Hate To Love Me

Average Frustrated Chick

I just got back from one of my local fast food places.� The girl who served me was such a cute little AFC I thought it was hilarious.

When I walked into the place I saw her get all visibly nervous, shy and reserved.� She’s served me maybe twice before but she remembered my order, which I thought was incredibly endearing.� She’d speak really quietly and barely ever look up into my eyes.� After she was done my order she asked me really quietly:

AFChick: Can you do me a big favour?
Me: Sure.
AFChick: Can you open the door?
Me: Uh yeah sure.
AFChick: Thanks!!! You’re my hero!

Too.� Freakin.� Cute.� Next time I go for my shawarma fix she’s gonna get a huge compliment on something random.

It’s a shame I don’t have time for low value girls.� Cute, but cute doesn’t cut it anymore.�

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Thoughts On Leaving “The Game”

Yesterday one of the members of the local lair had announced he was going to take a break (possibly permanently) from “The Game” and everything it entails.� � This sparked a lot of thinking about the whole industry, how deep men absorb themselves in it and whether it’s even possible to leave it all behind.

About a year ago I was pressured to abandon the community by my girlfriend at the time.� � The reasons that led� to it are fairly inconsequencial but either way she gave me an ultimatum of the relationship or the industry.� I chose her.� A lot of men questioned my decision, warned me that it would be the beginning of the end and even went as far to tell me I’d be back.

As months passed by the trust issues between us had become too prominent for us to have any sort of a real relationship and thus we broke up.� It was during this time that I ran my first workshop and co-founded Lifestyle Imaging with my wing.� Not too long after that we decided to get back together but I made it clear that I was involved with this business.� Not long after that we broke up again.� My friends were right and I came back to the industry with more intent than ever.�

Why would I tell you, my readers, this?� My lesson to you men is that if a woman ever asks you to leave the industry or doesn’t trust you to be a part of it there are going to be worse issues down the line.� Trust is key and if she can’t handle you going out and socializing (without the intent of picking up of course) than she isn’t going to be able to handle a lot of things you do in the future.� Jealousy will kill your relationship.

Though, I often question whether a man can get involved in the pickup artist circles and ever truly leave everything behind after a period of time.� Style said he left “The Game” for his girlfriend, but *surprise* he’s back.� What does leaving “The Game” even entail?� Does it mean we leave the brotherhood?� Do we sever the communication channels between other pickup artists?� Or is it a question of forgetting everything we’ve learned?

This isn’t something you’re ever going to forget.� Everything we learn gets ingrained into our personality and belief system.� We build ourselves to be better, stable, socially acceptable guys… why would you ever want to leave that behind?�

I had a student who had made the choice to take a workshop not because he had a lack of women in his life, but because he was scared that his girlfriend was so beautiful that he’d lose her.� To me driving yourself to be the best person for your partner is the ultimate� expression of love.� Was he wrong to take the workshop while commited to someone?� I don’t believe so.

I’m getting off tangent though.� Back to the local lair member.

He left a message saying he and his girlfriend had broken up and it was in part of him seeing all the potential “9’s” and “10’s” out there for him.� I don’t think this is a valid blame to lay on pickup.� Speaking for myself I would ALWAYS notice women of magnificent beauty even before I had gotten involved in the industry.� And say what you will but any guy who tells you he is blind to other women while in a relationship is a fucking liar.

No matter what organization you are a part of� or activities you put under your interests column� you are going to notice other people even while in a relationship.� It’s natural and there’s nothing wrong with it.� Leaving the community is not going to fix anything.� It’s not going to remove “sarging” or other retarded PUA terminology from your mind.� Accept the fact that it’s there and it’ll make life a lot easier.� This is a part of who you’ve become and it’s not a bad thing.� If anything social consciousness is a wonderful thing to have trapped inside of your head.

Not only all of this but the social brotherhood that the industry offers is astounding and offers benefits beyond intrinsic value!� Why would you want to leave behind the possibility of tons of international friends going through the same situations as you?

Anyways, I’m rambling and it’s late.� To recap, “The Game” can leave you, but you can never leave “The Game” .

Orleans, never out.

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Date From Hell

Bleh.� What a terrible day.

