to number-close but she wouldn't give me hers. She did, however, say she wanted to come to my restaurant and kept insisting I give her the card. I know from the community that if a chick won't give you her number but asks for yours, it's a sign of disinterest and an attempt to get rid of you, since women never call. But Allusion suggested I give it a chance, so I give it to her just for kicks. Allusion said later that she was accepting the kino and liked it, but outside where it was cold I was clinging to her with my arms wrapped around her belly the whole time so she got bored of it. Coming back down, I open Anime Doll Chick wearing all black and headphones. She has this round dome of orange hair, goth stockings and shiny shoes. I sit down and start asking what she's listening to, then ask to hear it. It's some sort of hip-hop r&b or whatever. I talk about bands I like (L'arc~en~ciel, Chemistry), and then qualify her on her hobbies and interests, which include manga - it turns out she's an Otaku. We really connect on our mutual interests, and I talk about whether she'll have a chance to go to any anime conventions this month. She says no, and I forget her reason. Time runs out, so I tell her me and these cool guys are getting together for a party and ask how we can get in touch again later. She's like, "Eメールとか、電話番号を教えれば。" So I think I do the call-back gimmick so we each have our number on the other's phone. She was SO adorable, just answered everything I asked plainly and honestly in this gentle little voice. At that moment I realized you can meet a variety of interesting people out there afterall. During the break, Big Black and I hit up an Indian restaurant in Shibuya and reviewed a little. Then this chick calls me up and I have NO idea who she is; I had exchanged dozens of numbers with my Italian wingman over the past few weeks, including a couple of pretty solid ones this last week, so it could be anyone. I ask where she was, and tell her I'm in Shibuya and that me and some friends are getting together tonight at a club, and tell her to come along. She says no, and we say goodbye (so what the hell was she calling for?). But 20 minutes later, she calls and says she can come, so she apparently changed her mind, and I direct her to where we were meeting at the Shibuya station at 11. Whoever she was, I plan to either pivot her as pre-selection or just game her herself with the guys if she turned out to be my type. I make sure it's ok with RedPole, who says yes. ------------ Day 2 (night game, Saturday night, Ageha): Big Black and I find where the guys are meeting. The chick from the phone later arrives, and turns out to be... dun, dun, DUN! Anime Chick Doll, my last set from Day Game that day! I immediately start kino'ing her and she totally accepts anything I do, so is pretty-much set. She accompanies us on the bus during the briefing on the way there during which the guys went over phase-shifting, just sitting quietly next to me and speaking when spoken to. We arrive in the rain and go in. She was short on cash so I paid for part of her entry ticket, as I neglected to tell her about the entry fee (which I didn't know myself) on the phone. I also feel that she's just too much of a little doll to pivot, so after we do the club tour and meet a few alumni there, including The Walrus, who takes the Anime Doll to pivot with him all night so I can hit sets like normal (thanks, man). Cases as follows: In the chair row facing the big techno dance floor, I sit down and open a 7 who has a boyfriend, while Allusion does a great job of keeping him distracted. He notices my hand on her leg at one point and yanks it off. Allusion asks him if she's his girlfriend and he (apparently jokingly) denies it; she tells me they've been together for years and she's really crazy about him. I do palm-reading and cube, qual not so strong. We eventually eject, having spent way too much time on the set, but I find it remarkable how well Curiosity and Allusion can entertain AMOG's. Monkey Princess, a 5 - I sit down by her at the food section, try to qualify her but it's hard because she turns out to be an Englo-Dweeb (one of those people insist on speaking only English to use you for practice, even if your Japanese is better, and generally is not there to actually communicate). She has to get up and go to her friend at the bar end, so I bounce her over there and she tries all non-chalant to get me to buy her a drink. I get to the counter and when the bartender brings the drinks for her and her friend, she does that awkward-silence routine where the payer defaults to you, so we walk off and I open another set. Monkey Princess actually tries to follow me and starts blibber-blabbering at me while I'm talking with them; they ask if she's a friend; I say I don't know her (which is true) and ignore her like you would the lunatic that she was until she left. I forget how that set turned out, but one of the instructors suggested that next time I say something like, "yeah, she's my good friend so-and-so", I suppose to make you more socially-proofed. Still there in the bar section I pull this drunk 7 aside, who's immediately warm, so I qualify her a little with all this basic shit, but she seems to let me say whatever I want. I decide to try k-closing, and phase-shift like they explained it on the bus, pulling her closer to me as I taaaaaalk reeeeeeally sloooooowly and look at each of her eyes alternatingly. I pull her in and with a few seconds go for it. Witnesses said I had a look on my face like "come on, come on, just a little closer, oh man," of which I was totally unaware. She can't kiss worth a damn, just does this perfunctory mouth-motion repeatedly. Afterwards she