BRISTOL: NIGHT #1 (MAC’S SPRINT WEEK)
Arrive, check in, and relax for a bit.
Mood wise, I do lift. That night on Saturday was a bit rough.
To survive this game, IF you’re lacking in the basic pillars of attraction (preselection), YOU NEED THICK, ALLIGATOR SKIN.
Part of me has to stress this, for ethical and mental health reasons, for managing my own expectations, and also to serve as an ongoing reminder for myself.
Mindset that works here: Absolute hustlemania.
You HAVE to have tolerance to extremely negative behaviours and actions. You get strong and you plough and plough and fucking plough.
That is improvement. Being so god damn tough that you can get the fuck knocked out of you psychologically, and just keep going, this is one sign of extreme mental strength.
One of my best mates, V, who is a total savage entrepreneur, told me this: “Ravi, you realise that your level of resolve is not normal. You’ve approached 5000 women and gotten nowhere. Do you understand that you can take over a country with a mind like that?”
That was sincerely one of the best compliments I have ever received in my life. I have thought about that a lot.
Some of the things that FUCKED ME OVER, also became sources of strength.
Sheer, sheer persistence. Not quitting. Just fucking ploughing.
BRISTOL DAY #1: NIGHT GAME
Meet up with a guy from a group. He is just the coolest guy ever. We bonded a lot over the night, and became friends. He’s a recently divorced Lithuanian fella, who has a small son. He’s 34 and got into game last year. He’s getting some success here. We talked a lot, had great conversations, and it’s clear we like each other a lot. So he drove me around, showed me all the locations, told me where to go, on what night, and we had a killer night together. We also met up with another guy from said group, lovely 19 year old chap. Us 3 had a great night together, just bonding, getting to know each other, sharing, expressing, and that is really what I enjoyed about the night.
A group of girls hanging out smoking is approached. I wade in. They’re just talking normally, like normal, friendly people. After the past 2 years, I am so taken aback by this. I have not seen this type of behaviour for a long time. I think it’s because they were young students, just in a good spot. They were chill and nice. I needed this.
We bounce around, can’t find much volume, the good spots are students only.
We head to a pub, and there’s volume
1 – Group of 2 girls walking away, very pretty, chatted and bantered a bit but didn’t stop. Still nice, and that put a massive smile on my face, fuck, this feels good. JUST to be able to talk, to have even a short friendly conversation, this is great.
2 – Group of 3 girls. They’re not receptive to the open, but I plough and they let me chat. They’re awkward and not vibing at all, but they’re talking and it’s amusing me like fuck. I am getting social and excited. They tell me they all have boyfriends, which is probs why they were a bit like wut. They are honestly nice and we chat, but these are clearly quite weird awkward nerdy types, so I wish them well and move.
This does a lot for lifting my state.
3 – Group of 2. One gal is OK looking, the other very overweight. Chat, and flow, again, they are just speaking normally. It’s awesome! We joke, banter, and it’s fun. I push for the exchange with the one gal, she tells me she has a bf. All good!
4 – They tell me they are having a conversation. I say that’s fine. They were actually normal about it though, they spoke to me just fine, and weren’t totally aggressive and hostile. Interesting.
We did all the available sets here tbh. Onto the next venue.
We explore, but there’s nothing viable. It’s Monday night, it’s dead.
We had to just go to a nightclub. This was a student night, so 18-20 year olds. High energy monkey game only. Bullshit. But nowhere else to go. We enter.
We’re figuring it out, and are trying to flow to places where we can stop people to talk. There isn’t really a viable situation here for us imo. But we try for a while. We avoid the main dance floor initially.
5 – Approach, she’s kinda confused, but high fives me, hugs me, and then some guy runs over. Done.
6 – Blowout.
7 – Blowout.
Onto the main floor.
8 – Very overweight chick with some gay guys dances with us. I try to escalate purely to see. She pulls back. That’s enough of her.
9, 10, 11: Just attempts to get the odd gal on the dancefloor to dance. Hard and aggressive blowouts.
12: Again, back to Saturday night, these 3 girls were totally insane. I approach, try to dance, they take one look at me and just lose their shit. They’re aggressively sticking their fingers up, putting them in my face, and just losing it. I kinda stand there and just watch them. Something interesting then happens….Their friend then walks over, and tells them they shouldn’t do that. I was super surprised by this. She told them to dance with me, because I may be a nice guy. They looked at me, looked back at her and just went HELL NO, and shook their heads in disgust. She then kinda told me, it’s OK, and gave me a hug. This was so curious. Never seen anything like this before.
After that, it’s blowout central. Nothing to report.
We leave @ 130am and debrief a little.
Notes:
Remember, my criteria for a SUCCESSFUL week here, is ONE meaningful interaction, that is, something being exchanged. Number, makeout, just SOMETHING that is non-trivial.
Dating apps wise, shitshow. Moribund & dead.
I did get the odd lead, but couldn’t get anything nailed down. They seem to respond once every week or 2, so clearly not really trying to take. Weird.
Back on the horse today. Will work hard, do some day game, and nail night game again, this time a different venue.
Venue matters, nightclubs are a recipe for blowout after blowout. You need to be somewhere which people are actually talking and mingling in.
I’ll do this experiment honestly and sincerely. I will reserve judgement until Sunday.
POSITIVE SELF TALK,
MAC