First off, love the blog. It’s a great resource.

Thanks in advance,
Xander

Yes, that’s 90+% on first dates. Unless you’re older (35 and up), I’d say you should be closing consistently at this rate. If you’re not, it means you’re not escalating quickly enough.

As for follow-up, it changes things in a couple ways. It creates more of a “relationship” frame versus a “fun hookup” frame. So she’s going to naturally want to take things more romantically, be more sensual and emotional about everything.

The biggest reason I tell guys to sleep with women on the first date is because once sex is out of the way, it gives everyone so much more leg-room as far as establishing the relationship moving forward. Expectations don’t get so built up. If a woman has sex with you, you KNOW she’s going to call back, whereas you can never be sure if you don’t.

If by chance you don’t hook up on the first date, I’ll contact her sooner than I would otherwise, as she’s not as invested in you yet. Typically I’ll always contact a woman after the first date with a text or something, and then schedule the next date after 3-5 days. If I don’t sleep with her, I may cut that down to 2-3 days.

Hey Entropy,

I just finished Man on Campus. It’s great. But I just recently transferred to a new school and will be coming in as a junior. How does this change the dynamic of my college game?

Nathan

Good question, and I can’t believe I didn’t address this in the course considering I was a transfer student in college.

When you transfer in, you have a big advantage and then a big disadvantage. The advantage is that you’re an upper classman, you have easier access to alcohol, probably have your own place, etc. So logistically you’re better off.

The disadvantage is that you don’t get the dorm experience, so you don’t have all of those insta-friends that underclassmen get when they first come in Freshman and/or sophomore year.

So I would just focus a lot more on meeting people through extra-curricular activities and classes. It may take a little more time, but considering your better logistical situation, it’ll pay off faster.

Check it out.

But seriously, I’m really excited about the product. Some details:

- 3 Hour Audio Course
- 30 pages of PDF’s
- Various Bonuses

Stay tuned to http://www.manoncampus.com/ tomorrow to check it out.

I’ve been getting some great questions. So keep them coming. Send them to: entropy@practicalpickup.com.

Do you think that in dealing with sexual anxiety that finding a good therapist to work with is the best method?

- Dan

Lots of talk of therapy going around lately. I’ll say this: therapy helped MY sexual anxiety and inner game in general more than about anything else. Now granted, I had a SHIT TON of baggage (previous relationship, parent issues, messed up adolescence, etc.) which was the root of my sexual anxiety and most of my inner game issues.

Would I recommend therapy to anybody who’s gotten out of an absolutely atrocious relationship? Yes. Absolutely. Would I recommend therapy to anyone who had a fucked up childhood or has horrible relations with their parents. YES! No question.

But don’t take therapy as a cure-all for inner game issues. There’s a lot of stuff that it won’t fix.

And I have to say this again, because it’s crucial. THERAPY WILL NOT WORK IF YOU DO NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR CHANGING YOURSELF. I think most people tend to show up to therapy, plop down on the couch and expect the shrink to fix them. No, you are fixing yourself and the shrink is there to facilitate it.

I’ve been meeting new girls constantly from college. I don’t want to be a PUA. I just want to be, like you say, a normal guy. But a socially successful normal guy. A guy that has fun wherever, whenever. Dating science has been helping me tons with it. Is it worth it spending all that money going out and all that time spent? What if I already know what I want?

- Rodrigo

If you already know what you want, then just focus on that. Don’t focus on what ebooks, DVD courses and forums tell you to be. Focus on what YOU want to be. It sounds like you have a pretty solid lifestyle already. Use PUA to supplement it, not replace it.

You’re a guy I would tell not to pay for coaching. Read stuff. Get some advice. Try it out in your regular social life. That should suit your needs.

Could you touch on building attraction in bars / clubs / book stores in a future post? This area is a bit of a mystery to me, and I’m curious how you go about generating attraction prior to moving to comfort game.

- TR

I give the girl my patented “blue steel.” We make out within 30 seconds. Then if I decide I like her, we fuck in the bathroom. If she’s good in the bathroom, then I go into comfort game. If she’s cool and we fall in love before last call (2AM in Boston), then I’ll take her phone number. If not, I open another set.

