Why Learning An Asian Language is Crucial

We’re about halfway through the Olympic Games in Beijing, and the world is beginning to notice Asia. After the stellar opening ceremonies, the massive changes Beijing went through to get ready for the Olympics, and the sheer amount of compliance it got (through whatever means) is phenomenal. For the first time in the modern age, the world is beginning to accept the idea that Asia will dominate the world.

And, as someone who loves Asian women, this is a wonderful thing.

It’s ironic, almost, that these games came at such a time. As the Euro stands strong, the great American superpower is slowly becomes less dominant, less powerful, and heading on a path to a more moderate living. Gas prices are high, the cost of constantly comfort and instant satisfaction are biting back, and people are now having to make wiser choices for food, for travel, and for work.

Now, as you’re reading this, you are almost certainly interested in Asia. Like me, I’m sure you tell people it’s “the culture,” or “the movies”, or “it’s difference from the West.” That’s cool. People like to hear those things, but really, you like Asian girls. Cheers to that brother! We’re on the same team.

All things considered, now is the best time in the world to start learning an Asian Language. As the world begins to shift from West to East, the economic centers will shift from New York, London, and Paris to Hong Kong, Tokyo, and Seoul. The world will begin watch more Chinese action films, Japanese animation, and Bollywood musicals. Even Snoop Dogg himself is catching the drift.

And even with all this going on (and China with a strong lead to win the most gold in the Olympics) most people will never take any steps to increase their happiness or their personal success. Even within our circle, that of *ahem* “Asian Fetishists”, only a handful will ever even attempt learning an Asian Language. Needless to say, you can simply get more women of higher quality when you speak their language. That’s the power of the smooth foreign guy.

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

If you learn a Asian tongue, on top of speaking English, you will be an amazing asset to the Asian business world. As it stands, English has invariably become the international trade language, as well as dominant language of business in America, Europe, and India. You’ll never be without a job, or without connections.

When you have it mastered, not only will the range of jobs you have expand, but the places you can live will expand. Now, instead chasing Asian-American girls (most of which don’t even hit a 6 compared to Asian-born Asian girls), you can live in a place literally 99% Asian women, and other 1% of women are cool with Asian culture. Imagine that!

Most important of all, in spite of all the other perks that come with learning a new language, is that learning a new language forever changes the way you think. In learning the characters, the sounds, the culture, your mind will literally reshape itself and form around these new thoughts in concepts. You will learn more about yourself, more about the world, and truly be able to see another culture through a totally different set of eyes. There is nothing like it.

And there’s also the girls.

My Japan Syndrome

Since I’ve had some time back from Japan, I would like to share with you one of the most interesting and strangest “disease” that I’ve encountered concerning foreigners in Japan. I’ve spent time talking about this with some friends, both Japanese and non-Japanese, about what I call My Japan Syndrome.

As a foreigner, coming to Japan is one of the most exotic and wild places that one could visit ever. In America, Japan is only known for Godzilla, Sushi, wild game shows, packed subway cars, and anime. Add in a hint of mysticism (Zen Buddhism), a incredibly ADD pop culture, and a booming economy, you have the recipe for one of the most interesting places in world. Hands down.

As such, there is a flourishing tourism industry in Japan, bringing in over 8 million people in 2007. More so, over 1 million of those tourists were from an English-speaking country including about 800,000 from America. (Japan National Tourist Association)

With this huge flow of tourists, you get people from all walks of life - business men, experienced world travelers, wandering old folks, Asian fetishists (like me) - all coming to see the wonder that is Japan.

Everyone wants to see the magnificent Shinto temples in Kamakura, walk in the hectic Shibuya crossing, eat sushi at Tsukiji, party in Roppongi, and top it off by relaxing in a gorgeous Onsen.

And that is fucking awesome!

The best part is, almost every person that comes through Japan, probably about 70%, come with a sense of curiousity and wonder that allows them to fully enjoy everything that Japan has to offer. I can proudly say that all the Japan-based foreign players fall into this category, and stay like this throughout their stay.

But there is another 30% - these are the ridiculous “My Japan” people.

Consider Anime, one of the nerdiest hobbies imaginable, is central to Japanese culture. Although it has become increasingly popular, it is often summed up as

“… a haven for arrested-development pervs who like watching battling robots, tentacle porn, and big-eyed, saccharine magical girls with a tendency to lose their clothes whenever they change costumes.”

