<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:06.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chez Phantasmo</title><subtitle type='html'>Chez Phantasmo is a place for El Phantasmo to post daily field reports to track his progress and learning curve in pursuit of a certain goal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115307418997046451</id><published>2006-07-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:24:29.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 9-15</title><content type='html'>July 15 - I was out with BenJew last night and a girl he introduced me to and decided to just go home rather than stick around and run game on a girl he set me up with that was definitely into me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14 - Out with Irish. Dance, karaoke, and open up a few sets. The best is probably this street approach - about an 8.5. I pick her up on the street. "Ok, I know it's really sketchy to talk to random guys off the street, but hey, I think you're cute, so lets talk or whatever." She smiles and is into me enough that she overlooks my wing's interrupting the conversation in a way that is meant to lift me up but makes me look sketchy. She's going somewhere else, "Come into this restaurant with me and lets dance to arabic music instead." We're dancing when her phone rings. She doesn't pick up and turns it off. "Who's that?" "It's my boyfriend." I don't mess with girls who have bf's. I suggest she go meet up with her bf and walk her out. I do some more street approaches afterward, and performed some pretty amazing approaches beforehand, but nothing else to write about. Standard operating procedure stuff with dancing, saying "Hi." and pivoting another alpha male whose friend was having a birthday party. Something significant though was I noticed that if I answer honestly about what I do with my time that most girls are intimidated. So I'm switching it up in the following manners: 1. "What do you do?" "I've got a day job and a start-up. You pick." 2. Won't mention Harvard. Makes girls think you're marriage material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13 - Out with Irish. I do a little dancing, but most of the good stuff came from street approaches and opening up sets. I opened up a two-set walking quickly in the opposite direction - you'd think to yourself "These girls DEFINITELY don't want to talk" - by using my hand as a puppet and going "Hiiiiii-deeee-hoooo!!!! Stop and stay a while." in a weird, high-pitched puppet voice. It was pretty ridiculous. They stopped, Irish ended up hooking up with one of them. The one I picked beforehand had a bf so no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12 - Was out with Mettner. Originally going to go to a concert together, but it was cancelled. Instead we had a double date with a girl he's seeing and her roommate. I was not at all interested in the roommate (she was about a 6- which would have been high enough for me about a month ago, interestingly enough) Then went to a karaoke place and this pretty hot girl gave me her number. She lives in Long Island though, which is far-enough away that I won't make an effort to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I call up my regular and sleep over at her place.&lt;br /&gt;Background: read May 18 Sarge/ 3rd Base Report http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-18-sarge-3rd-base-report.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Asian from Texas is: very hot, always horny, and has her own one-bedroom condo with no roommates that's very convenient to my office. We hooked up the first day we met and then didn't see each other for about a month and a half (this was before she had her own place). Now she does have a place and I go over and fuck her once or twice / week. We don't hang out on dates or ever see each other outside her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless a girl has her own place that's clean (no cat-hair or anything) where I can go over and fuck her, fall asleep, and get to work easily the next day, I'm no longer  interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I don't have my own place, that's a pretty amuzing situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11 -&lt;br /&gt;Open up a set on the street during lunch break. She doesn't speak English, Spanish, Chinese, or Italian. Baby sister's birthday, go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10 - &lt;br /&gt;Yoga class, then go home. Opened up a girl at a clothing store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9 -&lt;br /&gt;Go into work straight from girl's house I picked up the night before. I left my cellphone at home the previous day, so I never took down her number and I've already forgotten her name. Still groggy from night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent some time thinking about my game and where it is most productive. Results: My best female contacts have come from school, street pick-ups, or off the internet. However, I've been spending most of my pick-up time at bars. This observation begs an adjustment in game. I'm going to try out a 1-week period where I don't go to bars without a) dancing or b) karaoke. Also, I'm going to learn to dance better so I can dominate a dance floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115307418997046451?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115307418997046451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115307418997046451' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115307418997046451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115307418997046451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-9-15.html' title='July 9-15'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115247846480117287</id><published>2006-07-09T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:21:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2 - July 8 - Sarge, Lay, and 3rd base reports</title><content type='html'>New mission: Pick up women near my office. I work in SoHo, which has some of the most beautiful women in the world. Gotta hit that up. SoHo women are a different breed of women. They have higher standards. I need to dress better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started yoga and I'm working on getting in better shape because, well, why not? I'm also getting a solid wardrobe of custom-tailored clothing thanks to the clothing company I'm working on, so that should facilitate more efficient street pick-ups of higher-end women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2 - Sunday, hung out with Fleiss and then got booty-texted to sleep at NYU girl's house. Went over and slept with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 3 - # closes only. Roof party at IPG and Aussie's place. Reconnect with some friends from college and got a couple of numbers. Strong indicators of interest from a couple of other girls, but I was not interested in them yet because it was still too early in the night for their level of attractiveness. Then a party at CoolGirlDesigner's friend's house across the street. I went after one girl and then found out she had a boyfriend after the other girls. I should have gone after a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4 - # closes only. Hung out in central park and played frisbee. Girl was with her bf but I wasn't sure so I hit on her. Amusing situation. Went to a roof party in the east village to watch fireworks. Was pretty fun. Hot indian girl suggested I number-close her and I realize as I'm writing this post that I've forgotten to call her for lunch even though I said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5- walked around, did some street approaches. No closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6- Went out to dinner with Red-stripe party, then karaoke w/ Irish. Large number of approaches. No closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 7- Large number of street approaches. Fell in love with this girl who works for Victoria's Secret. Irish and I were about to leave the place we were at when I saw this beautiful woman walk into the place we were leaving. "One sec man. I have to go talk to that woman who just walked in." I opened her up with the lesbian approach and Irish started making out with her friend. I get shot down by Victoria's Secret girl twice but she was responsive to conversation so I ask her what was up. "Well I can't make it TOO easy for you." So I know the game is on. But then she walked away, so I was confused. I open up a couple more sets and then I see her standing at the end of the bar. I eject mid-sentence from the set I was in "One sec, I have to go." and start conversation again. She's still got a bitch shield up but it's dropping. Fast forward an hour. Kiss close and number close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8- Ridiculous. Several number closes, go home with someone 3rd base. Update again in a bit. Need to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115247846480117287?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115247846480117287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115247846480117287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115247846480117287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115247846480117287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/07/july-2-july-8-sarge-lay-and-3rd-base.html' title='July 2 - July 8 - Sarge, Lay, and 3rd base reports'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115186409953943580</id><published>2006-07-02T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:14:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 23 - July 1- Sarge and 3rd Base Reports</title><content type='html'>June 23 - Went out with a bunch of people. Opened up somewhere along the lines of 15 sets. Didn't get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24 - Went to a party in Long Island. Had a date w/ a girl I'd met through Fleiss a year and a half ago that I reconnected with on Facebook. We were not feeling each other. MISTAKE: I should have taken her straight back to my friend's place before I could get a chance to get bored of conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 25 - Went home. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26 - Opened up a few sets. Went home went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 27 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm &lt;br /&gt;Hang out with coworker "Books" (he's the book keeper where I work) and we go out for happy hour drinks. We were going to go into one spot, but it's empty, so  I insist we check out a new place. I see a girl on the street that looked like a dancer. "Hey. You work around here?" "Umm.. no." "Ok.. umm... hmm... wait. Let me start over. My friend/ coworker and I are going across the street right there for happy hour. Want to come with?" She goes in and hangs out with us. We chat and have a good time. She's feeling me, and Books even gets us a round of shots, but talks about work the whole time and I find it impossible to isolate. I even sent a text message that said "Say you have to peace. I got this one." He made an effort, but didn't understand he should have just bolted out, instead of walking in the same direction as us. He's married, and faithful, so I know he wasn't blocking. I get her number. We part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;I go to meet up with Irish in Brooklyn. He just got back from Mexico and is at a birthday party. I open up a few sets on the way to Brooklyn with no luck. I open up a few more sets on way out the train but no luck. I get in bar and open up a few sets. Shot down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;I part from group thinking "Crap. My game is off tonight." Then I see this group of girls walking across the street from me. I think "Ehh. I should go home. I'll just check this one place (not the place those girls were going to) and go home. No targets there. I walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I snap out of my daze and walk to the one bar those girls could have been going to considering the direction they were walking in. They are there. Jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:40 pm&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. Where you guys from?" "Huh?" "You look foreign." "Nope. I'm from Brooklyn. *she turns her back to me*" "What? Ok lets start again *smiles*... Hey, do I know you from somewhere? *smiles*" "Haha. Who knows. It's a big world out there. You might." She sits down with her friends and pulls me with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We're giving each other massages at this bar booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:20 am&lt;br /&gt;I make out with her and one of her friends in the back yard of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;I try to contact Irish to get him over. Group of five girls, I'm making out with two of them. Three left. All hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We're making out and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We go back out to the back yard and make out. I get her shirt off. She has one of the most ridiculous bodies I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am&lt;br /&gt;She goes back to sleep at her friend's house. I'm not invited, but she wants to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 am&lt;br /&gt;I sleep at IWWK and SAL's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am&lt;br /&gt;I change into one of the extra shirts I keep at my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with a girl I picked up two years ago. She looks good. We feel each other. She heads back to Staten Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with a girl off the internet. She's fat. Abort. "Hey, nice meeting you. I need to go to Barnes and Noble and pick up some books and whatever." "Ok. Lets go." "No, I mean by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:06 pm&lt;br /&gt;I text message NYU girl I've been hooking up with and go to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 29&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am&lt;br /&gt;I change into another extra shirt I have at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Fleiss. Go over some projects we are working on together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Go to Barnes and Noble to pick up a book that was reserved for me. Walk to one place. Closed for private party. Go to other places. Scared to open up sets. Shake it off. Open a few sets. Call up Irish. He comes down for karaoke. I make a conscious effort to go into higher-end places and open up sets there. I do. Don't get any numbers though, but didn't push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Irish shows up. We drive to West Village. I open up a few sets on the street. Irish gives speech about how he thinks approaches should be more natural. I see two girls sitting at the end of a bar we are going to. I open them up. They turn out to be 5's. Abort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We've checked out several places. Settle on a karaoke bar. Sing ridiculous amounts of karaoke. Place is empty. I pick up and then bring in a girl off the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Irish brings in girls off the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We hit on this ridiculously hot indian woman. Then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30&lt;br /&gt;Go to Washington DC for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with PUA Ridiculous in DC. I open up a few sets with no success. He's with his ridiculously hot girl that he picked up at the Italian embassy, which he got into by lying and saying he was with the Washington Post. He's really a banker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We meet up with my coworkers and get lots of food. I open up a couple more sets. Shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Try to get everyone to go karaoke, but no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1&lt;br /&gt;Back to New York. Over to Fleiss' place and pass out. Then work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Jew and I go out. We hit up something like 12 bars and open up sets with no success. Karaoke, dancing at a lounge, dancing at lit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15 am&lt;br /&gt;On our way to more karaoke when I see this gorgeous girl outside a gay bar. She's half-naked. Jew has a picture of her that I'll post as soon as I get the chance. 