Seriously though, what you just asked is the subject of like 5,000 pages and 60 hours of seminar. But how do I build attraction? Teasing and banter mostly.

Hey Entropy I know BradP learned a lot from naturals but what exactly do your naturals do differently than a mpua or is it something intangible that they have? I know a couple naturals in my school but I don’t necessarily think they are naturals they are just good looking guys is that the case here?

- Anonymous

Absolutely not. The word “natural” is one of the most misconstrued terms in the PUA community. That’s why I tend to call these two guys “supernaturals.” You have to have 300+ lays and have fucked a model from a major magazine to qualify as a supernatural. These guys both have (Maxim and Vogue-Italy respectively).

But to answer your question, “do they do things that mPUA’s don’t?” Yes and no. I would say they do FEWER things, because they only do what works and nothing else, although they’re not aware of it. Are the things they do similar to mPUA’s? Yeah. They just do them a lot better, so they don’t have to do as MUCH stuff.

I heard faking body language can be IMPOSSIBLE due to micro movements, lightining fast eyebrow raises, pupil dilation, etc…

What do you think?

- Love Potion

Interesting question. On a conscious level, yes, it’s totally fake-able. But those micro movements are only noticed sub-consciously — i.e., it’s those micro movements that tell us a “vibe” a person has. So you can be doing the right body language overtly, but your “vibe” will be off, and you’ll seem incongruent.

This is fine and a phase pretty much everybody goes through when they start out. The other thing about body language though is that you can actually train your mind by changing your body language. For instance, if you fix your body language, your mind will begin to reflect the postures you create.

So in time, the micro movements will catch up to the conscious movement.

1. Guys come into the community having done nothing but social circle game before and they want to get away from it. It never worked for them in the past, so why should they focus on it now? Cold approaching is a more exciting and “pure” form of sarging. It takes more skill and requires more practice, so why waste valuable nights dabbling with girls in your social circle? I think this is a silly belief that’s holding a lot of guys back from gaining a lot of results.

2. The prevalent limiting belief of becoming known as a “player”. Guys assume that as soon as you fuck a girl, all of her friends will think you’re either a player or an asshole or both, and they’ll want nothing to do with you.

Attraction by Osmosis
In fact, the truth is quite the opposite. The more you become known as a player, the more these girls will end up chasing after you. They all do it in their own ways, but they do it. The reason is what I think of as “Attraction by Osmosis”.

Attraction determined by your social value. They’re one in the same. When you fuck a girl’s friend, you’re establishing your social value firmly to all of HER friends. She socially values her friend. Her friend socially values you enough to fuck you. So unconsciously, she’s going to equate you with enough social value to fuck you. Every subsequent girl you fuck that she knows, the higher she perceives your social value, the higher her attraction for you is.

To illustrate, I’ll tell a story about a group of girls I knew in college. There were 5-6 that partied with my friends and I often. They were all attractive, high quality girls: smart, beautiful, cultured, interesting, etc. None of them were on the crazy side. In fact for college girls they were actually on the conservative side. About two years ago, I picked up and slept with the “alpha female” of the group. We’ll call her HBAsian. Things didn’t really go anywhere and she ended up dating another guy, but I still hung out with her and her friends afterwards. About six months later. I find myself in a good conversation with HBAsian’s friend, HBEuro, at a party. Suddenly, I see the attraction and the interest from her. I escalate successfully and am seeing her for a month or two. A few months later, I run into the same group of girls out at a bar. Their friend who I hadn’t met, HBGreek, was there. HBGreek opens me, buys me a drink and immediately starts flirting with me. It’s obvious by now I have the reputation as a “player” within this social circle since I’ve slept with two of them. And it’s also obvious that HBGreek wants to take advantage of my status. HBGreek ended up becoming my FB for over a year and we’re still friends today.

But it didn’t end there. My reputation reached the point of intrigue/resentment within their group. I had built so much social value within them, that they felt like they had to cut me down when I hung out with them. The girls were outwardly cold towards me, constantly shit testing me, telling me I was a slut and a whore. But their actions always betrayed them. When I slept with another auxillary friend of theirs, it was greeted within the group by, “NOT YOU TOO!” Another girl, HBBlack, after shit testing me for months, simply got in a cab with me one night, walked into my apartment and climbed into my bed. She didn’t even bother verbalizing her intentions, because it had become so obvious within the social context. Another girl had a long-term boyfriend of four years. When he broke up with her, she began calling me on weekends even though I hadn’t spoken to her or hung out with her in well over six months.

