2011 Tribute to Pickup

It’s the start of a new year, so I wanted to review and do a tribute to 2011. I had a lot of adventures and built a lot of memories that will be with me for the rest of my life. My last night in DC was almost as awesome as I envisioned it; it gave me the sure confidence in knowing where I had come from and where I was headed.

I barely was the same person when I entered the game. Although I still viewed myself as a young buck trying to make his way up the game, in 2011 I could not deny that I was no longer an upstart.

I’m getting ready to pack for a vacation in Africa for a few months, and when I return to the states will likely be moving from DC, to newer horizons. I don’t know where I’ll be taking my journey but wherever it is, I know that I will have no problem continuing with what I started.

I would like to take some time out and review some of the influential things from 2011. I’m making it in list form, since it makes for easier reading.

Top 5 Favorite Memories

I Could Get Used To This Lifestyle...Move Over Hugh Hefner

1. Becoming the Next Hugh Hefner - This one takes the cake, because I finally gathered the courage to try out something I had always thought about, but never had the audacity to attempt. I completely pushed myself out of my comfort zone by planning and hosting a model casting call, after reading about another person’s adventures in pulling it off. Once I tried and tasted the lifestyle of Hugh Hefner, I decided to pursue it with vigor.

“They sayin’ the sky is the limit. How bitch? I’m moon-walking!” – Big Sean

2. Swimsuit Models and Reality TV -  This was my 5th and last casting call and photo shoot for the year. I loved the way things culminated, with everything I had learned from the previous 4 coming together well. I continued pushing myself out of my comfort zone by recruiting swimsuit models, and even dabbled in porn, but that wasn’t as successful. I ended the year having a blast, and was offered an opportunity to appear on a reality TV show on behalf of the fashion magazine I started.

Hacking Online Game

3. Pulling My Dick Out in the Backseat – This was my first date from an online dating site using the online dating hack I had religiously worked on. It was also my first time trying out my new found rational self-interest and objectivist philosophy. I learned a lot in applying the philosophy and its strengths in keeping me grounded.

Accidently Sat in Paint Before Chasing Down Asian Girl lolz

4. What Would Superman Do? -  This was the time I pushed through my limiting beliefs and doubt from doing direct day game solo dolo. Thanks in part to watching the DJ Fuji 21 Convention Talk the day prior, for an entire day, I tasted what it was like to go direct on every hot girl I saw that day, without hesitation or needing a wing to push me.

Grand Central is the Spot

5. Push It to the Next Level -  Blue and I decided we were tired of not pushing ourselves when gaming. We decided to hold each other accountable and in the process, pushed our beliefs of what was possible from day and night game to a whole new level.

5 Wings I’m Grateful For

Mr. Hurgle's Small Penis

1. Mr. Hurgle – You’re wacky, crazy, kinda weird and most of the other wings on this list hated you. But I could care less, you were my main wing in 2011. My wings didn’t see your value, but I did. You were a fuckin’ master at breaking rapport, just like your role model Russel Brand!

You just lacked comfort, social calibration and intuition.  I helped you become more calibrated, and you in turn helped me work on breaking rapport and unstifling my self-expression. No matter how good or bad we would do during day game, one thing I can always say was that prowling the streets with you was always a lot of fun. By the end of the year we had built up so much chemistry and comfort, that we even attempted doing some gang bang pornos together with the models we were recruiting. I’ll end it by saying, I hope you get herpes on your vacation in Mexico you motherfucker, pun intended. How’s that for breaking rapport…looks like I’ll have to rebuild the comfort next time we see each other.

Daring Dave. Professional Approach Machine.

2. Dave – You were fuckin’ professional in 2011! I'm talking 1000 piece suit professional. You were the most consistent approach machine out of all my wings. I don’t think there ever was a day we went out and you had approach anxiety. While I would go through my ups and downs, you were like a steady wave always consistent. In 2011 I watched you grow and evolve from a reserved talker, to a smooth-rooftop-makeout-pulling talker in the span of a year. I have no doubt that out of the people I was winging with last year; you had the best drive and self-motivation to become great. I’ll see you again when we’re both pimps. I’m not a psychic or a mystic, but I think in the future we shall reconvene on a rooftop and philosophize about Ayn Rand and Ron Paul, surrounded with hot blonde cougars and Asian models. I’ll see you then.

Partners in Crime

3. Prince P – Great minds think alike! Out of all my wings, you were the only one who fully understood the tenet of “Perception is Reality”. And boy did we have a lot of fun in bending perception to create our own reality. Our mutual belief in rational self-interest took us to new bounds. From organizing a meetup group together and teaming up in starting a fashion magazine, very few people in pickup can say they were creating a perception, reality or lifestyle like ours.

