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  <title>Mode's Log</title>
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  <updated>2008-01-21T16:28:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:10656</id>
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    <title>Goals for the New Year</title>
    <published>2008-01-21T16:28:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-21T16:28:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I figured its about time to write down some goals down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Focus and plan my career and finances&lt;br /&gt;2.  Implement direct, flash, shock &amp; awe game&lt;br /&gt;3.  Throw out crap I don't need away...cut the fat out of my life heh</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:10393</id>
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    <title>Trial and game</title>
    <published>2007-12-05T05:00:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-05T05:03:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Before I was hitting my peak...I found myself midst of an LTR.  I had to see for myself even though I knew how the dice would roll from the get go.  I learned more than I expected.  Felt more with my emotions than I anticipated.  Now I'm done and realized it was and wasn't what I wanted.  I know what I want and which is my freedom, myself and love.  I full closed a girl over the weekend, she has a lot of love to give and needs a lot of love herself.  It's been a long time I've felt alive like that.  The intimacy and the closeness...  I want to feel alive as I did before.  I'm game.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:10120</id>
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    <title>The game is always constant</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T14:17:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T14:54:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Something I've realized recently and I've been slacking on.  I've been ignoring everything I've learned and I started to suck. Time to stop sucking.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:9796</id>
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    <title>LAS VEGAS</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T21:56:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T21:56:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow...I'm a changed man, definitely worth it.  I wish I could have met Mystery....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:9720</id>
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    <title>You can't touch this PUA</title>
    <published>2007-04-23T02:08:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-23T02:08:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To close up this whole situation with HBstreaks...her bf found out about us.  Which was a bummer, she was actually a cool girl to hang out with.  However, with the ensuing drama in her life and etc..."leave her better than you found her"...it holds true.  I'll truly miss her...goodbye babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, HBstreaks bf is a bartender...at a bar I'm a regular at.  He told HBstreaks that he threatened to beat me up...so I had to see for myself it was going to happen.  I showed up at the bar, I made eye contact with him and tried to acknowledge him but he wouldn't make eye contact with me...pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently her bf told her close friends but didn't tell his co-workers or his buddies...because it would make him look like a tool.  So nobody knows...but her close friends...and her friends are cool with me.  So I'm at the bar having a good time with my friends and he's at the bar pouting and being pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bar was closing he was standing there right in front of HBstreaks, shielding her from me, and glaring at me...I looked at him and gave him the peace sign as I walked out.  You can't touch this PUA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:9394</id>
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    <title>I fucked up</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T20:50:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T20:50:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I fucked up, and her safety is in jeopardy...I wasn't prepared to be shotguned at 3:30am while I was half asleep.  I fucked up bad...the only positive to come out of this is that I got a chance to get to know her...I'm sorry... :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smooth7:9004</id>
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    <title>WILD emotion management</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T16:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T15:09:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A couple weeks ago I've been having a hard time figuring my emotions.  On top of that being in my first MLTR with her I started feeling huge range of emotions I wasn't use to. At times I became very confused. But eventually I figured out somethings a long the way on my own and with some help.  And certain things came up every time which made things clearer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured something out though every time I was lost.  And I began to understand why. I feel its because our thoughts and emotions are not congruent with each other or clearly distinguished. So your thoughts and feelings get mixed up to a point that you're suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally sat down and broke down what really worked for me. I call it my WILD emotion list. It's to help you better understand your thoughts and feelings. This may help you sort your logic and emotions so they make more sense during those cloudy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are my expectations?  What are her expectations?  Should I have any expectations?&lt;br /&gt;-I will attract other women and vice versa...&lt;br /&gt;-Life or love is an activity, not an emotional state...&lt;br /&gt;-Do I have fun?  Does she have fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>damn...</title>