At this point, there’s only one “survivor” left in the group. And when I see her, she’s afraid to even say hello to me. There’s a strange intrigue yet fear of the inevitable within her. As far as the other girls, I’m still friends with all of them, and they are all still friends with each other.

This is the prime example, but the phenomenon is common. This Attraction by Osmosis is happening everywhere, but I don’t think enough guys take advantage of it. Haven’t you noticed if one girl has a huge crush on a guy, all of her friends will develop the same crush? This doesn’t stop just because you have sex with her. It just increases! You’ll start getting calls from female friends saying, “My friend X is in town for the night, and we were wondering what you’re up to.” Girls will start offering their friends as sexual sacrifices. Every girl wants to get a good fucking. If you’re known for giving good fuckings, then these girls will say, “Wait, I know a guy.” The power of this is so underestimated. One of my FB’s cousins came into town. I met her and she was INSTANTLY all over me. I literally ran no game. There was no rational explanation for it. In her eyes, I already possessed enough social value to fuck her. That’s it. TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS!

Owning Your Identity
I see questions on boards from a lot of guys who sleep with one girl within a social circle and want to move on to the next girl. But they’re either afraid to, or they try to and falter. Sometimes they try and the girls all end up hating him. Every time this happens it’s because he’s not owning the reputation he’s created in the group. EVERY TIME. The girls see you as a “player”, they see you as their group’s boytoy. Own it! Don’t be afraid of it. But be warned, they will CONSTANTLY shit test you about it, to make sure you’re congruent and you DESERVE your status. The more of them you fuck, the more they will shit test you. Some of them will outright resent you, ignore you, talk shit about you. You MUST remain unaffected.

The other issue that happens a lot is when you do get with the next girl, and she starts freaking out that her friends will hate her. For instance, when I got with HBEuro, she was worried that HBAsian would be angry at her. Same with HBGreek. You cannot be fazed by this AND you cannot interfere with their friendship dynamics. Let their drama play out. As long as you’re stoic and maintain your social value, she will find a way to make it happen. After you’ve slept with a few of them, there will be less and less resistance for fear of hurting their friendships because your reputation will be solidly defined within their group.

The ironic thing is when you own your identity as a player, or literally as the-guy-who-is-going-to-fuck-all-of-them-before-all-is-said-and-done, they will LOVE you for it. It’s who you are, and they accept it — they HAVE to, they slept with you after all — so they will appreciate you more and value you more for your congruence. But if you try to shy away from your identity, your player reputation, and your intentions with them, you will become incongruent. They will question your intentions, your friendship, and they’ll despise you for “using them” for sex. They’ll talk about how they should have known better and how you never appreciated them. This is counterintuitive, but it’s how things ALWAYS pan out.

It just reinforces the fact, that in the end, all life’s relationships demand congruence to your identity. This is probably another reason that social circle game has been so neglected. With such a heavy focus on outer game, routines and social tactics, many guys can’t “game” while being congruent with female friends. You must learn to game while still being yourself. You must learn to develop your identity — a sexual identity that women are magnetized towards — then you own that identity as you fuck who you choose, and they love you all the more for it.

It’s simple.

College party game is ALL SOCIAL PROOF. That’s it. PUA material helps, although it is not necessary (in fact, too much material hurts you). Good looks are nice. But it really just comes down to making yourself the “man on campus”. Become the Van Wilder of your school, and that’s it. The pussy comes to you. Literally.

Focus on social networking within your school to create a very WIDE circle of friends. Once you do this, you should be able to hit college parties almost every night, and have 2-3 options each weekend night. This was my lifestyle my senior year in school and honestly, I miss it. It was so easy compared to bar/club game. By my last semester college parties were like shooting fish in a barrel. I once had three lays in one night, and I had barely been in PUA for 6 months! By comparison, for me to lay 3 girls at any bar or club in one night would be a feat of God.