half-faints on the little table, so bounce her to the cold hallway with chairs that leads to the pool, sit her down and when her stomach is comfortable, do it some more. My first j-kiss, with a chick plastered off her ass. It's nice I landed it but I'd prefer a chick that can see straight. Indeed the bar scene may not be for me. I want to try to get her in the bathroom but it proves to be too complicated; I think she ends up going into hers and we move on. With a half-hour left, we had time for 1 more set, so I grab a 2-set and lock in against the beer/cigarette machines. I qualify HBLocks as best I can, she lives alone (score!) and is into that R&B shit that's dying here, so I talk about a big store-closing party they have at an R&B vinyl shop near my partner's restaurant in Shibuya. I actually like HBLocks, and this was the first set I hit that night that wasn't unflatteringly drunk. When time ran out I time-bridge it for next week (around new year's) and exchange numbers with the call-back gimmick. The Anime Doll had taken the initiative in boarding the bus herself, which is good since we had about 0 time to look for her. We sprint to the bus, review with the 5 done well / 5 to improve. And so we get back to Shibuya, my Anime Doll in tow. It was pretty apparent that she had come to fuck, but she was just such an adorable little doll that I'd feel bad trying to nail her; she was 21 but felt like my little toy. I just couldn't imagine porking her in the same way I would a 40-year-old kimono-wearing soccer mom. But, education is education. Allusion wanted to hit a net cafe anyway, so suggests Bagus, so I say what the hell. So we go up and it's one of the nicer, more expensive ones with a bigger assortment of snacks and what-not. I'd really rather he do her and then tell me exactly the patterns he used, but he didn't seem interested so I just go for it as planned. We check out movies while waiting, and decide to rent this one he showed me about love hotels in Shibuya (coincidence, huh?). We grab refreshments, get in the 2-seat sofa booth, she goes to the restroom to freshen up (taking a dandy long time), and after she comes back I pop in the movie. Allusion is standing by in a nearby booth on google instant messaging for updates on our progress. I want to wait until the movie gets racy to start making moves, but about 10 or 15 minutes into the movie I realize you don't want to wait too long, so I just start escalating the kino. I ask her about the chicks in the movie, and she in that delicate voice keeps answering, even dumb and obvious questions, just like a little robot. I eventually start phase-shifting, and then somehow segue into the eyes telling a person about the soul within (though a little too deep for a chick like that), then with my face up against hers, I ask "僕の目に見て、何が見えるの？", and she just goes, "目。” ..... OK, "それ以外は？", "頭。” ..... "後で？", "鼻、顔。”. Jesus Christ; alright, whatever. I start making out with her. She just lay there and let it happen; I think I detected a 0.4-millimeter motion in her jaw one time in the whole thing. I keep at it for a couple minutes, and move my hands all around, get her bra off, tits out, and nipples already hard. Shirt up, feeling them around, man those nipples could cut glass. Now - normally with Chinese chicks, when I get to this stage I start rubbing their twat just right, the way I learned from my 1st, which gets them moaning and all crazy to the point where they're just begging for it and there's no resistance from that point on. With her, though, though I've already thoroughly touched her everywhere else (and picked her up and shifted her in all these positions, which she just lays there and flops around like a mannequin), I reach for the honey pot and she grabs my hand, saying quietly but firmly, "だめ。" I'm like, "だめ？", she says slightly perturbed, "絶対だめ。" Alright, one thing I learned from Maniac's site that gets him by resistance here is to ask, "do you like me?", and after they say yes (and sometimes confirm that you like them), they're now justified past their ASD and go all the way. When I tried it, though: ”僕が好き？", she goes "いいえ。" Ouch. I stack a little more and then ask a couple more times, and she goes, "分からない。", complaining that she didn't know me, and was now asking rhetorically if this is what I was aiming for the whole time. She also was also saying I probably did nanpa on other chicks before her that day too. So we talk and shit for a while as I msg Allusion with the mayday, her tits still out and letting me bite them. No response, so I just put her headphones back on her, and leave to go ask him what to do, but as I suspected he had dozed off in the recliner, and just looked so peaceful, I felt that sticking my junk in this human blow-up doll wasn't worth waking him up. I still think she was too adorable to game anyway. So I go back and just sat down and continued to watch the movie. After a couple of minutes she just says "帰ります。", so I'm like "はい、行って". The next morning I find out she didn't even check out or anything so bagus sticks me with 7100 yen for the two of us. ------------- Day 3 (day game, book store near Tully's): We meet in front of Tully's, and I run to get my bag from the mall next door who'd called me to tell me they found after I left it sometime during the daygame shenanigans of the previous day. Coming back, Sundaeh was there and still feeling under the weather. Redpole sent me in to open a 3-set on the bench right in front of the store, and I find out it's a mother and 2 daughters. That freaks me out a little, but I do my best and try to isolate while Big Black and one or two instructors come to chat up the other sister and mom (who surprisingly was cool with