On top of that, there is the abundance of obscure cultural references and complicated comedic Japanese wordplay that is incorporated into anime, there is a plethora of knowledge that needs to be consumed to understand it completely. And then, there’s the more-often-than-not hilarious practice of Cosplaying.

As cool as Japan is, it has a nerdy power level of over 9000. Anime, video games, obscure culture, as cool as they are by themselves, are corruptible. Since all readily available and easily consumed from the comfort of your home, all over the internet, and requires no friends to enjoy, they become, like all things nerdy, fragmented, obsessed upon, and wholly annoying.

So what happens?

Most of these nerds / otaku /etc take Japanese culture to the extreme. They’ve read the wikipedia article, it’s suggested reading, Japan-Guide, and every gaijin-run site there is (include this one you’re reading). They accumulate this knowledge, talk about it in My Japan forums, and actually, honest to God, try to become Japanese. And when they blog, they talk about My Visit to Japan or just My Japan.

When you’re in Japan you’ll encounter these people, and if you’re having fun, they’re the opposite of it. If you’re invited to a Yukata party, and wearing a traditional Japanese dress, they’re going to come up to you and tell you how much you disrespect Japanese culture. If you’re talking to Japanese people you don’t know, they stare at you for “breaking social code” and being rude. Worst of all, you have a hardtime with chopsticks, they’re going to lecture you.

At Japanese language schools, My Japan kids are everywhere. They imagine they’re Naruto, they are incredibly condescending about your grammatical mistakes, and just piss all over every little thing you do.

The funny thing is, my Japan people never talk to Japanese people. They’ll never “break the peace” of their sacred Japan by interrupting a Japanese person’s busy and important life, or even attempt their Japanese skills. If they come out of their rooms and socialize at all, they stick in cliques of all other My Japan people, and fart around Japan, mentally masturbating about Japanese culture and “what’s so different about it.”

At the end of their trip to Japan, they’ve met maybe 5 other foreigners, can say “I would like a beer” in Japanese, and visited several maid cafe’s. That’s it.

Why should you care?

If you’re studying abroad, going on a vacation, or intending to work in Japan, it is my highest suggestion to avoid these people, or, if you’re in the process of becoming one, stop. Japan is one of the most interesting places in the world, with one of the coolest cultures, the nicest people, and the hottest girls. It also has some of the most interesting cartoons, games, and other junk, but the most fun is found with the people that live there.

If you want the most from your experience, branch out, meet other happy, fun loving foriegners who are genuinely curious about Japan, and meet locals. Pick up the girls and go wild with them. Do cultural stuff, get involved, and don’t let these naysayers stop you. Too many people get caught up in this My Japan trap that would otherwise be incredible, awesome, and fucking cool people to hang out with.

And if this hasn’t convinced you, watch this and it will.

An American Vacation

Dear Sushi and Seduction Readers,

As of last week, I have returned to America for a short vacation. Since I am in the middle of university, I have another semester of courses to take in America before I can head back to Japan to graduate. For me, this is amazing.

And I’ll tell you why.

As much as Japan was an amazing experience, and surely the place I want to spend the rest of my life, there are some things I want to work on. While I was in Japan, I learned a lot about the culture and the people, while also learning about the areas that I want to improve on.

Mostly, this is in speaking Japanese.

So, for the next six months, I will focus my blog on three things. First, I will focus on seducing Japanese girls in the United States. Second, I will focus on learning Japanese and the methods I am using to do so. Third, I will focus on some ways to plan and learn about going to Japan without becoming a complete loser (and it’s harder than you’d think).

Surely, there will be lots of cool stuff coming, including more lay reports and more cool Japan-based stuff.

If you have any comments or questions, feel free to e-mail me:

emergency.nampa@gmail.com

Best,

Emergency

FR: “America’s Birthday” Karaoke Bounce

Yesterday was the 4th of July. An awesome American holiday of food, fun, and fireworks that Japan totally missed out on. Obviously, this was a perfectly awesome reason to celebrate being American, foreign, and have a good time.

It’s a hard thing to translate “Independence Day” into Japanese, since there is no equivalent but the boring “memorial day of independence”  (独立記念日 -　どくりつきねんひ　dokuritsu-kinenhi). It also doesn’t carry the punch that the English expression does, so Bluewall and I simply called it “America’s Birthday” （アメリカの誕生日 -　アメリカのたんじょうび　amerika no tanjoubi）.

