I was doing kino with stranger when I was running, I tryed to kino a chinese lady she screamed and ran as if I had a gun in my hand. It was hilarious, I was just touching random people on the street and then running away. What incredible game. It was my jogging game, but I dont stop for anyone when I jog bc I dont want to lower my heart rate.

I decided to become “The rescuer” prototype after reading Victoria Zdrok’s book “Dr Z on Scoring: how to pick up, seduce and hook up with hot chicks”. Now I am a volunteer fireman, and I adopt this bodyguard-type posture with women, they love it. I tell them how I risked my life to save a puppy (slight exaggeration) and I also show them photos of the kids I have rescued. Women melt when I do that! Dr Z’s book is very useful if you want a female view on what chicks want.

I have just become aware of this group and I am facinated by it. I have been watching Mystery’s stuff and reading “The Game”. So I went out by myself and field tested this shit. So I Live in Vegas a Target Rich Environment, Monday night was slow, there were about 20 people at this PT’s I was at. 15 of them were 4’s, bartender 7, waiteress 9 face, 6 body. 2 girls at other side of bar. My waitress was a little cold at the beginning, but everytime she came over I joked with her about, “you back again? I’m starting to think you like me. stuff” Eventually I ordered some food and when it came I thanked her and gave her some really strong eye contact. We made little barbs back and forth for about 30 minutes then I took a phone call. I kept walking past these other two girls and there was this AFC sitting right next to them listening in trying to think of something clever. So I moved in and asked them to tell me which cologne they like better. Aramis on the right or Spark on the left. One like on the other the other. They asked me what I did and I said who cares what I do lets talk about yous twos. blah blah blah, yes I listen to everything they said. They had the personalities of a grape and I just couldn’t torture myself anymore, so I said, “interesting but I gotta get back to my dinner before it gets cold.” All the while I can see my waitress peepen my.. She had these great DD tits. So I went back sat down and finished my salad. Then she came over and sat down at my table and started asking me what I do, did I live in the area. I stopped her and said, “All day I talk about myself to other people. I don’t want to talk about me anymore.” Tell me something interesting about you. She did and I was all I could do to keep my mouth from falling open. I played off like it was now big deal. I had an will never do what she does when she’ not waiting tables. She started talking about her tits, I told her I hadn’t noticed how hot and skinny she was six months ago….bingo I had the hot button. I asked well what the hell happened? Then she told my her story and played it off like she didn’t care that it had happened to her. Bullshit she was hurting. Her words were saying one thing, but her body language was saying another. She had an open position then when things got tough she closed off and turned away from me. I could see her eyes fill up, she was tough an she choked them back. When she was most vulnerable that’s when I closed it. I repeated almost everything she had told me in amazement, she had survived cancer, and lupus and just lost her baby late in the term, broke up with the babies father and I made it sound like she was the most unbelieveable person because she was taking her life on. I payed her something she hadn’t had in a long time. A compliment that was sincere and from the heart and she felt it. She was cool and gave me her number, I didn’t ask. I connected with her, made her feel cmfortable, hell I had never seen her in my life. I fit the profile of every serial killer in the world. Then she gave me a big hug and pressed those bigs tits right on me. Ahhhhh what fun.
One number, two tits good first night.