The day started way too early and involved me having to pay for parking at the college (I� rue paying for parking) and then writing an essay on ethics relating to advertising.� To me censorship is bullshit but my prof is a holier than thou saint so I gave him the answer he wanted based on the material he told us to read.� Every week I walk out of that class feeling empty, like I’m a bad person or something.� Guys in the industry have extremely liberal attitudes to a majority of issues and then when thrown into a discussion of ethics I feel so out of place.� C’est la vie.�

I went and got a Booster Juice only to be served by what was possibly the most anti-social/unfriendly girl in the entire population of service industry workers.� I don’t understand how you can put yourself in such a public position and serve people so blandly.� Get a job behind a computer screen or something if you don’t like being social-able.� Fuck.

A friend of mine got in touch with me at around 4:00PM.� This poor girl is so sick and she wanted to take the bus to the E.R. at the hospital.� I told her she was stupid and that I’d pick her up in 15.� I completely forgot that it was rush hour traffic so I blared The Deftones and� played some air� guitar/drums� and� sang to keep myself awake.� � It was a gorgeous day out so I had the window open more than a crack for the first time in 6 months and got some fresh air as I was driving, glorious.�

I pull up to my friend’s house and she comes out and the poor girl looks like death warmed over.� She looks horrible, absolutely sick and instantly my heart melted.� I race over to the E.R., which was a 20 minute drive.� I can’t believe she wanted to take the bus.� We go into the waiting room and hang out.�

I haven’t known this girl for too long and we’re two completely different people, but when we get together I feel so relaxed and simple.� Things just seem to flow and we have a good relaxed time, and that’s what I absolutely love about this girl is that things are just so relaxed and low key.� Even though I haven’t seen her in about a month we sat there talking like we’d not only known each other our entire lives but had seen each other the day before.� These are the people you keep around.

After a little while she goes up to the counter to check on progress and then comes up to me and informs me that the hospital had a 45 hour wait.� We left immediately.� I couldn’t believe it and I still can’t.� Is this what health care has come to?� I’ll stick with Medi-Centre’s.

I drop my friend back at her place� and get a call from my date who I had invited to a movie screening I won tickets for (I wrote a humorous post on reasons why they should give me free tickets).� What I didn’t realize was that this was going to be a date from hell.� I don’t know what went wrong, normally I’m good at dates, but this was absolutely horrible.� The movie is the new Mark Wahlberg film� called “Shooter”.� It’s a pretty cool sniper flick and although it drags on at points I’d say go see it for entertainment.� Other than the movie though, wow.� I’m never going to hear from this girl again and I really really don’t care.� I’ve never met such a nice girl with so little to say about anything.� Conversation was taxing and I wanted to bring her home after the movie even though I had previously mentioned I was going out for dinner afterwards.� Fuck that noise.

I’ve driven across the city 6 times today, and now I’m here, relaxing.� Props to Fresno Smooth for hearing me out� and making my day a little lighter.

Sorry about the lack of updates guys.� I’m going to try to be more vigilant with updating on a daily basis but life’s crazy and sometimes I just don’t have shit to write about.

See you next time.� Same bat time.� Same bat channel.�

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What Makes A Great Seduction Coach

There’s been a lot of talk about what makes a good seduction coach and how many approaches he should have over at the VA boards.� This raises an interesting discussion, one that’s plagued the� industry since the beginning and provides a source for a lot of skepticism from the outside world.� There is no governing quality control body to make sure that a seduction coach is legitimately getting the results he wants and can teach that to other people.� I’m going to try to compile a list of traits and talents that in my opinion equate to a qualified instructor in no particular order.

The instructor must have been in the student’s position in one way or another.� This disqualifies naturals due to the fact that they’ve ALWAYS been good with women.� They don’t know what it’s like to have that desperation or loneliness and therefore can’t sit in the student’s shoes and compare their lives to the students to find a solution.� They don’t know what it’s like to hit rock bottom and therefore they can’t teach a student how to climb his way out.
Said instructor should have a solid system or methodology for teaching men how to pickup women, whether it’s his system or not is up for debate but not here.� How can a student be expected to learn seduction if the coach doesn’t have a concrete game plan for the student to use as a crutch in pursuit of his own style.
The seduction coach in question should get satisfying results for himself as a person.� If the guy is living a shitty lifestyle or can’t bring women into his own life how can he teach other guys to do that?
The coach should have a mind boggling understanding of social dynamics and how it relates to seduction.� He needs to understand the mating dance between two individuals from start to stop and not only that but should be able to break down the key points of it.
He should be able to watch students who are approaching groups and give a fairly accurate breakdown of what was going on, what the student did poorly, what the student did good at and what he could have done to better the interaction.
The coach should be an excellent teacher who is able to convey his thoughts, theory and methodology in a concise and accurate manner.� His teaching skills need to be on par with his seduction skills and above all he must be an efficient teacher due to the limited time constraints.� I’ve had weekends where I’ve talked in a seminar environment for 7 hours a day and then 5-6 hours again at night throughout the whole weekend and still had to cut things out of the program.� The students also need time to do exercises and practice to refine their tonality and body language.� This is a very tight schedule and the instructor needs to be able to fit everything in.
The coach needs to have approached and ran a lot of sets.� So many that he’s lost count.� If you’re 2 for 2 congratulations but that doesn’t mean you’re a seducer or someone who conveys the previous 6 traits.
The seduction coach needs GODLIKE patience.� Sometimes there is no more frustrating thing than one of your students.� You must have patience that rivals the greatest poker players.

