Leaving is bittersweet and I have a lot of thoughts about the city and Argentina in general, but I’ll save those for a post tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m grateful that I got to live with a good friend of mine, and hang out with some really awesome people — Argentinian, British, American, Israeli, etc. In particular, there were a handful of high-roller American dudes who have been down here visiting at various times that were a blast to party with. These guys were all a fucking riot and in combination with the absolutely degenerate and non-stop night-life down here, a lot of hilarious quotes and situations occurred. So, in homage to this fucking insane city, I present some of the highlights below.

Buenos Aires, I bid you adieu… much love, but fuck you, I’m going to Cordoba next time.

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Entropy: “I thought she was kinda cute with her little accent… well, except for that whole desperate whore thing…”

Entropy: “Out of all of us, why do all the trannies come and talk to me?”
Charlie: “Because you’re the only one taller than them…”

Argentinian Girl: “Do you want to go to an after party?”
Entropy: “You realize most people are going to work right now, right?”
Argentinian Girl: “It starts at 9AM.”

Jon (to me): “Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to have a spiritual experience with a girl, and she asks you for cocaine?”

Cruise (on the phone talking to someone): “Yeah, Anthony couldn’t make it out tonight… He was puking at like 8PM… No, no, he was just still drinking from the night before…”

Taxi Driver: “You guys want some cocaine?”
Us: “No, thanks.”
Taxi Driver: *Shrugs* “More for me…” *Pulls out his stash and does a line while speeding down the highway with his knees*
Jason: “We’re going to die tonight, aren’t we?”
Entropy: “Welcome to Argentina, buddy.”

*Walking, holding hands with an Argentinean girl on the street, little kid comes up to me and begs for change*
Entropy: “No, kid. Sorry…”
Kid: “Please, sir.”
Entropy: “Sorry, I have no money.”
Kid: “If you can pay for her, then you can pay for me…”
Girl: *Hits kid with her bag* “FUCK OFF!”

*Club bouncer screws us over, and ends up asking for over double the cover from us because we’re gringos. We get upset and decide to leave.*
Jason: “Doesn’t he realize we are ‘Fuck You’ rich?”
Entropy: “What’s ‘Fuck You’ rich?”
Jason: “When you have enough money to get anyone fired… where’s the club owner? Fuck this guy. I’ve got an AMEX.”
(Note: We did not, in fact, get the bouncer fired. And Jason was not, in fact, ‘Fuck You’ rich… just very drunk.)

Toryn: “Gentlemen, under principle, I refuse to take part in a porn site that I would not jerk off to myself.”

Weird American Girl: “You have no books in your room!”
Entropy: “Yeah, I just moved in last week.”
Weird American Girl: “Oh my God, I don’t think I can sleep with a guy with an empty bookshelf.”

Jason (asking Toryn to translate): “Tell her that my penis, while not big, is quite rich.”

*An old prostitute, probably in her 40’s, approaches Barrett and I*
Prostitute (in Spanish): “I want you two.”
Entropy (in Spanish): “No thanks.”
Prostitute: “At same time” *points at us*
Entropy (in Spanish): “No thanks.”
Barrett: “Wait, at least ask her how much…”
Entropy (in Spanish): “How much?”
Prostitute (in Spanish): “200 pesos.” (Equivalent to about $50US)
Entropy: “She says 200 pesos. That’s like $25US each. I don’t know, man. She’s pretty busted.”
Barrett: “Yeah, but you can buy a pizza for more than that…”
Entropy: “I think I respect the pizza more than I respect her.”
Barrett: “True… Tell her we’ll get back to her…”
(Note: Despite getting quite a bit more drunk, we did not double team a gross hooker for the price of two large pepperoni pizzas.)

It’s the opposite of American chicks… who will decide to make out with you after 2 minutes, flirt, talk a ton of shit, and then you go to bring her home and she’s like… “oh, well my friends are going to this club, and I don’t know…”

So last night, we threw a house party, and a few American girls show up. This one mediocre girl shows up. Proceeds to get shit-house drunk on my booze, and then starts mouth-raping me. So I’m figuring, whatever, she’s there… my beds there… Let’s get this over with and if I’m quick I can still hit the club (it was only like 2AM at this point; early for Argentina).

So I shove her into my room, onto my bed, start fingering her, everything off but her panties… and… and… she starts head-turning me. Pushing me off her. “What are you doing?”

