But the night life was a pleasant surprise. It actually reminded me a lot of Austin’s — an array of bars and clubs all on the same street right next to each other. There were two main streets, the nicer, posh one and then the one with more of the bars.

But here’s the weird thing about Orlando that seemed to be a running theme with all of the instructors at the convention: the girls were EASY to pull, but would FREAK THE FUCK OUT later.

Everyone seemed to have a story like this by the end of the week. I know Doc already wrote about his (which is fucked up… running up to our room to interrupt him and tell him the chick’s friends were crying rape downstairs to security is pretty intense). Sinn and I had our own little escapade.

He covered most of it on his blog. But I guess I’ll give a mini-FR about what happened from my perspective.

It was our first night out there, Doc’s 21st birthday, and Sinn and I were on a mission to get him plastered out of his fucking mind. We kept shoving shots of Jager in front of him and opening fat girls and forcing him to talk to them. It was a great time.

After Doc puked, I started hanging out with some of the students of the convention. I was chilling with some guys I had hung out with that evening at dinner when I told him I’d do a set with him. So I drag him and his brother to the dance floor and just grab the first girl I see. I don’t even remember what I opened with, just that it was very direct, probably something vague like, “hey, come over here, you need to dance with me.”

She complied. Introduced her to the student but then just started dancing with her. Typical Entropy style, it was like a two minute makeout. So we grind and shit on the dance floor. I meet her friends, one is being kind of sassy to me, but the other one seems cool. Sinn comes flying in and I introduce her to the cool one. Within 30 minutes, we’re both outside hooking up with our chicks, and the third (bitchy) girl is out there hooking up with some random chode.

Sinn and his girl bounce to his hotel, and I ask the bitchy girl to drive my girl and I to my hotel (in hindsight, I should have gone for the cab ride). Either way, we hop in her car and are going. In the car is where shit starts to go awry.

This girl driving starts GRILLING me. “I don’t even know you, if you treat my friend bad, I’m going to kick your ass.” Blah, blah, blah. Girls say shit like this a lot, and it’s pretty easy to acknowledge it and move on. But this girl would not shut the fuck up.

Then it got really fucking weird. She’s asking me all about myself, when she looks at me in the rearview mirror and asks, “Do you have any kids?” I say no. She says, “You know, I used to have one night stands — you know, go home with random guys from the club, and now I have a kid. Do you think you’re ready to be a father?”

WHAT THE FUCK?!

As you can imagine, my girl is silent and buying temperature is plummeting. The girl starts disqualifying me as too immature, too young, not-trustworthy, etc. right in front of my girl. I can’t be an asshole because it’s her friend. I qualify myself in vain, but I can FEEL my value dropping every time I do it. And I’m stuck in the goddamn car with her. Meanwhile, chodey dude is just going along with whatever the chick says. Throw me a goddamn bone, brother.

Now that my shit’s fucked up, I suppose the bitch decided to fuck up Sinn’s shit too because she started freaking out about where her other friend was and what the fuck was she doing with Sinn. Literally a block from my hotel, she turns around and heads to Sinn’s hotel. I’m calling Sinn but he’s not answering. I text him to try to warn him. We get to the hotel and I call up to his room telling him we’re here, we’re coming up and shit’s hit the fan. He replies, “Dude, it can’t get any worse than my night’s already been,” and we go up.

We start heading to his room. My girl is suddenly silent. The bitch is ranting about how Sinn’s girl is a slut and should know better. The douchebag has just stood by all night and watched all of this happen. Thanks for the help, faggot.

When I walk in, the first thing I see is Sinn’s girl in tears in the bathroom. I look at Sinn and he just throws his hands up like, “Fuck it, I give up.” Bitchy girl runs into the room and starts screaming, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER? OH MY GOD!”

I hit my limit. I tell them to get out. They all look at me confused. I say, “This shit isn’t worth it. Go home.” Then MY GIRL bursts into tears and runs out of the room.

Turns out that she just got dumped by her boyfriend and is really sensitive. Whoopdie-fucking-do… now get out.

They all leave. Sinn’s girl makes an attempt at an apology, but his patience has run out too. We talk about how Orlando girls are fucking nutcases and go to bed.

I woke up really tired and a bit hungover to give a lair talk. Saffron and I presented the new material I’ve been working on for months. I was a bit anxious due to the fact that the material is all original and my own, but I was still confident it’d go over well.

The turn-out was the highest ever for a lair meeting here and the reception was even greater. I had guys telling me afterward that it was one of the most insightful presentations they had ever seen and that their entire thinking became re-oriented — the kind of response you can only dream about when you’re slaving away writing this shit.

Afterwards, I had great conversations with some usual suspects after the lair meetings. I really have to say, I hear that some lairs suck in other cities, but the quality of people — not just PUA’s, but PEOPLE up here in the Boston lair is great. From the senior guys on down to the newbies, former students, old guys and young guys — there’s just a ton of awesome dudes and I really enjoy chilling with them.

So I rush home and take a nap because I had a one on one that night. This guy flew all the way up from Texas and is an interesting case in that he reminds me of myself a couple years ago. I kind of felt like I knew what he’d have to work on before we even stepped foot in a venue. So we go out, and at first I was feeling a bit out of it from such a long week. I really could have been pushing him harder in the beginning. But things were going well. He had little AA and was hooking most of everything.

I quickly noticed what I suspected: my student had a strong foundation and is pretty good-looking, he just doesn’t realize how far he can go and how fast he can get there. So I start trying to push him to be more aggressive and escalate faster and faster. Just about every set he opened, the girls were immediately attracted, so I kept pushing it: more dominance, more physical, more aggression, more dominance, more physical, more aggression.

