A New Beginning

Firstly let me start off by saying that this has probably been the best week I've ever had.
I attended the LSS bootcamp and saw some things I had read actually work. I wish to detail this particular experiences as I had a lot of 'AHAs'. First I wish to re-publish a comment my bootcamp coach had written that really blew my mind. One because it was highly positive and complimentary but also because it fucking brightened my day.

Hey Motown,

It is great to meet with you - I was your instructor on Friday. I am delighted that you had a blast and felt that you made progress.

Man, you so can totally nail this beautiful art as you are tall, handsome, stylishly dressed, fun and you exude positivity. You just have to realise this yourself , approach, open and stay in set mate! If you just avoid "premature ejection" you will be on the path to mackdom.

Guys, you should have seen Mo do his first Direct Opener on the street outside a tube station around Covent Garden! He was buzzing with elation after pushing himself out of his comfort zone !
I want you to remember that moment, how good you felt, how easy it was and how receptive that hot girl was and remind yourself of that moment everytime you see a hot girl and approach her!

Fair play to you though - both yourself and A opened sets when I told you too. Not necessarily an easy thing to do, to be forced into set but you did it. It was a long, exhausting and fun night. Also remember the pointers that I gave you in that first bar for the first few minutes of the interaction.

And remember that seated two-set in Onanon that I re-opened? The first few minutes don't matter, just stay in set and plough, plough and plough somemore like a farmer on speed! Then, like a flower in the sunshine, the set *will* open up to you and its on!

This shit is easy and fun so stick with it!

Good stuff mate, keep in touch,
JT

PS- cool handle, very appropriate!

Ok. I'm going to break down what happened that night. I had finished uni but had been well dressed when I went to the bootcamp. It was located in King's Cross at some youth centre called 1 Kx. I arrived an hour or so early. So I chilled at McD's for a bit. When the time came around to go I went about 20 mins early. They hadn't even set up yet. I went in and saw this cute pakistani receptionist. Just as I was about to holler some dude dressed like a typical uni dude hollered at me. He was kinda skinny with really beady eyes. He also had this incredibly dominant frame. For example on seeing him, he did not smile but made strong eye contact. Despite being much bigger than him I could tell this dude was one of the coaches. He had a scottish/welsh/australian/fuckknows accent which took me off guard. I found out he was Skeletor. A prolific poster on the board.

Anyways I spoke to the dude as we were climbimg the stairs toward the seminar room. It was basically a hall with a bunch of chairs set out. roughly 30. I had been incredibly tired as I had roughly no sleep the night before. So had red eye and stank breath. I managed to turn it around though and stayed on point with red bulls and coffee. Anyways back to the seminar. As I introduced myself to the rest of the guys, I happened to see this guy called Shaksi on the LSS and to my surprise he was a bloody mali. LOL. Like a proper mali which shocked the shit out of me. He was wearing old-school Baket loafers, was fat and had an obvious mali haircut. I wanted to say 'WARYAAA' but thought I'd address him like any other person.

I was also introduced to Andy- who is the LSS founder. I was honoured to say the least. The guy was basically a british version of Neil Strauss. He was wearing a choker necklace, bootcut trousers, had a disability, thinning hair, receding hairline, glasses, buck-teeth and a high-pitched voice. Despite all of these fucking setbacks, this dude had the most amazing presence. Like seriously powerful presence. Good shit. Then I saw some of the other speakers like Fearless, some asian dude who was shit scared of presenting. I can tell he is a mack on the field however.

Anyways as more and more guys came in, I realised I was one of the more up-scale dudes in terms of fashion sense. I only saw a small number of guys that were really well dressed. It could be because of the nature of the bootcamp. Most of the guys had been dressed in those brown suede trainer shoe hybrids. Some looked like complete nerds. Other were hooligans which shocked the HELL out of me. There was a dude from Newcastle who now lived in Wales who wanted to move to London to be a personal trainer with the most fucked up nose I HAVE EVER seen. He was the stereotypical hooligan from Newcastle. Broken nose from fights etc. The whole shebang. However this man was really laid-back and really ladish. Cool dude.

I saw a few other individuals that were older such as Andy my wingman on the field. Im talking 45years of age, GROWN ASS MEN dawg. Alot of the guys aside from a handful were really lacking in the appearance department. I saw some guy with a bloody red french painter hat, I mean crickey mate, what the hell are you doing dressed as a fucking french painter. I had no idea where he was going with that look. He seemed really shy and sensitive despite speaking up in the questions part of the seminar. I got introduced to a couple of fellas with really cool backgrounds.

Halfway through the seminar this white dude came in. Ginger hair, dark pink shirt, leather wrist band, COOL fucking tattoo, the cooooooooooooooooooooooolesstt fucking biker boots that I had been searching high and low for, cool boot-cut jeans and a wicked watch.

This fucking guy was really cool looking I give him that. You could tell he had been partying endlessly. We chatted for a bit at the end of the seminar, I was worried about my breath so I tried not to speak too much. After getting paired up with our coaches we then gathered up outside.

