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| Ultra Bar = Sausage Fest (via Roosh V) |
So I had plans to hang out with a snow bunny I met a while back at one of the happy hours my social group hosts. We made plans to link up on Friday night, but never did. She took forever having dinner with her friends, and then she wanted me to pay a $20 cover to come meet her at Ultrabar, a sausagefest bar. For those not in DC, if you’ve seen pictures from Roosh about why DC sucks for single guys, the pictures with the dots (pictured above) is from Ultra Bar.
I ended up doing some night game with Dave and John Panam the entire night instead. We hit up bars in Dupont, and spent the most of the time in Mad Hatters. It was not my scene, and my confidence level was literally like night and day, pun intended. My boy Dave was killin’ it, I saw him ask some girl for her name, and five minutes later he drags her outside for a makeout session, pimp!
This was the 3rd time I’ve done night game this year, and by far the worst. Early in the year I did an 80/20 analysis on my game, and made a conscious decision not do night game. The fact that I cannot go out frequently enough at night to build the social momentum required to get good at it, I decided to focus my efforts elsewhere, social circle game, lifestyle game, etc.
"A strategy is dominant if, regardless of what any other players do, the strategy earns a player a larger payoff than any other. Hence, a strategy is dominant if it is always better than any other strategy"The entire time I was out, I was thinking to myself this shit is not a dominant strategy! I’m here prowling for girls, had I known the broad I had a date with was gonna play meeting up games, I would have just done a photo shoot with all the models I’ve met so far, and then gone clubbing with them afterwards. I could be rolling up in the club with 10+ models; the rationale was clear as day.
After the night is over, I delete the girl’s number and charge her to the game, on to the next one. She ended up texting me at 3am, and I ignore it.
Almost a Porn Star
Once again, we tried the porn casting call. We didn’t get a hotel room this time, money is tight! I put up an ad saying we were an adult film company looking for new female adult film models. I emphasized the potential for girls to earn over $100,000…little did they know that it was in monopoly money, ROFL!!!!! I crack myself up some times!
We get 3 responses, and 1 of them actually followed through and met us for an interview, already an improvement from last time.
The plan was to use Mr. Hurgle’s mom's apartment, but when I inspected it a few hours before the girl was coming, it was a mess! And that was an understatement. The girl was supposed to meet us at Barnes and Noble as usual, then we would drag her back, but that was not gonna happen with the way the place looked.
In a moment of sheer genius, I figure out we can justify it by saying the theme of the shoot is her being seduced by a dirty sleazy guy who takes her back to his dirty apartment that has been setup to look as dirty as possible, we pat ourselves on the backs hehe.
Moments before meeting the model, Mr. Hurgle and I are shitting our pants! We had butterflies in our stomach and were feeling anxious as fuck, this put approach anxiety to shame. We look at each other and say, we can’t believe we’re actually pulling this shit off, if this goes down, it will be a story we tell our kids forever and we should win an oscar. I hadn’t felt that nervous since I did the first model casting call photo shoot. Ever since then, I got more comfortable with them and bullshitting. As they say, “Confidence comes with competence”.
We meet the model, and the Starbucks is too crowded, and I didn’t really feel like talking about porn there with so many people. We bounce her outside, and try to figure out where to go. Mr. Hurgle is being called up on the phone by another model (non-porn) who wants to meet for an interview that week, so I converse the future porn star briefly. I realize I don’t have my talent application forms and folder on me…fuck!!! That would have given us lots of credibility, posture and social proof, now we’re gonna look like total chumps. Mr. Hurgle suggests we head to Five Guys so we head there and sit down on a table and interview her.
We pull out Mr. Hurgle’s new camera and start recording the interview. We ask her random and relevant questions, and her answers to them somewhat surprised me. Here are some of the answers she said:
- She’s 20 years old, and has wanted to be a porn star ever since she was 10 years old!
- She’s fucked over 85+ guys…yikes!!!
- Works as a stripper
After bullshitting for a while, we go for the home run. We tell her that we’re going to shoot a “test shoot” to see if she can perform on camera. I tell her the scene will be Mr. Hurgle picking her up on the street and then seducing her back to his apartment. The proposal doesn’t come out so smooth since we’re winging it and she starts to think it over.
She says she didn’t come ready to do a test shoot and says she has to see her child custody lawyer at 7pm and we should reschedule. I’m thinking to myself, BULLSHIT! Who the hell comes to an interview and says they have to leave within 15 minutes to go somewhere else?!? But we were bullshitting too, so it was hard for bullshitters to call out another bullshitter.
I put on a non-oscar worthy performance about how our schedule is booked the rest of the week (which was true) but no dice. We wrap things up, and head out. Mr. Hurgle asked the model if we could do a quickie scene, and we all laughed. Oh well, at least we tried.
The adventures continue….
Takeaways
Night Game – Not worth the time right now, only worthwhile if I’m going on a date, or rolling with models to the club.
Porn Stuff – Logistics still are killing everything! We had a girl that wanted to fuck and logistics still fuck shit up! It really is 50% of the game as Adam says. I’m trying to do another photo shoot but have been having trouble finding a place in DC to host it. It’s cold outside now days, so shooting in public is not really ideal, especially if we’re shooting swimsuit and lingerie models.
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| Perhaps This Might Be the Solution |
I’m not going to lie, I’ll keep it real! Not having logistics in my favor does get frustrating at times. It’s like having all the pieces of the puzzle solved, except I’m missing the final last piece, which happens to be the most vital piece of all. I know once I get that final piece, the whole puzzle will be solved.