    <published>2007-03-07T17:20:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-07T17:20:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn…I need to get out and do some serious sarging.  My mltr HBstreaks has been sketch of late, so I haven’t hung out with her in over a month.  I’ve also been complacent with my sarging and not putting an effort in meeting other girls.  I totally got lazy and thought I could just chill on HBstreaks for a bit.  I need some sort of rotation going on here.  Its time to go out and get some. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Why?</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T03:19:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T04:34:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today has probably been one of the hardest days...I'm so sad and I don't know why...I feel like I've hit rock bottom.  It's almost though I'm sad as I was when I was an AFC...but even worst.  Maybe its the stress I've been under lately with school and work.  I could break down any moment, but yet I feel like I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an MLTR with no strings attached, which is going good as long as I don't have any expectations...I'm worried that I'm getting attached or whatever.  Of course she's flakey and etc...but should that matter?  I'm not in a serious relationship with her.  I have no idea, I'm just rolling with it.  I got a #close last night, and a couple HB's I've been keeping warm and working on.  But still, I feel so fucking hollow and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I want more, if I can't get more or faster results...I feel like this...shit.  This is maybe part of the game that they rarely talk about.  Maybe its just part of the heavy roller coaster this brings.  Super high ups and super low downs...right I'm on the downside.  I'm hurting and I don't know why... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>MLTR management</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T04:57:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T04:57:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well...this is very all new to me.  Considering HBstreaks is my very first MLTR.  She has a bf however continues to see me.  I don't know how long its going to last or etc.  I'm starting to feel an attachment to her.  With all this PU stuff I'm totally aware of all the chemicals in my body that are causing me to feel this way.  It's totally insane!  The old AFC me would've been pining for her hardcore.  But I'm able to deal with these feelings fairly well...so far.  Logically everything makes sense but emotionally I feel really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I go out and try to meet other girls.  She gives me barrels of one liners and questions  about me seeing other girls and etc.  But I made my intention clear from the beginning that I'm wasn't looking for an exclusive relationship.  Which was good.  But I'm worried that I've failed in making her feel special enough to keep her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is probably the AFC feeling of fear of lost.  I just need to kick back and relax.  However she does have my favorite watch at the moment, which I accidentally left at her place and she has some of her stuff at my place.  I need to get that back...its a sliver digital Casio watch from the 80's...its so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, she's actually a really cool girl to hang out with.  Whatever way this relationship ends, we could definitely be platonic friends and hang out.  She's that cool of a girl to hang out with.  But at the moment I'm dealing with my inner emotions with her.  "She's high jacked my brain."  However, the good news is...I believe she doesn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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    <title>LR: No more LMR w/ HBstreaks</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T23:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T08:31:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So a week after the LMR w/ HBstreaks...it went down like this, it was a Sunday night.  The local DJ was spinning his last night, so it was a farewell party at the club also.  The place was packed and of course I run into HBstreaks.  Her bf was working the bar as usual and I'm talking to HBstreaks and doing take aways.  One thing I notice is that her bf gets jealous everytime she talks to me or any other guy for that matter.  He doesn't get mad at me because I've completely befriended him and have him disarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the night continuous flirting ensues and I can tell that it's definitely on.  I hear that there is going to be an after party for the DJ that is leaving.  Ironically it is at the house of the HBstreaks bf.  So at the after party I'm hanging out talking to random people and etc.  I see HBstreaks in a bad mood and I notice her bf is pissed at her and staring her down.  Eventually I leave the party because I have to get up early for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I receive a call from HBstreaks at 4:00am.  She asks what I'm doing and wants to see me.  I put up some resistance but mention I can only hang out for a little bit.  I meet up with her and no more LMR :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Some LMR</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T16:03:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T16:03:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was out with my buddy who's a natural, but he has a gf now.  