Solo and The Natural

Intro

I've known J-set aka AJay (the A is for Amog, ha!) shortly before I started gaming. If my initial improvement was impressive, his was phenomenal. However J-set didn't really  lack in game per se. J-set was always naturally good with women. He is just a fun loving asshole, and as alpha as they come (served in Iraq, etc) always looking to clown and just have a good time. When I first started going out heavy with J, he had just got done with a long divorce. He had been out the game for a good 3-4 years or so. I remember him being amazed when I would approach chicks, pretty soon, he started approaching as well. Next thing you know he blows me out of the water, In a month and half he slayed 10 chicks (I think my record is 5). J got out of the game earlier this year when he got into a relationship. However J is single again, J and I hit the field three days in a row, saturday is usually target rich with young hot chicks. We were pre-gaming at his house, he was smoking a bit of the greenery. I was watching Maria Sharpanova play against this thick chick, Maria's got some nice legs.


"You're an approacher, why aren't you approaching?"

We hit this bar that every one goes to J, is just drinking, I'm sober cab, nothing there so we bounce around a couple bars. We end up at this lounge, were I was suppose to meet some chicks I knew. They both canceled(it was a last minute deal). "Where the chicks at?" asked J "They coming" I lied, of course J knew they weren't coming cause I told him earlier they weren't coming. I see some chick with white pants and no panties, with some dudes and other chicks. I don't approach. "Dude you're an approacher, why aren't you approaching? this is so unlike you man". J is right, I'm not feeling it tonight, for me to approach I have to be in "that mood" and tonight I wasn't. We walk out the street and J sees a chick in a blue dress. I'm already like 50 feet ahead. I stop and watch, I can tell the girl is caught of guard. I mean J is a six-two white guy, hitting on a black chick (hot btw) doesn't happen much around this part of town, however that's why I love J. This guy loves women period, I've seen him pull Latina, Asian, white, black, etc. He just loves women and color doesn't matter to him at all.

He number closes her, then we keep walking, a block later this other hot black chick looks at him and says "your sexy" sure enough J stops, chop's her up and gets the number

^^Here is the footage of both approaches, sorry the quality sucks, shit came up on the fly

GIB (Girls in Black)

So we keep walking about to finish up at this bar, but the streets were target rich. Two girls in black, are walking drunk, their both hot. J talks to the blond, I talk to the dark brunette a bit. Their both so drunk their sitting down at the street curb. J sits down next to them, their trying to get a cab but their drunk beyond believe. I started talking to my chick she looked just like a real life version of Esmeralda from the hunchback of Notre dame

She didn't have a goat though

I shit you not, same eyes(beautiful), long hair, tight body and all that. I tried to do the Willie Wonka spiel about being hungry, the chick was down to insta-date but her friend was trying to cockblock, and actually failing cause of how drunk she was. I did a cold read on Esmeralda reading her palms, before I continue, I've been doing this shit for the longest, so please don't get it twisted thinking I got it from some "PU" book. I told Esmeralda that her line of work doesn't really excite her and that she should be doing something she is passionate about, I also told her that she loves deeply when she is in love. "Oh my gosh how did you know that, your so right...." So I'm chatting with her teasing her here and there about the gym she goes too. Crap like that but honestly I'm not feeling it cause she is just drunk (FUCK). Then on top of that I saw a 6 pack on her phone, probably one of her boy toys and then looked at my beer belly (ouch, insecure much Solo?) We talk a bit more, we exchange numbers J gets his girl and we leave. We musta been talking to them for a good ten minutes, but I'm not holding my breath because of how drunk they were. Honestly J and I were discussing this in the car on our way to Perkins, on how we could have bounced them, but I guess J wasn't picking on that wavelength. At the end of the night he went back to blaze up some more. I went to sleep crashing on his couch

In conclusion

It doesn't matter that I've been out over a 150 times in the past two years, or that I have over a 1000 approaches under my belt or nearly number closed a 100 girls. If I'm not having fun it doesn't mean shit, I got to much shit going on in my life. To a point now were if i go out to the field I'm thinking about it. My financial situation is scary right now. However I'm not depressed, I believe God will see me through, but I gotta get my shit together, I just have too, and pray that i can get a job

*sigh*