You and your mutual belief in rational self-interest were my back support in helping me pursue the model casting calls. Where others bowed out due to fear or moral beliefs, you were the one who stood there with me and said let’s fuckin’ do this! Although I’ve left DC, I know we’ve left each other on good footing in building a lifestyle similar to Hugh Hefner, and will continue to do so. I have been working on some new shit that will take our fashion game to a whole new level. Get in touch with me when you read this and we’ll take about it.

BBC Crew Broadcasting Live!

4. John Panam -  I've known you for some time, but you just recently turned 21 late in the year, so that’s when our awesome adventures really started. Having another fellow Black guy, who brought that Black guy vibe when out infield was dope, and was something I missed. You understood the lingo, the swag, dat BBC right dere! Hanging out with you at the Asian happy hour pouching on Asian bunnies while Asian dudes were mean muggin’ was a memory to remember. That Ninja Kawasaki motor bike you got is steaming with swag. You definitely can use it to pull in some BBC bunnies. I'll see you when I see you, and you best believe I’ll be Broadcasting Live!

Knee Deep in the Fashion Game

5. Lifestyle Game  -  Coming in a tie is lifestyle game; this had a huge influence on me in 2011. Fashion opened up new possibilities and the rest is history. In terms of lifestyle, I found an identity that I was congruent with, and had the type of women I wanted to meet, beautiful and feminine. The magazine was like fishing with dynamite, when I met these type of women. I later added on a modeling agency, which was a form of me, just show boating in the endzone. Add on the social group we started, and meeting, talking and inviting girls out became less work.

Portable Wingman

5. Gum Camera - The gum camera was the portable wingman. Whenever I was out, I would press the record button and two things would happen. Either I would look like a pussy on camera, or I would look legendary! A basic simple fight or flight response. Having the spy camera motivated me to approach more consistently, and that’s not even mentioning the vital feedback to my game I received from going over the videos after the approach.

This post is becoming long, so I’ll wrap up the other influences on me in 2011 succinctly.

Top 5 Most Influential People

When You Want to Succeed as Bad as You Want to Breathe

1. Eric "The Hip Hop Preacher" Thomas – My daily dose of motivation and inspiration.
2. Ayn Rand – Objectivism and rational self-interest philosophy
3. Partytime and Gringoed from Roosh V forums – The inspiration for Model casting calls
4. Robert Ringer – Rational self-interest, moral code and reality
5. Hugh Hefner – Lifestyle game

Top 5 Most Influential PUAs

"You Don't Wanna Talk About Game, You Wanna Be Game" - Adam Lyons

1. AFC Adam – Proud DC Bootcamp alumni…thanks for everything Adam!
2. DJ Fuji – Responsible for my 2011 Action Plan
3. Sinn - Dates
4. Jeffy (RSD) – Beast mode and not being half a gangsta
5. Tyler (RSD) – Congruence and neediness

Top 5 Most Influential Books

"I wished to come here and state my terms. I do not care to exist on any others" - Howard Roark 

1. The Fountainhead – Opened my eyes to dangers of collectivism and introduced me to reason being an absolute

2. Autobiography of Malcolm X – Helped me apostate from western forms of religion
3. The Selfish Gene – Meaning of life, Game Theory and Evolutionary Stable Strategies
4. Talent is Overrated – Hard work beats talent. It’s all about “Deliberate Practice”
5. Atlas Shrugged – Moral code and Philosophy

That officially wraps up 2011! On to 2012, which I'll call "The Year of the Hustle!"

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Swimsuit Models and Reality TV

“They sayin’ the sky is the limit. How bitch? I’m moon-walking!” – Big Sean

Quick Update

Alright, I know this write up is coming late, but this is my last field report from 2011. Heck, it’s gonna be my last field report write up for a long ass time.  I’m no longer in DC, done with grad school and won’t be writing field reports for a while. No, the broad that wanted to sue me for posting an infield video hasn’t intimated me from posting; I will still be working on my lifestyle game. As a matter of fact, I am looking into buying my very own DSLR camera in 2012, that way I can cut out all the photographers and finna do it BIG by myself.

This post will be a great summation of the lifestyle I have been working on, and where I plan to take it in the future. Since it is my last post from 2011 and I have been receiving a lot of questions as to how I’ve been running and operating things, I will do an INTENSE break down of everything entailed in setting this up. So if you are one of the people who have been asking me about starting your own fashion magazine or modeling agency, this is the post you should read.

Let’s get it!

Background

For those who haven’t been following my lifestyle game, let me get you caught up to speed.

“If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants” – Isaac Newton

I started a fashion magazine with two wings after being inspired by a post on the Roosh V forum. In essence, it’s a simple wordpress blog with a magazine theme template where we post images and videos of us at local fashion events. One of my wings, Psykat is a professional videographer so the video we were shooting was high quality and made us look legit! I am a smooth talker and was responsible for recruiting the models. And last, Prince P had a corvette convertible, which came in handy for the photo shoots we hosted and he would buy drinks and snacks for the shoots.

