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Getting Comfortable Dancing in the Club

So, I’ve probably been on the dancefloor in a club less than ten times in my life.

More than once, the girl I was dancing with went KA-BAM to the floor. Dancing don’t mix well with alcohol. (To my defense, all times the girls asked me to dance)

And for no particular reason I decided to be more of a dancer. I guess there were a couple of reasons I didn’t like the dance floor;

  • You’ll get sweaty
  • You’ll look chody if you don’t dance
  • You have to dance with someone to be on the dancefloor
  • You have to know how to dance
  • There’s a miniscule chance of hooking up with girls on the dancefloor

As I found out, however, none of the above is true. Except pherhaps the last point :-) . And just standing on the dancefloor or close by looking uncomfortable, that looks awkward, so don’t.

I decided to just walk onto the dancefloor and move in sync with the music. Nodding my head, and twisting my torso. Nothing special, just getting comfortable, and smiling. Smiling is important, just have a good time, enjoy the music.

Dancing is easy, this is how I do it:

First, you need to know what rythm is. I love music, especially house, dance and trance, and most music is based on rythm. Listen for the bass, the “booom, booom“, that is the beat. Move along with the beat, if you’re dancing, do one movement with each beat. You could probably try something more advanced, but that’s what I do.

Right now, I got two dance moves. In all their glory:

The first one consists of simply moving my head with the beat, kind of nodding, and moving my shoulders from side to side, like the movement you get when you turn around, but don’t move your feet.

The second one is a bit more advanced :-) Not really, I move my left shoulder forward, then the right, and then the left two times. Then the right, the left, and then the right two times. Repeat.

I keep my hands by the bottom of my rib cage, and sometimes down by my sides. Also, be relaxed, have a bend in your knees, and don’t be stiff.

You don’t have to dance with anyone to be on the dancefloor. The first times, I just stood on the dancefloor, relaxed and enjoying the music by myself. Found a spot in the middle of the dancefloor that wasn’t cramped, with no girls (since most girls was surrounded by chumps), mostly guys with their back toward me. There I stood, dancing, having a good time and enjoying myself, and soon enough, chicks would be drawn towards the non-chode vibe. They would get closer, often with their back towards me, sometimes trying to grind. But then, what always happened was that some guy would squeeze himself between me and the girl. Since my goal was to just get comfortable dancing, I just made a mental note of how things go down on the dancefloor, and continued dancing.

Some observations from my last field trip: The last 30 minutes, the girl:guy ratio is terrible. The floor is packed with obnoxious chodes who have slammed enough liquid courage to stagger out on the dancefloor, only to find that most girls have left. The few chick left are not the best looking. Anyway, this girl is walking by me, I take her arm, smile, and we dance. She start grinding her crotch on my thigh (freakdancing, I think it is called). Since it’s closing time, she start fidgeting with her phone. It’s the kind with a flip, so I just shut it, she smiles. The music stops, and I lead her towards the exit. She is losing interest quickly. There’s a crowd by the door, and she let go of my arm and dissapears into it. I don’t chase, so I leave for the wardrobe.

I enjoy dancing, it’s fun.

The thing is, I think, is that when you meet someone on the dancefloor, she already assumes you’re a chode. That’s a bad place to start.

What AMOG-ing Really Subcommunicates

I was out yesterday, the clubs had closed, and I went for something to eat. I sit outside of the shop on a bench, the kind with a table between two long seats.

A chick sits down besides me, on the other side of the table, with some AFC lingerer following her from earlier. He’s standing talking to her. He is begging for her to come home with him. She says she’s tired, and want to go home. He’s the epitome of chodiness; dressed good, good-looking, and begging for her to go home with him, using logic such as saying his place is much closer than his, saying he can’t go out tomorrow cause he has to spend the weekend reading.

A guy and a chick come out of the joint. The guy is stylish and got this blonde. It looks as if they met that night. The blonde tells her female friend “Uhm, yeah, I’m going home with him“. Her friend says “Ok“. I think this is weird. I guess alcohol must have stripped their slut shield. Or maybe they were a couple, don’t know.

