MAC GETS A WIN: MAC PULLS A GORGEOUS GIRL FROM THE CLUB (NO LAY, BUT DATE VERBALLY AGREED)
FRIDAY 13/08/2021
ACTION POINTS
-Gym (DONE)
-Core (DONE)
-Go to get Cranial Sacral Therapy session done (DONE)
-Check into hotel (DONE)
-Cold Approach: At night, solo, talk to 50 girls tonight! (DONE, at girl 19, I basically pulled – we had a great conversation, made out, and just hung out until the end of the night. We drunkely agreed to a date next Sat)
-Follow meal plan: Will be a bit harder today as I’m travelling but will do my best (DONE)
Hit the gym, came home, had breakfast, and prepped 360g of chicken thigh and 300g of rice. Marinated the meat in the morning, just chucked it on the smart grill and jumped in the shower. Showered off, put the food in the cooler in the back of my car, and hit the road to go to my Cranial Sacral Therapy session.
Took 2 hrs to drive to the little village where a wonderful Irish lady run a natural healing centre. The session was interesting, I will make a video about it. It lasted an hour, and then I jumped back in the car and went to Oxford.
Checked into the hotel, and went for a walk for 2 hours. Oxford is a beautiful city. Lovely people, nice, professional, affluent middle-class place. Great guys, and of course, amazing, beautiful girls.
Power of Location
The legend Thebastard once told me, location can make or break you. You need to observe every little thing about your location and how women respond to you. You need to be somewhere where women are actively interested in you. If you’re not, you get on a plane, and you move. It’s that simple.
So I arrive in Oxford, check into the hotel, and begin to see beautiful women. I am staying in a guest house outside the main hotel, and as I am trying to find it, a very nice middle age gentleman asks if I’m lost. I tell him I am, and he rightly assumes I am looking for the guest houses – which he points out. I thank him, and walk over to them, they’re only 15 seconds away. I rightly identify the house, put the key in, and his two little boys (8 or 9 years old) cheer as I find the right house. So wholesome lol. Right off the bat, I notice how friendly people are here.
I unpack my stuff, head back over to my car which is parked in the main hotel, and get my g
food out the cooler. I ask the hotel owner if I can use the microwave, which they approve, and I eat lunch in the garden. I type the macros in, and notice I still have 300kcal to achieve the days goal. I decide I will pick something up on the walk that will follow.
Taking onboard Thebastard thoughts, I am walking around, and I notice: my god, women are looking at me. I am wearing a nice Ralph Lauren shirt, top few buttons open, with a silver compass pendant, a nice Michael Kors chronographic watch, black jeans, and a pair of black boots. For aftershave, I’ve got Versace blue jeans on. On day 1, women were stealing a few sideways glances. I was 218.6lbs that morning, so I am getting leaner, and muscle tissue is being built. I am happy to be around nice women. Beautiful not just in the physical sense, but the way they are carrying themselves, the way they’re dressed, the way they speak, it’s just lovely. They are warm and friendly. They’re conducting themselves with grace and dignity, and they’re articulate and well spoken. It’s the little things that I notice. The energy they are putting out, the vibe. I notice these things, I am actually highly sensitive to it and very observant as a person – I notice a lot, more than most actually.
So I keep walking around, go through a big mall, and here and there, I notice women looking at me. One in particular stands out, she was a pretty chick, Eastern European looking, she looked at me and kind of did the face I do when I see someone I really wanna fuck. It’s kind of a grimace, you know what I mean. When I was very lean and handsome at 22-23, I used to get this look a lot – back then women would just straight up tell me I was handsome. If I lost 40lbs, I may experience that again – maybe….a lot has happened.
I pick up 2 protein bars to make up the final 300kcal, and go back to my room.
I kid you not, as I am nearing the place, A WOMAN APPROACHED ME!
I was walking down, she was with her friend, and she turned to me and said “Hi!”. I was so stunned I didn’t know what to say, and kept walking.