Now, I don’t usually endorse drinking, because it does nothing for your game except give you “liquid courage.” This was an exception. It was America’s Birthday, and drinking heavily is part of the tradition.

We got into the spirit. We had some home made shirts (read: marker on white shirts) with pro-American slogans, two handles of Jack Daniel’s, and some other toys to play with. We would proclaim the day “America’s Birthday” to everyone we would see, and just be a wild couple of gaijin.

After a few hours of wandering the streets, and some video games, we were on top of the world. We talked to everyone and anyone, and rocked every set. One Japanese-American girl “loved our style,” introduced us to tons of different girls, and then, her boyfriend. Knowing that apathy is sexy, I ignored the boyfriend, and pressed on having fun and macking her. She ate it up.

Later that night, she pulled me outside, and admitted that she “really liked me.” She was a very alpha girl, so I knew that this was a direct way for her to let me know she was down. I smiled, told her to kiss me, and she did.

Emergency: “You’re really awesome too, except for your boyfriend.”

HBJap-Am: “I know, but, I dunno-”

Emergency: “I have to go, but come her next week without him. I want to see you again.”

On that note, I left with Bluewall, only to return a couple hours later to get more drinks.

In corner of my eye, I saw this cute, skinny, short haired Japanese girl. Even through the pouty face she made, she had adorable little eyes, a funky style, and some sexy knee highs. When our eyes met, she was trapped, talking to some boring salary men, and was visibly irritated. Time to go!

I approached her, we talked, and when she started doing the “question game” I strongly told her: “You’re my girlfriend for 5 minutes.” She was taken aback, sort of pissed off, and didn’t want to to do it. I started accusing her of always starting fights, being whiny, and not being good in bed. She complained more and more.

Didn’t matter - I pushed through and quickly she began to love it.

Soon, we had hardcore kino going on, and I seeded going to Karaoke. Her friend was with her in the Salaryman trap, but ignored us entirely. Perfect. With that, I grabbed her hand, and we went to karaoke. I knew it was on.

When we got into Karaoke, my drunkenness got the best of me. Had I not been chipping away at two bottles of Jack Daniel’s amongst other things, going for the kill might have not been too difficult. Soon enough, I forgot to do Kino, focused entirely on the lyrics to “Polyrhythm,” and forgot what was going on.

And that’s when the window of oppurtunity closed.

After that song, I made a playlist of Green Day and Michael Jackson (terrible mood music), switched to making out with her, and then switched back to singing. I was clearly trashed, and she lost interest. At the end of the hour (or maybe it was a half hour), we came back and just shrugged it off. She started talking to some other guys (with the same intentions, I’m sure ), and I crashed at my friend’s place.

It’s all good. I’m going to a beach tomorrow!

5 Things I Did Well

1. Bounced - This is my first solid bounce after learning the powers of seeding. I was suprized at how easy it was, and how well things went because of it. Litterally, she was a different person in the Karaoke room. Bouncing is key.
2. Forced Framing- Making assumptions and playing riduclous role playing is incredibly fun, Alpha, and says all the right things at the same time. Regardless of the girl’s qualms last night, I pushed through and was close to a one night stand because of it.
3. Kino - “I got to second base dude!” Nah - besided the drunkenness getting in the way, the kino was consistent, Alpha, and smooth.
4. “Being the Party” - There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Bluewall and I were the most fun people there. Hands down. Every set we went into, we made it more fun, and really, made the world a better place.
5. Smiling - I smiled like it was my job. Smiling all the time feels good, even if it hurts your face.

5 Things I Will Improve on Next Time

1. Not Drinking - Drinking is an expensive cructh. It was a holiday, so it was worth it, but it was otherwise a bad idea.
2. Relaxing - I lost my flow when I was drunk and started getting tense about it. Had I had clear mind, or had relaxed about the situation, it would have been done with.
3. Posture - Slouching, leaning in, and messing my state are all faces of the same problem. It’s and easy fix that just takes time.
4. Loving Obstacles - Some sets had girls that just weren’t happy with meeting me. I know I’m awesome, fun, and interesting, so I want to be able to have them know it too and have fun with me.
5. More girls! - I went for it, whiffed, and let it end my night. Next time, it’s gonna be on the whole time.

“You’re Thinking Too Little/ Much”

Have you ever been told that you “think too little”?

Or have you been told that you “think too much”?