So how do you become the “Van Wilder” of your campus? The process is fairly simple:
1) Go to college parties. They’re easy to find. If you ask your friends, chances are they’ve heard of one. If not, walk around and look for a house or apartment that is loud with tons of people. Then just walk in. I did this dozens of times and was never thrown out. Everyone just assumes you know somebody else.
2) Open EVERYBODY. Opening at a college party is easy because everyone already goes to the same school, and knows somebody else at the party, so there’s already some sense of familiarity. Do not go overboard with canned material or trying to razzle dazzle these people. You all go to the same school, you don’t need to invent a crazy reason to talk to them. “What’s your name?” followed by “what’s your major?” NEVER fails. You can impress her later.
3) Game the hot girls and befriend ugly girls and guys. EXPAND YOUR SOCIAL CIRCLE. Facebook EVERYONE the next day. Number close anyone you talk to for more than 10-15 minutes. Ask people if they know of other parties going on.
4) If you get IOI’s, escalate as quickly as possible. Girls at college parties are drunk, inexperienced, stressed out, and many of them are looking to hook up. Take advantage of this.
5) The next night mass text all of your new friends to see what they’re up to, OR if you’re having a party, invite ALL of them. Usually, about 1/5 will respond.

If you do this enough, within a semester you’ll be hitting parties where you already know 1/3 or 1/2 of the people there. This is money because college parties are ALL social proof. My senior year, I’d roll out solo to any number of parties. When I entered I’d have 10 girls FREAK OUT and scream at my arrival. Then I’d shake hands with another 10 guys I knew. The other girls SEE THIS shit and think, “Wow, who is THAT guy? I HAVE to meet him.” I had time numerous occasions when I’d go to a party like this, half the party would stop to welcome me, then I’d immediately get opened by 2-3 random girls. These girls are already attracted and often drunk. You can kiss close them within minutes of meeting them. If you escalate fast, and pump their buying temperature, you can get them in the bathroom within 30 minutes.

Some pointers:
- Probably 1/2 of the parties you hit will be busts — they’ll suck. In this case, get a free drink and introduce yourself to the host(s). Talk to them for a couple minutes in hopes of getting invited to more of their parties. Then go to the next party.
- Avoid frat and sorority parties if possible. A lot of them have unspoken social hierarchies. They also tend to have bad guy:girl ratios. If you’re in a frat, then disregard this.
- Avoid parties with 200+ people. Girls at MASSIVE parties (MIT frats, for example), develop “ADD Syndrome” where they’re getting opened so often by so many random people that it’s impossible to run a set for more than 30 seconds without interruption. Also, due to the size, meeting and making social connections becomes very arbitrary because everyone else has met 20 people already that night.

Finally, I’ll tell you the best thing you can possibly do to get laid in college. Me and my buddies did this all through my junior year, and my God, if I had known about PU then, I would have banged at least 15 girls.
1) Get a couple good buddies together, 3-5 of you. It’s pretty easy to make male friends in college: all it takes is beer, sports and girls. That’s all you need to talk about to have tons of male college buddies.
2) One of you needs a decent sized apartment. It works best if a few of you are roommates together.
3) Throw a party EVERY WEEKEND at this spot. It doesn’t matter if they start out small. Have all 4-5 guys invite their friends and invite any girls they met throughout the week in class or from other parties. At first, you’ll only get 10-12 people, but just buy tons of alcohol, and they’ll be happy.
4) Eventually, most of these core people will come back. Have you and all of your buddies keep inviting every girl they’ve met throughout the week. Within a month or so, you should be getting a nice crowd of 20-30 people.
5) Once this happens, it snowballs. For starters, you now have a party that consistently brings in more girls than guys. So the guys will start flocking. The first girls you all brought in now bring their cute friends. Your guy friends are now bringing cute girls they met to impress and hook up with. These people all KNOW that you throw it EVERY WEEKEND, so it becomes a staple to their weekend.
6) Once you’re getting 100+ people a night, cap it and start charging money to people you don’t know. These things grow exponentially, and once it becomes more than 100 people, the intimacy is lost and it’s a massive clusterfuck.

Once you do this, picking up girls becomes so easy, it’s not even fair. All five of us got action EVERY weekend. I was hooking up with 2-3 girls a night sometimes.