9.5 "Hey, last time I knew, this used to be a gay bar." "It still is. You should check it out." "I'm not gay." "I'm not lesbian." "I'm straight." *she smiles* "Hey, why don't you come with my friend and I to another place. Since we're all not gay." She calls her gay friends that are inside and they come out. She opts to stay there, but grabs me by the hand and pulls me inside. We start making out. I buy her a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We walk back to Fleiss' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 am&lt;br /&gt;We sleep in loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Her friends pick her up downstairs and she goes home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115186409953943580?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115186409953943580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115186409953943580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115186409953943580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115186409953943580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/07/june-23-july-1-sarge-and-3rd-base.html' title='June 23 - July 1- Sarge and 3rd Base Reports'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115128342589134949</id><published>2006-06-25T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:57:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a Minute</title><content type='html'>It's been a minute since my last post. Here's an update: I slept with the girl who gave me a lap dance in an empty nyu rehearsal space from three weeks ago. And I got a 9-5. Before I was working on projects and living off my savings from businesses I started in the past. Also, I went through a down-period where I was tired of hooking up with random girls. But I kept up my street approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still digesting the new responsibilities and trying to figure out where picking up women fits into my larger ambitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115128342589134949?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115128342589134949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115128342589134949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115128342589134949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115128342589134949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-minute.html' title='Been a Minute'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115064989542074275</id><published>2006-06-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:59:07.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 17- Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 13&lt;br /&gt;Missed approaches: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Started out the night with Fleiss and Jew. Friend of a friend's birthday party at a hookah bar. Approach a few sets, but something was off. Shot down. Get a call from Kim to sleep over at her house that I reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Fleiss leaves to hang out with her girlfriend. Jew and I go out sarging. My game is off for some reason and I don't approach any women. I cover up by telling myself I'm hungry, but I don't think that was the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Velvet and Graf. Start approaching some sets. Back in gear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at a dance party at a rehearsal studio in Chelsea. Approach several sets. MISTAKE: One girl was definitely into me but I made the same mistake as a few nights ago and waited too long to make out with her. Can't let that one happen again. Note: Graf was standing outside and heard that girl talking about me when some other guy tried to spit game to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 am&lt;br /&gt;Go outside dance party to invite other people. Open up a few more sets while on phone. Shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15 am&lt;br /&gt;Whole crew changes locations. MISTAKE See several hot girls entering the train while we were leaving it, but don't approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45 am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at new location. See no hot girls there, but MISTAKE don't change location to where there might be some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Jew and I walk back to Fleiss's place. Approach several sets on the way. Shot down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115064989542074275?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115064989542074275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115064989542074275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115064989542074275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115064989542074275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-17-sarge-report.html' title='June 17- Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115058733168133404</id><published>2006-06-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:37:24.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 12 - 16 Sarge/ 3rd base reports</title><content type='html'>Dress: Varied. Suit one day, khaki's and blue dress shirt another, jeans and t-shirts the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Khaki's and blue dress shirt. Hooked up with Michelle. We got to third. Approached some women, but not nearly enough. I feel sick and need to sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Sleep over at Kim's house. She gives a mediocre hand job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Hook up with Michelle, she takes me back to her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Hook up with Michelle, then meet up with Kim at her cast party. Kim comes to Brooklyn, where we hook up in IWWK's apartment. She leaves in the morning before I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Hang out with Boxer's friend. She tells me in conversation that she has a boyfriend, so I keep conversation flowing and pick up the girl sitting behind us. Use the "You guys make an attractive couple" line and get into conversation. Turns out she's a stripper from Syracuse. In town for a couple days because she's "guest dancing" at Scores. Fast forward a couple of hours. We're sitting in a park together and MISTAKE: Don't go for a kiss after giving her a massage because she's feeling me and I figure we'll make out by the end of the night anyway. Instead: When we get back to the bar, someone throws a lemon at her friend and she flips out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115058733168133404?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115058733168133404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115058733168133404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115058733168133404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115058733168133404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-12-16-sarge-3rd-base-reports.html' title='June 12 - 16 Sarge/ 3rd base reports'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115030269296651527</id><published>2006-06-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:22:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 11 - Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress - Same as night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three approaches, one conversation - wasn't really in pick-up mode. Call cute asian chick from Friday to hang out and reschedule for following day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115030269296651527?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115030269296651527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115030269296651527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115030269296651527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115030269296651527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-11-sarge-report.html' title='June 11 - Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-115004514074971463</id><published>2006-06-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:01:04.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10- Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Greyish blue thermal, brown t-shirt, jeans, red sneakers, army hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 am&lt;br /&gt;Walk home from "TooSexy"'s (he's got a tattoo that says "Too Sexy" on his arm that he's had since high school) friends' house. Hot girl across street and half-way down the block in opposite direction. MISTAKE: Should have noticed her earlier and yelled out at her and told her to wait while I cross the street. Instead, I was on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and go to the city. No hot women on train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;Approach a 2-set going into their building. "Hey, are you guys ok?" Cute asian girl (maybe a 7?) looks me up and down and goes "YES! We're at this party and there are no cute guys there!" I get her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at an open bar with free Brooklyn Lagers. Approach two 2-sets, a 1-set, and a 1 set with a guy that was probably her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: 2-set had a strong bitch shield. Approaching with "Hey you guys make a cute couple. My friend is starting a lesbian publication that I'm helping her out with and you should totally check it out." TOTALLY disarmed the bitch shield and put us straight into friendly conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:21 pm&lt;br /&gt;Cute asian girl comes to bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Make out with cute asian girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Asian girl goes back to party she was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 am&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Actress from earlier in the week. She confesses she's 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Last call. We STILL haven't made out, but she introduced me to this cool bar that's mostly women dancing and wants me to go to her cast party. Will sarge there later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-115004514074971463?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/115004514074971463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=115004514074971463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115004514074971463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/115004514074971463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-10-sarge-report.html' title='June 10- Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114996214286966765</id><published>2006-06-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:24:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 9- Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Jeans, red sneakers, tan printed t-shirt, army hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good openers today. Made out with one girl, and felt up another. Spent most of day with SAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Woman on subway holding flowers. Sit next to her: "So is it your birthday... or you just got fired and they told you to take home your plants?" She starts laughing pretty hard and we chat for a quick second. SAL and I get off the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to several women on the subway. Shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Go to a bar on West 4th. Excellent spot. Say Hello to the girls who are with a friend of mine's friend. Polite conversation, but no strong indicators of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40 pm&lt;br /&gt;Friend, PUA "TooSexy" calls to say he can't find place. I go outside to meet him at the corner. While outside, a girl in a two set is on her cellphone. "I'm leaving because you took too long" I stand next to them like I'm part of their group and say, "Yeah, so you took too long, and I have GOTS to &lt;i&gt;go&lt;/i&gt;. Sorry baby, better luck next time maybe. Peace out I'm outta here." THey give me a confused look. "Huh?" and then start laughing really hard. TooSexy finishes crossing the street. We talk for like ten minutes and I could tell they're interested. I tell them to write a missed connection about our conversation on craigslist and maybe I'll check it. We all laugh. They leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm-  "Who's chest is larger" contest.&lt;br /&gt;Really cute two set is sitting near us and touching each other. I think they're lesbians, but maybe they're bi? "So my friend is putting together this publication for lesbians and I'm helping her out with it. You guys make a cute couple. You should totally check out the site when it's done." "Umm.. thanks but we're not lesbians." "Oh. Wow. Oh really? (fake stuttering. They laugh.) Well I'm really embarrassed about that. Hi, I'm... Embarrassed. Pleased to meet you." They laugh more, introduce themselves, and offer me some of the food they have on the table. We talk for like half an hour and I introduce them to my group of friends. 5 guys, two girls at this point. When they get up to leave, we exchange numbers and one of the girls and I have a "Who's chest is larger" contest where we take turns squeezing one-another's chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:10 am- "One sec..."&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside of the bar returning a missed call. On phone with friend when two ridiculously cute girls I hadn't seen inside walk out of the bar. One of them is probably the cutest girl I'd seen all day. Loud into phone so girls can hear: "Hey wait up a second, these two ridiculously cute girls walked out of the bar I was at and I need to say hello to them." To the girls: "Hey wait up a second? I want to say hello to you guys and try to pick you up ok?" They laugh and stop walking. "Hey what's up man. Sorry about that, I'm going to need to call you back." So I start "real" conversation with them now. "Hey so you guys are leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;They're both 20 and at NYU. The less cute, taller one doesn't have ID. We walk around. She gets tired. I suggest coffee to the cuter one who was my target from the get-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 am&lt;br /&gt;We're making out on a couch at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Walk her back to her dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15 am&lt;br /&gt;Reunite with my group of friends. No new targets. Night ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114996214286966765?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114996214286966765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114996214286966765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114996214286966765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114996214286966765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-9-sarge-report.html' title='June 9- Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114986376882118648</id><published>2006-06-09T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:57:25.