I can almost guarantee that anyone reading this has only been told the latter of the two, and for good reason. Yet, if you really think about, when was the last time someone said to anyone “Man, you think to little.”Or even “Seriously dude, use your head.”

Rare, if ever.

I’ve probably only been told to “use my head” once in my lifetime, and that was after I crashed my bike after launching off the roof of a building. I cut up my leg, my arm, and ruined my bike for what I was hoping would be a “sweet stunt.” Then, when I talked to my friend, he forgot to press record.

“Seriously dude, you’re thinking too little.”

In Western culture, we have such a huge emphasis on education that education itself often blinds us. It is now nearly required for all adults to graduate college with at least a Bachelor’s degree to get a halfway decent job.

In that time you’re in college, every student is required to take core classes in science, language, philosophy, ethics, et cetera. Some schools have programs that plan out every class you need to take in your college career. Others even go as far as to require you to minor in a different program, so that you learn more.

Why?

They want you to be well-rounded.

What this means, in short, is to be exposed to as much material as possible. It means to learn about as much from the world as possible. This means to take what’s going on in the real world, using another thinker’s perspective and seeing the world that way. It means to know about what’s going on, and be able to work with it.

The idea is that, the more you learn, the more you’ll earn.

And learning, in school, is simply a process of dissecting.

There is of course, benefits to dissecting ideas. You learn to be able to deal with the problems that are apparently overwhelming, and be able to break them down into simple processes. There is also the ability to discern different ideologies from one another, and choosing on that basis. Best of all, there is the ability to think rationally, through comparing ideas, and coming to a decision.

Of course, this is mostly a scientific approach to learning.

The scientific method, unfortunately, has been applied to all learning in Western Academia. Proper sciences, which observe and test natural phenomenon for patterns and consistent results, still use this model. Of course, many non-scientific studies, such as with languages, media, and the arts, follow the same method.

The non-sciences want the esteem science has been accredited in the world, so they follow the same pattern of analysis as sciences. If you’re looking at an art, have a hypothesis of your feelings, observe them objectively, check if your hypothesis is right, and then come to a conclusion. If you watch a movie, have a hypothesis before watching it, observe it objectively, check if its right, and come to a rational conclusion. With just that we have rough art theory and media studies. There is nothing wrong with these studies except that they are not sciences.

This of course ingrains the idea with many intellectual people that “In order to be a good person, you must think about everything critically and cynically, or you will be fucked.” I know too many intellectual people who truly believe that analyzing everything in life - television, government, music, art, dancing, even happiness - will bring you some sort of reward, some sort of hard truth that will make them better. Everything they do, is under the microscope and none of them are scientists!

If you’re not a scientist, don’t pretend to be.

There’s no other way to put this but -you’re thinking too much.

Take a deep breathe. Now take 3 more.

Understand that it’s OK for you not to analyze everything. It’s OK for you to enjoy things for what they are. It’s OK for you to go through life happy. And it’s OK to not understand everything.

Say it with me - It’s OK for me to me not to understand everything.

That’s what is boils down to. For whatever reason, many intellectual people deeply believe that not analyzing the world is only going to cause you pain, so you have to find the absolute truth in everything before you do anything.

Remember, the scientific method is a model that works for understanding scientific phenomena, and nothing else. It doesn’t do shit for your personal happiness, your personal fulfillment, what makes a good movie, or how to cook good food. In fact, the scientific method is only a small model for a small amount of things, and is far from a “perfectly objective” view of the world. Applying this method to anything else than what it is intended for is actually bastardizing the method.

And that, more than anything, is a surefire way to be unhappy.

My suggestion to to think about how you see the world and whether or not how you see the world is helping you become a happy, healthy, fufilled person. There are plenty of people in the world who are perfectly happy, healthy, and fufilled who work in the sciences, who are cyncial of somethings, but can still enjoy life.

You should be one of them, and don’t think too much.

FR: Social Proof and Zainichi

Another night out with Bluewall and AVVesome proved to be insightful and massive for my game. We started out going to our usual spot, bring greeted by the workers there, and sat next to some more than bored J-Girls. As we sat down, we were instantly in state, and rocked these girl’s little world.

Within minutes, the three of us had made perfect strangers into laughing, dancing, clapping little girls. Bluewall’s force framing, AVVesome’s Japanese, and my excitement had them all happy to have gone. We were perfect.

Perfect dancing monkeys.