"Hell, there are no rules here - we're trying to accomplish something" – Thomas Edison

So I hit the ground running, with nothing but my rational self-interest in building a lifestyle and social circle filled with models. I threw all the rules out the window. If you play by the rules, your results will only be as good as the rules let you be. If you play with no rules, the universe becomes your oyster, the possibilities are endless.

I Am Modeling the Best

I have learned that whenever I want to do something new, the fastest way to shortcut the matrix is to find someone who has already done it and follow C.P.M., which stands for Copy, Paste and Modify. Whoever has already done it has gone through most of the trials and errors and has probably spent lots of $$$ in refining the systems. So I steal whatever he’s done and build from there. In my case I used Hugh Hefner of Playboy as the role model of the lifestyle I was aiming at, including stealing some things from him.

Fast-forward…After being banned from craigslist, where I used to post casting call ads for my magazine’s photo shoots, I decide to graduate to the big leagues and join a model specific site to post my casting calls. It’s not model mayhem or one model place, this one is free and is friendly to casting directors.  What makes it even more awesome, some of the models on there pay $50 a month for premium membership and first dibs in being contacted by self-proclaimed casting directors like yours truly. This means some of the models on there are HEAVILY INVESTED and less likely to flake when I send them my casting calls since they’re paying to get first dibs. We call that FLIPPING THE SCRIPT.

I setup a personal profile as a casting director and put up my first ever casting call ad that I’ve refined over the course of 4 previous photo shoots. In scientific terms, it has EVOLVED through trial and error to become as optimum as possible in reeling in models and making sure they show up to my shoots. Even the follow up messages I send have been tested and scrutinized with excruciating detail as well as copied, pasted and modified from some of Playboys very own casting calls. Word!

Fast-forward, my inbox is flooded with 50+ models sending me emails attached with their photos and phone numbers saying they’re so eager to work with me. We filter out the ones we like and hold one-on-one interviews with the one’s we like, either in a bar or Starbucks, where we interview and ineffectively try to hit on them.

Almost No Shoot

Fast-forward, so the year is wrapping up and I had just finished doing the model interviews and was wondering to myself. Wednesday would be my last day in DC, and I have all these new models from the new site and haven’t yet done a photo shoot with any of them.

The thing that was holding everything back was finding a venue. We normally hold the shoots in a public location but I had planned to make things sexier by making the last shoot a “swimsuit/lingerie” shoot. I couldn’t host that outside because of the cold weather and pervs that would intrude and leer at the models.

After mass texting a bunch of girls in my phone asking about a venue, a girl that I met during fashion week months back and had been to one of our photo shoots says we can use the lounge in her apartment complex. I head there to check it out with Dave, and it is a dream come true.

The Perfect Venue

If I could have envisioned a perfect place for a shoot this would have been it, it was a legitimate lounge. It was decked out with a bar, pool table, xbox 360 and kinect, 4 flat screen TVs, a private lounge inside and a music system throughout the entire place. I laughed and reminisced in the futile venues we had used in the past. I knew I was officially graduating to the big leagues.

Logistics

I arrived there with my wing and talent assistant, Mr. Hurgle. Every detail was planned out, including the ratio of guys to girls. No guys would be there unless they had a specific purpose.

Guys:

1 – Me (Talent Director) – I ran the whole thing and told the models what we were doing.

2 – Mr. Hurgle (Videographer and Assistant) – I needed an assistant to add to my posture, the more people you have working under you, the more important you look. In addition, Mr. Hurgle has a video camera and I wanted to capture the whole thing on video. The video footage we took ended up being pathetic because he’s camera was a piece of shit.

I have been going through photographers like condoms during these shoots. The first photographer, also our wing and partner in the magazine, was uptight when it came to shooting and us being unprofessional with trying to flirt with the models. He was more concerned with the “professionalism” of the magazine, and we were more concerned with trying to bang the models. So there was a conflict of interest. He pulled a fast one on us by trying to cancel a shoot because we didn’t have an ideal venue.

Always planning a few chess moves ahead, I had a backup photographer in tow, an Indian friend of mine from school, so we ended up using him. He was a lot easier to work with and did everything we told him to. However, he was a dick in sending us the pictures and videos at a reasonable time. Before the shoot he was eager and friendly, then after he’s done shooting our models, he acted like I didn’t exist and I had to pester him for the pictures and video.  So by principle, I didn’t let him shoot the next shoot and moved on.