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 8- Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Light green jacket, light green short sleeved button down shirt, torn jeans, red sneakers, army hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway approach: get laughter, girl gets off following stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to work. Finish work and get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street approach: ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar conversation: I wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to gay bar with lesbian and gay friends and get ridiculously drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street approach (2-set): Good conversation, then get shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar approach (2-set): ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street approach: Good conversation, wants to see me again. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway approach: Good conversation, number close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114986376882118648?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114986376882118648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114986376882118648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114986376882118648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114986376882118648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-8-sarge-report.html' title='June 8- Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114977876714535644</id><published>2006-06-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:29:34.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 7- Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: Same as last two days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE I've been slacking on street approaches. Demoting myself back to RAFC. Granted, it's been raining for the last week and a half solid, but that's no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VOW not one attractive woman will walk past without receiving at least a smile and hello. I will also say hello to borderline women just to ensure I don't accidently compromise my vow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114977876714535644?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114977876714535644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114977876714535644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114977876714535644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114977876714535644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-7-sarge-report.html' title='June 7- Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114969491616997851</id><published>2006-06-07T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:02:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 6- Sarge + Date Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Same as day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target girl: Ok, so a goal of mine right now is to pick up a girl who's into new age stuff and chakra's and whatever. A common theme in the lay reports I've been posting the last couple weeks is that I *Haven't* been getting massages. Will go to vegan and vegetarian restaurants *only* for the next few weeks. And I'll hang out at the new age section at Barnes and Noble. Lets see how that plays out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping at IWWK's house and feeding the cat, I spent much of the day lounging around and doing nothing on the computer. MISTAKE I could have been: sarging, reading a book, going for a run- anything else. So new directive: Get out of the house within a few hours of waking up from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my back and shoulders are pretty sore from working out lately. &lt;br /&gt;I got a text message from Actress from last night asking to make sure we were still on for that night. I say sure, why not. I head into the city around 6:30 pm, buy a juice, and then head to an open bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pm&lt;br /&gt;Down a free beer, walk around, and there are no women I'm at all remotely interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;Switch to another open bar. Couple of cute girls with guys. I order a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:55 pm&lt;br /&gt;Couple of 6's walk into the bar.  I'm not interested in them, but I figure I should get the pick-up ball rolling if just for practice. "Wait didn't I just see you at that open bar The Onion was throwing right down the street?" "No? The Onion was throwing an open bar?"  I'm in. I chat for a couple of seconds then eject. Night's started. Or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with my friend Lit-Bree and her friend who's a hair dresser from Rhode Island. Have a good time chilling wih them and hair dresser says she's down to trade a hair cut for a massage. Hair dresser is really cool so I'm looking forward to chilling with her (as friends) and getting a hair cut in Providence this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Get on train to Brooklyn. Open up a two-set with some shopping bags from Trader Joe's. "Hey, how long'd you have to wait in line for those things?" They start laughing and say the line wasn't really that long and it moves by fast. For foreign readers: A Trader Joe's supermarket just opened up in the Union Square area and it's always crowded. Their definition of a fast line was 15 minutes in line to pay for groceries. We're laughing, talking and I bring another cute girl into the conversation while crowding the guy she was with *out* of the conversation. She gets off at 1st ave though, so no dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15&lt;br /&gt;Get off train. Actress has already eaten so she's not hungry. I'm hungry, so she watches me eat and we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;She has one drink and starts talking about how she feels a connection to me and "you're so mature I can't believe you're only 22" (she's 26) and she likes how I think and blahblahblah. Meanwhile my phone keeps ringing (I don't pick up) and I get messages that I don't check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;I go to the bathroom to check my messages: Missed calls from Boxer's friend and girl I gave a brick to for valentine's day. Asian girl with DD's from Saturday sent me a text message saying that she's upset we haven't spoken. Brick girl lives in neighborhood so  make mental note to call her back as soon as I finish with Actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:42 pm&lt;br /&gt;We call it a night. She gives me a hug while I'm trying to walk away and she says she had a good time hanging out and she's done filming in a week. Here's my prediction. Prediction... d'El PHANTASMO: She'll text message me a couple more times over the course of the next week and invite me to some party that her whole crew is at after the finish filming. She's all over me but trying to act professional because she's the lead in the movie. I have to choose between going slow with her and hooking up with someone else on the cast. I end up going home with her, but get someone else's number at the party. 3 to 1 odds that's how it plays out to anyone who want 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:47 pm&lt;br /&gt;Call Brick Girl. Get a message. Crap. She works a 9-5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:49 pm&lt;br /&gt;Call Boxer's Friend. She's on her way home to the Upper West Side because she has a doctor's appointment the following morning. Crap. She says she'll call me tomorrow and she knows I'm probably not picking up based on whether I'm with another girl or not. She gets several cool points for that statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;Get a text message from actress saying she enjoyed hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;After I get off the phone with Boxer's friend, I call Actress in response to her text to invite her back out. It's a longshot, but it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While writing the above timestamp, I got a phone call from Bartender asking to hang out. She also told me that she text messaged me last night at 9 pm and had the whole night free. I didn't actually get that text message until about 3 am last night, probably because she sent it while I was on the train. Also with a 3 am timestamp, I got a text message from a female friend from college who's really cool inviting me to some magazine launch party. That must have also been sent much earlier in the night. Actually, I'm glad to have gotten a good night's sleep so I don't mind. I'll hit that later this week.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress giggles and says she already got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:05 am&lt;br /&gt;Walk back to IWWK's place. Dart my head into several bars, no targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:20 am&lt;br /&gt;Feed the cat, go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114969491616997851?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114969491616997851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114969491616997851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114969491616997851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114969491616997851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-6-sarge-date-report.html' title='June 6- Sarge + Date Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114958268139884444</id><published>2006-06-06T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:15:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 5- Sarge + Date Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Light blue dress shirt, khaki's, red sneakers, army hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with PUA Mettner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm &lt;br /&gt;We go to a hole-in-the-wall and smoke hookah with plans of karaoke. We discuss future and summer plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;We go to a diner and order a carafe of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Bartender from Saturday calls to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm&lt;br /&gt;Bartender calls to say she's still working but wants to hang out as soon as she's done. I open up a three-set. Some girl who's birthday it is sits down at our table. I text message the actress I picked up a couple of weeks ago to hang out. She calls me immediately and asks me to come over for tea. I suggest a bar instead. Cancel on bartender. Eject girl at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Mettner and I leave restaurant. He gives me a couple of condoms he had lying around his car and we part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:17 am&lt;br /&gt;Actually get to Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:29 am&lt;br /&gt;We meet at the bar. She's cuter than I remembered. Very cute face, skinny, but nice breasts. Very strong resemblance to Lucy Liu in Kill Bill. I only had $1 cash and there's a $20 minimum on cards, so she buys me a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15 am&lt;br /&gt;Last call at this bar. We walk around McLaren Park and play on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:40 am&lt;br /&gt;We buy icecream and go up to her place for tea. Her roommate is home. Sleeping. And we can't make any noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:50 am&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving her a massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:10 am&lt;br /&gt;I kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:10 am and 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;She gets this deerin-headlights look and in one long sentence without taking a breath says she: just met me and it feels like she's known me for longer and she feels really comfortable around me but she knows when she looks at the clock it's going to say we've only known each other for 3 hours and it takes longer for her to form a physical connection but she doesn't want me "to get the wrong idea" that I like her or that I don't like her and she wishes we'll know each other for longer and can we know each other for longer and "sorry excuse me. *takes breath*" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: "is that ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gut feeling: I wanted to pull her hair, press her up against the wall, and then grab her by the wrists and pin her wrists against the wall to the side and a little over her head. It would have been inappropriate considering the roommate situation and the layout of the space, so I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "Sure, why not? No means no. It is ok, but my mind doesn't compute. I know you like me: It's after 3 am and I'm at your house and you're kind of nervous and you're blushing right now. So we know you like me, but then you show resistance to *kissing* me right after kissing me back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to kiss you. But standing up this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts blushing and says she wants to but she's really prudish when it comes to kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at this point, I'm REALLY confused. I mean resistance to head, sure. Sex, it's happened. Titty fucking, maybe. But *kissing!??* Does. Not. Com. Pute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really throwing me for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk for a little longer and make plans to hang out/ walk around tomorrow around 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:34 am&lt;br /&gt;I walk back to IWWK's place and feed the cat. I go through the roster of girls I need to sleep with but haven't in my head. There's: boxer's friend, bartender, girl i gave a brick to for Valentine's Day while in college, like hundreds of women I haven't even met yet, and now: This girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114958268139884444?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114958268139884444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114958268139884444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114958268139884444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114958268139884444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-5-sarge-date-report.html' title='June 5- Sarge + Date Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114958108876795542</id><published>2006-06-06T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:04:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 4- No Sarging/ Stay Home</title><content type='html'>I make plans to go out but stay home and fall asleep instead. It feels nice. I call a friend of boxer (who he told me has a crush on me) to hang out. We agree to and then flake out on each other. We may see each other later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114958108876795542?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114958108876795542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114958108876795542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114958108876795542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114958108876795542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-4-no-sarging-stay-home.html' title='June 4- No Sarging/ Stay Home'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114941210786231665</id><published>2006-06-04T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:08:27.