So we went to this one bar to get last call before they close.  And while we were sitting there chatting HBstreaks comes up to me gives me a hug.  She gives me tons kino and I flirt with her a bit.  I #closed HBstreaks awhile back, she has streaks and highlights in her hair.  HBstreaks has a bf and he is bartender at bar I'm a regular at.  So I never really pushed to pursue her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While HBstreaks is talking to me her cute HBbrunette friend comes up to my buddy.  Apparently she knows him and is super excited to see him.  He quickly #closes HBbrunette, and then HBbrunette invites my buddy and I over her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my buddy ends up bailing on me so he can meet up with his gf.  So I end up heading over there alone.  I get over there and I could tell HBbrunette is disappointed that my buddy didn't show up.  However HBstreaks is excited to see me, and I know its on.  So I give her a quick kiss to set the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sit there watching tv on the couch and I'm sitting between both girls.  So I play some jealously plotline and start paying a lot of attention to HBbrunette.  As I'm doing this HBstreaks starts scooting closer to me, giving me tons of kino to get my attention and etc.  Eventually HBbrunette gets tired and wants to go to bed.  So HBstreaks asks me to give her a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my car we make out for bit and then we proceed to drive to her house.  After we pull up into her driveway, the making out ensues and she's digging it.  This is where I experienced LMR, I tried about every Mystery line I knew.  It got her going more but still it was no use.  She kept saying it was super late by that time it was 5am.  I think maybe I didn't have enough time to properly get her escalated because I had very little isolation time which was only in my car.  Or maybe I was pushing to hard for the lay.  I definitely going to have to work on some more LMR techniques.</content>
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    <title>Fun party sarge</title>
    <published>2006-12-29T04:59:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-29T05:05:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Interesting enough I went to a female friend's small party.  The party consisted of mostly girls under 21 and several AFC.  So social proofing the whole place and talking to everyone is not a big deal.  The AFC guys were no competition at all.  So anyways, there's this cute HB I started talking to.  Initially when I entered the place I saw her sitting on her bf's lap.  I didn't really notice her at first.  Until I started interacting with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing cocky funny and throwing pebbles and controlling the frame with flying colors.  I found out she was from a small town near Kansas.  So as things start to escalate with w/ HBKansas her bf was starting to get jealous.  He would hover around her and be clingy and needy.  Of course I continued on interacting w/ HBKansas with no hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even reached a point in the conversation that she even made fun of her bf right in front of him.  I should've isolated her somehow.  Because I could've easily *closed her that night and probably more.  But I couldn't because her bf was hovering around the whole time.  Still I could've pulled her away somewhere for a second and made out with her.  Because I really wanted to, I mean it was definitely on.  However, I settled for the #close.  Which was a moral victory for me because I was able to do all this with her boyfriend sitting right there.  Next time isolation is very critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Blown Out</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T08:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T08:56:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, tonight was really fucking tough.  My first set I was blown out.  And Quilombero came in and hooked it.  I opened about 6 sets tonight, about every single one I was blown out except for a couple.  One HB I opened at the bar I should have run attraction material on but I'm lacking attraction material.  I'm seriously going to have to sit down and work on some DHV routines/stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I kind of DLV'ed myself talking about my height, which is not a good idea.  Because I made it like it bothered me.  Which it shouldn't because I should be proud of being short and NOT GIVE A FUCK what others think. :)  But I'm going to get some shoes that makes me a little taller to give me that slight edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a guy, and he told that height doesn't matter.  He's right though, I should have the fucking attitude that I'm god.  That's another sticking point of mine.  I AM GOD!  Anyways stop being so reactionary, just be chill and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Mixing it up</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T21:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T08:33:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, it's true I've never really believed it but yeah mix sets are pretty easy.  I had a very successful mixed set.  I went solo for little bit for the first time.  I was waiting for some friends to meet me at the bar.  So I went in ordered a drink and just at chilled at the bar.  To relax and get use to the social pressure of being by yourself.  It wasn't too bad, honestly no one really cares or notices you.  Because everyone is stuck in their own little world.  So you can practically be invisible if you wanted to be.  It's just the only thing is the social pressure you are putting on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the set went pretty decent.  It was a mixed two-set with a UG, it was definitely really good practice.  I need to open more and learn/create more attraction material.  I think that's where I'm lacking the most.  I can open without a problem, just attraction is where I'm not consistent at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Being aggressive</title>