3 – Prince P (Photographer) – We needed a photographer and Prince P had just bought a DSLR camera. I decided to invite him as the main photographer, however after mulling it over, I remembered that Prince P is reliably unreliable when it comes to showing up to photo shoots on time. I needed to have a backup. Once again, always planning a few chess moves ahead, I had been talking to a photographer from the dc lair on twitter, and had told him to be on standby. The day of the shoot comes, and as suspected, I end up moving him up to main photographer. Good thing I prepared and had a backup otherwise we would have had a repeat of the last shoot, and have waited over an hour for a photographer to show up.

4 – Sheeno (Photographer) – Our initial backup, later moved up to main photographer, played the part well considering I invited him last minute.

5 -  PTR (Snacks and Wine) – A wing of mine, I told him he could come as long as he brought girls or food and drinks. One thing these photo shoots need is alcohol, it loosens everybody up. A shoot without alcohol is doomed to fail. We always go with $3 wines, it’s cheap and still gives us the posture of appearing classy.

Girls:

8 Models – I had 10 models confirm for the shoot, and 8 showed up. As always, they will always be flakes for every photo shoot. This was the lowest percentage to flake out of all the shoots, and I attribute it to the new modeling site I was recruiting from, my highly refined follow up messages and doing the one-on-one interviews.

2 Girls – The hot girl lending us the venue was there, as well as a photographer girl I met at Mad Hatters during a fashion event. I invited her to help out; she played the photographer’s assistant, and was responsible for telling the models what poses to strike. Having her there was more valuable than I could have imagined! The pre-selection she gave us was insane compared to our previous shoots. The models felt comfortable having a girl tell them what sexy poses to strike. This completely removed the creepy photographer stereotype that we’ve run into in the past and were trying to avoid.

Game Time

So it’s Wednesday 6pm, game time rolls around, and the models start arriving. My phone starts blowing up with more than 3 models trying to call me at the same time. I have to put each one on hold to talk the other one. I start picking them up from the lobby and bringing them to the lounge. I had borrowed from Playboy’s casting calls, and told all the models to bring evening dresses and high heels. So during the course of an hour, the clerk at the lobby sees me go up and down the elevator bringing in hot girls wearing dresses and high heels and wonders what I’m up to. She’s cool with it and I extend the invitation for her to come to our shoot. Fast-forward an hour later and we have 8 models ready to shoot.

I lost two models on the way, I forgot to pick one up from the lobby since I was so busy and she left, and another claimed she couldn’t find the place so she left after waiting. She called me to bitch to me about not being able to find the place and said she would be leaving. I simply told her “Okay, take care”. She was speechless; she thought I was going to beg her to stay. I was in ultimate abundance; I had 8 models upstairs waiting for me, I could care less if she left.

Warming Up

Getting Warmer

I instruct the girls to start out by doing individual shoots with the photographer and his assistant in the private lounge. I make small talk with the rest of the models while they’re waiting in the main lounge. I was trying to be cheeky, or rather, break rapport and loosen things up, but was too buttoned up and in professional mode.

The good thing, Mr. Hurgle had no problem doing that. He loosened things up a bit and was joking with the models. The music we had playing in the background definitely helped with that. We shoot for about an hour.

After an hour and a half, I laugh and tell Mr. Hurgle and Prince P we’re going to start the swimsuit shoot next. I tell the models to change into their bikinis or lingerie and meet us in the private lounge. About 15 minutes later they start rolling in and we get to shooting.

Heating Up

On Fire!!!

This was definitely more fun and sexier than the previous shoots. I wondered to myself, why the hell did I wait so long to do this. I guess it just took being more confident in pulling it off, as AFC Adam says, “Confidence comes with competence”. Now that I’ve done a swimsuit photo shoot, I don’t think I could ever go back to a regular shoot. The only way to go is up, by stepping it up to nude shoots…maybe that will be the plan for 2012.

In between the shoot I was flirting and trying to make moves on some models, but I appeared to be doing better with the married hot girl that let us use the venue. Some of the models had husbands or boyfriends, so I had written them off since it would be harder, and I had my eyes on two girls, a short snow bunny and a juicy black girl that is bound to end up in KING Magazine with a body like hers. Since I interviewed them one-on-one weeks earlier, it was easier to start flirting with them. There was an already established “Comfort” between us.

Since the shoot was on a Wednesday night, some of the models I interviewed couldn’t make iIt, so I had invited two models at the last minute that I did not interview. I noticed it was harder for them to fit in with the rest of the models, as well as for me to hit on them. We had not established any “Comfort” before the shoot, so they were still getting situated into everything; they kind of had the deer in the headlights look.

There was definitely something going on between me and the married hot girl. She’s really into fashion and with me running a fashion magazine and prancing around her lounge with swimsuit models in my fancy clothing and tie must have been flipping a million attraction switches. Her husband was supposedly coming to the shoot but her never showed up, he was late or something. I would just banter with her and resisted from trying to hit on her. I did not want to fuck up a good thing; having her let us use the lounge now, and possibly for future shoots, was worth too much to cough up.