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3- Sarge and Third Base Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches- 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress- Jeans, blue dress shirt, red sneakers, army hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with a 5'2 asian girl with natural DD's. I'd give her an 8 the way she looked today, but 9 with her clothes off. This was our first time hanging out, so I say to myself, "Play it cool. No matter what she says, tell yourself she is boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;We take a train to Brooklyn. "So I've gotta feed my friend's cat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;We go to a bar in the neighborhood first. She's going on and on about how guys need to treat her like a lady and blahblahblah. I pay for two rounds of drinks and one game of pool. She pays for the other four games. So in total, I pay $19 at that bar. Karmic retribution? (see two nights ago) "I better get a massage," I think to myself. She loosens up while drinking and playing pool. Grab her hips a lot while she's getting ready to shoot and she leans on me while I'm about to shoot to "distract me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;We get back to IWWK and Starving Artist League's place. He's working on the computer in IWWK's room but is an awesome wing and leaves when we get in even though it was an unannounced visit and it's raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Her massage SUCKS. I pull hard on her hair and bite her neck. "Oww! I'm a lady! How would you like if someone pulled your hair!?" but then she bites her lip, so I know she likes it. I shove her on the bed and make out with her. Sidenote: This girl gives me the most last minute resistance I've ever encountered. The whole time, I'm just pissed that she gives sucky massages, but I digress. So I'm making out with her and she's giving me last minute resistance whenever I try to take off her shirt. So I break state and say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time out for a second. I'm going to throw you around this bed. And I'm going to shove you around and hold your arms back. Additionally I'm going cover your mouth and nose with my hand so you can't breath from time to time. *I start nodding my head here slowly* Even though you're showing resistance, I'm going to rip your clothes off and I'm going to ravish you. However, let me know if something is making you feel uncomfortable, because I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, ok? *she nods* Ok, so back to making out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab her arms and take off her shirt with her resistance. I could tell she's much more comfortable and relaxed around me and she shows much less resistance than she did just a second before I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;She blows me and titty fucks me. I had an amazing time. Would definitely see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;We leave the apartment and she goes back to Manhattan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at an art gallery opening in Brooklyn, but don't open any sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;I meet with this guy who's a diabolical genius and is ridiculously hooked up that I met at a party a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;We go to a spot where he and anyone with him never has to pay a cover or pay for drinks. He tells them to hook me up as well. I now have a spot that other people need to pay a cover to get into where: I don't pay a cover. I don't pay for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We talk business a little longer and then his girlfriend picks him up. I'm a good wing for him and she walks him home. I open up a 5 set. They show interest but I get shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;I approach two one-sets on the train. "So are you really drunk or just ridiculously tired?" I get a smile and conversation both times I use it. It's now my new line when I see women trying to mind their own business and being stationary. One's in highschool, the other one I just wasn't that into. Eject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at a bar where my friend is bartending. I haven't seen her in about three years. She's all over me and totally ignores this guy she was in a deep conversation with to say she likes me and wants to hang out with me and she wants me to call her as soon as I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 am&lt;br /&gt;I hit on the bartender's friend/ roommate. Don't get shot down, but don't get any strong IOI's either. I don't push it and figure I'll see her sooner or later when I'm fucking her roommate next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:45 am&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go to a party that the girl I picked up on Monday invited me to, but I flake out. I just get on the train and go home. No more women on the train so I go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114941210786231665?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114941210786231665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114941210786231665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114941210786231665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114941210786231665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-3-sarge-and-third-base-report.html' title='June 3- Sarge and Third Base Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114940908227455288</id><published>2006-06-04T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:20:50.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: nice jeans, black shoes, white dress shirt, sports jacket, brown army hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the night out at Frederick's with Fun Girl Asian and one of her friends. Her friend is decent, so I feel her out but she was shyer than I felt like dealing with, so I start conversation with other people in the room. Girl who organized the party is ridiculously hot. She goes "Wow so many people came!" I go "OH MY GOD LIKE SO MANY PEOPLE CAME!" She starts laughing and says "I like you. I want to see you again in two weeks." "Maybe. I came with a friend. So invite her and I'll be here." Talk to some other people, then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm&lt;br /&gt;On my way to meet with PUA Starving Artists League. It's raining ridiculous amounts and my feet hurt. I open up a 2-set anyway. MISTAKE I opened up with "So where are you guys going." I've done that a few times but not realized what was wrong with it. Here it is: It's not a confident statement. Unless I follow it up with, "Come with me to this other place instead," it doesn't convey enough interest and it's an information question. They continue conversation with me but I didn't get strong IOI's. Enter a bar; play a game of pinball. I love pinball, but there are so few places that have pinball games in New York City. MISTAKE There was a 4-set that I knew wanted me to approach, but for some reason I just didn't approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at SAL's location. He's with Velvet and has opened up a three set. I talk with them. One's cute. She's about 4'10 and looks like she'd be fun to hook up with. I'd give her a 7. I ask her what she does with her time (I never ask "what do you do" because it just sounds so plebian) and she tells me she runs sales for a start-up. And then proceeds to tell me what it's like working at a start-up and how the hours are long blahblahblah. I smile and comment it sounds rough but exciting. She goes on for about four minutes about how it's challenging and you "just gotta do whatever it takes!" I chuckle, wish her the best of luck with that, and eject from the group. Background: I start start-ups for a living and have had my own businesses since I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with a bunch of kids I hadn't seen since highschool. We say what's up get a few drinks, and then change locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at new location. Total sports bar with a frat guy feel. Lots of hot girls though. I stand on the way to the bathroom and stand with friends having a conversation. I open up several sets using the "So my friends and I were having a very serious discussion. If you don't mind, we would like your very serious opinion... If you had a choice between an extra set of arms, or a third eye in the back of your head, which would you take." That line is GOLDEN. Didn't get any lays out of it, but the girls weren't available. Two of the sets left saying, "Crap. I like talking to you but I've gotta get back to my boyfriend." I also approached a couple of sets with "Hi." But didn't get as favorable responses. I think that part of the reason why is that when I said hi, I wasn't thinking enough steps ahead. My goal was just to talk and say hi. Instead, my goal should be to get them to sit down with me or something more linear of that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30&lt;br /&gt;The guys I'm with (six of them) get into a fight with eight other guys outside while I'm opening up a set. My friends (the side I was rooting for) knocked out several of the other side's guys and clearly won the fight despite being outnumbered. It's over pretty quickly, but it's not like I'd have joined in anyway. I've not been in a fight since I turned 18. Ambulance and police come and the bar closes. My friends are questioned by the police, but let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00&lt;br /&gt;Get on train and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114940908227455288?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114940908227455288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114940908227455288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114940908227455288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114940908227455288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-2-sarge-report.html' title='June 2 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114926797703381465</id><published>2006-06-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:45:37.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1- Sarge + Third Base Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 11&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: torn jeans, red sneakers, black polo shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Approach a 4-set sitting in Union Square Park. I think they're very cute and look like they're in college. "Hey has someone come up to you asking to draw you yet?" They're smiling, laughing, I'm center of the group, when I ask them which college they go to. "We're in highschool." Eject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet IWWK. And walk with him to Soho. He's leaving for Israel later that day and he's tying up loose ends. I approach two women while I have his bag. "Hey, want to buy a suitcase?" Get one person laughing, another totally ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Walk up to St. Marks and stoop it for a bit. Meet up with Velvet. Approach 3 sets of women. Shot down. Biggest tragedy of the day though. This woman with two ridiculously hot 20-something year old daughters asks me where they can buy belly-button rings. I SHOULD have recognized that the game was on and charmed the mother and asked for the daughters' numbers. MISTAKE Instead I crack some jokes and they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Velvet and I head up to his friend's apartment. It's raining, so we ditch the idea of going to this art party that should legitimately be pretty hot. A couple of my female friends go ahead of us expecting to meet me there, but I flake out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Get a call from a girl I hooked up with when I was in college to see a movie screening. Flake out due to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at a frat-type bar on the Upper East Side where some friends are. I approach a couple of the girls we are with and then some hanging around the bar. No dice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;A friend of the girl who invited me up there arrives and I chat with her. Lets call her Faceshot, just for the sake of foreshadowing. Talk to her about what she would "REALLY like to do..." blahblahblah and try not to laugh when she talks to me about political stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20 am&lt;br /&gt;Approach a couple more sets. Go outside the bar. Approach some more sets outside. "Some friends and I are having a debate and we were hoping we could get your wise opinions... Would it be better to have an extra set of arms, or a third eye on the back of your head?" Get into good conversation with a two-set and the guy who was already hitting on them. Then the guy they were talking to senses they are enjoying the conversation and tries to start a fight. The girls pull him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Girl I was talking to about politics and I change locations to another bar down the street. She talks some more and I listen. I go to the bathroom, return, and she's bought us a round of drinks. I wasn't sure before, but now I know she wants me. She's about a 7 (thin, nice skin, push-up bra, no tank top, but nothing special), and it's late, so I figure why not. She buys us another round. We go dutch on a third round and play a game of pool. Bar's closing. I figure I might as well make out with her here since the night's ending anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Faceshot suggests we break into a closed playground and hook up there. I'm nervous, but say ok. However I explain to her that I am nervous and will only do it on the condition that she play with my penis once we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:15 am&lt;br /&gt;We've broken into a park with a playground in it and she's playing with my penis underneath a kiddie slide. I get all weirded out and suggest we go back to her place. She doesn't want to because it's a small place and she lives with her brother and his wife. PUA Slacker, who's been an excellent wing the whole night,  picks up his phone and says it's ok for us to go over to his girlfriend's place where there's a small gathering going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 am&lt;br /&gt;We pick up 40's. She offers to pay for this also, but I'm a gentleman and cover my own 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45 am&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Slacker's girlfriend's place. While everyone is partying in one room, I extract this girl to the living room. I rip off her shirt and she shows resistance regarding giving me a blowjob. She wants to go all the way. I refuse because neither of us has a condom. She eventually agrees to giving me a blowjob but does not want to finish. She gets on her back, lies down and I breast fuck her. At this point my two male friends get kicked out of the room they were chilling in and get a nice visual of me on top of this girl with my penis out. They go into the bathroom to give us privacy. Then she gives me more head, downgrades to a hand job, and starts complaining that she's not getting anything from giving me head. I stop mid-hookup, say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having my penis in your mouth should be reward enough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(show-boating for my friends in the bathroom) Fast forward a few more minutes she says she doesn't want to swallow because she just met me. A gentleman, I notify the lady that I'm about to cum and ejaculate on her face to the tune of "That's my eye you asshole!" and raucous laughter from the peanut gallery that has been listening this whole time. They bust out of the bathroom and laugh their asses off. They laugh. I laugh. She doesn't. Topless girl with cum in her eye goes "Hurry up and get me a towel! If I don't wipe this off soon it's going to start to sting." I get a towel, but don't make it all the way back to give it to her because I fall on the floor laughing too hard. She stands up and gets the towel herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Slacker's girlfriend gets out of her room and starts yelling at us for waking her up and kicks us out of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45 am&lt;br /&gt;I get Faceshot's number. She says she doesn't care if I call her, but make sure to leave a message because she works a lot, but she had a good time and make sure I call her. "Ok, whatever. Just make sure you wait by the phone; I only let it ring ONCE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am&lt;br /&gt;I buy a blueberry muffin at Dunkin Donuts, hop on a train, and go home. There are some cute teachers on the train, don't approach. I giggle to myself and then fall asleep on the train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114926797703381465?