Anyway, this bum comes up and asks if the food on the table is ours, and he’s pointing on some leftovers from other people. He eats it. The chicks seems grossed out. He then starts hitting on the girls.

This is when the guy with blonde chick’s alpha aura dissipates. He starts doing AMOG tactics such as throwing a bunch of logical questions at this guy. I didn’t think he had any game else from his looks, but it seems like he had some basic PU training. “Where did you go tonight?, Was there many people there?, When did you go out?“. It seemed somewhat forced, as if he was reading off a script, high-paced and racy.

Now, what does this subcommunicate?

He looked at this bum as a threat to his success laying the chick.

LAME!

It made me understand that sometimes, the absolutely best tactic is to IGNORE the hell out of someone.

There is a time for everything. When a bum talks to your chick, no need to pull out the big guns. Why spend a single calorie even turning your head? Same applies to when some chode tries to talk to a chick your talking to. If she’s into you, and you don’t even acknowledge his presence, neither will she.

Sorry for not posting anything in a while.

Naw, just kidding, not sorry.

Been in the military.

Learned a couple of cool stuff and principles and such.

FR: Total Failure

I stroll into the usual place alone, order a beer while asking the bartender how the night is going. I lean against the bar and watch the place. I spot a couple of friends sitting at a table waving their hands at me. I go over, and sit down at a table beside them, since theirs is full.

One of my friends has no beer. I see a beer at my table that no-one has taken posession of, and give it to him. He’s happy.

Five minutes later two guys sit down at my table. They ask me if I have seen where one of their two beers has gone. I shrug and nod my head toward some chode sitting at my left. Whatever..

They are from Latvia. I talk to them. It’s hard to understand them, and I first thought they were from Ireland because of the accent. “Cheers” in Latvian is “sprita” or something similar. A little later, a man I used to train Brazilin Jiu-Jitsu greets me and hands me a beer.

A chick, HB 7.5, in pink top, black sweater and pink shoes EC me. I EC back. She sits at our table and talks to one of the Latvian guys, the bald one. I ask the other Latvian if she’s from Latvia too. She’s not. He hasn’t seen her before, and ask me

Is she our bitch?
Huu? What?“, I say
She, is she our bitch?“,  the Latvian answers, in bad english reminding me of Borat.
I don’t know“, I answer, having no idea what he meant.

She is foot-flirting with me under the table. I touch her leg while talking to the BJJ guy.

About an hour later the club closes, and I stand outside. I talk to some friend and sit down on the foots of a stair outside the bar. I see HB 7.5 talking to the bald Latvian. He goes over the street in what seems to be an attempt to get her to come with him. She sees me, and ask if I have a cigarette or a lighter. I say I don’t smoke. She then ask if I can watch her purse while she begs a cigarette off of someone.

Sure, if I’m not leaving“, I answer.
Will you tell me if you leave“, she says.
Sure, if I see you“, I say.

She comes to me ten seconds later with a lighted cigarette and sit beside me. I ask her if she’s out and having a good time. She hesitates for a second, and then answers it’s good to listening to someone native, as she has been speaking bad english to Latvians all night. I ask if she knows of any afterparties, and she don’t, and asks me. I don’t know either. I ask her where she lives, and she answers “Mountainstreet”, which she clarifies is quite close by.

The bouncer at the bar at beside our bar shouts at her, saying that she has’nt paid her tab, and has to do it now. She walks into the bar about ten meters away. The bald Latvian guy comes and stand close by the exit of that bar. She comes out, sits beside me, then the bald Latvian comes over, says something to her, and she says something back. They go and talk not far away. She walks away from him and sits beside a female bartender who is speaking spanish to some spanish people. This is about three meters from me. The bald Latvian goes to her, nods his head and hold up his mobile. She walks reluctantly up to him, and then suddenly grab him by his arm and starts walking in direction of where she lives, with him hanging after.