It was so prototypical American, I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know if you read Roosh’s blog, but he’s been living in South America for like a year and he says how he can’t deal with American girls anymore, because the whole cock-tease, LMR, we-want-attention thing just 100% turns him off now.

Well, I’m starting to see what he’s talking about. I’m immediately turned off. Lose hard-on. (Remember, this girl is like a 7, and that was probably my beer-goggles being generous). So she says, “What are you doing?” I say, “going to a club, apparently,” and get up and start getting dressed. So she starts flipping the fuck out at me, and then BLAMING ME for not being aggressive enough with her — explaining to me that I’m “supposed” to keep trying even though she’s telling me to stop and that once I try enough, that’s when she’ll do it, even though she wanted to the whole time anyway… This was like a full 5-minute convoluted explanation — in her underwear on my bed, mind you. Sex drive is plummeting. I told her only way sex was happening after that was if she let me turn porn on and happened to fall on my dick. She didn’t appreciate that comment very much. But still awkwardly slept naked in my bed for the rest of the night…

Fucking Americans….

An old acquaintance from high school got in touch with me. She is doing a Ph.D program there at a very prestigious program, was new in town there and saw I was in town on Facebook and asked if I wanted to get together for a drink or something. I had been working my ass off for like three days straight, so I said sure, why not?

This girl was never attractive in high school (you can probably already see where this is going). She was the awkward lanky girl with braces and acne. I was best friends with her older brother and we’d routinely make fun of her. By the end of high school, her family and mine had become friends. So I’d categorize her as a “family friend” even though she and I were never actually that close.

Well jump ahead to earlier this week: she shows up and she’s hot (predictable, I know). She’s still nerdy and brilliant (my weak spot). And we hit it off insanely well… like not just a superficial “oh, we had fun together,” but some serious deep rapport, not-so-subtle flirting and suddenly one drink turned into seven. Next thing we know, it’s 3:00AM on a Monday night. She just spent 30 minutes telling me how she’s been too busy to date anyone since starting her grad program and invites me to crash at her place “if you need to.” (By the way, for the thick-headed or newbies, this is how girls tell you they want to sleep with you.)

So far, this is probably reading like a really boring LR. But wait… there’s a catch…

I readily admit that, for better or worse, two years ago I go home with her and stick it in and don’t think twice about it. But maybe I’ve finally had enough of these “deep comfort” lays come back to bite me in the ass, maybe I’m just a pussy these days… either way, on top of my other PUA spidey senses, one I’ve acquired is knowing when I’m about to ruin a girl’s world.

OK, not ruin her world, but I can tell when one is going to get seriously emotionally attached and doesn’t have the experience to handle it. This was one such case.

Now… still, probably three out of four times, I still go home and stick it in her (but at least I think twice about it now). My position in these situations is usually, “She knows I travel and sleep around a lot, she should know what she’s getting into.” It’s because of rationalizations like this that I end up having to call my cell phone provider to block girls’ phone numbers. But I digress…

But the second catch… her older brother is one of my oldest and closest friends. Her parents are friends with my parents. Now ruining her world is suddenly ruining a lot of people’s worlds.

(The other interesting caveat about the whole “family friend” thing is that I swear it sets up more of a relationship expectation from the start. This factor is almost a double-whammy of bad idea.)

So in a rare moment of clarity… I passed up on it. It felt weird and I questioned myself all the way home, but I woke up knowing it was the right move. If you’ve read my blog for a few years now, you’ll recognize this is a wholly new concept in my arsenal: recognizing not only when sex is a bad idea, but correctly acting on it… while drunk, mind you. If this was the military, I’d deserve a goddamn gold star.

Or as Rob Judge described it, “Just because you know karate doesn’t mean you have to beat the shit out of everybody.”

I think this is what normal people call “maturity.”

I do plan on keeping in touch with her. She’s totally long-term relationship material… in fact, she’s like maxed out in everything I look for in a girlfriend, so much I think it was a little scary. The last thing I want/need right now is another serious relationship. Maybe that’s why it was easier to walk away.

The other side of the situation that occurred to me is that this scenario is basically a chode or AFC’s absolute dream scenario.

Think about it: girl from your past suddenly reappears in your life and is attractive in all of the ways you look for in a serious relationship. Five years have passed, but you still have a rapport and comfort with one another removing any reason for “game.” The chemistry is through the roof with almost no effort. And on top of that, you already have the familial connections making the relationship practically pre-ordained.

I think eight years ago, I would have fantasized about this situation. I think most guys would think of this as “the perfect” scenario.