I cannot believe this, but in Oxford, I actually got approached by a lovely woman. She was a tall girl, which is amazing, I’m 6 ft 5 so all tall girls should come to me, I will love them deeply and make sure all their needs as a human are met.
I arrive at my room, and think, holy shit, this is different from what I am used to.
I lay down for a bit, watching this great video made by this amazing lady who I watch on YouTube. She has a great personality, and of course very pretty. She has nice woman energy, which is one of the most important things for me when it comes to being wife material:
https://youtu.be/ShbZhnEPecc
Women who are expressive, interesting, passionate, are everything to me. I don’t care where you’re from, you can be from East Africa, Japan, the Bay of Bengal – I don’t give a fuck. Just love when a woman can really express herself, be vulnerable in your presence, and allow you to really connect to each other in a way that heals and soothes both souls. That is the goal in life.
David Goggins is pretty much my hero. I fucking idolise this man. I personally believe God had to create him as a messenger, because at this moment in time, there are so many humans who are in such pain, and God had to build this man to help strengthen the human animal to be able to bear the burden of life with grace and dignity.
I watch this video, and realise, for David, his crucible was the military. Mine will be approaching women. I know I need to speak to 50 girls tonight.
ANYWAY
I rest up for a bit, kcals are now hit, so I write up the day’s action points on my paper diary and send a screenshot to my physique coach for the evening check in.
I then go out! It’s around 9pm, I head to the local pub on my own, get a beer, and go sit at a table in the beer garden. The conversation amongst the people is well mannered and civilised. It’s a different energy from back home.
I enjoy a pint, and then head to the next location. I head to the rooftop bar @drz reccomended, but it’s guest list only, and they’re fully booked. No worries. I walk around, find another pub, and order a double whiskey and coke. Knock it back, and get talking to some guys.
I then head to the club! I go to a venue that’s playing techno, which I enjoy, and meet a few guys. We really connect, we have a great conversation and enjoy some drinks. The DJ gives me a free pass to get to the other side of the venue. They let me in. And I begin approaching!!!
So, keep in mind, I have been going on approaching for a few weeks now, all in the West Mids. Every girl I talk to is super unreceptive, scared, really standoffish, and to be honest, most of them are absolutely disgusted and repulsed. They look at me with a really dirty look when I tell them I think they’re pretty, etc. These are people who mostly won’t amount to shit in life and will just get old and be mediocre. Arrogant shit to say, but it’s true. My needs will not be met there, 30 years of this has sent the message home.
In the Canary Islands, I approached for 11 days, and not 1 girl said a word to me – just ignored.
APPROACH TIME
1. The first girl I approach is a pretty Indian chick. I actually ask her a question about the venue, which was indirect and lame, but she is kinda weird about it. But still, I notice, she is still pretty chill and cool. She’s with a bunch of her friends, and they’re all quite cool about it. I notice they reacted differently to how they do in the West Mids.
2. Then, I see an absolutely beautiful black woman, and approach her. She stops what she’s doing (she’s with her 3 friends), and is receptive. She tells me she’s going for a smoke, and that I should come, so I go downstairs and we have a conversation. Ask her about hobbies, tell her about myself, it was fun.
3. Chicks on a hen do! I talk to these girls for a while. The girl who is getting married becomes my love guru. I tell her I want to be married, can she give me some tips? We talk for a while, she looks at my dating profiles, etc. Her friends are also chiming in. They tell me I am an attractive guy, and the reason I am single is nothing to do with me – they told me I would make a great husband and Dad, and I just need to be myself. Standard women advice of course, lol, but they were such nice girls. I thanked them for the convo and left.
4. Said hi, she was nice
5. High five, fairly nice
6. High five, unreported
7. Talked to very gorgeous Indian girl, fucking sexy as hell. I sometimes smoke socially when out drinking, and gave her a cig. We chat, but she has to go find her friends – she says she will come find me later.
8. High five, nice girl, unreceptive
9. Talked to a girl on her own, she was ok
10. Half assed open unreceptive
11. High five, very nice girl
12. Opened by a group of very hot, very sexy girls, they are dancing with me, taking pictures with me, one starts recording me dancing with her friends for her snapchat, I ask one, can I give you a hug, she is super smiley and nice and says hell, I give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead like the tender motherfucker I am.