    <published>2006-12-18T18:46:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-18T18:46:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Saturday night was pretty fun, my friends' birthday bash was a blast.  I drank and got incredibly drunk so I only managed to do one approach.  But at the birthday party, we partied with a group of girls I've met before. I made the mistake of not being more aggressive with this one Brazilian girl who got incredibly drunk at the end of the night.  We were making hard eye contact early on in the night, but I thought I'd do a freeze out.  However, a buddy of mine who started talking to her earlier in the night.  I thought I would play it cool for awhile, but that's one of my mistakes I played it cool for too long.  By then it was too late, my buddy had already been grinding with her on the dance floor.  There's a time to play it a cool but there's a time be aggressive pull her in.  More often then not I play it cool instead of being aggressive.  I'm going to be more aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Plugging away</title>
    <published>2006-12-15T23:47:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T23:48:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been about a year since I've gotten into the community, somethings have changed.  Some of the changes are quite apparent but feels like though things haven't changed fast enough for me.  But maybe because I'm impatient and haven't taken the time to step back to analyze all this.  However it did take a long time before I did any approaches.  I mean I didn't do my first cold approach until six months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My progression has been good but hasn't been great.  The expectations I have for myself is not improbable at all.  To be where I want to be I'm going to have to do the work to get there.  I do need to spend more time out in the field and doing more approaches, because every outing I learn from the previous mistakes.  There's also many aspects I feel that I'm missing however I must learn and figure out how to fill those gap.  Also there's lots of stuff I want to do like going direct and now is the opportune time to test it out.  Sarging solo is top on my list also, its a skill I desire.  To go out alone and have fun is something I'd love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>The Pain Period</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T09:15:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T09:15:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LA was I eye opener, definitely learned a lot about myself that weekend.  Anyways I should be going to bed or studying for finals but that this point I don't care.  I'm impulsive...I know I can't help it, haha.  But talking to Tom Sawyer, has really opened my eyes...I really need to be proficient at point A before I can move on to point B.  I truly understand Style about working on a certain aspect of his game before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I got #closes, and while I was out with my AFC friends.  First time I opened successfully while out with my AFC friends.  I didn't make any excuses  like before not to approach.  And its true, I should be able to approach and run game with whomever I'm with, shit I could be out with the Dahli Lama and should be able to run game.  One thing to work on next is, going out and sarging solo.  That will be an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways both of the #closes weren't solid.  The first #close had the most potential, because I was already vibing with her even though I didn't get much rapport because of the obstacles who dragged her away.  But I got the quick #close while leaving the venue.  She was a cute brunette, I should've called her but I didn't.  I made the excuse because I had finals and etc.  I'm lame, fuck that shit I'm calling them right away the next day before I let any doubts build up.  The second #close, I made the mistake of going for #close before I was even in A3.  She didn't give me any IOI's yet so that was my mistake.  It was either I wasn't DHV enough, or had stories and routines.  And also remember, DO NOT USE THIS LINE "You're kind of cute or you're kind of cool"....it does not work...field tested!  I thought it would be a cute little neg but not really just kills my game right there.  Instead I'll BE MORE DIRECT and use "You're cute or you're cool..." and proceed from there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. one thing I've noticed that is great, I've been successful when I always come with an attitude/energy of higher value.  And doesn't mean I should disregard a good DHV routine or story but it helps a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode</content>
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    <title>Inner Game part II</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T06:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T06:53:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm working on my inner game now...routines are great and stuff.  However, I think this is were I'm going to be super solid at.  I want killer inner game, the confidence and know how that will help carry me for the rest of my life.  It's something I've been lacking all my life, until now.  I thought I had killer inner game but I was so wrong!  I've never felt confident in myself or anything else.  I don't know what's going to happen, but I know my confidence is going to grow.  It's definitely has grown since I started this journal.  Those early post I had were so full of fake confidence because I thought I was the shit because I read The Game.  HA, fuck that I wasn't even close.  Anywyas who cares what others think about me, I'm me and that's it.  If you got a problem with me, its your problem not mine.  I also learned to control my anxiety states, it was unbelievable...I was able to switch out of this crazy anxiety attack and boom PUA mode was on.  Even though it was hell and I had to walk out of there for a couple minutes to re-frame the situation.  After I calmed the fuck down, I went back in there.  But I did it.  I couldn't believe what just happened but I managed it.  Wow the old me would have never known what to do.  I would have probably let my anxiety take over.  I must push this further to get the results I want.</content>