But me? It was the only situation I’ve been able to bring myself to pass up in ages. Not to mention it freaked me out a little bit…

PUA’s definitely are a different breed.

First off, I know in the States a lot of people in college or just coming out of college talk a lot about “backpacking Europe” or some other similar plan — whether it be working for a non-profit or teaching English somewhere — basically living in other countries for unspecified amount of times with no ties back home. To those of you reading in that category who have ever considered doing something like this, DO IT. Seriously, do it. I’ve never done it — and this Europe trip is the closest thing I’ve done to it — but after meeting dozens of these people, I can say without a doubt you should do it. The people you meet and experiences you have are more than worth it.

With that said, when I’m in these hostels, I’m ironically usually hanging out with native-English speakers — Aussies, Brits, Irish, Scots, etc.

Also, gaming girls in hostels is really fucking easy. It’s like a bastardized version of College Game. Hostels are basically like college dorms and it’s insanely easy to meet everyone. Everyone’s constantly introducing themselves to each other. You meet a handful of people, then meet the people they, and then meet the people THEY know, and suddenly you’ve met 3-4 cute girls who are comfortable around you, are on vacation and looking for fun, and are living in the same building as you.

A note about the language barrier: I came to Europe pretty confident in dealing with the language barrier, as I’ve dealt with it in Latin America plenty of times. I spoke broken Spanish there, and most girls speak broken English here. Well, I’ve realized that what languages you speak are 100x more important than languages she speaks. After suffering through probably 10 sets where the girl painfully tries to spit something out in English and then gets frustrated that I don’t understand her and goes and does something else, I’ve decided that anything, and I mean ANYTHING, you know in a girl’s native language helps you ten times more than whatever she knows in yours. It makes sense, if she’s struggling and putting in the effort, then her state is dropping, whereas if you’re struggling and putting in the effort, she’s going to find it cute and endearing.

Anyway, off to Prague tomorrow.

“This article left my world shaking. Always thought PUAs wouldn’t suffer from oneitis any longer. Kinda strange reading this…”

Now, not to be hard on the poster, this is a common misconception within the community, and it personally drives me absolutely crazy. And that’s the confusion surrounding the idea of “one-itis,” and mistaking it for the same thing as feeling emotion for women.

First, let me define one-itis the best way I understand it. Then we can move forward from there. One-itis, is when a guy is afflicted with the belief that, “Woman X is the ONLY woman I can ever be happy with,” or “Woman X is the ONLY woman I’m meant to be with and we’re destined to be together one day,” or other beliefs in a similar vein.

These notions are pretty common amongst virgins with crushes on cute nerdy female friends, high school boys, and other emotionally stunted men.

One-itis beliefs OFTEN come up in the case of an ex-girlfriend or ex-wife who recently dumped or divorced us. Other times, it’s just some girl we’ve pined for forever and have been shot down from repeatedly.

The community teaches us that one-itis is awful, often because the men who hold these beliefs are the most pathetic and are the one’s who find the community. And it’s true, one-itis, if held in an unhealthy situation, is awful. It’s like an emotional prison.

We’re told to “go fuck 10 more women,” to cure it, and rightly so. But sex with other women is meant as a way to show men that they can feel emotions for OTHER women as well — not just their oneitis. But it seems a lot of guys misinterpret this as, “Become impervious to emotional pain by having nothing but casual sex.” So what you get is a bunch of aspiring PUA’s — who, more often than not, are already emotionally stunted — suppressing their emotions and engaging in lifeless and superficial pick ups with lifeless and superficial girls.

I would actually argue that one-itis isn’t necessarily a bad thing 100% of the time. In fact, the conventional marriage centers around two people maintaining one-itis for one another for their entire lives… and despite divorce rates, statistics on cheating and such, there still ARE many people out there who are very happily married.

What drives me crazy about one-itis in the community is that it gets misinterpreted for any or all attachment to women. I’ve seen dozens of guys at this point, who nearly crap themselves in fear any time they start to get attached to one of the women in their string of ONS’s or FB’s. This is absolutely insane to me. Feeling that emotional connection with a woman you picked up is not only rare… but it’s one of the most pleasant experiences in the world. Why would you ever run away from that? Again, guys mistake their emotions for neediness, mistake attachment for commitment and obligation, and instead of just enjoying the moment with their new girl, they become manipulative or just ditch her.

It took me a while to understand this, but there’s nothing wrong with emotional attachment. In fact, emotional attachment makes things far better and everything more enjoyable for everyone involved.