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114926797703381465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114926797703381465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114926797703381465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114926797703381465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-1-sarge-third-base-report.html' title='June 1- Sarge + Third Base Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114926544348978536</id><published>2006-06-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:24:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 31 Existential Crisis + Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 1&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Jeans, red sneakers, checkered light blue shirt with cool painting thing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:40 pm&lt;br /&gt;Go to Pants' apartment that she's moving out of so she could look at swatches. Approach an HB wearing a nice dress but then eject once I see her face. Pants cuts up my shirt and paints something on it to make it less boring and a lot cooler. I have a fun time hanging out with her, and think it would be forcing things to try and hook up, so I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with IWWK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 pm&lt;br /&gt;Eat some food by myself and ponder my game. Where do I want to take it? Should I approach women I do not wish to close just to practice approaching them? How far along the process should I go if/ when I do? How late in the night should I stay out when I go sarging? Do I currently want a relationship? Or multiple relationships? Or multiple one night stands? Should I switch up neighborhoods periodically as a way to learn about different mind-sets of women? (For example women in Soho tend to be a little hotter but also have stronger bitch shields than women in the Union Square area.) Should I start approaching older women just for that experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to think about these things and not force anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Talk to a couple friends of mine who run an icecream truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Call it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114926544348978536?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114926544348978536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114926544348978536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114926544348978536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114926544348978536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/06/may-31-existential-crisis-sarge-report.html' title='May 31 Existential Crisis + Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114908718310361877</id><published>2006-05-31T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:53:03.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 30 - Day Off + New Tool in the Arsenal of the Pick Up Artist: Disarming Text Messages.</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 0&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Red Corduroys, grey yankees tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in and got some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I went through my cellphone and deleted the numbers that I'd called and gotten no response from over the past few weeks. Then I text messaged the ladies I picked up that I want to see again with the following message- courtesy of IPG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi &lt;i&gt;Name&lt;/i&gt;, it's Nick. Fun chatting with you yesterday. Meet up later this week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responses:&lt;br /&gt;Model girl: "Hey! Good 2 hear from you. Mos def"&lt;br /&gt;Pants girl: "Omg def call me. I had a good time too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in stark contrast to when I leave a telephone message and I need to call back again anyway to get a response. I think these two would have seen me anyways, but the text messages buy me a couple of days and help portray me as a cool, laid back guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I was thinking might work would be to only call when I'm out and they're clearly off of work, leaving messages like, "Hey at this ridiculous party in &lt;i&gt;wherever&lt;/i&gt;. Saying what's up and extending an invite if you wanted to come. Ciao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Comments? What have you guys found to be the best messages to leave and times to call to get a response that leads to another face to face meeting with ladies you want to hang out with again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114908718310361877?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114908718310361877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114908718310361877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114908718310361877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114908718310361877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-30-day-off-new-tool-in-arsenal-of.html' title='May 30 - Day Off + New Tool in the Arsenal of the Pick Up Artist: Disarming Text Messages.'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114896934777309744</id><published>2006-05-29T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:52:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 29 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 5&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Torn jeans, red sneakers, brown t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I call several girls I'd already been seeing including HB Texas, who'd made a point of saying she'd be in the city today. I start to call friends when I realize I'd already gone down this route yesterday. Today I'd go to Union Square specifically with the goal of picking up women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Union Square. I walk up the steps and walk past several HB's on the way to the grass area. I see a ridiculously hot blonde girl and sit down next to her, about three feet away. "Hey, you know anything about clothes and whatever?" "Sure, why?" "Look at these fabrics and tell me which ones you think would look best as a dress shirt." We have a nice conversation where she tells me she's a model and she just got to New York yesterday. She's living in an apartment in the east village with three other girls who are models and she wants to hang out. Jackpot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;The grass part is closing so we attempt to migrate to a bench. They're all taken. We  move to Madison Square Park instead and she gives me her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;It starts raining so we walk to the East Village and get coffee. We sit in Thompkins Square Park for a bit and she goes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I meet Texas in Washington Square Park. (MISTAKE: I failed to approach an attractive girl on the street on the way there.) She's with a friend of hers from college. This friend is ridiculously annoying, to the point where I feel like shooting her friend in the head within three minutes of meeting her. I do not have a gun. She makes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:12 pm&lt;br /&gt;I get a phone call from IPG to meet with her roommate, Chicago, and Chicago's coworker, PUA Banker. I ditch Texas and go to meet them gladly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at a roof party being thrown by Chicago's BF. Once there, I open up a 3-set. I get one girl's number, but MISTAKE didn't ask for the number of her better-looking asian friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I pick up this girl who lives in the building and just graduated from NYU. I tell her I'll call tomorrow to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Banker and I hop on a train to his office, where he can take free cabs to anywhere in the city. In the station, I approach a girl and get shot down. On the train there, we sit next to a cute girl with a bag that says Barcelona all over it. "So you from there? Or you just wear bags that say names of cities all over them." "I just got back from study- abroad there." "Oh what school do you go to here in the states?" The three of us get to talking, Banker and I wink at each other, and we offer her a ride to her destination. She says yes to getting in a car with two random dudes she met on the subway when she was already on a train that would take her to her destination. Once we get off the train, she gets a call from someone ignores the call, and puts her phone back in the bag. "Who's that?" "It's my boyfriend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:05 am&lt;br /&gt;We get in the cab, she suggests the name game, and it turns out she's roommates in college with someone I was friends with in highschool who was &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; friends with a girl I hooked up with a couple of times in highschool. She drops a couple more names and it turns out she knows the girl I hooked up with. I stay quiet. Barcelona is turning 21 on Wednesday. I'll probably see the girl I used to hook up with at Barcelona's birthday party. Updates to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:45 am&lt;br /&gt;Banker gets dropped off at his house and we exchange numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114896934777309744?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114896934777309744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114896934777309744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114896934777309744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114896934777309744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-29-sarge-report.html' title='May 29 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114892794849048788</id><published>2006-05-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:39:08.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 28 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 2&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Jeans, red sneakers, blue t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD, fruitless day so far as approaching women is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do much approaching. MISTAKE The whole day I spend calling women I'd previously hooked up with and trying to get them back to IWWK's apartment which I'm sitting at to see the cat do backflips. I would have been much better off approaching women and saying "Hi." You don't close any of the women you never talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I meet with IPG mid afternoon and also bump into PUA Healer. Healer and I grab some food and walk around a bit. Then I take a nap in Union Square Park and go to an internet cafe to get some work done. Part of the reason I chose that particular cafe is that it often has a strong selection of hot women, but none to be found that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with IPG around 10:30 pm and we play backgammon outside. I say hello to a lady as she walks by, but no response. Then I get a call from Irish to go karaoke. We head out there and have a blast. Irish is dressed extremely well and has been working out + getting laid regularly by Fun Girl Asian. It looks good on him and he's elevated his game several notches. Women approached him because of his natural looks and fun attitude. Meanwhile, I only approached one woman that night and got limited IOI's. MISTAKE: I was a little nervous because she was several inches taller than I, something to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish and I both went home empty-handed and MISTAKE slacked on approaching women who were on the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114892794849048788?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114892794849048788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114892794849048788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114892794849048788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114892794849048788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-28-sarge-report.html' title='May 28 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114883575872250800</id><published>2006-05-28T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:09:38.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 27 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 2&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Jeans, red sneakers, one of IWWK's checkered plaidish dress shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pm&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with HB DJ to play backgammon in the park. I'm expecting to lay her. Doesn't happen. She reveals she has a boyfriend and invites a cute asian friend of hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pm&lt;br /&gt;Three of us go over to IPG's roof and have margueritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 pm&lt;br /&gt;Get a call from my little sister and find out there's a family situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 pm &lt;br /&gt;Finished solving the situation. Out of margerita mix. MISTAKE: "Hey lets just do shots of tequila!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 am&lt;br /&gt;Wake up. Apparently I passed out in IPG's bathroom and MISTAKE: threw up in her sink. See missed call from HB BAFT. Call her back: She missed her flight and wants to come over and have sex again before she goes back to the airport at 4 am. I tell her I'll call her back. IPG and I decide I need to sober up a little and we go for pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 am&lt;br /&gt;Walking back from pizza. About to call HB BAFT to tell her to meet me at IWWK's place when I see an HB crossing the street ahead of us. "Excuse me! I like your pants!" HB turns around. "Excuse me?" Me: "*WIIIIDE smile* Yeah, we like your pants! OOH! and you're cute too! Stop walking for a second so I can cross the street and pick you up ok?" HB: "*laughing* What?" IPG: "Yeah, what?" Me: "No it's cool. I'm just going to go over and pick you up. *face IPG* Yeah lets cross the street." *cross street* "So yeah, hi. We should probably talk about neutral topics for a little bit so you feel comfortable talking to me and then I'll proceed to touch you lightly on the arm a few times while we're talking to each other and suggest we give each other massages ok?" HB: *smiling and gives me a look like "I can't believe this guy is actually saying this to me"* Me: "Yeah it's cool. So how are you today? Oh, and where did you get those pants? Wait, I'm being rude. Girl with pants, this is IPG. IPG, this is girl with pants." HB: "Haha, hi actually my name is &lt;her name&gt;. Pleased to meet you." They talk for a bit and IPG explains we went to college together and are friends. They live right around the corner from each other in the same neighborhood so they want to hang out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Pants and I walk IPG home. Then we sit on a bench and give each other massages. HB: "I'm not going to kiss you. And I have to confess I have a little thing going on with my roommate." Me: "Hmm.. I'm really not sure what to say to that. I still want to hook up with you, because of the whole you're an attractive woman and I like talking to you thing you've got going on, but I don't want to encroach on your own boundaries you've set up. How about we hang out again and make out *then*. So then it's not like you're just hooking up with some guy off the street. Sound like a plan?" Pants: "Haha! Sure! You're cool!" Me: "Ok, so I'll call you at some point, and lets play backgammon." Her: "Oh that sounds fun. I don't know how to play. Can you teach me?" Blahblahblah, we talk for another hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 am&lt;br /&gt;I call HB BAFT while walking to the train. We talk for a bit and she tells me a bit about what she'd been up to. She already at the airport so we say good bye again and then I get on a train and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114883575872250800?