13. Approach girl 13, she’s unreceptive, she sat on the table outside the dancefloor on her own all night. She appeared to be in a depressed state. I gave her a peck on the lips. She was quite weird.
14. Nice black chick from Norway, gave me a hug
15. High fived a chick, tried to dance, unreceptive
16. Nice girl, she gave me a hug
17. Approached girl she was very confused
18. Gave me a hug nice girl
19. Girl 19, receptive, beautiful girl, we chat, we make out, she has a gorgeous ass which is where my hands are the whole time (if you read my log, you will know I am a lover of the female behind), her friends come out, she kisses me goodbye, and we agree to a date next sat
WHAT?
DID MAC JUST PULL?
YES, HE FUCKING DID.
I started clubbing at 18. I went out from 18-20 just being a hero getting yucky with the boys. From 20-24, I approached girls. From 24-26, I was destroyed as a human, in mind, body and soul. From 26, I began to build myself back up.
And at 30, I finally got to know the feeling of making a connection with a beautiful woman on the dance-floor, her taking you by the hand, and you both walking out the club together. I got to know the feeling of other men looking at you, like damn. I got to know the feeling of all the bouncers looking at me as I left with this lovely girl. In my life, so many times I saw other guys succeed with women, many times I saw other men take women home, and I wondered, when will I know how that feels like?
Let’s just break this down.
So, I’m dancing, and see two girls on the side. They’re dancing away, one is a taller chick (5 ft 8), has lovely long brown hair, and looks great in her dress. I notice her looking at me a little. Nothing major, just a little.
I dance for a bit, and they both walk off the dance floor. I just wander off too as it’s super late and the floor was sparse. So, I see these chicks standing near the dance floor, the taller girl is there and her friend is kind of near her side. I approach the girl. I’m really warm, smiley, and friendly – I just wanted to say hi to this stunner. I was convinced she would reject me immediately. Guess what? She is receptive. We are chatting, I tell her about myself, she is listening, I tell her about my hobbies, she tells me about hers, she shows me a pic of her surfing. This girl is so pretty, her body is just perfect, really lovely shapely legs, a lovely, juicy ass, facially very pretty, but the thing above everything is she has really amazing nice woman energy. She is sweet, genuine, warm, and she is like swaying there talking to me, looking so serene, like a god damn mermaid or something. How she talks is really expressive, and looking into her eyes, it reduced some of my emotional pain. I ask her, are you single. She smiles and says yes.
“Shall we go sit over there?” she says.
We sit down, and we keep chatting, She really impresses me with her attitude and outlook, and I just needed to sit down and talk with someone like her so so bad, I just needed this experience and I am grateful. I gently grab the back of her head and tenderly kiss her forehead. We keep chatting. We make out briefly, nothing major.
“Shall we go outside?” she says, so we take each other by the hand, and leave the venue.
It occurs to me that I have never done this before in my life.
She sits us down on an area of the side-walk a few meters down from the venue. We keep chatting. I tell her about my life, she tells me about hers, I tell her about my ambitions and aspirations, and she tells me the most attractive thing in a guy for her is ambition. I have that in spades. I tell her all the things I am working on, just let her know, and she has a big smile on her face. The whole time, I have my hand on her lovely ass. She looks me in the eyes and I know we’re about to kiss, I put my hand on the back of her neck very softly, and take the other hand and gently caress her cheek. We kiss, briefly, and keep talking. She tells me more about her life, her parents separated, her Mum is super creative and is writing a novel, I tell her I am a reader and am well read: “My Mum will really like you”. That puts a smile on my face.
I tell her I will take her for a drink next Sat, and she agrees. I will message her tomorrow, and hope she will reply. She tells me her friends are coming out, and she will be going home with them, she is staying with her girlfriend and will be sleeping in her bed tonight. Her girlfriend and a guy arrive, I greet them both, and they are arranging a cab to get home. So, the cab arrives, and my girl gets up to leave, she makes out with me briefly, and I say I will take you for a drink next Sat, she says OK. We hug, and they get in the cab.