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    <title>Game on</title>
    <published>2006-08-22T15:34:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-22T15:34:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to say these past couple weeks have been amazing.  I've learned a lot from the PUA guys I've met.  Tom Sawyer, Metro and Quilombero are awesome guys.  It's crazy I met Vision who I use to go to high school with.  Anyways, I'm definitely doing more cold approaches now, opening with confidence and holding sets.  I'm really getting more comfortable with this.  I'm enjoying this and having lots of fun.  I finally got my first real *close from an HBmilf on saturday.  That was definitely a learning experience and worked hard to game her.  I'm learning so much and continue to do so.  Every day is a new experience.  Game on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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    <title>Neediness</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T14:35:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T14:35:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to say, that what's probably kills me a lot is that neediness vibe.  It's probably because I'm really impatient and sometimes I just need to slow down.  So that nervous/neediness vibe comes through...primarily my successes approaches and conversations were when I was relaxed, calmed and cool.  Like water...be like water grass hopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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    <title>The real Game begins...</title>
    <published>2006-07-19T22:13:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T09:25:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">REALITY CHECK!  Any post before this is probably mostly bullshit keyboard jockeying at most and some skewed viewpoints.  I thought I was the shit after I read The Game, but I'm no where I want to be.  It has definitely showed me the doors, now I have to walk through them.  I'm not going to be an excuser anymore.  Im going to start working on my approaches now, I thought I had solid inner game...but I was wrong.  I'm getting tons of inner game stuff, such as hypnosis and thinking more positively.  Also next for me is to work on cold approaches.  I have major AA, but its getting better with more approaches under my belt.  I did my first cold approach at the coffee house the other day, I was pretty nervous when I did it, but I plowed and did it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was studying at the coffee house downtown and noticed a brunette HB7.5 sitting by herself.  I immediately sat somewhere near her so I was on her radar.  Eventually we made eye contact, but she was the first to break it...then I got some ioi's from her.  She'd occasionally looked over at me and began playing with her hair.  That's when I knew it was on like donkey kong!  Then someone called her on her cell phone and she was talking loudly in Spanish...yeah she then became HB8 now, because she's foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually came up to her and did my patented "hi, do you have a pen I could borrow?" opener.  Opener was successful, I was in, I negged her on how she was being loud earlier on her cell phone, and I was trying to study etc.  I found out she's from Columbia and visiting until October.  She asked if I had a cigarette, she smokes she pokes they say!  Anyways I did a take away went back to my seat to do homework.  She went to look for a cigarette, then came back.  She sat down for awhile, then got her stuff together and walked towards my direction and then I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey thanks for the pen, you sure you don't want it back?&lt;br /&gt;HB: No, no ,no...you can keep it :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool, thanks...hey what's your phone number? you seem like an interesting person I'd like to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;HB: :)&lt;br /&gt;HB: Oh sure, but this isn't my phone it's my friend's since I'm just visiting.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about I get your e-mail instead? ( I didn't want to be rude and blow up someone elses phone.)&lt;br /&gt;Then I give the pen I borrowed from her to her, and she writes down her e-mail for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll email you sometime, and maybe we'll hang out.&lt;br /&gt;HB: Okay, sure&lt;br /&gt;HB: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance she'll flake and not get back to me, but that's because I was probably nervous and didn't get to build enough rapport or connection.  Looking back I should've went for the number, oh well...next time!  It was okay effort though.  It was fun.  At least I wasn't an excuser but behaved like one at certain points.  I'm tired of being an excuser, I won't let my mind block me, its time for victory from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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    <title>Heart</title>
