By Lance on May 28, 2008 in Field Report | comments(23)
So you get the idea that the DR trip was one big honking party. Here’s day 2 with a bizarre twist for Big Daddy Lance at the end…
Chilling at the Beach
We were all a bit hungover from the late night partying last night, so we slept in and didn’t get started until after lunch. Bobby drove the girls home, which was the next town over.
That afternoon we hit Cabarete Beach and soaked up rays. Me, Stoute, and Hammer spent a couple of hours floating in the ocean, which was perfect, and shooting the breeze about anything and everything. We debated a lot about online game (Hammer was pro-Match.com, Stoute and I are against), dating in general, sex, and whatever else came to mind. Again, the convo was terrific. Bobby and Gecko wandered off to get food and find a decent massage parlor. Fling and Baby Style laid out on the recliners we rented (US$3). Continued
By Lance on May 27, 2008 in Field Report | comments(9)
There was so much friggin’ cool stuff that happened on this trip, I can’t cover it all, but I’ll hit the highlights and try to embed as much of the insights as I can remember. I’ll cover Day 1 now to give you an idea of how ridiculous it was.
I took the 6:15 am flight out of Orlando to Puerta Plata (via Miami); arrived in DR around two-ish. A couple of first impressions about DR: There’s a cover charge to enter the country (US$10) that they collect while you’re in line at customs. I didn’t have any cash on me and the guy actually kicked me out of line and told me to borrow it from someone. There were no ATMs and obviously they don’t take credit card. A super awesome dude (father of a family) gave me the ten bucks and told me not to sweat it.
By Lance on May 26, 2008 in Field Report | comments(4)
I had this one amazing night over the weekend, probably the funnest night I’ve had all year. I’m going to write this one field report style, so it’ll be fast and furious with little embellishment. There’s some good tactics and a few new things I tried.
By Lance on May 24, 2008 in Dating, Field Report | comments(11)
Holy crap, how come I get all the crazy ones? You know this girl Kitty I’ve been banging, er, dating? Well, things have definitely gone into the shitter with her. Here’s what happened.
I was out of town for a week and the whole time Kitty and I communicated. Cutesy texts, emails, even a couple of phone calls. It looked like this thing might be a decent deal. We planned to meet for drinks on the Sunday that I got back. Sunday rolled around, I went to the bar where we were supposed to meet and she stood me up over text. Yeah, that’s right, she texted that she was too tired from working (she worked occasional weekends at a hospital) and couldn’t make it. Okay. I was miffed, but I blew past it and actually ended up having a rocking good time anyway. I called up some pals and partied with them. Screw it.
By Lance on May 19, 2008 in Field Report | comments(6)
This is part 2 of my post on getting numbers and setting up dates. Read part 1 here. I’m going to present three of my interactions and describe why they worked or didn’t work.
Before I launch into it, I want to say a few words on Calibration. Calibration is your sense of how a person is going to react to the things you say and do. The more interactions you have and the more experience you accumulate, the better you’re calibrated and the better you can respond to the other person. Calibration is pretty much fundamental to game, and every social artist will tell you to do thousands of approaches until your calibration is finely tuned. For me, this is where pickup becomes an art form…human interactions go from being awkward, clunky communications to highly interesting (and fun) exchanges. In fact, I want to go a step further and say that an interaction can become transcendent when you have two people with great game communicating with each other.
By Lance on May 12, 2008 in Field Report, Sex | comments(14)
Okay, I had a great little Saturday night. Initially, I invited Kitty Lance to go for dinner at this hot Cuban place (kickass mojitos and ‘ritas), but Kitty was getting over a cold and not quite up for going out. Instead, we grilled at her place and killed a bottle of wine, which was fine because it was a spectacularly nice evening. Umm, what else does this mean? That’s right, pre-extracted, much easier to get my schwervey-schwerve on. Now, if only I could sedate the two dogs who f’ed up my game last time.