There was some confusion about who I was supposed to be going with and as a result I ended up with this really cool non-Irish sounding Irish dude called JUICE Terry. This guy had a hilarious persona. I mean, he wasn't funny when we were chilling but on retrospect I thought he was a joker. The main thing was his posture. Really REALLY alpha. His eyecontact was intense. He also spoke really really clear. His projection was Nimbus like. He was cool.

My wingman Andy was quite the opposite. A writer (Not Hank Moody) who was a typical of all older generation writers. He was really colourful with his language, very apprehensive about speaking, not a space taker, had a really whinging type of vibe when he asked questions. He had a real artsy vibe about him which made sense later on when he said he was a writer. That's all I gather on the awesome Andy.

So we head off to the town. We catch the train. Discuss some Game on the train. In front of women and other people which made me laugh and get uncomfortable because it was SO out of my reality. Maybe because I've read all there is on Game did I think that it was not that shocking but when a hb7 looked our way I kinda pissed my pants.

Anyways on Leicester Square I had quite a few cold approaches, in that the bitches I approached were very cold to my approach. We were looking for a bar to drink because I was shitting myself. However after a few drinks. The approaches were a joke. The reason I did not get anywhere with these girls was because I approached them in a really creepy manner, on one occassion I approached a girl from the side which for that environment was a bit odd.

Mostly white girls were approached although I tried some other races. One particular girl looked up and down at me as described in numerous game chronicles. She scanned me for value using her Reticular Activation System. The opener was really weak (Do you know where Starbucks is?) and my voice was too weak so the girls after a second shout would leg it. As I am really observational, saw JT do a clap and give off a really high energy vibe when he approached.

I saw him do it a couple more times and after a couple of attempts I managed to stop several chicks. Some where stopped and other did not. After a string of cold responses and a weak club performance JT thought we should head off to Convent Garden.

I was slightly tipsy and felt awesome. On our way there we saw these 8 girls who looked like supermodels. I mean Victoria Secret not Catwalk. These chicks were all 8s and above, really hot.
I approached with the clap and opener which worked a charm. I was stunned these hot fucking girls would stop and opened them with the Starbucks opener. It worked an absolute treat even though my delivery was weak. I teased one of the girls who was really really cute and then left.

We arrived at Convent Garden ready to do some approaches. Whilst we were looking for potential girls I happened to spot a chick from afar. She looked arabic from afar. So I approach with 'I came over to tell you that you are absolutely gorgeous and I would have kicked myself if I had not come to speak to you. I think you're adorable.' I was really feeling this shit so it came out correct. It was my first direct approach EVER, let alone on a street. Thank God! She smiled like crazy. She had a really cute smile and Fuck-me eyes. I kinoed and asked where she was from, her name and other generic shit. Apparently she was French/Mali (the country), her name was Ilhan (I think), she works at Cafe Nero, she has been here for a few weeks (probably BS) and was waiting for her friend to arrive.

She was really receptive and I cracked a few lame jokes which she thankfully responded to out of politeness. I personally think she was being polite initially but had I stayed in the convo for 5 mins now so that thought vanished. I then made an abrupt exit which was really really chodey. I proceeded to shake her hand (WHO THE FUCK shakes a girl's hand....seriously WHY!?!??). However I did not want to be rude or a man so I proceeded to act like a complete pussy. She shaked it back (*cringe*) thank God. I may be downplaying it slightly but I will never not got a hug AT LEAST from a set. That was weak and I should have ploughed and got the digits but instead I shake a girl's hand. She was like 'huh?' and I responded 'I am going now. Enjoy your night it was a pleasure meeting you' Anyways it made my pimp hand super strong.

I now felt Amazing, like I was on Cloud FUCKING nine!!. That girl really made my night. If she had not been there I would have had the worst night considering what happened after approaching her. We went to a few bars which were really weak, we couldn't get into Tiger Tiger which sucked. So we opted for the next weakest shit in ONANON (aka The Devil's Anus Crack) really weak ass club. The sets were really cold and unreceptive to my black ass. One, because I now looked like a post man with my bag and two because I did not plough enough. Honestly like JT said the shit really is easy in terms of the approaching. It's rapport/comfort I really need to work on.

I can approach any girl at this point in time but going from there is what I need to learn. This should not take too long to learn. I learned that girls are shit-scared of strange men approaching them and that it is best to talk for 90% of the time in the first 3-5 mins and then ask a few questions and take it from there. Kino and lazer eyes are more important. Escalation is SO key...always CLOSE as Ozzie says. ABC bitch. Neg/cocky funny at first but then switch it up with comfort and if a girl tries to go back to bantering be unreactive. I must have a abundance mentality in regards to losing a chick. There is always another bus coming. Also, I learned 3 years of reading about game, in one night of flops and one semi-successful set. Amazing how much I had to adjust but it was automatic because I took nothing personal.

I feel I have garnered so much momentum since then and I really do not want to stop. I want to approach girls everyday. However I feel really really shit about my appearance, unemployment and social life at the moment. So much has changed in terms of the situations but the themes have not changed. I am however improving mentally. I am being very pragmatic as of late.
I want to create a set of principles that define who I want to be. These will entail the shit I will be striving towards in term of my personality and also the type of shit I will not tolerate in my life.

My mind just had an orgasm of thoughts so I am writing this tomorrow. This has been a real eye-opener.