It’s impossible to have any sort of meaningful interaction or relationship without some form of attachment. And this is the unsung curse of PUA. As much as you enjoy the company of dozens of beautiful women, you’re doomed to miss them, reminisce about them and wonder about them for the rest of your life. Even girls I was with for one night, I sometimes stop and wonder about them, or smile about a nice memory we shared.

Defeating one-itis isn’t a matter of stifling one’s emotions — which is what a lot of guys end up doing. It’s adopting an abundance mentality: the belief that no matter how amazing this woman is and how happy I am NOW, there’s always more opportunity out there. Always…

And therefore, even if I’m emotionally attached, I’m never trapped, “destined” or obligated with any particular girl.

I mean, think about it for a second, do you think professional PUA’s don’t feel emotional attachment? Mystery almost killed himself over his girlfriend in “The Game” — not once, but TWICE. If anything, becoming great at connecting with women only causes you to feel the pain of letting them go more often. It hurts every time. And although it never gets easier… you do get more used to it.

We didn’t know anyone there and hadn’t met anyone before. We met the organizers through a “friend of a friend of a friend” type thing, and had never met them in person.

We were excited and a bit nervous. We’ve obviously had threesomes before, but we had never taken part in full-fledged “swinging” before with other couples or having sex with up to 3-4 other people at a time before. The hosts were very reassuring over the phone. They said there would be 20-25 couples, a smattering of single ladies, average age in late 20’s, all in decent to good shape and sexy, no pressure to do anything, and refreshments and snacks provided.

We prepared ourselves emotionally, mentally and finally, physically. We got dressed and looked our best. Took a long drive out there, got horribly lost, completely stressed out, and finally found the hotel. Called for the room number, walked up and nervously knocked on the door.

The door opens… and was this going to be it? The doorstep to the most exhilarating night of our lives? An emotional roller-coaster full of mind-boggling pleasures? Was this our sexual utopia? An Elysium Fields of sweet, sweet pussy and hot sex sweat?

Not quite.

Everyone is fat… and hideously ugly… and old and creepy… and socially awkward and weird…. It was awful. We were shown the “playroom” where I saw two women — the size of small dinosaurs — getting double-teamed by fat black men… while 60-year-old men stood by and jerked off watching.

I’m sorry, I’m not usually this evil and vain. I don’t usually blast fat people or be blatantly judgmental like this, but I feel justified considering they clearly and REPEATEDLY mislead us. There weren’t even more than five couples there. It was literally like a bunch of old guys gangbanging four fat girls. It was horrible.

And I mean, they weren’t just fat people. They were the bottom of the social totem pole, the scraped algae at the floor of the gene pool. It was like a “Save the Whales” convention where only the whales were invited. In the 90 seconds we were there, they ate a part of my soul… and probably for no other reason than that they were still hungry after dinner.

After coming home and doing some searching around the internet, I found out the swinger scene is notorious for shit like this. You know how when you do online game and you meet that chick and she’s 10-15 pounds heavier than in her picture? Well, it’s like that times 10 apparently. Scams everywhere, constantly misleading. Sure, they demanding proof and pictures from us. But in the future we now know to demand proof and pictures from THEM.

It’s a moot point soon since my girlfriend is moving to Africa next week, but for future reference, I will not attend one of these parties unless someone I personally know (preferably a hot female) can personally vouch for the group. I have talked to guys who have been to these things and met attractive people and had a great time, so I know they do exist out there. But holy God, this one was not it.

But it’s like Mystery said once: two things can happen, either the night goes great, or you have a funny story for the rest of your life.

Well, hopefully you thought this one was pretty funny.

I’ve had two scenarios that rival this one:

- One time a girl broke into my apartment by ripping off the screen to my window and crawling through. She then waited for me for hours to come home because I hadn’t returned her calls in two days. I had only been seeing her for about a month. Somehow, I ended up seeing her for another year. She was bonafide nuts, but all in all, her nutso behavior was usually good towards me after that. She was great in the sack, spoiled me rotten and let me sleep with other women. Shrug.

- Another time I was supposed to go ice-skating with another girl on a Sunday. She called me at 8AM excited and ready to go. She said she wanted to leave then so we could spend the whole day together. I had been up until 3AM partying the night before, and told her I felt like shit and that I’d call her when I woke up, hung up and went back to sleep without thinking much of it. When I woke up at about noon, I had three voicemails and two MySpace messages from her alternating between violently screaming at me for standing her up, and apologizing and telling me she loved me. I never called her again. She sent another half dozen MySpace messages over the next three days, again, alternating between angry hysterics and heartfelt apologies. The ice-skating date was supposed to be our third date. Looking back, I think she was probably bipolar.

