Day Game Field Report – 05-08-2008

I thought August was meant to be Sunny? This is horrible! Oxford Street is clogged up with enough tourists, vagrants and general pushy media folk without constant drizzle to boot. Oh well, this is what one should expect in England, so I suppose it’s time to don my stiff upper lip and start gaming.

I’ve been pretty busy recently and haven’t had a chance to actually enjoy gaming like I used to, so I’m looking forward to going back out into the field. I start off by listening to some state music, which is still an important part of my game, and it’s especially important on depressing grey London day. After a bit of customary ipod shuffling I find myself striding down to the street to ‘I want to be a hippy’. WTF? Oh well, I’m in a good mood at least and I’m feeling pumped as I follow a lovely young thing into Miss Selfridges and position myself next to her to peruse dresses.

‘Hey quick opinion on something…’ I ask

‘What?’ She answers quickly and curtly, fixing me with a glare that says, ‘I just plain don’t like you’. In fact she looks very unhappy, and I get a sinking feeling that my presence hasn’t improved her mood.

‘I’m looking to get a present for a friend of mine…’

‘I don’t care.’ She says, giving me a quick look of withering disgust before she moves on.

Gotta love those open minded Sloanes hey?! But seriously, I appreciate that she’s within her rights, she’s out shopping after all, and if she wants to buy clothes and only talk to shop assistants instead of insightful and interesting people like me, that’s her choice!

‘Bradley, surely that doesn’t still happen to a prestigious PUA like you?!’ I hear you chorus.

Unfortunately it very much does, it happens to everyone, but in this instance I just make a mental note to go in a bit more indirectly with my next approach who happens to be a tall tanned blonde in HMV. I ask for her thoughts on what to get my 8 year old cousin for his birthday (he doesn’t exist before you ask, and yes I probably am going to hell before you judge). Before long I’m having an in depth chat with Elizabeth, a primary school teacher, about how important it is to maintain artistic qualities in this day and age. She’s lovely, and I after I lead her through a few quick salsa steps and a twirl down the aisle I’ve persuaded her to join me at a salsa class this evening. I’m happy. I’ve been in set for a good amount of time, kino’d, got her number and have generally bounced back from a horrible start to the day.

I keep my momentum going and make a few direct approaches, but I can’t stay all day, Adventures of a PUA doesn’t write itself after all.

In all honesty, I was really thrown by my first blow out, and the bad news is that girls will always occasionally blow you out. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been running game for two hours or two years, it’s going to happen every now and then, and it isn’t nice. Any PUA who claims that they never get blown out is lying, it’s that simple.

My advice is stay cool, and definitely don’t get angry or succumb to the temptation to be rude, just move on. Don’t start making excuses (she was such a bitch etc) to protect your pride. Okay, so I had a go at her for being an up-herself Sloane, but at the time I was nice as pie, I promise!

In the old days a blow out like that would have resulted in me retreating into the men’s section of the nearest clothing store and spending the next twenty minutes avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone. But this isn’t the bad old days, and I’ve come to realise that a blow out is no big deal, and the key is to not let it bother you. Besides, I’m more interested on where to take Elizabeth this evening.

Brad Zeno