This suck. If I had taken action, more iniative, talked to her more, I could have been f***ing her now, instead of writing a Field Report on my computer…

FR: Saturday Night Madness

Saturday 12th January 2008

About eight o’clock I phone my friend for the pre-party location. Unfortunately, he’s gone. I message some other AFC friend, and I get invited to a birthday party. I show up about 10 o’clock, and know most of the people there. Me and my friend get drunk, and take a taxi to the city at 11:30. We flirt relentlessly with the female cab driver, who agrees to turn of the taximeter in return for some money.

We enter a karaoke bar, and it’s pretty dead. We hang there for ten minutes, when a work colleague shows up with a friend I’ve never seen before. Both are pretty hot, about 8. My friend talks to the work colleague, I to her friend. She’s dark haired and has a nice slender body. I’m leaned against the bar. She rubs her ass against me obviously as she orders beer. The four of us go to sit at a table. HBFriendofKat sits beside me, but leaves, I have no idea where. HBKat talks to my friend.

I look around, and some girl, a 6, catches my eye, comes up to me and says to me “Ohh yeah, you’re sexy“, sits on my lap and tounges me down and grabs for my crotch. I haven’t said anything yet. I see HBFriendOfKat coming back from the corner of my eye, she just turns and walk away. Saw her with some guy later. HB6 has bad breath. Or it’s me, I don’t know. She’s blonde but kind if plump, but not outright fat. Definitley doable. She says “Let’s go“, but I’m hesitant as I’m leaving for the Army in a week and want to spend time with my friends and have more fun. “Maybe later“, I say. She seems pissed and walks off. She avoids EC when walking by later.

Me, my friend and HBKat walks outside, and I meet some friends of me. One of them, Kriss, joins us later in the bar. Several people from the pre-party arrives, and I’m on fire. I hold hardcore EC with all chicks worthy, and when they hold it, I bite my finger as in “You’re trouble!“. I was lording the place. Me and Kriss talks beside the dance floor. I keep getting EC from all chicks in the place. I see two hot, tall, slim chicks on the dancfloor, and the blonde is looking at me, I just smile mischieviously and bite my finger. The other was foreign and cute. Ten seconds later, the blonde drags me onto the dancefloor. I’m dancing in the middle of two hot chicks, with my arms around them. I walk off, should’ve isolated but don’t, and sit at a table.

More friends arrive and sit at the table. Kriss’ sister gives me a hug, and I say “What’s that smell? Hmm, good“, and smells her neck, for social proof. She was easily the hottest girl in the place. Girls from work I don’t know that well, comes up during most of the night, and I hug everybody. Just do a hug gesture, and let the girls lean in and hug.

Later, the bar close and Kriss the driver dissappears. I walk around alone, and meet several other friends and relatives I haven’t seen in a long time. Kriss calls and drives up beside me. There are already one passenger I know in the front seat, and Kriss is in the drivers seat. We pick up his Kriss’ brother, and he asks to give some girl a lift in the same direction we’re going. She’s hot, HB9, blonde curly hair and cute. I greet her, exchange names, which I forget after 5 seconds. I ask her if she’s Camilla, and works at my place. She says she’s not, and apolgizes. I laugh at her. We let off Kriss’ older brother, so it’s just me and HBCurlyhair in the bakseat.

I push/pull, just making fun of her and having a good time. Pushing her away physically when she leans in too much and such. I sit at the right-hand site, and I don’t move towards her in any way.

We’re stopped by the police because of speeding. Or as Kriss put it, they knew that we knew that they knew that we were speeding. They couldn’t do anything other than ask for drivers license.

We continue driving home, and I continue gaming her.

West: Hey, sit closer to me.
HBCurlyhair: Why?
West: So you’re closer to me.

