“God damn. I said god damn, god damn.” – Mia Wallace, Pulp Fiction
I know I haven’t posted in a bit, but I’ve been super busy. I just moved in with a friend who is also a single guy, and has strong natural game, even though he has tendencies to be a chode – like most naturals.
Through it all, I’ve kept running game, getting numbers, etc., but it’s really hard to be able to focus on anything too much because of the stress of getting things accomplished. My game may be tight, but I’m definitely prone to getting lost in having to accomplish tasks that I’m in the middle of doing.
Also, I’m trying to infuse more and more Brent Smith game into my whole approach, and the shift blows out a lot of other situations I’ve already started.
Here’s what I mean.
I’ve been talking to this one chick from OKCupid for awhile, lets call her Records. Records is one of those cynical intellectuals that I naturally attract, yet always have the worst problems with. These cynical little bitches are products of their Low Self Esteem. Women with good self esteem don’t need to cause drama, like be bitches, to make themselves feel better. They just feel good about themselves, and are content to help others feel good, which is why interactions with them are just pleasant.
Actually, to side track for a second, this is yet another Pickup issue versus Natural issue. One of the first things that you read in Mystery’s Venusian Arts Handbook is something along the lines, “you too can get any woman you see.” Or something dorky along those lines.
Geez Mystery is such a chode.
Anyway, the thing is why would you want to bang any girl you see? In my experience, 75% of women kind of suck. But this is the flaw of Pickup, it’s all about chase, chase, chase, and while you may be trying to “get over your problems with women” you find yourself obsessing over them and making them the focus of your entire world.
This is why Brent game is so effective. Why even make it your problem? There are seriously so many god damn women out there, why waste your time with the ones that are horrible?
Back to Records. Records and I talk back and forth some, but she’s always very challenging and never that receptive. I suggest hanging out, she replies with, “maybe.” We talk on the phone, and I tell her I need to go, and she whines that we’re just getting started, and that I shouldn’t get off the phone – of course giving a bunch of shit tests the whole time.
Actually, pay close attention, because it could easily be misconstrued that her not wanting to get off the phone would be a good thing, but it really is her way of saying, “I don’t respect your time, and I don’t respect you.”
And as Brent says, it’s about maintaining your power, and do you really want to have anything to do with a girl who is so willing to disrespect you? Hell no.
Then, last night night, my roommate and I went to a local bar to watch the Miami Heat game. This bar is small, intimate, and hidden away. It’s also packed to the gills with insanely hot college girls. One girl, I seriously wish I could have taken a picture of, because her body was unreal. Miami is paradise, period.
We’re watching the game, and eventually sit down next to these two girls. My roommate is a really loud and forward guy, so after awhile he starts talking to the girls.
It’s pretty good, and I figure I have to wing the fat girl that the good looking chick is with, but for whatever reason, the main chick just can’t keep her eyes off me. We talk more, and it’s obvious this girl is into me. It only gets worse when she finds out I’m a writer.
Normally, I’d chase and ask her for her number, but I say no! WWBSD (What Would Brent Smith Do). So I hand her my card, and say, “call me later.”
This whole process gave me some serious epiphanies.
First, giving your contact to a girl handles a whole bunch of bullshit you might otherwise be dealing with.
Think about it in the reverse, you playing the chaser. So, you get the girls number, you call her, and she’s kind of distant, lacking the momentum from the night before. You txt her periodically, hoping to catch her in a good and talkative mood. This goes on and on for awhile until she finally stops responding to your txts all together.
What a waste of time.
Or you can just give her your card and forget it. If she’s interested, she’ll get in contact. The previous paragraph, nonexistant.
The other epiphany I had has a little to do with self-confidence, but also it has to do with limiting belief systems. Like I said, my roommate has a pretty big personality, he’s loud, crazy, has to be the center of attention. I know for the small group of you that have been reading this blog for awhile now think that sounds like what my game is sort of like, but ever since I started taking Lithium (that’s a whole other story) I’ve been a lot more relaxed and calm.
I watch my roommate in action and I guess I feel a sense of envy, but it’s really more that I feel a sense that “women are more attracted to that.” Ironically, when I was more flamboyant, it seemed like the more laid back personality was more attractive — low self esteem on my part.
Anyway, last night this girl was kind of annoyed by my roommate, and more attracted to my vibe. And it hit me like a ton of bricks, women are just as attracted to what I’m not as to what I am. It just all depends.
This is why Brent always says, “you might get to know this girl.” It’s out of your hands. You just have to be relaxed, and yourself. If I gather it properly, Brent doesn’t advocate much of anything that has to deal with “you” but rather is very, very effective practical advice.
So giving out your number as opposed to getting numbers, isn’t more or less attractive to women, it’s just a practical solution to dealing with the whole number bullshit.
Telling a woman to come over for champaign isn’t more or less attractive, it’s just really an effective way of doing the whole “dating” bullshit.
It’s all just techniques to blow through nonsense. Everything else is you just being your best self, and being confident. It either is there or it isn’t there. (Even though I will always argue that some men have serious sexual dysfunctions, which leads them to pickup in the first place).
Really, the key is to just keep at it. Don’t focus on any one woman, don’t focus on any one phone number, don’t focus on any one phone conversation, etc., etc. Just keep churning it up, and let the chips fall where they may.
Filed under: Field Report (Wing), Lex's Journal Tagged: | Brent Smith, dating, giving out phone numbers, Mystery, natural game, okcupid, pick up, shit-tests, venusian arts

I agree with the the theme of your post. One suggestion, however, is to be a little more creative in how you give out your number. Just saying “Call me” puts a little too much social pressure on the girl. To call would require her to be strong enough to ignore social constructs. It’s possible, but less likely.
A better alternative is to give some excuse for reaching out to you. When she expressed some interest in your writing you could say “Yeah shoot me a text if you ever want to see some of my work” or something similar. If she does, well, it’s not because she is dying to see your gardening blog or whatever, lol.
Actually, IMO, getting good at giving out your contact info is probably the most important “skill” in Brent’s method. It needs to be natural and smooth — not forced.
If I’m at a bar and headed somewhere else I’ll say “Hey we’re headed to xyz bar…if you want to know if it’s cool, shoot me a text.” And like you said, either she will, or won’t — but it’s out of your hands.
If you think about it, what Brent is suggesting is to ‘become the hot girl.’ Hot girls never ask guys for their number, so we should never ask girls for theirs. The difference is we need to be a little more creative in giving out our number because of the social programming girls receive about calling guys.
Actually, asking yourself “What would a hot girl do?” is a good way to govern all of your actions around women.
From there it’s about giving out your number enough and momentum…
Yes, that totally makes sense. I think I was sort of naturally doing that already, for example the girl at the bar was interested in my writing, so we made plans sort of through that.
But there have been other times where I’ve handed my card over without any reason, and inevitably goes nowhere.
Thanks for the tips.
[...] And three messages later she sends me her phone number. I still don’t know who she is, but the second we start talking she reminds me that she’s Records. [...]