it!). Boy, that was a first for me, and I keep trying to imagine what it must have been like for this little family sitting there all cozy when this mob of foreigners just busts in one by one and blabbing their heads off to each one. We eventually let them leave and after a while headed down to the book store a ways down the road. On the way we saw this row of Santa Clauses on motorcycles zooming down the road. I use that to open a cute young lass ( walking along-side us, which I then bring to the entrance to the bookstore and game while locked in; she was going to see her boyfriend. I spike her bt up and down but am unable to qualify; she goes and I'm unable to NC. Today we went right at it, hitting mostly 1-sets browsing in the aisles. I learned that 90% of the women there are on their way to a 待ち合わせ of some sort; they have someone waiting for them outside somewhere and are late. That's what women do. That is the function of a bookstore. It is an air-conditioned building with lots of bound paper in it where women come to have someone wait for them somewhere else. We start on 2-sets sitting at the tables in the front, taking them down with Big Black winging. Most of them turn out to be from Osaka (score for the Crew!). Black manages to bounce 1 or 2 up to the art section; I never manage to, as usually we're down there with the friend's stuff. My first was a really cute 19-year-old with this adorable little elementary-school smile from Osaka who liked ballet. I tried to connect on that, and since she was leaving the next day I tried have her take me to see the ballet that she was going to afterward, but it wouldn't fly. I did the call-back gimmick on her, though, and spoke to her on the phone from the 2nd floor before giving it back and moving on. Another chick, a 9, that was part of another seated 2-set we hit was considerably desirable but wouldn't accept anything beyond L2 kino or give out the number because "彼氏は大事。" I didn't really get into her that far with qualification or story anyhow. I need to learn to get that kind of target.. Walking around, I hit several 1- and 2-sets without Big Black, having RedPole send me in. One was this 4 in the style/art books, who was really busy and worked all day for her job getting pictures from the photograph books for ads for her company, and got like 3 or 4 hours' sleep daily. She seemed on a deadline, and was generally dismissive. This one older chick I had her BT going up and down pretty nice with just a humorous and playful frame, and she went over to find her friend, which I tagged along for her to introduce me to, who was buying a gift (and told me in secret that it was for the other friend for either Christmas or New Year's). I told her I'll keep the secret and tried to use it to build rapport, as we're now the 2 keepers of this secret, but guess what? They had somebody waiting for them over at whatchamacallit, and pulled off of me out the door. Hit a couple who were going out the door, which RPQ said I needed to stack more, because they were hesitating and waiting, but I wasn't able to hook them strong enough to stay inside and not go to whoever was waiting for them. Over in the business section, there was this older chick, pushing 40 (the kind I like) wearing fur (ooh, and I can further the cause once I've snagged her too). I start with the "which book is better" routine, and stay on it a little too long as RPQ whispers to get off the opener. With some awkward pauses and continuing to browse, I ask more about what she does, she's there researching in her spare time for the sake of the company she works for, even though she's just a regular employee and doesn't benefit for that directly. I try to qualify her on that, giving the "諦めずに頑張るような人" spiel, and then try and relate by mentioning my upcoming restaurant (DHV) and how I'm also trying to work to improve it. She acted mildly interested which felt like just 建前, and I wasn't able to close or bridge. Cold... I hit an English-speaking chick (yech) with RPQ, reading something. She seems bothered and after so much of my stacking goes, "can I please get back to reading this?", I'm like "no, you can't!" and keep stacking, which she laughs at but leaves. She turned around and paused, which I realized afterward was a queue to beckon her while remaining locked in. Same thing with another headphones-wearing chick I only got about 40 seconds into, who paused, and I beckoned but when she paused just a little more and then took off, I realized I should have beckoned and stacked, with something like "come back here. You look like you're the j-pop type, let me hear what you're listening to." I start on this 8.5 who gets on her cell phone, at which point RPQ shows me how it's done by poking her on the cheek as she's talking and generally doing all this feely-feely playful shit. She kept backing away, and generally blew out, but his tactics got her to stay longer than I would have expected. We sit down as the manager comes up to the chicks next to us asking if we're bothering them, which they say no it's fine, do the 5/5 as Kid rejoins us, and head up to Ganky's house for our last gathering of the camp. Post-evaluation of me: -------------------------------- They said I'm creepy - Kid noticed the way I maintain a pleasant smile and direct eye contact, which generally doesn't change. I myself generally despise that type of guy you see in the corner of the party with that plastic smile, acting like he's having a good time. In The Game, however, what Strauss noticed first about Tyler Durden was his inappropriately plastic smile which he maintained, so that gave me the impression that you can do that and still get laid. From the critique of my Italian wingman