Why is it this easy? Because you are social proofed a RIDICULOUS amount of ways:
- You are a host. You provide the alcohol and control access to it.
- As host, 75% of the people there not only know you but they’re trying to be your friend. Why? See above.
- A large percentage of the girls present have been sarged by you, and if you’ve sarged well, you’ve either already hooked up with them or turned them into pivots.
- You have a connection to EVERYBODY present. You can now ask ANY girl, “Who do you know here?” and you are within one degree of separation, ALWAYS. You have a mutual friend with EVERYONE.
- Because you know so many people, you will constantly be approached and in more sets than you can handle. Therefore, people will have to fight for your attention.
- As a side result, people who come to your parties will invite you to THEIR parties. You will go and know the host and know 1/3 of the people there already.

My buddies and I did this every weekend for a semester and a half. We lived on Egmont Street and called the party, “The Egg.” Our slogan was “It’s always cracking.” I hooked up with more girls in that place than I can count. We always had more girls than guys, and we had 20-30 steady regulars who came EVERY weekend. People thought I lived there even though I didn’t. Random people would stop me on campus and ask, “Is the egg cracking this weekend?” The answer was irrevocably, “Yes.” Every girl I talked to during the week, I always told them, “Come to my party this weekend.” Most would give me their number and show up. Everybody wants to be invited to another party. Use this to your advantage. If I had known what I was doing back then, I would have banged so many girls, it’s stupid. I still banged a few, but I kiss closed dozens over a six month period.

So, to the college students here: Forget the bars, you’ll have 20 years to run your bar game. College is basically a pussy close-out sale, all sarging 75% off. Social proof yourself. Become the Van Wilder of your school. Being popular in college only takes alcohol. That’s all it takes. If you have alcohol, people will come. Once they come, make them like you, and you’re set forever. You will never be in a social environment like this ever again, so take full advantage of it.

This is my first report, so a quick background on me and the situation: I’m going to be a fifth year college student, so house parties have been my bread and butter for years. In fact, they’re all I’m good at, but I’m really good at them. I consider the bulk of my game “natural” but only within these specific contexts. I got involved in the community to learn opening game (because my bar/club/day game is weak) and end game, how to manage FB’s/MLTR’s.

The situation: My current MLTR threw a party last night, HB8.5, she spoils the fuck out of me so we’ll call her HBSugarMama. She’s quite proud of her great body and she lives with strippers, so the party became themed (like so many cheesy college parties are) a “Stripper Party.” Basically an excuse for everyone to show up as slutty and as little clothed as possible. She went out and bought me some nice boxers with “Playboy” written all over them for the event — that was my costume, nothing else. She sported some leopard print underwear, six inch heels and an assload of make-up. Her stripper roommates well, dressed like strippers. She also went out and bought enough alcohol to kill every horse at the Kentucky Derby: 10 bottles of champagne, 3 handles of vodka, bottles of Tequila, Southern Comfort, Jack, you name it. She also shelled out for props like black lights, feather boas, handcuffs, candy thongs and bras, and fake money for people to give to each other. This girl knows how to throw a party.

She’s the first girl I’d ever consider a MLTR. In the past, I’d get with girls, bang them for a week or two, get freaked out about emotional stuff and ditch them (even if no one was attached). With this one I grew some balls and told her that even though we really like each other, I’m going to still pursue, hook up with, and even sleep with other girls. To my surprise, she was fine with that and even encouraged it, as long as she’s my favorite. Score. This is a new thing for me and has been going pretty well, but problems crop up now and then, which will come apparent at the end of this. Hopefully, somebody here more experienced with it can help out.

Anyway, on to the report:

I show up early to help HBSugarMama set up. She really went all out with this. The idea of 30-40 half naked college kids crammed in an apartment with $300 worth of alcohol cannot be topped; Bob Dole would ditch Viagra for a chance like this. I tell her this (well, not the Bob Dole part), and she says she wants to see me “tool with some tarts.” “Tarts” is her name for girls I hook up with or fuck but don’t care at all about. Basically, she’s telling me she wants to watch me run mad game and hook up with other girls in front of her — she gets turned on by this sometimes. Lucky me, eh? We pop the champagne, share the first glass and the first batch of people start showing up.