Every guy has a “girl with the crazies” story. What are some of your worst ones?

On Saturday night, the guys I was working with and I ran into Kosmo, winner of Season 1 of VH1 Pickup Artist. It was an amusing situation that involved us blowing him out, fat chicks, some empty threats and a lot of awkwardness. But after a bit, I actually insisted that we leave him alone because despite everything he seemed like a really nice guy — just really off. I mean, he was wearing his red medallion from the show in the club, how could we NOT fuck with him?

But while I’m here, I want to rant a bit about how shitty some nightclubs are getting. A lot of these “high end” night clubs (or what they’re starting to call “Ultra Lounges” — gag) are turning into money pits.

We were at a place called M2 (or the artist formerly known as Mansion) in west Manhattan. Now, I was at this place a year or two ago and it was kinda lame then. Well, it’s taken it to a whole new level… a new level that’s becoming way too common.

Basically these clubs are beginning to operate by cashing in on people’s insecurity. Every detail of the club is meticulously DESIGNED to make you not feel cool enough. And the only way to feel cool? If you’re a guy, spend a shit ton of money. If you’re a girl, hook up with a guy spending a shit ton of money.

Let me set the scene from M2 the other night:

- You had about two lines outside… one long and for people who are on a promoter’s list or “know someone,” and then another REALLY long for all the layperson who are basically just fucked. Just the fact that there’s a line a block long that gets to watch random people cut them all night gets the insecurity started.

- Then you get inside, if you happen to know a promoter, you only pay $20 instead of $50. You get in, and you’re now pushed into two rooms that may as well be sardine cans because you literally cannot move. Why? Because 75% of the floor space is taken up by the VIP tables in the middle of the room. And not only that, but the VIP tables have gogo dancers and sparklers every time they buy a bottle, so it’s impossible for everyone to NOT notice that they have a bottle and a table.

So you end up with hundreds of people, who can’t move, can’t dance, who everywhere they look they’re forced to look at people who CAN move around and are drinking happily with fireworks and gogo dancers. You can’t talk because the music’s so loud. So what do they do? The majority of them just stand there. Why? Because they all just paid $50 and waited for two hours so they don’t want to leave. Hundreds of people just stand there and watch nothing in particular all night.

- And then you get INTO the VIP section and you’d think it would change right? No, not really. We had a hook-up with a table. And in the VIP section what did I see? A bunch of guys sitting around doing nothing, looking bored. Why? Because they had dropped the $500 or $1,000 or whatever to get a table, all 6-8 of them split it, but now they’re sitting there in the VIP section and every other table is full of 6-8 dudes who split a table. There aren’t any girls anywhere, and the few that there are, most of these guys won’t ever approach. It’s too loud to talk to their friends, so they just sit there and get wasted.

Sarging-wise, these places are so-so. You can pull from them pretty quickly, but it’s almost all non-verbal game and a lot of blow-outs. The caliber of women is often deceiving as the 10 hottest girls there are paid by the promoters to show up and stand around (promoters refer to them as the “A-Team”), and most of the other girls are either trashy or nothing special, or even worse… trashy AND nothing special.

The bottom line is, these places attract people with some sort of obsession with “being seen” or “being cool.” And as a result, you get a lot of shallow, vain people — who are sometimes hot, sometimes not — who are willing to go through this same charade, week after week, in some desperate attempt to feel “almost famous” for a fleeting moment.

I can’t help but feel that it’s pathetic. And the fact that these clubs have become so good at preying on people’s insecurity and poor self-image’s usually disgusts me. On top of that, you can find girls of just as high quality at cooler places, you just have to look harder.

I love good nightclubs, but I’ve had enough of these places. Luckily, you really only run into them in NYC, Miami, Hollywood, and Vegas. Other large cities like Chicago and Boston have them to lesser extents. But unfortunately, they seem to be on the rise because they bring in MASSIVE amounts of cash.

It’s pretty well known that if you go out with a friend who’s really good looking or really good with women, you’ll automatically become more attractive as well. I experienced this for months with a natural friend of mine. It’s something I call “Attraction by Osmosis” and explain it here.