I believe that’s a pretty accurate and full list.� I leave this up to you for discussion; leave comments if you think I’ve left anything out.

UPDATE:� Golddigger asked me to buy her a cheap phone card so she could call me while she was in town, I told her to beg for change on the street to use a pay phone if she wanted to talk to me.� She blocked me on MSN.� I’m done with this bitch *highfive*.

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Power And Precedent

In our lives there will always be an exchange of power.� � Power itself is given to whoever holds the dominant (alpha) position in the interaction.� Beneath the smiles, small talk and friendly gestures there is always an underlying hierarchy of who’s in power and who have less of it.� This fight for power all takes place in sub-communication and context.� You do not speak of this power struggle.

Precedent is an established procedure that dictates how similar issues that arise in the future will be handled.

These two concepts alone are� essential to understand,� but lets look at how they apply to each other in the realm of pickup arts.

If during the pickup it is communicated in� sub-context that you are the one in power you become able to establish and manipulate precedent.� Read that again.� If you are seen as the dominant figure in the equation you now have the power to establish and set a foundation for how your future interactions will take place.

Why is this important to us?� This is important because if you set the proper precedent you can manipulate the interaction to have her behave in certain ways.� This is better known as setting the frame.

You should always be conscious of the precedentyou’re setting between yourself and the target.� Should you set a sexual� precedent it will be easier to transition into a sexual state and escalate quicker, she’s going to expect it because you set the proper precedent.� If you set the� precedent of her being independent and smart, assuming you’re in power she will fit herself into that frame.�

On the other hand, if your target has the power not only are you screwed but she can set whatever precedent she wishes.� This is why most often guys get trapped into buying dinner and gifts.� The precedent has been set by his date that he is the provider and fittingly he should pay.� This obviously is not a good situation for a guy to be in because if this behaviour isn’t corrected soon (as in the first time it happens) it becomes increasingly difficult as time goes by to realign the interaction in your favour.

Both power and precedent feed off each other.� By establishing precedent of how future situations will be handled you gain power.� By having power you give yourself the ability to set the precedent.� This cycle is either working for you or against you.

Be aware and align the interaction so that you’re gaining power and setting the precedent.

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Why Pickup Artistry Makes The World A Better Place

It is in my strong opinion that pickup arts make the world a better place.� There is so much good and so little bad that comes from it that it would be hard to argue against such a statement.

Men don’t have it easy in this world.� We are pillars of support, often looked at for example and yet often scoffed at for our behavior.� According to this woman� “men are suffering”.�

Men are finally able to ask for help in regards to their lives.� They can ask for dating advice and get an answer other than the often fatally misinterpreted “be yourself”.� They can look to other men who have attraction and dating down to a science, rather than women who give answers based off intuition and misguided ideologies.� � Men can finally get their love lives under control, raising a sometimes non-existant pillar� for their lives.� More than ever they can pursue and obtain happiness.

Now, who are the men who pursue pickup arts?� Are they the players of the world?� The mysogynists?� Speaking for the vast majority of PUA’s, I’m going to say no.� The majority of men who pursue pickup art are the “nice guys”.� They are the men who would buy the flowers, take a woman to dinner, treat her like a princess and then at the end of the night be told that they should “just be friends”.� They’re the men who endlessly dream of the beautiful, smart, talented and loving girlfriend and yet never knew how to approach her or how to show her that he could be “the one”.� These men love women, and that’s why they want the skillset to be able to have them in their lives.� These are the men I teach.

Imagine a world where the nice guy (turned into an attractive man)� who appretiates a woman for more than her looks finally gets the girl instead of the asshole who she’d previously go for.� � That’s the world I’m trying to build.�

So what does this mean for women?� Well women� could now find themselves� with men who make them feel real.� Men who admire their personality and take the fact that they’re beautiful out of the equation.� Men who would treat them right and still not be boring to the point where the woman has to cheat to find a thrill.� Men who they could fall in love with, for real.