    <published>2006-03-15T15:20:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-15T15:20:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night I did something really stupid, I was an ass unintentionally towards Mel...a girl I met awhile back.  It was completely dumb and screwed up, I won't let that happen again.   Just remember, if the BS is gone...give it some heart and the game flows a lot better...especially if she likes you.</content>
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    <title>My first free lapdance</title>
    <published>2006-02-20T22:04:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-20T22:04:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Time and time again, women will throw you a shit test.  Even if its a girl you just met or a girl you've known for awhile.  Women like to test you on any level, its as though its been ingrained in them biologically.  As long as you can keep this upper hand i.e. cocky funny, without being too obnoxious and arrogant, you're golden.  For example, a girl I met some weeks ago, who I'll call Tex, she reminds me of a girl that could be from texas...a tall voluptuous blond with a great body, she was about 7.5 overall.  Tex had a cute face, nice rack and a nice ass.  Here goes the conversation I had with Tex at party at a buddy of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex: Did you know my nipples are pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Mode:  No, I bet that was painful…ouch that's got to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Tex: Yeah it was…good thing I was drunk at the time…blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much brought her down to my level.  Then I went to sit down on the couch and then she came down and sat down next to me.  Then she said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex:  I've always wanted to be a get a job being a stripper…blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;Mode:  Yeah there's nothing wrong with being a stripper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made up a story how I met a stripper in vegas who was making her way through law school by being a stripper.  I gave Tex validation for being sexual and but played it off like it was no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex:  Do you want me to give you a lapdance?&lt;br /&gt;Mode:  Sure, do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And low and behold she started giving me a lapdance while some hip-hop was playing in the background, and it was pretty decent because I started to get a semi going.  And I remind you there's a bunch of other people sitting around and watching this while its happening.  Good thing my friend cut off the music just in time before I got a full fledged boner going.  Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, she sat down and we had a decent conversation and which she pretty much implied that she wanted me to be her boyfriend...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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    <title>Mode's adventure</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T08:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T23:56:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I've decided to call myself Mode, and I really like this name...it really defines me.  The word itself is used in different areas of such like music, philosophy, logic, statistics, mathematics, geology, physics, and grammer.  And I think that perfectly defines me, because all those areas are I have taken interest in and I'm always hungering to learn stuff.  As nerdy as it sounds but its true.  Also I still consider myself a keyboard jockey, but I don't care what others think because its something I truly enjoy...that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been put up to a test...and I was ready.  A girl I mentioned earlier...M, the one I met during my hardcore AFC days...I started talking to her again.  And hung out on friday.  But keep in mind...she has a boyfriend...but this is interesting.  This time things are different, I'm still myself but in a newer light.  I brought to the table a new side of me...Mode.  I went out to dinner with M, we had a great chat over dinner.  Mode was there, I flirted with her and had a great time with her.  It was effortless and went smooth...very natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after dinner, we drove to go downtown to have some drinks.  During the drive in the car...she showed a side of herself I've never seen...she likes to sing.  Which she was embarassed to do infront of people, but obviously she became comfortable enough to sing infront of me.  I conveniently picked a bar to go to with couches.  Because I could sit next to her..have a side by side conversation...and go kino.  This was the first time I truly went kino with her...and she liked it.  She was also aware that everyeone was sitting there watching us talk...because all the guys noticed her when we walked into the bar.  Then while we were sitting there talking M noticed a guy she recognized.  She said she knew him but wasn't sure if it was him or etc.  The like a true alpha I said, "Why don't you go ask?".  Then of course she was suprised that I said something like that.  But then she said she would be embarrassed if it wasn't somemone she knew.  Then if that happened I told her that she could say sorry and say some excuse that the person looked like someone she knew.  I told her just to go ask anyways...suprisingly she was like "really?...do you mind?"  And I was relaxed and chill and told her it was cool.  And then at that moment she gave me this look with a sparkle in it and smiled.  Then she went over to talk to that guy, and etc.  I noticed she was nervous while talking to this guy...but nevertheless I saw the guy enter her phone number...but I wasn't worried because I was the one to tell her to talk to the guy.  