Poppin' Bottles

Stay Thirsty My Friends

The Most Interesting Men in the World

PTR eventually arrives with the food and wine, although over an hour late. We wrap up shooting and start to pop the wine bottles. We pour each model a glass of wine and toast to our magazine. Things became more loosened up once the wine started going around, including myself. I needed it the most, I normally don’t use alcohol as a crutch, but in this case I was. Trying to appear professional in directing the photo shoot as well as flirt with models was a hard task for me.

Mr. Hurgle had no issues and was just being his normal crazy self. He fared best out of all of us. During the shoot he dragged the model he was going for outside to the bushes were something happened, but I don’t know exactly what haha. He ended up being driven home by her.

Since it was a Wednesday night and some models had to work tomorrow, some models start leaving. We chill out and party with the rest for a while, and proceed to start hitting on them, with wine acting as the excuse for our behavior. The short model I was going for ended up having to leave because her mom was waiting outside to drive her home.

We end up wrapping up and start to clean up. All in, I can say I had a lot of fun. Definitely the most fun thing I did in 2011, and a good way to end the year. If we stuck to a routine of doing these swimsuit-shoots every 2-3 weeks, like we had set out before, this would absolutely be a brilliant way to build a lifestyle filled with beautiful women.  I have experienced how Hugh Hefner lives and I can say, once you do, it’s hard for you to go back.

I’m taking a short break from the game, but plan to return and continue with building the Playboy lifestyle, and finna do it BIG! This time when I return, I expect to have my own crib, so the expectations will be huge.


Reality TV Show Offer?!?!

So I received a voicemail from some lady saying something about my fashion magazine, and since I’m a Black guy doing it BIG, she was asking if I wanted to appear on a reality TV show for TV One. It’s a lifestyle and entertainment channel for Black people with it's headquarters in Maryland.

Although I would have loved the posture, credibility and swag it would give me in building my Playboy Lifestyle, I am not in the stage where I can or want to be on a reality TV show right now. I chose not to take the offer…maybe down the line I might reconsider it.

But it did reaffirm the hustle I have been putting into this shit. Last year, I declared 2011 "The Year of the Blow Up!" Having a girl find my infield video, ending 2011 partying with swimsuit models and receiving an offer to be on a reality TV show I think qualifies as blowing up. I’m gonna keep it moving in 2012.

I’m thinking of calling 2012 “The Year of the Hustle!”

My next post will be an infield tribute to 2011 and wrapping up the year. Until then...

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Almost A Porn Star

Night Game

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.

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.

Missing the Final Piece to the Puzzle

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6 Models in 3 Days

As I mentioned before in my last post, I was blacklisted from Craigslist, which is where I used to post my model my ads. Now all new ads I put up are ghosted.

I decided to look around for some modeling sites to post on, and came across this site that was free. I setup a casting director account, and within a few days my account gets approved by their staff, hehehe, suckers!

I browse their catalog, and post a casting call that has an expiration date for next year, that way I can have models applying almost indefinitely. I put in the criteria I want for the model such as race, height, weight, age, etc. and 295 models meet my criteria.

There’s a choice to contact each model on there, and after contacting a few I realize I’m not acting rationally. As I suspect, I find at the top of the page that I can just  click a button to select all the 295 models and spam them my casting call…and that is exactly what I did haha.

Over the next few days I sat back and watched as my inbox was flooded with models responding with their pictures, and phone numbers telling me how eager they were to meet and work with me. I see Charlie Sheen in the background saying “winning!”

After a few days I had over 50+ emails from models in my inbox. In addition to that, the quality in terms of hotness was superior to craigslist. I realize that sifting through and selecting the ones we wanted to interview would be hard work. I recruit my new assistant talent director and wing Mr. Hurgle, and we sit down for 4 hours picking and arguing over the girls we each want to interview. We had so many babes that we realized that we could do an interview every single day of the week.

We created a document that organized each model by their availability and matched it up with ours. I end up lining up 8 model interviews in 5 days. That meant I had 2 on Monday, 1 on Tuesday, 3 on Wednesday, 1 on Thursday and 1 on Friday. We joked and called it the “8 models in 5 days”. We had so many models left over that I set my boy Dave up with one model as well, and told the rest we would schedule them for next week.

I’ll go over a brief overview of how each interview went. As I mentioned in my last post, I did things a little different this time, and rather than doing the interviews at Starbucks, I did them in a bar, I thought it would be more conducive for me.

Monday

5pm Native American Broad

This was a sexy Native American broad, fine as hell. We meet at the usual bar in Georgetown, and I pull out my questionnaire and we talk about her modeling career and ability. I order sangria, and she just orders water, not good, there goes my idea of getting her tipsy. We’re seated at the bar and she pulls out her look-book and we start going through her photos. She had some nudie pics so we start looking at those and talking about if she does nude modeling. I saw a ring on her finger and would later find out she has a husband. She was dressed real sexy and I was glancing at her boobs during the course of the interview. After a bit, I wrap up the interview and get ready for the 7pm girl.