What could this mean for relationships and society?� Lower divorce rates?� Smarter relationships where people care about each other?� Kids being raised by fathers capable of raising them?� A more liberal view on sexuality and a world where women are allowed to be curious of it?� A realignment of the gene pool?� The possibilities are limitless.� All or none of this could happen.� This industry could change the world or it could be a fad.� No one knows.

I see nothing but a better world developing because of pickup arts.� I see a place filled with love instead of fear.� I see a trend towards acceptance and support rather than shame and embarressment.� I picture a world where men can finally be their best selves and have women love them for it.

I see blue skies, sunshine and lollypops.

A happy and optimistic Orleans, out.

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I’m Rape Protection

Atleast that’s what I told SocialWorker lastnight after asking her if she was hitting on my friend.

We were out� and ran a few good sets.� Went to another club to see DJ Jazzy Jeff’s set, it was pretty sick.� I don’t know what it was but the vibe of the club was really good.� It just felt smooth and relaxed and yet very high energy.� Interesting how a good DJ can light the room up and start the party where as a bad DJ makes people raise their eyebrows.

I’ve just recently become really curious about the dynamics of being a DJ.� Not too long ago I looked at them as just someone who would play the music in a way that it flows, but it’s so much more than that.� Being a DJ means you need to understand social dynamics so intently.� You have to pay attention to what the crowd is enjoying and what they don’t like and then play to those needs.� A DJ has to be fluid and smooth and yet energetic to keep the crowd going by example.� It’s an art form not so different from pickup arts.� That being said I can see why DJ’s get the hottest groupies.

We left the club to go back to our regular spot in search of more targets.� It was getting around closing time and we needed to work fast if we wanted to be able to bounce a set or two to the limo.

We get back to our regular spot with about an hour or so of solid time before the place starts really kicking people out.� We run a couple decent sets and start building rapport with some girls.�

I see my wing talking to this one girl by herself so I roll up in usual fashion and ask her if she’s hitting on my friend.� � She replies yes and I kindly inform her that she better not try any shit because I’m his rape protection.� This makes her laugh.� The conversation runs pretty normally� and I’m escalating kino.� I make her take my arm to promenade her to the front of the club to get ready for the bounce.

SocialWorker: “So how old are you?
Orleans: “Guess.”
SocialWorker: “Um I dunno.� 24?”
Orleans: “Hah I love you, no I’m not 24.”
SocialWorker: “Oh my god are you in your 40’s!?”
Orleans: “HAH!!� No girl I’m 20.”

At this moment SocialWorker drops my arm, stops dead in her tracks and looks at me with sad eyes and says “I’m so old.”� This girl is 22, not old at all.� I talk to her a bit more to remind her� of this� and meet her friends.� Orchestrate the bounce to the limo.� Run decently solid game.

SocialWorker and her friends are all from Labrador which is in the Maritimes.� This equates to a sick accent that I can’t stop listening to.� For the majority of the limo ride I’d just sit back with my arm around SocialWorker and listen to these girls yammer on about whatever they were talking about in their newfie accent.� Loved it.

Ended up getting home at about 5:20AM and had to leave the house at 6:40AM for school.� Gotta love the gauntlet.� I’m back at it again tonight but I have a nice post for you tomorrow.

Update:� GoldDigger sent/showed me some nudies.� This girl is a piece of work.� I’ve straight up called her a gold digger and compared her to infomercials.

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I Ain’t Sayin’ She’s A Gold Digger…

Actually, I am.

Monday morning around 3AM I was pulling my usual up late routine and was browsing Plenty Of Fish for new girls to send messages to.� I get a message from this� little ray of sunshine.� The message was “no ur not” making a stab at my tagline “I’m better at sex than you”.� I quickly remind the bitch that she’s wrong.� After taking a look at her profile I found that this girl is “looking for (her) prince”, “loves to cuddle” and then says “don’t message me if your broke, i can tell after 10 minutes of talking to you”.� Apparently her prince doesn’t live in a tent.� She gives me her msn.

After talking to this girl it became apparent to me that she was after one thing, money.� She wants a meal ticket.�

I used to think these girls didn’t exist.� That they were an urban myth.� Something that (if it did exist) only existed in LA or New York.� Holy shit was I ever wrong.�

On a bright note there� is� comedy value to be found though.� On MSN you have subnames which you can change, these were some of hers over the period that I’ve had her on my list:

Pay for my bus ticket and fuck, it’s that simple.
It’s a shame I’m getting hungry.
Can you afford this ass?