A girl that I work with shows up, HBWorkGirl. She’s HB6, great rack, OK body, OK face. She’s been raining IOI’s on me at work all summer, but I’m just not attracted. The exception to this of course, is when I get plastered (foreshadowing anyone?). She shows up in a… fuck, I don’t know what the hell it was. It was hot. She kind of looked like a dominatrix, all I know is her tits looked massive. She got bumped up to an HB7 for the night. Go HBWorkGirl. I comment on her magnanimous breast display.

Me: (pokes tit) “Good, someone brought the life preservers.”
Her: (feigning anger)
Me: “I always do say safety first.”
Her: (pretends for another few seconds and then breaks out laughing)
Me: “I like how you at least tried to be angry.”
Her: “Shut up!”
Me: “You love hearing about your rack and we both know it.”
Her: (silent embarrassment)

This gets the conversation going in a sexual direction. She drags me over to do shots of rum with her. After about 5 minutes and 3 shots, the subject of being horny came up:

Me: “I hate getting really horny at work. Especially since you can’t do anything about it.” (The insinuation here should be very plain. We work together. She wants me. By saying this, I put the thought of her fucking me at work into her head without ever saying it.)
Her: “Me too! It’s sad, I’ve thought about different places you could have sex there. Like that hallway in the back, or the stairwell, or just the bathroom.” (She’s getting way into it).
Me (casually and sarcastically): “Oh, well next time I’m horny I’ll just drag you into the bathroom with me.”
Her: “Oh my God, that’d be so hot!” (pauses and gets a little embarrassed at her enthusiasm) “Uh, let’s change the subject.”

I’m sure a lot of guys would phase shift or isolate, or Cocky Funny her some more, I don’t know. But I walked away. I have a habit of doing this and I didn’t realize why until I started reading some PUA stuff. I think Mystery or Juggler or someone said to always end a conversation at the peak. I don’t know states or NLP enough to know exactly why, but I always seem to walk away from girls right as the moment and attraction crescendos.

Anyway, I was distracted regardless. An HB9 had just walked in. Perfect legs and tiny tight ass with a real cute girl-next-door face. I’ll call her HBCandyAss. She came in with two good looking guys who followed her over to the champagne. I had been collecting door money for HBSugarMama, so I go over and ask the guys to pay. They each give their money and one pays for her. She doesn’t even pay attention and starts pouring herself a glass. I hold out my glass to her and she automatically goes to pour some for me. Right when it’s about to start pouring, I guess she realizes what she’s doing and stops, hands me the bottle and walks off. I gave her a loud sardonic “Thanks for nothing!” I stand there and pour for myself. The guys are following her like puppies, which leads me to believe that a) they’re AFC’s, and b) she’s asking for some negs.

Luckily enough, either she got a lot of foam or drinks champagne like a fat cousin at a wedding becuase she came back within a minute with a low glass. I still happened to be holding the bottle.

Me (with sincere smile): Do you need more champagne?
Her: Yes, please. (smiles)

I go to pour into her glass but stop at the last second, hand her the bottle and walk off. The two guys she’s with start cracking up.

I went off and talked to other people for about 15 minutes and then found her and the same two guys standing around pretty bored. I walk up and formally introduce myself to the guys. One’s kind of quiet and creepy, the other one’s pretty goofy. Definitely not threats at all. HBCandyAss is distracted picking her nose or text messaging or something. After a minute she jumps in:

Her: “You’re the champagne guy!”
Me: “For anyone else, yes.”
Her: (laughs) “I see you met these guys.” (Wants me to introduce myself)
Me: “Yeah” (I turn back towards one of them and continue the conversation)
She interrupts again:
Her: “I’m HBCandyAss” (She gives in).
Me: “I’m Entropy4″

Then to minimize her IOI she turns to one of her friends and flirtaciously introduces herself to him as a joke. The poor chump introduces himself right back and giggles. Poor AFC’s. I use it against her though.

Me: “So I see you met my friends here.” (She threw her AFC’s under the bus to DHV herself, so I call them “my friends” now)
Her: “Yeah, they seem really cool.” (Playing along because to insist they’re her friends would be to supplicate to them.)
Me: “They are. In fact, I think you’ll get along really well with them. I can see you becoming friends with them and inviting them out to parties with you. I have a way of knowing these things”
Her: “Actually, I just met him last week.” (Still being snotty and defying me)
Me: “Oh, I see, so he was just the nearest available male tonight. I see how it is.”