I recorded the interview with my gum cam, but it was too dark to see shit, since it has on flash and is a spy cam.

7pm Indian Broad

She shows up and we sit at the tables and she’s not dressed that sexy compared to the last model. She has no experience modeling, and is an amateur, so the interview goes by fast. I didn’t bother ordering any drinks, and neither did she, since I was trying to save my money.

Tuesday & Thursday

I realize that I had a final exam this day, and end up having to cancel my interviews for this day, and Thursday.

Wednesday

3pm White Lingerie Model

I meet this model in Starbucks like in the past. We talk about the questionnaire stuff and after we’re done she just wouldn’t shut the fuck up! She was qualifying herself out the ass. It’s like she knew an awkward silence would end the interview, so she kept on talking. We talked about her boyfriend, who she mentioned he was a model as well, while I rolled my eyes. We talk about nude modeling for a bit as well. After that I go for an insta-date and ask her where to find some good tea. She walks me to a tea and cupcake shop in the area leading the way like her life depended on it. I got to see her full body standing up for the first time, and began getting wood. She ends up going shortly after that, since her boyfriend had dropped her off and would be picking her up.

I thought I got this one on my gum cam, but as soon as I was done, I saw that I had never turned it back on…fuck!

5pm Snow Bunny from PA

I get ready for my interview with another snow bunny, and this one I was meeting her in the usual bar. She shows up and we sit at the bar and begin the interview. I find out this girl drove 2 hours from PA with her boyfriend for this interview. Two fuckin’ hours??? I mentally tell myself, “No Guilt in your game!” and tell her she must be really dedicated. Didn’t like the fact that she had her boyfriend waiting outside though.

I order sangria as usual, and she just orders a coke, fuck! We talk about modeling, nude modeling, and sleazy photographers she’s worked with, etc. I have her critique the photos of the hot models I’ve interviewed so far, to build credibility that I am legit, haha. She liked it as well.

After a while we wrap up, this was the longest interview I did this week. To my surprise I find out that her boyfriend was in the corner of the bar waiting, wtf!!! He comes introduces himself and they head out.

7pm Swimsuit Model w/Boyfriend

After being surprised that the last model’s boyfriend was in the bar hiding without me knowing, I didn’t think it could get any worse.

This next broad from craigslist had the audacity to bring some dude, never found out who he was, likely her boyfriend or brother, to the bar for the interview. I decide I’m tired of this shit, and was going to go through the questionnaire as fast as possible.

But before that happens, I end up getting kicked out of the bar by the staff haha. They tell me I can’t have business interviews in their bar, and that they’re a business trying to make money as well. Made no sense, since I was ordering drinks most of the time I was there, but I think they didn’t like that I was buying cheap wines on their happy hour menu and were hating on me with these models.

One bar tender was looking at me after the last interview, maybe because I didn’t tip him. Regardless, I don’t argue, since I was not about to waste money drinking with a broad and some other dude with her. We bounce to Starbucks and finish the interview in break neck speed and I dip out. Astla vista!

Friday

7pm Black Lingerie Model

I skip the bar interviews having learned my lesson, and meet this lingerie babe from Craigslist in a bookstore. To continue on with the surprises, this chic brought her mom to the interview!!! She waited around the bookstore as we did the interview in the coffee shop inside the bookstore. We go through her lingerie pics and talking about her modeling shit and some go-go dancing she did. I wrap up the interview, she says she wants to meet me again to give me some more photos since she didn’t bring any, and I agree, pending that she doesn’t bring her mom next time.

Overall Takeways

1. Model Specific Sites Better
2. Models Are Not Single
3. No Bar Interviews, Coffee Shops Better
4. Don’t Let Models Bring People to Interviews
5. Insta-Date, Break Rapport and Escalate
6. Have Models Critique Other Models

Model Specific Sites Better – After posting my ad on the modeling site, I can unequivocally say it was superior. On craigslist the models where more suspicious and hesitant since it’s haven for a lot of creepy photographers…like I’m one to talk haha. With this site however, I don’t receive that negative association and the models are eager to meetup.

Models Are Not Single – To my dismay, the models I’ve interviewed so far have had husbands or boyfriends. Now it looks really obvious, that if a girl is hot enough to be a model, it would be an anomaly for her to be single since she can have her pick of the litter in terms of guys.

No Bar Interviews, Coffee Shops Better - Models will not order drinks during the interview. Come to think of it, what person would drink on a job interview? They’re trying to get a job and want to come across as professional. I realize that meeting in Starbucks was a better idea, since I save my money and only use it when I’ve successfully insta-dated them, and know that they didn’t bring anyone with them.