HBCurlyhair: *studpid shit*
West: ha, ha
HBCurlyhair: If you don’t behave, I’ll have Kriss make you walk home.
West: That’s the most stupid shit I’ve ever heard, we’d throw you out first, just for fun, right Kriss!?
Kriss: Yeah!
West: Ha, ha, bitch!
HBCurlyhair: *laughing and further realizing we’re not AFCs*

Just random on top of the head stuff like that. She says she’s going to make a hamburger for herself when she comes home. She’s also declaring how much see looks forward to sleeping. We get at her place, and I say “You’re making me a burger“. She says she has a boyfriend. We’re at her place now, so she gets out. Damn.

I should have at least have number closed her earlier, just handed her her phone and told her to enter her number. I should have kinoed more, and started to close earlier, found out the logistics, if her boyfriend were home and if she lived alone.

It was fun though.

Bros’ before hoes.

I’m Wearing This T-shirt Tonight!

Pretty mad, huh?

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My little sister bought it for me when she visited the concentration camps (school trip) in Poland. Wonder if she is hinting at something?

West PUA Is The Cool Site of the Day!

Hey, check this out!

WestPUA.Com has been awarded as the cool site of the day (Jan 11, 2008):

Cool Site of the Day

If you don’t read this today, you can check it out here:

http://coolpick.com/way/cool/index.html?;20080011

Cool, huh?

Public Transportation Makeout With Married HB in 3 Seconds

I wrote this field report some time back, and decided to post it on my blog.

Yesterday (Saturday 11.17.07) I went out with an AFC friend. The first venue we hit up is a rather run-down karaoke bar, but since it’s free admission, most night out usually start out at this place. I live in a small city, so there’s no more than a couple of places to go.

The bar is in the middle of the place, and there is space around it. People circulate around the bar. Me and my friend sit down at a table against the wall with two chairs. It’s great for keeping eye contact with chicks who passes by to see who’s looking for some. Bodylanguage is alpha.

I notice two chicks, one fat UG and one cute blonde HB8.5 walking by. I try for eye contact with the blonde. She avoids retuning EC. They walk by one more time some minutes later, same happens, try for EC, no response. I stop looking at her eyes before having to turn my head.

When they’re gone, my friend goes, “Dude, you saw those chicks?! The blonde was SO trying to get your attention! They went by you TWO TIMES! She was looking at you the whole time!” I guess she was nervous or something, and looked when she was out of my view. I didn’t see them again.

Sitting at the same place, a blonde with great body and nice face, HB8, walks by. Strong eye contact. I just say whatever I think of, this time it’s the original “Hi”.

West: Hi
HB8: What’s up. *Smiling*

From the second I said hi, she pushed her right tit against my side. IOI I guess ;-)

West: You’re out? *Another patented West-line*
HB8: Yeah. Do you know what happened to the pool table? *The pool table in front of us is out of order*
West: No. But the players kind of sucked anyway *Smiling, joking*
HB8: Ha, ha, but it’s fun to watch.
West: You’re celebrating anything?
HB8: No, nothing special.
West: You’re with friends?
HB8: Yeah *She points somewhere*

I introduced her to my friend. She leaned over me to shake his hands, at the same time pressing her tits agains me, hard. She exchanged names with my friend. Then I shaked hands with her, and exchanged names with her. Anne-Marie if I remember correctly.

At this point, I should’ve said, “Hi, let’s find a place to sit”, and just guided her to somewhere to sit and kino and closed. I don’t.

Clubs and bars close at three o’clock after midnight, and me and my friend decide to take the bus home instead of taxi or calling to see if friends are driving. The bus ride home is about 45 mins.

We are almost the last to enter the bus, and it’s crowded. We both stand. I stand facing one of the windows on the other side. Under it, right in front of me, sits an old UG, facing me. To her right, is a four-seat section (like a booth in a club), two seats facing forward, and two seats facing backwards.

There’s a HB to my left, longer back in the bus, black hair, cute face. There’s also one at my right, towards the front, somewhat plump but cute face.

