The Seduction Blog

For the past several days, I have been something, not merely done something or tried something, that had been recommended to me in the past, but I that had never truly taken to heart: Love.

Seriously guys, Love is all you need. When you have that and truly live that, pickup is a fucking joke.

I work Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Thursday I blast through a coffee shop and with zero hesitation open a blonde who’s immediately into me. She was sitting, bored, studying, and all I did was make her laugh and smile. We’re hanging out later this week. There were good times at work with other random girls later on, including one saying “I LOVE YOU!” all night long (she was fun later), but it’s Sunday now and I don’t remember most of them.

That was just a test.

Friday and Saturday night I went full on Loving everyone unconditionally. Men, women, drunks, bums, whoever. It didn’t matter. I just pretended that every single person I met was a long-lost really awesome friend who I had forgotten everything about. Then, I pretended that I wasn’t pretending. The result: Loving everyone, without question, without hesitation, without judgment, without fear.

Friday night I opened zero, that’s right, zero women. Why, you ask? Because I had several different women open me the entire night, one of whom actually ran Game on me:

Tight: You’re cute, and I love the way you dance!
Sonorous: I’m a terrible dancer, and you know it. *wink* You’re just saying that to get into my pants. It’s okay, though, I Love you anyways *hug*
Tight: You know me too well. Hey, meet my friends!

Guys, girls, everyone in the group is into me.

Another mixed 3-set walks up to me as the bar is closing, and the two girls just come on to me right there in front of their guy friend, who isn’t caring at all. Right as they’re both about to grab my phone so that they can invite me back to their after-party, Tight walks out with her friends, grabs my phone, punches in her number, and gives me the look of “You. Me. Later.” I simply nod and see her walk away.

Two more tried to make out with me. Yet another one offered herself home to me. That made 3 total. I didn’t want or need anything from any of these women. I simply lit up their worlds, focusing purely on Loving them. Whether or not they loved me back did not change my internal state.

I wish I could remember more and give more details, because I’m usually great at that, but whenever I try to rack my brain and find out exactly what happened to explain the night, I just get this blur of awesome.

I chose Tight to go home with and close because the logistics played themselves out best for her, and because she was the funniest one of the night. There was absolutely zero resistance in her. Let me run that by everyone again: An 8 opens me in front of all of her friends, grabs my phone later and drops in her number, and offers zero resistance in my bedroom. I did nothing but Love and flow.

Last night was even better. A 3-set of 18-year-olds runs up to me, and the cutest one immediately just launches herself at me out of nowhere. I told her that she couldn’t help but Love me as I vaulted her into my arms so that her friends could snap a picture of us.
After a couple minutes of flirting and telling her to “get out of here!”, she drops her number in my phone and kisses me. She comes back two more times, kissing me each time and leading both of her friends to me, and her friends casually let the “alpha female” of the group at me without any resistance. And, actually, as I write this, she just texted me. We’re setting up a massage session later today. She needs one. I could always use one. Everyone wins.

Another blonde I hadn’t seen in months just grabs me last night and starts grinding with me while yelling in my ear (loud music): “I haven’t seen you in months! We need to hang out at my place. Alone.” I just smile, hand her my phone, and make plans with her for later.

Yet another blonde comes up and talks about when we’re hooking up, in front of lots of random guys. And finally, another blonde (lots of blondes last night. I’m normally a redhead man, but there’s been a streak of these lovely light-haired vixens lately) who I taught personally how to give a man an amazing blowjob, and who I can call up at just about any time to get one, helps give me social proof for all of the other women around me. There is no resistance, no insecurity, no negativity at all on anyone’s part.

Again, all of these women opened me.

A mixed 5-set comes up as the bar is closing last night and tell me “We’re here from Wisconsin on Spring Break!” Two of the three girls grab me and say “Picture!” to one of the guys with a camera. Right after both of them kiss me in a couple of different pictures (I made no moves to makeout with them. It was all them), one of them looks back at the guy with the camera and says “My boyfriend is not allowed to see these pictures!” I just laughed.

Logistics don’t work out for anyone last night for various reasons, partly because I had other awesome friends I ended up talking to until the sun came up, and awesome friends > new women, but I had the opportunity to pull, again, 3 (4 if I count Great Blowjob Girl) different quality women back to my place. I’m setting up times and dates for each of them later.

I have no idea what I say anymore to women. About 10-20% is a mix of everything I’ve ever learned in Game; the vast majority is basically “You Love me. It’s okay. I already know. You don’t have to hide it. I Love you, too. You don’t have to cover up and pretend to be cool just to impress me. Come on, kiss me!” with on-the-fly calibration.

Guys I train now will ask me for specific lines and I get absolutely stumped. I make no attempts to ramp up attraction, to deal with Buying Temperature, to try and “figure out” logistics for the night. I Just Love Women, completely and unconditionally, and everything and everyone else literally falls into my lap exactly as it needs to and exactly when it needs to. This is not logical, not explainable. I can’t break it down step by step. Just Love Women.

Let me make this extremely clear: Love does not mean being a pussy who can’t close. Love does not mean that you can’t still slam the biker-bitch in her up against your wall, before you command her to get down on her knees and suck your cock, because you understand that is what she truly needs in order to get wet. Love does not mean that you don’t call her out on her “gold plated pussy” syndrome, and make her realize through your actions and emotions (with words at a distant third), and having other women around you, that she is never more valuable than you are.

This is not the “romantic” love society wants us to believe in that has an opposite of hate, jealously, anger, neediness, and other bullshit built into it.

There’s a reason I use Love with a capital L.

Some of our members have casually dropped “You’re starting to sound like a New Age hippie” whenever I talk like this. With all due respect, guys, I don’t give a fuck. It works, and it works amazingly well with zero effort on my part. I never get “blown out” or “rejected”. These concepts are foreign to me now. Negativity just does not exist when I go out. Situations that I would once upon a time ago perceive as such magically work themselves out.

I get more women now more than any other time in my life. I truly don’t need them for anything, and they just flow in and out of my bedroom and my life. I light up almost every one that I come into contact with now. I radiate joy.

Loving women just for the sake of Love itself has eradicated every single fear, every single sticking point, every single resistance I have ever had. Ever. And I’m just getting started.

You want to be a hurricane everywhere you go?

Love women unconditionally while being completely direct and honest at all times with everyone.

It’s that fucking simple, gentlemen. Really.

Posted on March 25th, 2008 by Sonorous in Field Reports