Well last night, I got opened twice and caught maybe 3-4 girls eye fucking me like hungry dogs staring at a steak. The thing is, EVERY guy in the venue was your typical metal head: fat, hairy, smelly, wearing shitty band t-shirts that were four sizes too big. By comparison I suddenly became the Brad Pitt of the venue.

I always had a theory in college. Do you know why really ugly girls will sometimes be best friends with really hot girls? To feel better about themselves. You know why hot girls become best friends with ugly girls? Same reason. Apparently it works for guys too.

But didn’t really matter, I spent most of the night getting my ass handed to me in the pit. Was worth it.

Well congratulations, if you’re going for same night lays, that’s about 50% of the battle.

(If you don’t care about same night lays, that’s aout 80% of it, the rest is follow-up/phone game.)

Logistics is the other half. And if you aren’t prepared for it, logistics will FUCK YOU UP!

Check for good logistics EARLY: There are a handful of questions that you need to take care of pretty early in the set. Find out how your girl knows whoever she’s with. Find out their relationships (if she’s got family members with her, chances go way down). Find out where she lives and how she got there. Mentally note this and compare it to where you live and how you got there relative to the venue. It IS possible to get a girl to drive you to her place (or yours), but it’s not as likely. Basically, the ideal situation is for her to be out with a mixed group of people, not all of which she’s friends with and she lives close to you and/or the venue (or you live close to her and/or the venue). The worst-case-scenario is it’s her sister’s bachelorette party, her mom and two sisters are there, she lives in another city and engaged. You get the idea.

These questions (i.e., “How do you know your friends?” “Where do you live?” etc.) should be thrown out early but sporadically. It’s pretty easy to work them into your comfort game. Just ask, get a quick answer and keep moving on. You should have a pretty clear idea of the girl’s logistical situation within 10 minutes of talking to her. If you’ve got her isolated and have even made out with her, then you have NO excuse to find out everything you need to know about her logistical situation.

You MUST win over the friends: This is actually usually easier than it sounds. But it’s true. All it takes is one bitchy friend to ruin your entire night’s party plans (you know, the party in your pants). When I say, “win them over,” you don’t necessarily have to be the coolest guy on the planet when you talk to them (although that never hurts). They basically have to just get a good impression of you — like you enough to give the implicit “OK.” Typically, this is more of a matter of not fucking yourself up rather than actually winning anyone over. Guys are the easiest as well. All you have to do is be respectful to them, shake their hand, acknowledge them and they’re happy. If the guy is an orbiter, then she probably doesn’t respect his opinion anyway, so whatever.

If in the off-chance you do get a friend who’s being really bitchy, then you may need to engage her one on one and win her over. Just run straight up comfort game on them. Let them know that you’re a really nice guy and find out some about them. Tell them that you like their friend and tell them why. Be genuine and you’ll usually be set.

Plan an escape route: OK, so your girl is all over your shit. Her friends are cool with you. And her logistics are decent. It’s time to come up with an escape plan. Unfortunately, there’s no definite formula for this — it always changes based on the situation. Ideally, bringing her to your place if you have a car is ideal. But sometimes, she lives far away, or you live far away or she has a car too or you don’t have a car, etc. My only advice here is to do what is most practical — take the path with least resistance.

Having an excuse to bring her over helps sometimes as well, although I think guys overplay its usefulness. It’s really useful her friends are coming to and your wingmen is as well, the so-called “afterparty” excuse if you will. But typically, for one on one, she knows what’s up, so just saying something generic like, “I need to show you my fish,” or whatever the hell you have back home is excuse enough.

Number closing: If for whatever reason she has really bad logistics, her friend is cockblocking you or she has to go home or something, just go for the number close. The sooner you can figure this out, the better because you can move on to more sets. Another strategy that’s good to use is to build up 3-4 sets of girls, get them all interested, then try and pull the one with best logistics and take the numbers of the other ones.

Expect the unexpected: As I wrote in my post about logistics a few months ago, the number one rule of logistics is that they’re RANDOM. Shit happens. CRAZY shit happens actually, and 90% of the time it’s completely out of your control. Everything from your girl puking in the cab to someone getting shot in the club to her ex-boyfriend following you to her place, crazy shit happens in night game, so it’s best to remember to be flexible and go with things. At the end of the day, as with game in general, night game is a numbers game, and some times you just get very unlucky.

I will note though that the more attracted a girl is to you and the more connected she feels to you, the less and less logistical problems matter. I’ve had girls blow off their friends, buy me shots and pay for cabs because they were so into me. So I suppose the best way to beat logistics is to never have to worry about them.