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114883575872250800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114883575872250800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114883575872250800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114883575872250800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-27-sarge-report.html' title='May 27 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114883386564564167</id><published>2006-05-28T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T09:31:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 26 - No Sarging, Repeat Lay from May 22</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 0&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: Jeans, red sneakers, blue t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB BAFT is leaving on Saturday, and I'm house sitting so I have an open crib this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm housesitting for a friend while he's out in the hamptons, which equals my having a location to bring girls to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with hb 5-foot tall asian with d-cup titties from Monday. She's hopping on a plane back to California on Saturday, so I agree to hang out with her for an encore performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;She lies to her friends and says she was having dinner with her aunt to come fuck me before some party they were having. We also talk for a litle while. "So at what time did you know we were going to have sex?" "Well I never really thought we were at least not the same night. But I knew when I saw you I thought you were cute, and you were pretty funny and didn't treat me like a bitch even though most people expect me to be bitchy. Hmm.. I like that when I'm hanging out with you I can just be more myself." "Wait what do you mean you never really thought we were going to have sex? haha, Massage? Talking about your rape fantasies? Making out? You taking me back to your friend's place? Haha, run this one by me again?" "Yeah, well I knew I wanted to have sex, but I just met you. I still don't know how it happened." "You want to know?" "Sure! Tell me about it." "Ok, so when I first met you, my goal was to get you comfortable, and talking without what's called a 'bitch shield.' Most girls have a bitch shield- not because they're bitchy, mind you- but just because they can't go around having everyoe sleep with them who wants to, so they have a filter. Well anyways yeah so when I first met you I was just like 'Ok, this girl is cute, maybe I'll have sex with her.' and then I figured I'd just hang out with you and see what you're about. While we were eating falafel, you brought up sex, so I knew that you were interested in sleeping with me, whether you knew it or not. So at that point I switched modes from 'let me get to know her' to 'let me let her feel comfortable having sex with me.' So that's why I suggested going to Brooklyn - closer to where you were staying- and why once we got there, I suggested we exchange massages. Well, I also just like getting massages, but it's also so you could get comfortable with the idea of us touching each other and consider it as an option." "Wait wait wait... this is really interesting. And how come you didn't kiss me when we were giving each other massages?" "Well, grasshopper, that's actually something I'm still playing around with. Most guys tend to kiss the girl they're with at the first opportunity. I think that's an amateur move. I think it's better to play with the sexual tension a little when there's the opportunity to do so. I have to ask you, did it get you wet when you wanted me to kiss you and then I didn't?" "What!? Haha!! Yeah actually. I was like 'omg why isn't this guy kissing me I want him to kiss me right now. and then you were making jokes about how you could tell I wanted you to kiss me but you were going to wait a few minutes and I was like 'this guy is so cocky' but then that turned me on even more. And I got shivers when you kissed me because I was waiting and thinking about it for so long. And you pulled away before I was even done kissing you. It was awesome." "Cool. And yeah, after that I just figured it was a done deal and I just needed to wait until we got back to your friend's house and wait until we were in a room together. Then I saw that their room was directly connected to the living room AND your friend was trying to cock-block us, so I knew Id have to wait until after they went to sleep. You suggested we watch a movie so whether you knew it or not, you were setting up a situation so we could sleep together. But then I knew you were still a little self conscious so I kept massaging you and letting you feel comfortable. Blahblahblah, so then we slept together and here we are now. I'm hungry. You hungry? Lets get some dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm &lt;br /&gt;I take her out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;I go to sleep and she goes to her party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 am&lt;br /&gt;I get a phone call from BAFT. Party is over she wants to come over for round 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 am&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep again, woke up at 7am, fucked her again and she massaged me until i went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15&lt;br /&gt;"Good bye. I very much enjoyed our time together. Lets 'hang out' next time we're in the same state again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114883386564564167?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114883386564564167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114883386564564167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114883386564564167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114883386564564167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-26-no-sarging-repeat-lay-from-may.html' title='May 26 - No Sarging, Repeat Lay from May 22'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114868089236657208</id><published>2006-05-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:36:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 25 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 7&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Khaki's, light-blue button down shirt, red sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:42 pm&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the elevator on the way to this open bar party at this guy's penthouse that's a line release for his new line of clothing. Hot ladies talking to each other about clothes on the elevator and how they expected the skimpy top she's wearing to become a trend but it didn't, so she's happy because that means she can wear it. "Really? I totally wore that last night." Smiles back, and we walk into the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT look like I belong there, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;I down some free energy drinks and find a domino set. I yell at people walking by in Spanish and I get a game of dominos going between my self and two attractive ladies. Social proof. Check. IWWK comes in around this time with one of the kids he's mentoring and I invite them to take a hand and round out the game (Four people needed). Just then I see HB DJ talking to a guy about 10 feet away from me. "IWWK, take over my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what's up man, you play domino's?" "Yeah man I love dominos." "Cool we're playing over there if you want to get in on it." "Ok." He stands up, confused. IWWK winks at me and lets him take over his seat at the domino game to run his own pick-ups in other parts of the party. To the lady "So how'd you end up here." Turns out she's a DJ who spins at some of the higher-end places and has a ridiculous amount of street cred. I know this not because she said that, but because it turns out I'd heard of her before. Blahblahblah, she's also an artist, and she likes to play backgammon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so I'm on my way out. We can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;get together play Backgammon sometime if you play your cards right." "Here's my number. Use it, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00&lt;br /&gt;Actually leave and finish saying good-byes to people. Open up a few more sets but not into anyone else there. Start talking to ladies outside the building. Get two numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45&lt;br /&gt;At a bar in the east village. Open up a 2-set and a four set. Shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15&lt;br /&gt;Open up a four set standing out side. Shot down. IWWK talks to the same 2-set I spoke with earlier and gets a more favorable response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30&lt;br /&gt;Aussie and IPG meet up with us and we go to a lounge in soho. I don't hit on anyone and suggest a change of venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:05&lt;br /&gt;We all arrive at a rock dance club in the east village. We dance. MISTAKE: I make a few rounds separate from the group but don't open any sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40&lt;br /&gt;We change venues one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20&lt;br /&gt;Night ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation: When I hang out with female friends I don't consider anyone less attractive than the friends I'm with to be a potential target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114868089236657208?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114868089236657208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114868089236657208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114868089236657208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114868089236657208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-25-sarge-report.html' title='May 25 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114857126814689189</id><published>2006-05-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:37:38.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 24 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 6&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Blue + white striped button down, jeans, red sneakers, light green jacket, brown military cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at open bar in west village. Opened up a two-set. They were not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet with IPG at bar in SoHo. IWWK and PUA Velvet arrive and as we switch tables I approach the lone woman sitting next to our original table.  "Umm... Didn't you see the guy I'm with?" "Wasn't sure if you guys were together or just holding hands." She laughs and I join our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm&lt;br /&gt;Change locations. Approach a four-set in transit. Get shot down. Arrive at a destination but it's empty save two drunk chicks, hot bartender, and an old guy dancing in a cowboy hat. Drunk chick kino's IWWK. Bartender responds favorably to my flirting and says she'll give us reduced price (but still ridiculously expensive) drinks if we come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at a pizzeria. Approach a five-set. Get shot down. Ask wings where my wing support is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:40 pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at a friend's bar. No targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Change locations. Open up a four set. Head of four set turns out to be a drag queen out with her lesbian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at another location that's normally good. Location is empty save two targets crowded into the bar. We call it a night. MISTAKE: Could have put in the effort to open up two-set before calling it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114857126814689189?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114857126814689189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114857126814689189' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114857126814689189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114857126814689189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-24-sarge-report.html' title='May 24 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114849465814038882</id><published>2006-05-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:18:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 23 No Sarging. Took the day off.</title><content type='html'>My whole body was tired after 3+ hours of non-stop crazy animal sex with HB BAFT the night before. Add that to the sleep deprivation that comes from going out every night of the week and sleeping in my own bed only two nights/ week and you get what I was yesterday. A shivering shell of a man passed out in a pair of tube socks and a green bathrobe stolen from the Four Seasons. New goal: get a few regulars that have their own beds for me to sleep on when I fuck them. Screw this couch shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114849465814038882?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114849465814038882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114849465814038882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114849465814038882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114849465814038882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-23-no-sarging-took-day-off.html' title='May 23 No Sarging. Took the day off.'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114843654662262338</id><published>2006-05-23T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:15:44.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 22 Lay Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 1 - Internet date (HB breasted asian from Texas - 8.5)&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 1 - Internet date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Blue + white striped button down, torn jeans, red sneakers, light green jacket, brown military cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;We meet at Union Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Falafel Sandwiches at Mamoun's ($5 total. I pay.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;BAFT reveals in conversation that she has several fetishes that some guys find "weird." I nonchalantly reply, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Oh yeah? Good stuff? Or the standard stuff? Like being tied up, asphyxiation, and role playing?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Umm..  Like I have rape fantasies."