I was out of the “game” per say for a while. I had to move to Hollywood where everything was different - I was out of my comfort zone and I had lost connections with all of the awesome people I worked the last 12 months to build. I had a great network of close friends - many of them women.
In some instances, I’d go out with me and 4 girls. I got in everywhere, people wanted to know me. I didn’t care what the outcome was of any night either, and most cases I’d be meeting new women in the process. I always introduced the new ladies to the old ones and claim one was my sister - I think one of them even liked that. It was fun. I even started writing this blog because I felt, at the time, my skills and abilities were strong to help other guys struggling socially.
Fast forward 4 months - I’m in Hollywood competing with actors, celebrities, and people who have real money. I’m also in the “sarge” capitol of the free world as those of us within this circle of knowledge acknowledge that the source of this whole operation originated in Hollywood. Things are harder here and the game you run is different.
I gave up completely in the game and while I am NOT sitting here telling you I am an AFC or I sit home alone on the weekend crying myself to sleep, far from it, but I got burnt out of emotionally going out and trying. Girls in LA flake a LOT. It’s a grinding experience to get numbers and in my opinion the whole operation should be a fun endeavor or why try it in the first place?
My rebirth came when I was in Las Vegas for my birthday - I enjoyed the company of my friends and a girl I hold personally, very high on my chart of cool people (That is of course, if this chart were real). I spent the whole weekend hanging out with a really beautiful, cool girl that can hold a conversation, make me laugh, talk dirty, and buy me drinks restores some of the faith I had lost in women (And people) having moved to the land of the fake and fake-beautiful.
Another thing I should tell you is that one particular evening before going out I was hanging out in the casino and I was just casually talking to a dealer - a legit “10″ in her early 20’s with enormous fake boobs 2 inches below her chin. This girl could have been in porn and I ran this natural game on her and it just happened so easily I was amazed because she gets hit on 100x+ a day by guys with way more loot than I and hell - even better looking ones too.
Here’s how I worked my game with the dealer
> Opened with a warm smile, a “Hey” how are you? Then a non-reactive body language, but alpha.
> Threw $100 bucks down on the table to start playing ($100 is nothing in Las Vegas - I wasn’t impressing her here with this) but then she casually asked me how my weekend was going (Normal for dealers to do, this is nothing special)
> I replied back “Oh I’m here celebrating my birthday, and I came out to hang out with this girl I met about 7 months ago out here (Then I showed the pictures of us on my iPhone) and I asked her ‘have you ever really liked someone without knowing it wouldn’t realistically happen?’” and I swear people - she was like, mine, right then and there. She melted.
> Her bitch shield dropped because she knew I wasn’t going to hit on her or be a typical guy because it was obvious I was pre-selected by another hottie and was invested in that. We started talking between hands about the dealer’s boyfriend breaking up with her (She shared a similar situation), and when I was winning hands she was high-fiving me (IOI). For those of you who gamble - how often does that occurrence happen? The answer is rarely, we’re talking lunar eclipse rare.
> I caught the dealer checking me out each hand with her eyes on mine, and when new people came up to play they didn’t exist, her attention as just on me - asking me where I’m from, what I do, where I’m staying, etc. These were not polite questions - these were her trying to make me qualify and find out if I’m boyfriend material. My body language was also very alpha- taking up 2 seats and being non-reactive to the situation around me (Other 1/2 naked girls walking by).
> Each reply implied high value; I run my own business, I am staying at a very nice hotel, I’m going to this club tonight and doing x with y, etc.
> She was interested and I could have walked away with her number quite easily if I had just asked. Why didn’t I? Good question, I suppose I just wanted to see if I still had it in me. That my friends, I do.
I’m going to try a few things in the next month to revamp my game here, because there’s just no excuse for the lack of magic in my life right now. Field reports shall follow with more advanced game.
My friend, Ted, as a new fashion blog up at: http://www.style-habits.com/blog/

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