Don’t Let Models Bring People to Interviews - Models bringing their husband, boyfriends and moms to the interviews is not kosher! Same thing happened to the interviews I set Dave and Mr. Hurgle up with. I tried in the past casting calls, to tell models not to bring people to the shoots. Two things would happen, either they would not show up thinking we were creepers, or they would still bring someone and have them hangout somewhere in the area for a few hours. Then when the interview was over, you would see their husband or boyfriend pop up to drive them home. I think this might be a better strategy, and I might have to go back to it, regardless of if I lost some models.

Insta-Date, Break Rapport and Escalate - Just like in regular cold approach, insta-dates change the dynamics between me and the models and make it more conducive to what I’m trying to do. In cold approach, it changes it from us two being strangers, to being friends with a dating frame. With the two insta-dates that I’ve done so far, the dynamic changed from being very professional, to being more laid back and friendly, making it easier to start flirting with them.

After thinking about it, it’s hard to escalate the interaction when they’re uptight and trying to put their best foot across. In order to make things easier, I need to start breaking rapport more during the interviews, to loosen them up. Mr. Hurgle and I talked about it, and comfort is already assumed since they’re there for the modeling interviews. We have a commonality in common that interests them, and they want a job from us.

We could try really hard and the comfort would not break because they really want the jobs. That means we can go hard core with it, and push things to the limit. Qualification is already taken care of since we’re interviewing and qualifying them on their modeling careers. Come to think of it, the two main things that need to be done are breaking rapport and escalating. That’s pretty much the game...and logistics, the dreaded logistics.

Have Models Critique Other Models – When I did this with the model from PA, it made everything more fun and helped escalate the conversation. I should start doing it on every interview. It might be a great way to take the conversation sexual. I could ask them if they think the model is hot, whether they would kiss or bang her if they were a guy….I think I’m onto something here. Exactly how AFC Adam talks about escalating verbally.

Well that's pretty much it, setting up more interviews for this week, and will work on applying the new findings I had from the previous ones' I've done so far. Mr. Hurgle and I are interviewing a model that wants to do porn today, this might be interesting.

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Drinks With Italian Model

Alright, as I mentioned, my ass is gonna start posting more often. Trying to keep up with my home boy Dave, whose been posting everyday on his journal on RSDNation.

Lets get it!

Mindsets

"Hell, there are no rules here - we're trying to accomplish something" - Thomas Edison

Before I start, I would like to give a shout out to some posts that reiterate the new mindset of rational self-interest that I've been employing.

First one from fellow brotha Assanova:

I would say that around ninety-nine percent of the men reading this aren't getting as much sex as they want. Why not? Because these are the men that like to play by the rules. They treat the game of women as something where there are rules that every guy follows, and every guy is on an even playing ground.

And that is the biggest downfall of guys looking to have sex. They never stop and think that any and every obstacle will be thrown in their way (anything that can go wrong, will go wrong), and they never stop to think that other men really do have huge advantages over them. Or maybe they do, however, they are doing absolutely nothing to help themselves.

Instead of accepting the disadvantages that they have and accepting that obstacles will always be in their way, they hold on to their sense of chivalry, their sense of being the good guy, and in turn, they continue playing by the rules; rules that will always work against them. If such men realized that the rules were rigged against them, then maybe they would actually start to succeed with women.

How many of you have let a pretty boy steal your girl when you were bigger than him and could have pushed him out of the picture with pure physical intimidation? How many of you have lost a girl that wanted to have sex with you because you didn't want to risk upsetting her friends? And how many of you were afraid to lie to a girl to her face to get what you wanted?

Most of you? You don't have the balls to do any of the above. And that's why you don't get laid; you just can't be the bad guy. You keep trying to play a game that you just can't win. The rules aren't fair, and the only way for you to win, is to throw them out of the window. Stop feeling guilty. If you want to win the game of women, you have to have your own self-interests in mind, because if you don't, some other guy will, and he'll be getting the women you wish you had.

Second one from The Naughty Nomad:

My point is if everyone’s manipulating everyone for their own end (including you), why not do it right!

You must follow the way of the Pirate.

Fuck your scruples. Morality ends with a soggy tissue and an empty bed.

Lie. Cheat. Game. Rape. Pillage other’s girlfriends, fiancés & wives. Exploit economical disparity and exotic capital. Provided you keep within the law, you should learn and do anything and everything to bed women. 

Some deep shit being spouted by those two cats.

Gum Camera Damaged Even More

I let Mr. Hurgle borrow it, and It fell again while day gaming in Wholefoods. On a funny side note, while we're scouring the floor for a microscopic screw that fell out of the gum cam, a girl (not cute) asks us what the hell we're doing on the floor. I see an approach invitation and proceed to run textbook game and get her number within 5 minutes. Too bad the camera wasn't working properly.