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jackpot&lt;/span&gt;.  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh that's cool. So is it hard to find people to oblige those fantasies? Or you pretty much have an easy time?"&lt;/span&gt; She goes on to tell me that she's had this fantasy for a while but most guys get self-conscious, so she's only had it happen once with a guy she couldn't see again because he had a girlfriend. She still feels bad about the experience because she doesn't like that she was the "other woman." "Wow, that's a shame. You finally get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;fulfill your deepest desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and (point away and toward the ground) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you were made to feel guilty about it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now, with ME (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;self point) things will only feel wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I think most women want to be dominated (kino here, lightly on wrist). My first girlfriend was a stripper. She was really into the sort of sex most people would call kinky, but I just thought that was standard. So whenever I sleep with someone I just assume they want to be dominated. Like smacked around and thrown across the room."&lt;/span&gt; She gives a wide smile. I'm in. Blahblahblah, just details after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;We're in Brooklyn where we give each other massages in a park. She's actually very good. I'm very turned on while she's massaging me. Tension is evident. I play with it. "So I suggested massages. You want to kiss me, but I don't feel like it yet. So if you kiss me first, does that mean you made the first move, because you kissed me. Or did I make the first move because I put effort into creating the environment?" She bites her lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;We're at the waterfront enjoying views of Manhattan next to the Brooklyn Bridge. We start making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;She buys coffee at a Starbucks. ($8 total, she paid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;We meet her friends at Girardelli's Pizza. It's amazing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;We're back at her friends' place. Once there, we run into a bit of resistance. All the guys like me, but her female friend is over-protective and doesn't want her to hook up with me. She attempts to cock-block us, but I persist. We play Mario Kart for a while and then watch a movie. Her friend gives up and goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am&lt;br /&gt;We're fooling around and having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;She's giving me a post-coital massage and says something along the lines of: "Wait, is this a standard internet date for you? You're the first guy I've ever met off there and you were sleeping with me less than 12 hours after we first met. I'm NOT a slut."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114843654662262338?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114843654662262338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114843654662262338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114843654662262338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114843654662262338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-22-lay-report.html' title='May 22 Lay Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114831622155651200</id><published>2006-05-22T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:36:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 21 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 1&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Black pants, grey thermal shirt, red sneakers, military jacket, military hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a coffee shop with AFC FBM. Not only is this guy bad at pick-ups, he actually hurts game with his presence. He's one of those people who aggravates people without even trying. So I'm sitting at a table across from an attractive asian woman. FBM goes: "so want to cross the street to the park and pick up hotties?" Me: "Err, thanks for the invitation, but I think I'd rather stay here for a bit and finish my lemonade." Then I wait a few minutes and open up ASA (HB Asian Movie Actress). She's making edits to what's obviously a film script:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So are you the teacher or the student?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to talking and I learn that she's an actress from California who went to school in Oregon. She's in NYC for a few weeks and has a bit of free time. She gives me her number and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I part ways with FBM and meet up with IWWK, IPG, and her roommate Aussie. Just hang out with them and do not feel the need to approach women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114831622155651200?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114831622155651200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114831622155651200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114831622155651200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114831622155651200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-21-sarge-report.html' title='May 21 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114831604722139802</id><published>2006-05-22T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:42:24.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 20 Sarge + Lay Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches:  6&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Same as May 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Went to Barnes and Noble to read at Union Square. Picked up a book about the history of salt and started reading it on the top floor. Then I changed floors and noticed a pair of cute girls by the medical section. EC with one of them. I got some water and when I walked over, they left. I picked up an illustrated book on the human body and looked over it. Meanwhile another cute girl walked over and was looking at books. I opened her and asked what she was studying for, etc. She responded politely, but didn't ask me any questions back. I changed to cook books and picked up a book on raw foods. Opened up the original 2-set. Not very many IOI's. Girl I went to highschool with recognized me and opened up conversation. I ejected her and then went to read my three books in the cafeteria section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with AFC FBM (former bike messenger) and went to a bar/ diner. He knew the bartender there, who I chatted with and asked questions of. We had good conversation and I also introduced myself to HB ASB (actress singer bartender). Had good conversation with her and she began refilling my drinks for free. Her cute friend arrived and I started conversation with her. Called up Irish and told him to come down. I needed a wing to occupy the cute friend while I chatted up ASB. He came down but then ASB wanted to leave. # closed ASB, male bartender asked for my number as well to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with ASB's friend's friends from some Spain program. 3 cute girls. I find out that Irish's game is non-existant because he smoked marijuana before meeting up with me. We walk around to a few places, Irish says he's not interested in anyone and then we leave. I want to go into other bars. Irish says he's hungry and wants to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45 am&lt;br /&gt;We go into a pizza parlor and order slices. While ordering a slice, I open up on a cute red-headed girl with cool clothes and several piercings. Ask her if she's British after hearing her accent. She says yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:05 am&lt;br /&gt;We're in a bar. She's buying us a round of drinks and she's ejected the guys she was with. Irish pulls out a camera and she gives me strong kino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:15 am&lt;br /&gt;We're in in Irish's car riding back to his place. I'm tickling her from the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:45 am&lt;br /&gt;We're in Irish's house. I'm laying English girl on Irish's couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114831604722139802?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114831604722139802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114831604722139802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114831604722139802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114831604722139802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-20-sarge-lay-report.html' title='May 20 Sarge + Lay Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114831477577353252</id><published>2006-05-22T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:19:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 19 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 4&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Purple and white striped shirt, light green jacket, blue jeans, red sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with fun girl asian and her bf and their friends. Went to two places. MISTAKE: missed out on several approaches in the restaurant we were located. Then we changed venues. I opened up a set with a woman who turned out to be not particularly intelligent. I ejected her, but then went the night dragged on reconsidered. She was gone by then. Opened up on one of Asian's friends. Used the "Best friends" line. NOTE: Need to practice this line to make it more entertaining when I deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 am&lt;br /&gt;Met up with IWWK, SAL, and some others. Women were taken by then, but I still should have approached more even if just to practice conversation and AMOGing tactics. Approached at least one set that shrugged me off cold. Still could have pursued conversation though. Changed venues, no attractive females except one that was with the bartender. IWWK approached anyways and got her number. SAL and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;Opened up a 2-set on way to SAL and IWWK's house. IWWK was talking to bartender's girl. SAL was ahead preparing a backgammon game at the bar up the block. Things were going well, then we ran into a group of guys who lived in the buildings next to them and they were forced to mention they had bf's. Played backgammon w/ SAL and then left. Slept at SAL's house. IWWK # closed on original girl, then booty-called on the girl from his night previous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114831477577353252?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114831477577353252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114831477577353252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114831477577353252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114831477577353252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-19-sarge-report.html' title='May 19 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114805591548119128</id><published>2006-05-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:06:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 18 Sarge/ 3rd Base report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 1&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Same as May 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at SAL's house and hopped on a train to Union Square. Met HB Texas around 12:45 pm in Union Square Park. Chatted there for about 45 minutes getting to know each other. She was actually really interesting. Acting student at NYU. So I suggested a change of scenery. We walked to Battery Park City, and while I was there I started a funny conversation with a guy who works for the parks department to demonstrate that I'm social. Afterward we changed benches to somewhere more secluded and we exchanged massages. I could tell she wanted me to kiss her, but I took a gamble: If I kiss her now, that'll reduce sexual tension, and we're in a public place, so there's only so far we can go. If I wait, she'll practically want to rip my clothes off once we get somewhere private. I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have my own place to take her to (staying at my mother's house since I'm only in NYC for a few more weeks and then: Los Angeles, Vietnam, NYC, and finally Harvard for college) so I said, "Hey, lets go around the buildings at NYU?" She suggested a few, commenting that one of them had rehearsal rooms and student lounges. I selected that one. At this point it's storming outside. We walk to the subway, getting drenched, and go up to NYU. We sit in a student lounge for a bit, checking out the view. I suggest we check out other floors, making our way down to the one that has the rehearsal rooms. Then... see title of this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl's actually pretty cool. Think I'll see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114805591548119128?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114805591548119128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114805591548119128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805591548119128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805591548119128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-18-sarge-3rd-base-report.html' title='May 18 Sarge/ 3rd Base report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114805490909728312</id><published>2006-05-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:17:02.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 17 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 7&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Khaki's, light-blue button down shirt, red sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a friend who was graduating to go to a play on Broadway. Opened up a man and his daughter. They didn't live here, were here for a night, and were staying together in a hotel room, so I let that one slide. Enjoyed the play, and then walked with a large group back to his parent's house where a graduation party was taking place. HB Striped Shirt was hitting on me at the party. I'd have done her, but her ex-bf kept interfering and I am more interested in maintaining this group of friends as my friend who's graduating will help me out on a current work project. We left the party to go downtown. Opened up a pair of HB's on the street. They were on the other side of the street, walking away from me. Pursued them with PUA Boxer. We ran up to the corner, crossed the street, and I opened with, "Going home? or staying out?" One smiled, one gave a weird look. I said to the one who gave the weird look, "Because, frankly, you guys look good and I figured, hey, might as well talk to them." And I extended my hand for her to shake it. She did so, and I suggested we go to a place where my friends were walking to. Their id's got taken away (they were 19) and the girl who originally gave the weird look flipped out, shouted at the bouncer, and stormed off into a cab, taking her friend with her. Boxer went home, and SAL followed me as my wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to another bar, where I opened up a two set that was sitting down. "So's this seat open?" They said "Sure, it's a free country" with a bit of attitude. "Thank you." ignoring the attitude. And putting my playbill from the play on the table. "So.. did you guys have your prom? or..." (they were dressed in dresses. slightly negging them) They instantly smiled and told me what they were up to blahblahblah. They were graduating from college and they and all their friends rented out a party bus for the night that would pick them up later that night. I ran some game on them and got strong IOI's from HB Bambina. Got both their numbers after they said they wouldn't let me on their bus, and opened up a three set by the door when their friend went to the bathroom. Conversation went well, but one of them dragged the other two out of the bar. An HB was standing with a group of guys. I approached by myself, saying "So you guys together? or just holding hands." They were together. The group parted ways and I slept over at SAL's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114805490909728312?