And the fellow looked like an AFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she came back to sit down, and then said yeah it was him and said something about how he recognized her but didn't say anything because he thought she was on a date with me...and she said that with a big smile on her face.  But the interesting part was she told him that I was really cool and laid back.  Yep...she was inadvertently complimenting me.  And she has never ever really complimented me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the bar, we went to meet up with her boyfriend and his friends to watch the USA vs. Japan soccer game at another bar...btw USA won 3-2, hehe.  Anyways at this bar it was time for me to do some mogging.  Which I did fairly well, I introduced myself to other people and talked and etc.  I just enjoyed myself and interacted with the people around me.  I spent sometime talking to M flirting with her and going kino...infront of her boyfriend.  He was watching the whole time, staring us down.  I could feel a hint of jealousy in his eyes...but he did a good job of being chill.  Her bf is definitely an AFC but he's chill for an AFC that's the only thing he has going for him.  Then M's friend showed up and I easily won her over.  Yup, if her friends like you...then you're in.  But after that I noticed while I was standing to watch the soccer game.  I noticed M would brush up her breasts against my back when she walked by or was standing beside me.  Yeah...it was most definitely IOI's...god I wanted her there and now.  But her boyfriend was there so I made use of the situation and just enjoyed myself and talked people and M's girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were about to leave the bar, I saw another girl that I mentioned earlier who I met when I was a hardcore AFC.  It was H, the girl I worked with.  So I decided to talk to her for a bit and say hi.  I flirted with H for bit infront of M and she saw all of this.  And of course H saw I was with M and this worked out great to show value.  It's funny the same two girls tried to game in my AFC days were in the same bar and saw each other.  I was enjoying it because this really helped how both girls saw me through their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I walked out of the bar with M and her friend.  Her friend instantly grabbed my arm and M's arm as we walked down the sidewalk.  Her friend was definitely comfortable with me.  Then as we walked passed a sandwhich shop a bunch of girls I knew sitting by the window started waving at me.  Then M was like "...such a ladies man...", yep another compliment by M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the next bar, M's friend was trying to get me to buy drinks...yeah fuck that.  Only AFC buys drinks for ladies he's not dating or doing.  Well while waiting in line to buy a drink, I saw a cute spanish girl and started talking to her.  Of course M saw me talk to this girl while waiting in line...more proof that I can handle the ladies.  I cruised around at the club, talked to random people I knew and danced with a girl I unsuccessfully tried to sarge a year ago...but now she wants me because of Mode.  However, I wasn't going to try because one of my friends dated her.  I don't date my friend's ex's, unless he gives me permission...even then I would be hesistant to try anyways.  It's one of those unwritten rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the club...I saw M talking to her boyfriend and her friend.  Damn, then I decided to towards the dancefloor to find some ladies.  Again I ran into that cute spanish girl, so I started a conversation with her...but I bombed though...because I negged her which I shouldn't have because she didn't have a bitch shield to begin with...and I was a tad drunk.  Afer that I went back to the table where M was with her bf and friend.  I talked to them, and ran into some random people I knew etc.  Again showing value and having fun.  Then just as the club was trying to kick people out, this pretty voluptious brunnette that had one of those recognizable faces came up to me and started talking shit playfully.  She came up real close to me, I put my hands on her waist and started talking to her.  She thought I was some other asian guy named David, which I knew...another AFC.  Then I told her I wasn't David and then negged her by saying "So are you saying we, all asians look alike?"...and then playfully she slapped me in the face...definitely an IOI.  Then she said she had to go find her friends, and I was like what's your phone number?...instantly she rattled it off.  Again...M was close by seeing this transpire.  I was on fire that night.  I got a phone number without hardly trying and pure luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we were walking to M's car and of course her bf came with us...booo.  I rode with M, hoping she would come back to my place...heh.  If her bf wasn't there I definitely would have been golden...but his ass was there...oh well.  During the drive home, M was giving me IOI's and asking me questions.  Like asked me if I had fun, and my response was "Yeah, I always try to have a good time."  We talked most of the way home, while her bf was being stupid and annoying...hahaha.  Anyways, M dropped me off and I shook hands with her bf and then M gave me a hug, then told I her I'd give her a call, M being kind of tipsy but definitely digging me saying "Yeah, I'll definitely call you tomorrow and etc etc...blah blah".  She was pretty much gushing over me infront of the boyfriend...hahahaha.  It was awesome.  Even though I didn't get to "get together" with M that night.  I showed her and her friend a good time which her bf can't do.  And I also showed value, and even got a phone number without even really trying.  It was honestly fun...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mode</content>
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