Throwback: 2 Lessons from the past

For this post I want to highlight two encounters that I’ve had in the past and the lessons I have learned from them. One encounter was recent, the other took place in the very beginning of my journey through game. I feel that it is important to note that as of this writing I very much still see myself as a beginner in game in a lot of ways. In the past, I have had some success with women prior to studying game but most of that was either sheer luck, or came natural to me at the time (i.e I had no actual plan or strategy). Perhaps I was lucky with my upbringing… and that may be an interesting idea to blog about one day… but I digress. As with any of my blog posts here I hope you, dear reader, understand that I am very much on this journey of self discovery to grow my experience and skills over time. I hope you do as well.

So without any further ado, lets take a look at two interactions worth noting and what I have learned from them since they occurred.

Miss Flexible

Miss flexible is an obvious nickname I have given to a girl I met and spoke briefly to at my local gym. At this time, I was in decent shape and had began to really focus more on my fitness and diet as I began my journey in game. If I had to guess, it was perhaps 5 – 6 months post divorce, 3 – 4 months post redpill, and only a month or so into actually studying game. I had not so long ago finished reading The Game by Neil Strauss and had already began implementing core concepts of game in my day to day life. I was very wet behind the ears, but eager.

Upon entering the gym and making my way to the stretching area, I immediately noticed a very petite and attractive girl in the corner who was bending herself in deep and eye-catching stretches on the floor. Masks were required at the gym at the time, but everything about her look and her body told me that she was at least a 7, possibly 8. Here I was, primed to accelerate my level up process, full of newfound post-divorce confidence due to recent bounce back lays and with a fresh tattoo on my arm. I told myself to talk to her… fuck it! I don’t care if she blows me out! I need to do this for me. I need to prove to myself that I have the balls to approach a hottie at the gym. It was time to nut up and get in there.

After a quick stretch I took a deep breath, walked over to her and squatted down to speak to her at her level. The first thing I did was strait from The Game… I gave myself a false time constraint. I said something along the lines of “Hey I’m not gunna take up too much of your time, I have a workout to get to, but I have to say I am really impressed with how flexible you are!”

She took off her mask and flashed me a big smile. Very cute, solid 8. “Thank You!” What followed was a short yet enthusiastic conversation about how she is really into yoga, and stretches every day. We have a nice little banter back and forth and I tell her that I need to be getting to my workout and I leave, most likely leaving her a little perplexed.

I was so focused on actually having the courage to have an interaction with the girl that I completely whiffed on an obvious IOI when she took off her mask to speak to me. Even though I reciprocated and we both had great initial chemistry, I didn’t set myself up for success. Oh how easy it would have been to move to a quick number close! I was so happy to have overcame my fear to talk to her that I didn’t even think ahead to the “what if” scenarios that were positive outcomes. In this case, I 100% believe that I could have gotten her number right then and there (or perhaps with a slightly extended convo). I saw her eyeing me as she left and that’s when I knew I fucked it up. Ironically I was doing dumbbell swings at the time; a very sexual movement. UGGHHH!! I have yet to see her again but who knows what the future will bring.

Lesson learned: Forecast for success and strike while the iron’s hot.

Booze Girl

My encounter with Booze girl was much more recent. I think it took place about a week and a half ago. Super random encounter, but that’s how it goes sometimes. It was late and I had stopped at a local grocery store on my way home from work. I had a shit day and whiskey was the cure. I usually don’t get home from work until a little before midnight and I found myself at the grocery store around 1150pm with about 10 mins left to buy alcohol. I’m not sure how it is where you live but here in Hawaii all alcohol sales end at midnight unless in an approved venue.

For some reason this night just happened to be the one night in the however-many years of me visiting this grocery store at night that they decided to wax the floor. Many of the isles were blocked off for cleaning and it left a weird labyrinthine layout that was difficult to navigate. Like I said, I had a shit day and this combined with the time crunch put me in a annoyed mood. After making my way over to the liquor I actually had to go all the way back to player start to ask for assistance to get the whiskey I wanted since it was locked up (Woodford Reserve… yum).

Shortly after weaving my way back to the whiskey cabinet I see an employee on his way with a cute girl in tow. I caught a quick glimpse at what looked like a HB6 or 7. Cute, but perhaps too much makeup for my taste. The employee opened the cabinet and I get what I need and head back through the maze to the only open cashier stand. Eventually I make my way back and Booze Girl is not far behind. We both stand in line with our alcohol of choice and wait to be rung up.

Now, to be fair, I was in no real mood to pickup this girl and I really just needed a drink. I think that was honestly how I felt at the time and yet I still felt a nagging need to open her. I decided to break the ice, “Looks like we both have our priorities strait”. She smiles and agrees and we have a quick banter about the time crunch (3 mins left to ring up) and our shared challenge navigating our way to the alcohol. She tells me she and her friend are going trying to have a “fun night” tonight or something along those lines. I glance over at her friend on the other side of the cashier stand whom I noticed before. HB6 or so, I’d say. Before we got too deep into conversation, the employees wisely decided to open another cashier lane so that we can both be rung up in time to meet the midnight deadline. “Looks like we made it” she said. “The night is saved”.

OK so preeeeety obvious I had a clear opening to talk to them afterwards and get a number close but I am content with my whiskey in hand and head out the door. Hell, for all I know the friend could live right around the corner and I could have gotten an invite to chill with them for a bit. Or perhaps they are meeting up with their boyfriends and nothing would have happened. Point is, it will forever remain a mystery because I decided to leave and not see how it all would have played out. I’m not kicking myself too much for this one but when it comes down to it it was a wasted opportunity. I hate wasting opportunities.

Lesson learned: Never allow your current mood or situation close you off completely to new opportunities and follow through on your openings to completion as best as you can.


So there you have it. Two different and yet similar encounters where I made some good moves but also some mistakes. These could have of course gone any way. Unfortunately how these interactions could have turned out will forever remain a mystery to me. Either way, I learned something from each one. I hope you enjoyed reading them. My journey in game is still beginning… Can’t wait to see what the future brings. Either way… I’m ALL IN!

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