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114805490909728312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114805490909728312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805490909728312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805490909728312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-17-sarge-report.html' title='May 17 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114805203383117788</id><published>2006-05-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:20:33.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 16th Sarging Report</title><content type='html'>Approaches: 3&lt;br /&gt;Conversations: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Ripped jeans, purple  polo, light jacket, red sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with IWWK at my friend IPG's (international party girl) apartment in Soho. Got some IOI's from her roommate but would much rather utilize her as a pivot without any sort of political complications. Met up with a couple of IWWK's female friends. Got some weak IOI's from the one that was available. I was not interested but could have made the conversation more sexual. MISTAKE: lately I've been spending too much time on neutral topics. Switch earlier to conversations with sexual undertones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving that bar, I opened up a two-set on the train. Opener: "Hey so which stop are YOU guys?... What!? I thought you were cooler than that." They were interested, but not up to par intellectually. Then on walk home, opened up a 1-set. She didn't talk at first, but then started laughing at my asking her if she was mute and talking to her in sign language (which I made up). No close though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114805203383117788?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114805203383117788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114805203383117788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805203383117788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805203383117788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-16th-sarging-report.html' title='May 16th Sarging Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114805062476543388</id><published>2006-05-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:19:06.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 15 Sarging Report</title><content type='html'>May 16: Jeans, red sneakers, striped button-down shirt, light jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaches: 5&lt;br /&gt;Conversation: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with RAFC Salsa. Sarged one (wasn't very busy at that time), got a few IOI's, and then excused myself (wasn't particularly interested, but wanted to work toward getting back on my game). Then we went to Whole Foods. Opened up a pair I heard talking about ice cream, got a cold shoulder. I separated from Salsa. And met with a former mltr of mine HB Barbie (resemblance uncanny) in Soho. We walked around and she gave me her opinion on a few pairs of jeans. She mentioned to me that she was growing tired of her current BF and needs more excitement in her life. Blahblahblah. Told her I had to go but I'd call her later. MISTAKE: I opened up a few sets while I was with her, but could have opened up more. Then met with IWWK, PUA SAL (Starving Artists League) and a couple of their friends. Got strong IOI's from one of their friends as well as the bar-tender. Was not interested in either. Ejected and changed venues. On way to next venue, opened up another set. Got a couple IOI's - asked for my name first, asked for my occupation first and then told me she'd heard of me (I once had pseudo-celebrity status in NYC due to a clothing company I started a couple of years ago that went national very quickly), invited me to come see her at work, but then her girl friend (she's bi, apparently) came out and CB'd. If I'm in the area and she's working, I'll pursue it, but otherwise no. Then we went to a final destination. Got eyes from a couple girls, but I overheard their conversations (they began talking loudly on purpose) and I knew I would not be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I can still open.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: "Finding" is harder than I remembered it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114805062476543388?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114805062476543388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114805062476543388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805062476543388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114805062476543388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-15-sarging-report.html' title='May 15 Sarging Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114767802110249820</id><published>2006-05-14T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:26:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 14 Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Women approached: 0&lt;br /&gt;Closes: 0&lt;br /&gt;Dress: khakis, red sneakers, grey ribbed short-sleeved shirt, heather grey hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;Rather than devote the day to sarging, I chose to hang out with my baby sister instead and had a wonderful time. We went to a bookstore and read books. I made a to-do list and thought about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I'd already developed these skills back in highschool and in many ways outgrown them. I am now at a stage where women who I like are attracted to me and insist on hanging out with me. Also, I already have experience getting into and maintaining long-term relationships with women that are good matches for me. The whole notches-on-the-belt thing is something I've already tried out and outgrown. The layguide had many positive impacts on my life, such as helping me develop confidence to approach women, and knowledge of social dynamics, but the real impact was helping me get the "hooking up with large amounts of women" thing out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember searching for "+guide +'pick up' + girls" on excite.com after I saw that girls would give massages to guys they liked in the cafeteria at my high school. Because I was on the wrestling team, I really wanted massages. My ideal then was a relationship with a girl that I was really attracted to that would like being in a relationship with me. We would enjoy talking to each other, encourage each other to do our best work in school and in the rest of life, and enjoy touching each other. Sexual touching is something I enjoy, but I've always felt comfortable waiting for. More essential to me is general physical contact like massages and necking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I wanted. What ended up happening is I internalized a lot of what was said in the lay-guide and was a sociopath when it came to hook-ups in many ways. I think that in some ways that was very unfortunate, as it resulted in my emphasizing being a player when I could have been developing deeper relationships. My favorite was probably how I developed an excel spreadsheet where I would keep track of pivots and girls I was hooking up with including the last thing we talked about, the circle of friends they belonged to and how we met. Several of my friends looked up to me, and I was the friend who hooked several of them up with their first sexual experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my ego needs to be massaged this way at all is a flag for me, but I'll ponder that in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, what is important is avoiding any steps backward, and breaking out of the circle of potentially reverting to my PUA mannerisms and past. Rather than try to push for getting laid, I think more important will be finding, meeting, and then hanging out with women that I am genuinely attracted to. I will be more effective with a list of attributes and desires, and a system of metrics based on tracking my progress toward those goals. So, rather than "Women Approached" and Closes as my metrics, I will use "Women Approached" and "Women who I got into conversation long enough to determine whether they fit my qualifications regarding whether we'd be compatible." "Number of conversations where I did not volunteer information in an effort to impress them" will be the the third metric. Closes will not even be on the list, since that is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look through the player guide a bit more, since when approaching women it does not hurt to get a refresher course on openings, story telling, and introducing oneself to groups, but the focus of my energies will be getting into an LTR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114767802110249820?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114767802110249820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114767802110249820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114767802110249820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114767802110249820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-14-sarge-report.html' title='May 14 Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114762177865982871</id><published>2006-05-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:49:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13th Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Women approached: 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closes: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduced my rank to RAFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: styled my hair. long sleeved brown shirt. leather jacket. jeans. shoes. cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic beverages consumed: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick notes to myself: Try out Gunwitch Method tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night synopsis: Got a ride into the city from AFC Irish. We met up with some friends from highschool- 2 girls and 1 guy. The guy and girl had already hooked up. Irish was into other girl and I was indifferent. Other plans fell through, because we were on the Upper West Side (getting home would be a hassle) I decided I'd rather go home than stay out all night and try out Gunwitch Method the following day. (today) On my way out. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114762177865982871?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114762177865982871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114762177865982871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114762177865982871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114762177865982871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-13th-sarge-report.html' title='May 13th Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114756840510471188</id><published>2006-05-13T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:00:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 12th Sarge Report</title><content type='html'>Women approached: 14 - 5 at bars/ restaurants. 9 on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closes: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: styled my hair. red button-down shirt. leather jacket. jeans. shoes. cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic beverages consumed: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick notes to myself: Begin by crash + burning with at least 10 women in the beginning of the night from now on. I feel more comfortable approaching women on the street than at bars. Not only is the number of women approached higher, but the quality of my approach is also higher. I need two or three openers and some follow-up that are viable in the bar environment, especially if I am not drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night synopsis: Started out at Bowery Bar, which is an excellent spot, but was with AFC Architect, who I knew would tag along and ruin any game if I tried to spit it. We talked about business stuff for the length of our meeting, and then we parted ways. I went to meet up with friends: PUA IWWK (I Work With Kids), and some others. Approached a couple of women at this place, but left BEFORE getting firm No's. MISTAKE. Then we went to a couple of other places and I approached women while walking around. I had good approaches, but no closes. New policy: no #'s if no physical close. Also, I could have been stronger with kino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm trying more along the lines of the Gunwitch Method, which is more my natural style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Hanging out with AFC Irish to go to Brooklyn- parties with IWWK. Fun girl Asian should be chilling with us as well, so lets see how goes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114756840510471188?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114756840510471188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114756840510471188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114756840510471188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114756840510471188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-12th-sarge-report.html' title='May 12th Sarge Report'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114746996884779511</id><published>2006-05-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:58:52.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scope of this Blog</title><content type='html'>Sarging and lay reports will be found here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, it will be not just me posting, but other PUA's as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preference will be given to solo sarging, as we both enter and leave alone. Also solo-sarging is a more sophisticated skill. However, wingman stories are also acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114746996884779511?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114746996884779511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114746996884779511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114746996884779511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114746996884779511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/scope-of-this-blog.html' title='Scope of this Blog'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28007827.post-114746976220199225</id><published>2006-05-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:59:58.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantasmo is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28007827-114746976220199225?l=chezphantasmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/feeds/114746976220199225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28007827&amp;postID=114746976220199225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114746976220199225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28007827/posts/default/114746976220199225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chezphantasmo.blogspot.com/2006/05/phantasmo-is-back.html' title='Phantasmo is Back'/><author><name>Phantasmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00936631409654993490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