He was getting a bit frustrated, because in his mind, he was being dominant and aggressive but I kept saying, “Dude, you can get away with so much more… these girls fucking want you.” So he asks me to show him with one set what I’m talking about. We re-open this two-set from earlier. It had been two French-Canadian girls who were into us, but the set had stalled out. I swoop in, grab the girls and basically caveman the shit out of my girl dragging her ass to the dance floor all in about 30 seconds. As if that’s all it took, next thing I know, within 3 minutes my student’s over making out with his girl. I move my girl to the bar and make out with her there.

Even though things were going well with my girl, it quickly becomes apparent that my student’s girl SERIOUSLY wants some cock. I go into full logistics mode. Both these girls were visiting from out of town and going back the next day. My student was in from out of town. I’ll spare everybody the details, but the logistics were FUCKED! It was a rough situation, and honestly, I kind of mishandled some shit. But luckily his girl’s buying temperature was through the roof that she really only wanted one thing. I tell him to just follow my lead and don’t fuck it up.

Long story short, we end up in a cramped hotel room and it’s apparent that only one of us is getting laid tonight. So I drag my girl out the door and occupy her by wandering around Chinatown with her at 2AM. Yeah, that’s kind of fucked up. But you got to love how no matter how much girls question you, if you just keep leading they’ll just keep following.

Later, she and I were laying around on the couches together in the hotel lobby, I said in passing “It was apparent that not all four of us could use the hotel room.” She smiles, looks up at me and says, “You’re a really good friend,” (referring to the fact that I let him use the room with his girl). More than ANYTHING, I wanted to tell her, “Baby, I get paid NOT to get laid!” Hahaha! Welcome to the life of a pick-up coach.

Anyway, I drop my girl off and say goodbye and pick up my student. It’s official! Practical Pickup had it’s first successful student pull.

It was funny, because I seemed to be more excited about it than he was. Like I said, he’s got a solid foundation, so he’s had a handful of lays. This wasn’t like some huge deal to him. But as a coach, these are the fucking nights we work for. It’s just as gratifying as if I had pulled myself, if not moreso.

Wrecked and tired, we came back to my place. He’s heading out for day game with Doc tomorrow. The sun’s coming up and I almost don’t even want to go to sleep.

Even when she invited herself into my room and sat on my bed, I talked and talked my way through the biggest time-wasting conversation of my life. When she pushed me down, strattled me with her massive thighs and told me I was going to be her first white boy, still… I didn’t panic. I even tried to hold my breath, close my eyes and “take one for the team”, although my resolve waned somewhere around her showing me her burn scars and telling me about all of her illegitimate kids.

No, the trials and tribulations came after she engorged herself on my face and almost ripped my $80 Seven Diamonds shirt. But the sheer fright and panic came once she told me of her family members dying of AIDS and one of her baby’s-daddy’s being “a big black man in Barbados — no, I don’t remember his name.”

Thank God your little asian might only sustained as long as it did, because the slaps and moans coming from the other room only served to turn on that fucking troll of a woman even more. I may not have survived much longer.

Saffron. May your penis wilt away the way my dignity did. You owe me.

Don’t get me wrong, a wing can ignite your RSD issued, Jeffy approved, GLORY TIMES nimbus, handle obstacles and AMOGs for you, bite the bullet and sleep with the ugly friend, and just all around make your night better.

BUT

In day game I might go out with a guy to shoot the shit with while walking around the mall and whatnot but we never enter each other’s sets.

And since I’m under 21 I don’t do a ton of night game and when I do it’s usually with Saffron. Let’s just say our style’s don’t mesh, he runs around, opens 20 sets, gets 15 phone numbers, and finally picks one to go home with. I take a pass through the venue, look for good logistics, make an educated guess as to which girls have been to rehab, (Something like 4 out of the last 5 girls I’ve slept with have been to rehab for something or another. I used to say I liked “artsy” girls, I think my type is better described as “drug addicted, suicidal, tattooed, chain smoking, American Apparel wearing, high school drop out, who when not cutting herself or watching Thirteen because it’s “about her life,” likes to paint Neo-impressionistic pictures of our names in watercolors or take artsy photos of abandoned alleys, the used needles that line it’s streets, and the graffiti that adorns it’s brick walls.) open about 3 sets, get 2 numbers, and go for the pull.

I think the last time I winged him in set was in a two set of Asian girls about six months ago at a party. He was really into his girl and she was super into him. Her friend hated me, I hated her, and we both knew that we were winging our friend to great personal sacrifice. I don’t remember it ending well…

But back to the subject at hand

Levo brought up a really good point during the talks–

Any sticking points your wing has are automatically brought into your set as soon as he enters it.

His advice was to go out alone until you were getting laid on your own, and then find a wing who’s either at about the same level or better than you.

I experienced this later that same night…

I was originally going to write a whole FR about this night, but I’ve since decided against it.

The long and short of it is that I got two girls to get out of bed at 2AM to come get food, aka have meaningless sex with me and a wing.

Things are going well with my girl but he’s not doing anything with his…

I’m having trouble isolating because he’s not occupying the friend.

We get back to his place, his girl realizes that she got out of bed and isn’t getting dick, understandably gets pissed, and they go home… I have to wait an extra 5 days to try out the cock piercing.

Basically my wing had sexual anxiety and wouldn’t make a move. Logical excuses such as “I’m not into her” came out of his mouth but all boiled down to him being nervous about pulling the trigger… It happens.

Now obviously friends are more important than girls, especially ones you met at the club 2 hours before. Bros before hos is a great saying for a reason.

It’s getting really late and I’m gonna end this…

The point of this drawn out and ill-defined post is pick wings who you work well with and who you know have their shit down because as soon they enter your set all of their sticking points are now your sticking points.