Then I notice a hot, black-haired, older woman, maybe 30-35, she’s foreign but I can’t quite describe her, kind of like filipino, but not exactly. Supercute face, HB8.5.

I look at her eyes, she notice and hold eye contact for a long time. This is like a stare-down competition. She holds it for like 40 secs before some curly-haired chode stand between us. He goes off at the next stop. Hardcore eye contact proceeds, looking 2/3 of the time at her face 1/3 at the lips, which she wets and bites several times. :-D

She sits in the four-seat booth with three other people. Her body is facing my way, out of the booth. I wonder if she’s with friends. She’s about one meter away from me, and I say something like “You’re out on the city?” She can’t hear.

I lean forward (I know, don’t lean in, but if I didn’t, I couldn’t have talked to her) and repeats.

West: You’re out today?
HB8.5: Yes.

Then right after she answers, she leans into me, me leaning on my leg, and tounge me down hardcore. I was just thinking WTF, this is insane!?

West: Hmm, you’re with friends? *smiling*
HB8.5: Yes *points to old UG with drunk guy hanging over her, she literally can’t see whats going on, lol*
West: Oh, where do you live?
HB8.5: X place *I look out the window and realize the bus is about 5 mins from her place*
West: My friend over there is having an after-party. You should come.
HB8.5: *Smiling* No I can’t. *She points to the old UG*
West: Of course you’re coming.
HB8.5: Nooo, I can’t. She’s my husbands sister *pointing to old UG*
West: You’re coming *smiling*

At this point the CHODESPEAK alarm went off in my mind, and I figured I had to find another way to isolate.

But how the heck do you isolate on a BUS, right beside her husbands sister?

HB8.5: I can’t leave her *She held forth her hand, with a shiny diamond wedding ring on*

She grabbed my head and kissed more.

West: Come with me, take a taxi home. She’ll never notice.
HB8.5: I have to go.

The bus stopped at a bus-stop, and her drunk friend, old UG, got up and shouted that they had to get off.

West: Already? You haven’t even given me your phone number.
HB8.5: *smiling* I have to go. Maybe some other time, let’s see what happens (she was foreign, so her language was not perfect)

She went off the bus.

The question is, what could I have done to isolate her. It would be a guaranteed f*** if I had.

What come to my mind later, is to have told her to get off at a bus-stop earlier without her friend noticing, and just called her friend to tell her that she went of at the wrong stop, but would soon be home. And then just f***** her outside, despite the 5 *C temperature ;-)

It was fun though :-)

Satin Bedsheets

I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.

Yesterday, I opened a package of satin bedsheets I bought for myself this Christmas. Satin is cotton weaved in a special way, so that the threads are extremely close together. It’s navy blue and shiny, and gives my room a whole new dimension, just put it up a notch on the scale. I slept very well tonight.

When buying satin, the thread count is important, you want it as high as possible. Also, beware of knock-offs. Where I live, the thread count for the bedding isn’t given, so simple cotton could be passed of as satin. Price is probably a good indicator of quality too.

I want to pimp my bed. I started with the satin duvet cover, and want to buy a high-quality duvet, high-quality matress and a nice frame for the matress.

Personality Traits I Want to Improve

This is a list of things I will work at and become better at. I will work at them every day when the opportunities present themselves.

  • Being more talkative
  • Humor
  • Talking louder

Being more talkative

I talk too little when meeting new people or hanging out with people I already know, but not very well. I will make an effort at asking open ended questions to them. I will also focus on making statements instead of asking questions, as that is less reactive.

Humor

Humor is easy; I just need to actually say the things out loud. A couple of days ago, I was doing some work at my workplace, and was talking to someone I knew. I made funny comments whenever one came to mind, and it worked out great. We had a funnier vibe after that. I didn’t know it was that easy.

Talking louder

I am often asked to repeat myself. I need to make a conscious effort to talk louder when I talk. I will also become more conscious of the things that control the sound and loudness of my voice, how deep I breathe and how I use my voice.