I walk off, victorious. I run into several guys who I met and socialised with that night, and we are having a great time, laughing, just drunken stuff.
I walk back to the hotel, get in bed, and think to myself: holy fuck, I am just a guy like everybody else, and I too can make it.
I woke up the next day, sure I got very little sleep, but I just felt like the pain that I have carried for most of my life was lighter somehow. Just a bit lighter. I felt proud of myself. I had breakfast at the hotel, and then walked around Oxford for about an hour and a half. I really love the place, stunning architecture everywhere, nice people, pretty and lovely girls, just a decent place for a human who has some substance and value to give the world.
Here, I got 5 Bumble matches, a few Tinder matches, and the girls who I approached stunned me by how nice they were. Some of these ladies were truly beautiful, and they would high give you, smile, and just be open and nice. They were so adorable to me and put a massive smile on my face.
And for the first time in my life, a woman was really attentive, paid attention to me, and gave me space to explore building a connection with her.
I walked around the city, and just felt like I am a man like everyone else. I am also capable of confidence in myself, I am also capable of being sexually attractive, I have these energies in me, and I can bring them out.
I took today (Sat) off to really reflect and internalise things.
For most of my life, when it came to women, all I ever knew was defeat.
For the first time in my life, I was victorious, and now, I know, I WILL MAKE IT.
One day, I will be rich as fuck, and there will be a picture on my wall of me, with an unshakeable masculine presence, built like a god damn greek god, 6 ft 5, jacked and shredded, and next to me with be my beautiful wife, and underneath them, will be our children. One day, I will look at that picture, and I will now: I made it.
Until that day, I will grind.
LESSONS LEARNED: LOCATION MATTERS
So, now I know how I fucked up my dating life.
I stayed in the general area I was born, pretty much, and got what I always had got: absolutely nothing. The place I am working in right now is very industrial, working class, and sorry to say something as classist as this, but full of chavs. Again, I feel bad saying that, because I am actually from humble beginnings myself, although I did achieve class mobility and went to a relatively elite University, took professional jobs, etc, nonetheless, there is a reason why every time I approach a girl in the West Mids, they are deeply unreceptive. Much of the time, they’re kind of borderline scowling chavs, and being able to speak articulately is something that is considered quite alien round her. These are not really ambitious people seeking affluence or to be anything in this world. They resonate with a different energy.
I was never going to get my needs met her. The other people from around here who were bright and hard working fucked off to London and made something of themselves.
I will now do the same.
I am not cold approaching in the day any-more, as it is not viable in my city, and the surrounding cities also fuck major balls. The West Mids as a region is a place I have done fucking terribly, and I am not hurting myself any further and getting any more negative reinforcement.
I am going down South, and I will start my life again there, get an elite dating life, and find the one I want to make my wife. In 2 years time, I want to be in a serious relationship, in 3 or 4 years time, I want to be married and start having children. By 35, it’s my goal to have built wealth, be earning 6 figures, be married, and have 1 or 2 children. In total, I would like 4 children.
I will keep approaching at night, Friday and Sat. What I am going to have to do is, I am going to have to drive out Fri and Sat night, and go approach in other places, some of these may be pretty far! I will make it easier for myself by getting the odd hotel here and there, but otherwise, I will invest in myself and make the effort to travel to different places and approach where I will be able to find receptive women.
So, there you go. It took A LOT of fucking work to have that experience last night, trust me, IT TOOK A LOT! I had to fucking grind hard for so many months, I had to lose 30lbs, I had to start approaching and working on dating apps daily, training hard, working with therapists, hiring a physique coach, coaching with Andy, working with accountability partners. The shit was hard work, but look at me now, it is starting to work.
I know it is not going to be too long before I enjoy my first real, authentic sexual experience.
KEEP ATTACKING,
MAC
I won't mind if she ghosts, it's totally OK, I understand it's part of the process.