She’s stuck here. To agree with me is to insult her friend. To defend him would be supplicating to some chump just because I teased her. Ironically, the dude laughed and agreed with me. Self-loathing AFC’s! We fluffed for a bit. I directed my questions at all three of them, whereas she answered directly to me and asked me directly. This is just part of controlling group conversations. You always want the conversation in a group to revolve around you — not as in being about you, but you want to direct it, like a traffic cop. I directed it for awhile about what schools they went to, where they were from, blah, blah, blah. The AFC’s went wherever I lead them, and she would have to follow too.

Me: “Do you guys play ultimate frisbee?” (Probably about 1/2 the people there that night were on the frisbee team. Sidenote: Frisbee girls get really excited about meeting frisbee guys — like REALLY excited.)
Her (very excited): “Yes! Do you?”
Me: “No, definitely not.”
Her: “Why not?” (asked incredulously)
Me: “I guess I never owned a dog growing up.”

She laughs and goes into some convoluted story about her friend’s dog and playing frisbee with him. I pointed out that her response implied that she behaves like a dog or something like that — I don’t even know if I made sense. Either way, she laughed and began the IOI’s. My memory gets a little fuzzy here. I had moved on to Tequila Sunrises. At this point the two AFC’s are practically non-existant. I have her laughing pretty consistently. I finish the conversation again with a peak, “Don’t worry HBCandyAss, one day you too can be man’s best friend,” again implying her being a dog. She laughs, grabs my arm, and tells me how funny I am. Book her Columbo, take her downtown, this one’s ready. I walk off.

By this point, the party’s in full swing and I’m pretty buzzed. My game is completely reliant on social proofing like crazy. This is why I do so well at parties but not at bars or clubs. You don’t need a reason to start talking to people. You already have something in common with everyone there. People open themselves. I exploit this completely. I make sure to meet everyone right when they show up. I flirt with every girl under an HB8, and tease or ignore all the ones above. I joke with the guys. I get people drinks. I stick very close with my friends. I stop by my MLTR often to get quick kisses or a slap on the ass. Everyone at this party was practically naked, and many of them were athletes. I don’t have a great body, but I was getting my ass slapped, and my boxers were pulled down so many times that after the first couple times I didn’t even bother looking to see who did it.

HBWorkGirl comes back much drunker and much hornier and picks up our work sex conversation right where it left off. After buttering her up a bit with innuendo, she’s feeling me up and saying:

Her: “Tell me we’re going to fuck at work sometime.”
Me: “We’ll be sober.”
Her: “I don’t care, I just want you to fuck me at work.”
Me: “I could fuck you right now.”

She grabs my cock. I drag her into the bathroom and we start making out. She’s pretty much out of her clothes again which makes her HB6 again. I’m full on drunk at this point, so the parts ain’t working. She goes down and starts giving me head. People are knocking on the door and wondering what we’re doing. That’s kind of hot. Finally, I get some semblance of a hard on and she lies down on the floor and takes her thong off. I go for a few pumps but am feeling nothing. She starts to get upset that I don’t find her attractive enough. I tell her I’m really drunk. She makes me promise that we’ll do it sober. I probably lied and said I would.

Later on, HBSugarMama asked me what we were doing in there. I told her HBWorkGirl gave me head. She got annoyed, not because I got head in the bathroom from another girl, but because she said HBWorkGirl isn’t hot enough for me. HBWorkGirl later got really pissed that I told HBSugarMama she gave me head, because it made her “look like a slut.” I told her that going into a bathroom with me for 20 minutes makes you look like a slut. She didn’t really appreciate that comment. She continued to spiral into drunken oblivion throughout the night.