and his chick before, I need to smile more, and smile always, so I've been maintaining it. Ganky said his girl from Friday night told him I was creepy; I had thought nothing of the interaction, but it seemed to be generally mis-interpreted that I was trying to game her, which is bullshit. when she introduced herself to me, i put my hand on her shoulder like I do all girls and guys, and asked "oh, so you know our game then?" She said yes, then asked me something but I cut her off and talked to someone else since I didn't want to mess with her out of respect. Even if I had the skills to do so at that point, I have enough respect to not mess with a fellow PUA's sarge; there are more than enough to go around. but perhaps it still got mis-interpreted. I've known for some time now that my facial sub-comms need work, so that may be a sticking point of mine. After the boot camp Sundaeh and I stopped by Heartlands and #closed a drunk but pretty 3-set coming out. He got his to do a split on the pavement while I was gaming mine; looks like the guy's got some game already. Then, I went alone to 911, where I was able to befriend the friendly bartender from Uganda who was trying to get me to buy drinks when I sat down, finding out all about the jungle there and her life; we hit it off really well until after the palm-reading thing when I said she'll need to be with a lot of men, and she seemed to take something I said at that point to imply us getting together, when she blew with "maybe I should get your order for your drink first." On my way out, I start on this giggling seated 2-pair (even though I was standing and had no way of locking in), which turned out to be one of the sets I hit at the book store that day! They were as surprised as I was, and I might have gotten somewhere had the managed not come out to tell me to buy a drink or GTFO. ------ 纏め Well, I've forgotten some of the sets but I think that'll do for now. Further input appreciated. In any case, I still don't know that I can close, but it was an eye-opening weekend. I seem to have more questions now than before. kuu, kuu. I'll post some of my FR's from the last week following the camp next. Thanks, gentlemen. 5 things they did well: - Maintained a frame of positivity and re-inforcement for all sets, regardless of the outcome. - handled the side effects intrinsic in harassing a business's customers - - kept discouraging information from influencing the students - There were times when the staff got pissed or chicks said something mean, but they made sure to filter it out from a very strong frame of encouragement re-enforcement for the students. - Distracted amog's and cockblocks marvellously. - Generally kept a frame of having fun no matter how things turned out. 5 things they could improve: 1. explore bounce locations first - when we practiced bouncing sets in Day Game, I had never been to any of the places we were bouncing to, so was at a loss as to directing her. The instructors mentioned afterward that when sarging an area you should first familiarize yourself with where you're going to bounce her so that you can get there swiftly, know where best to sit her down and minimize surprises. Therefore, for future students it might be good to first take them to the bounce locations near a hunting ground and just do a walk-through for 5 minutes pointing out the bouncing plan. 2. Catch me on flimsy sub-comms when first noticed - it was the crew's concensus that I came across as "creepy" in my body language, ie. using one finger to kino instead of a whole hand, etc. This was only mentioned to me for the first time on Sunday's wrap-up, but since this was a sticking point of mine, I feel that it would have been appropos for the instructors to stop me when they see it, and beat it out of me throughout the weekend until I did it right. For such things it is not enough to mention it, it should be corrected; one idea would be to take me aside for fifteen minutes and have me practice with an instructor, simulating changes in BT and repeating until my moves and timing are right. 3. Advise the student in adjustments he'll have to make when going solo. We played wingman game throughout the weekend, and our results in each of the sets seemed strongly influenced not only by the instructors' coaching, but also their presence in themselves lending social proof for the student who has all these well-dressed alpha-acting friends talking with him. And in most cases we would introduce another student or the instructor himself to the set, now adding several new social factors. Obviously, when alone it would be different, and it's said to be possible for one guy to juggle even a 2- or 3-set (which was a goal of mine), so it would be good to think of some ways to set the student up better for solo game by pointing out what he'd do differently without a wing/coach. An idea would be to send him in without being seen yourself. 4. A greater variety of targets' situations in day game - what I'd really like to get help on, or at least see a demonstration of, is picking up employees - waitresses, bar-tenders, information counter chicks, receptionists at the entrances of companies in office buildings, chicks working behind the counter at cosmetics stores and high-fashion malls of places like Harajuku and Shibuya. Those are usually the hottest as they are generally hired for their looks, but since they are under the scrutiny of their boss, and their positions entail interacting with dozens of guys per day, they seem (to me) to be the hardest and most untouchable. You have different logical concerns with them, I'd like to have practiced gaming them too, in addition to customers. 5. Two words: group picture. Peace o<--<