And my personal favourite:

I got in a fight with my mom, I want to run away.

She’s 21.

I’ve never met a girl who was up for the highest bidder, but I almost feel bad for her.� How can a girl go through her life having so little self respect and such a skewed view of the world that she’d give herself to a wallet and not to a heart.� I can’t imagine how shitty her life must be, how unhappy she must be.

Maybe she’s the smart one.� Maybe love is just business, and whoever makes the best deal wins at life.� I think I contemplated that for about 2 and a half seconds before laughing to myself.� Who am I kidding?� � This girl is. fucked. up.

I’m uncertain as to what I’m going to do about her, if anything.� She’s attracted.� As I was writing this she sent me a kiss emoticon on MSN.

I have an ear ache.

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Player Haters Beware

Last night was hilarious.� Long story short here are some of the events that took place.

My wing knocked over a� target’s drink.� Twice.� That’s right he bought her another drink after knocking over her� beer� and proceeded to knock� the new drink� over too.� He was also called on having read “The Game” by the same girl.� I couldn’t stop laughing.
I glanced over and saw a girl cringing her face after taking a sip of her drink.� I kind of laughed at her.� She gave me sour looks for the rest of the night.� She wore far too much eye makeup for me to give a shit about her weak approach invitations.
We opened a two set and one of them recognized me from Canada Day.� Apparently they’re friends with a close girl friend of mine.� Good times.
Got a number of a cute blonde by playing the promoter card for a show this Thursday.� Wrote it down on one of the promotional cards and put it on the dash of the car.
Pulled up to a two set inside their car.� Got them to roll down their window to talk to them and played the promoter role and gave them a promotional card.� They ask us if that’s his number on the card.� We get confused and they tell us that theres a number written on the card under the name “Blonde from car.”� Shit.� I hop out of the car and grab the card from them and give them a new one.� They won’t show up on Thursday.
We were at a red light and some player haters in the cab, stopped at the light beside us, decide to give my wing the finger because we happen to be driving a Porsche.� My wing rolls down his window and asks them how the 95 route is doing these days.� For those who aren’t from here, the 95 is the main bus route that runs through the city.� This makes the girl who is with them laugh.� Player haters beware, we come prepared.�

All in all a fun night out.� Nothing too serious developed and that’s ok because I’ve got a busy week coming up.� I’m sad my spring break is over but I keep reminding myself that in two months I’ll be done college forever.

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Enlightenment And A Limo Makeout

I think I may have run into something that could drasticly shape the way the industry looks at calculated seduction� and how students of it will learn and observe interaction.� When I read� about this on Thursday� I didn’t realize the potential impact� but yesterday I did some more research and it hit me how revolutionary this could be if done properly so I’ve been investing some time and research into it.� No hints sorry!

In addition to that I’ve started to lift weights, nothing major yet but some upper body work to get a little less skinny and a little more powerful.� I can definitely see why people get addicted to lifting, I feel incredibly huge and powerful after lifting some weights.� The psychological benefits are astounding and I’m going to try my best to keep up and develop� this regiment.

One of my wings got back into town lastnight so we took the limo out and did some bar hopping.� We ran a couple of killer sets but it seemed to be one of “those” nights when no matter what you do something gets fucked up and ruins the pull.� At the end of the night we managed to pull a couple numbers and I made out with the target of a three set of girls we pulled off the street into the limo.� I ran some elementary fluff on how she� was twice as bad because she was half german/half italian and she was instantly into me (and incredibly drunk).� She starts rubbing my arm and holding onto me while we’re all talking and she turns to me and asks if she can kiss me on the cheek.� Me being a gentleman I obliged with her request.� She then then asks me if she can kiss me on the lips.� I, again maintaining my gentleman status, fascilitate this behavior and a makeout ensues.

All in all a good night.� Tonight we’re going out again and then I have a date tomorrow afternoon which is going to be a bitch to wake up for.� Hard life, right?� Hope to have more stories and pearls of wisdom for you tomorrow.

“I’m Ron Burgandy,� fuck you� San Diego.”

Orleans out.

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Average Frustrated Chick

Thoughts On Leaving “The Game”

Date From Hell

What Makes A Great Seduction Coach

Power And Precedent

Why Pickup Artistry Makes The World A Better Place

I’m Rape Protection

I Ain’t Sayin’ She’s A Gold Digger…

Player Haters Beware

Enlightenment And A Limo Makeout

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