So anyway, I go socialize some more. I went out to meet my friend who showed up late. I introduced him to my stripper friends. I think he was a bit overwhelmed, he didn’t stay long as he was pretty intimidated (He’s rAFC). As I come back inside, I see HBCandyAss standing by herself. I walk up to her and just start dancing. She gets excited and starts dancing too and slips some fake dollar bills into my boxers. Huge IOI. I tell her that it’s hard to hear the music and we should go into the room where the speakers are (which happens to be sparsely populated). She says sure, but when we get there, she says we should start a dance floor with other people. I find the stripper friends, and some goofy asian dude dancing by himself and drag them over there. I don’t know if she wasn’t ready to be isolated yet, or if she was shit-testing me or what. But regardless I used the opportunity to demonstrate that I was the alpha male by herding people in the party where I wanted. We dance and HBCandyAss starts grinding her ass into me. We’re getting pretty dirty. She wants it. I take her to an isolated corner and making out commences. She’s a great kisser. But more people are coming into the room, and for some reason my MLTR giving me shit about HBWorkGirl is making me unsure about doing this out in the open. I really don’t need more drama in my life. We happen to be near a door into someone’s room. I open it and say we should go in there but she declines. I kiss her some more and walk off.

The next events are really a blur. For some reason I had switched from Tequila sunrises to straight Southern Comfort on the rocks. God knows why. There were pole dances involved. One of the strippers taught me how to clap my ass cheeks together and then demonstrated for me. This girl who I swore was a lesbian pulls my boxers down to my ankles and slaps my ass really hard. The goofy asian kid was actually really funny so I think I goofed around with him for a bit. I think I paid my MLTR some attention because I got the feeling she wasn’t as cool with me hooking up with every girl in the party as she said she was. I honestly couldn’t tell you.

Anyway, at some point I walked back into the party after people had started leaving and I saw HBCandyAss wearing a candy thong over her miniskirt. I walk up and say, “Someone needs to eat that.” She agrees. I kiss her some and then take her into the other room. This time she’s willing. I put her on the couch and eat some of the thong and then kiss her, sharing the candy as we kiss. Each time I went down for candy, I lifted her skirt a little more and got closer to her pussy and each time coming back up to share the candy with her. She was getting really turned on. After a few times I licked her pussy through her panties and came back up. Finally, the last couple times I pulled her panties aside and gave her clit a couple licks before I came back up. She was steaming at this point but logistics made anything more an impossibility. The door was open and we were in someone’s bedroom. I also knew dragging her into a bathroom wasn’t going to happen, she had more self-respect and restraint than that. We talked for a bit while we made out. She told me she was leaving town in a few days. I told her it was too bad because we could have a lot of fun together. She agreed. I told her we’d probably never see or hear from each other again. She agreed. (2008 Entropy says: “Boy, did I blow this one.”)

She had to go. Apparently she came with a third guy who I had seen (another good-looking AFC), as in she was technically his date. Even though I was hammered I put together in my head that an AFC asked this girl out, so she brought two other AFC’s with her and then with all three of them 20 feet away let me lap her pussy like a dog in a toilet bowl. I chuckled to myself. I love women.

In all of this debauchery I lost my glass of Southern Comfort. As I started to look for it, I realized that if I was so drunk that I couldn’t even find my drink, it may be a sign. I started to feel sick so I laid down on a couch in the main room with my eyes closed. Everything was spinning. I came to when I noticed HBWorkGirl laying on me. She babbled incoherently and then started crying for some reason. Whatever. Later, I heard HBCandyAss say, “Entropy4, are you OK?” I opened my eyes to her with her things ready to leave. I mumbled something about a long day and said, “I thought you left?” I don’t remember her response. She left.

Eventually my MLTR came around and made me get up. She was drunk and very annoyed now. When I hooked up with an ugly girl, she was mad because the girl was too ugly. Now that I hooked up with a girl as hot as her, the truth came out, she was mad that I didn’t pay her enough attention at her party. I can understand how that would seem like a slap in her face. But she knew I was going home and fucking her that night. She agreed, but she was still upset regardless. We went home somehow, I don’t even remember how. We had OK sex (the parts worked this time) as we both tried not to vomit on each other or die of alcohol poisoning. She ended up throwing up (no, not on me). Then she cooked me chicken fingers which were glorious.

I woke up today with the worst hangover I’ve had in years. As I walked home, some mexican in a run-down truck pulled over and said, “Hey dude, your shirt’s on wrong.” I looked at it and it was buttoned completely crooked. I just shook my head in defeat. The mexican laughed real loud and said, “Long night my man?” I painfully nodded as he laughed again and drove on.