I think I'll also get an audio recorder as well, to record the conversations since the gum cam is brittle and breaks easily. Going over my interactions on video I learned a lot and can see the value in even having just an audio recorder.

Model Interview

Italian Swimsuit Model 

Just like last week, I said fuck it to online game and fatties, and posted an ad for "Swimsuit Models". I got some responses and setup an interview with the hottest of the bunch, a sexy Italian model. After what happened last week, the plan was to pull the trigger this time and bounce the model to my standard bar for dates. Anything less would have been considered a failure.

She shows up, and she is looking real sexy, sexier than the first two interviews I did last week. Initially I had planned to bounce her for drinks right off the bat, by saying we can have the interview at a certain bar, but as Mike Tyson says, "Everybody has a plan, till they get hit!".

After getting hit by her sexyness, we go to Starbucks and do the interview as usual. I bust out the talent application, we go through it and I qualify her on her modeling and why we should pick her. The thing I hated the most was I couldn't record any video or audio to study for later on. Will have to wait till the new gum cam I ordered comes in the mail.

This broad was sexy and she knew it. She was completely full of herself and kept on saying how hot she was. I guess that's to be expected with a hot model. She was fun though, and is a party animal. Moments after starting the interview she says she's hungry and is starving. I mention that I was thinking of having the interview at the restaurant and bar I go for dates.

She says we should have done that, and I'm kinda surprised. I say I didn't want to trigger the creeper alarm by inviting her to a bar for an interview. She says I could have not told her it was a bar, and just invited her. I take note to the game she was teaching me; definitely using this for my next interviews.

She shows me her lingerie photos while in Starbucks, and she's kind of nervous since other people are peeping haha. We wrap up the interview quickly and bounce to a bar. Game on!

Drinking at Bar

We go to the bar and sit down, order drinks and she orders food. The talking starts, and she's doing most of it and doing everything to let there not be any awkward silence. It's funny how I'm having drinks with a hot model and she's the one gaming me, yet when I go on online dates with sub-par girls from OKC and PoF, I'm the one working hard to make things happen. This definitely beats online game.

This girl definitely knows game, and knows how to use it. She mentions that her and her boyfriend are cool with each other fucking up in the relationship, and her boyfriend doesn't get pissed of if she does something to further her "career". She uses kissing someone as an example, but I view it as, her boyfriend is cool with her fucking her way to the top! She says her boyfriend is also a model, is hot, and has no trouble getting girls, so they keep each other in check.

This broad and her hot model boyfriend, I'm there feeling like the guy below. I'm laughing because this broad would probably not give me the time of day if I were to cold approach her, but she's kissing my ass right now because I'm a hot shot talent director for a modeling agency and fashion magazine.

She mentions about some solo masturbation sex tape she did for some photographer she used to "see" up in New York. I took it as a sign that she was fucking the photographer to further her career. She says she knew he wouldn't do much for her career unless she was flirty and sexy with him.

I was soaking in the deep rational game this broad was spitting. She knew where she wanted to go with her career, and if she had to seduce, tease, and fuck the guys in the industry on her way to the top, she had no problem with it. This is exactly why I got into this industry, hehe!

In terms of places to bang, I peeped the bathrooms in the basement of the place, and they are conducive to bathroom pulling. She also had a car, but parked on the main street. We talked about the sex tape, relationships and partying, but the convo never escalated any further, which is ultimately my fault. Still getting used to trying to act professional and also bang these models at the same time. I never did my Lip Gloss and Chapstick SOI that I normally do on my dates. I had to wrap up the "interview" after a while, since it was getting late and I had to head back to catch the metro and bus.

She invited me to come "party" with her this week (I love it!), but I declined since I already had a date planned for Friday with a girl I met last week, this one seems hella down.

In hindsight, if I had more time, I could have done what I did with the last girl that brought her car, and bounced her to the waterfront and have her park there, telling her I wanna show her the place we held our last photo shoot as a justification. Note taken!

Takeaways

I will take the Italian models advice and skip Starbucks altogether, and hold the interviews at a bar. I won't tell them it's a bar, and will justify that it's a long day and I need a drink. Makes things much more easy, especially when they're drinking as well. This also gives me more time since we're starting at the bar right away, freeing up more time to bounce them somewhere else.

Second takeaway, these broads are freaks and will fuck their way to the top. If they wanna do that, I will not have any shame or guilt in helping them with that. Every model has to pay their dues, and I will be acting as the debt collector.

I have a karaoke date lined up for this Friday, looking forward to it.

Also put up ads for "Stripper" auditions. I had three girls so far respond, just need to find a place to hold it that's conducive to doing this. That's it for now, no videos.

Deuces, I'm out!

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