Since we didn’t have any intent with these poor girls, they were all attracted and entertained, but we made no attempt to connect or vibe with them at all. They all just enjoyed us as long as we entertained, and we knew this. Soon, some friends and our wing girls showed up and the place was ours. People came over to talk to us because we were having so much fun, I got a free drink from a girl, and pushed what I thought was possible.

With social proof, you have the control of the frame. There was a set of people I thought I new, some random white girls my friend was friends with, and gestured them over. They threw some shit tests I ignored, and soon jumped into our fun. In fact, this girl went from being insulted, to turned on by me in the matter of seconds.

I opened another set, that Bluewall and AVVesome jumped into soon after, by gesturing for their attention, and then flipping them off. They were shocked, and also honored to have my attention given to them. They were also the hottest girls in the bar.

Soon, AVVesome, Kaho the wing girl, and I headed to a small Psychadelic Trance night. There was probably 30 people in the whole place, which made it the smallest venue I ever sarged in Japan. Knowing this, I took the challenge into my own hands.

We met up with some of AVVesome’s friends, who knew the DJ’s, the owners, and the bartenders. Quickly we talked to most of the people there, and started the dancing that continued through the night. We all had tons of fun, and drew people in. Then, I saw the girl I wanted - a tall Korean girl.

She was 174cm, slender, had nice long legs, supple lips, a cute ass, and tits that could just fit in your hand. I wanted her.

We danced, there was kino, and she had fun. Soon, I made strong eye contact and started talking on the dancefloor. AVVesome was dealing with her other friend, and took care of her. As we talked, there were a couple seconds when we simply looked in each others eyes and were fully engulfed with each other. She became very giddy, and I became quiet and grounded. Soon, we were being ridiculous and enjoying the moment more.

I called her “Sushi” because her name was Maki. She was clearly from a Korean ancestry, but worked to convince me that she was 100% Japanese. Zainichi probably - born in Japan from a Korean ancestors. It didn’t matter. I pulled her to the couch, we talked, kinoed, and worked well together. She was fluent in English, which made this infinitely easier.

Maki was a hot girl, but a nice one. In Japan, “grinding” is a big no-no, and kissing on the lips in public is rare, at best. I knew that I had to still push kino regardless, so there would be a chance for sex between us. I ran lots of kino games with her - palm readings (which she knew more about than me), thumb wars, et cetera - and kept my body close to hers. We had another “moment” when we looked in each others eyes, but I let fear take hold of me an stopped from kissing.

Once a window of oppurtunity closes with a girl, it’s nearly impossible to open it back up. I had missed it with Maki, my Sushi-HB, and was cold afterwards. Regardless, I plowed and ended up talking to her for about an hour and half. Near the end, her friend said she was going home, and with some hesitation, she went with her. I didn’t stop her, but I did a needy “You have a cell phone”-style close. She looked confused, and went to her friend. I thought it was over, so I went to the bathroom, a bit distraught.

A mintue later she returned and we exchanged numbers. I tried to be smooth with the Japanese infrared exchange, but it didn’t work. Then we typed in numbers, but both forgot the digits. Then we told our numbers to each other, and then we got it. As she was leaving, I got a “kiss goodbye” as from the Boston-Loving HB, and ended  the night on a high.

5 Things I Did Well

1. Social Proof - Everyone in both venues knew who I was, and who I was friends was. Because of this, not only did we get attention, but we were able to go up and talk to virtually anyone easily. It’s good to be king.
2. “Moments” - When being present and appreciative of my attraction to Maki, I had significant “moments” when we both just had electric attraction for each other, and careless fun. It felt amazing, and was something I hadn’t experienced in a while.
3. Seeding - When I was talking with Maki and the other girls, I began to mention things I liked doing, I had, et cetera. It opened up oppurtunities for conversation, and gave us a reason to meet up later.
4. Smiling - When you smile, the world smiles back.
5. Cute “Tony Tony Chopper” Cellphone Strap This little guy deserves his own seperate post.

5 Things I Will Improve on Next Time

1. Time Bridging - When you get a number, there should be something specific that you do with them, a place where it happens, and an exact date and time. If you have this in your head before you number close, you’ll be able to get more dates, more consistently. I whiffed on this, and may have a flake on my hands.
2. Transitions - When in conversation, there is a lot of “stumbling” I found between subjects. The topics, content, and ability are interesting, it’s just the in between that’s lacking.
3. More Appreciation - There were moments when I just was angry at the way things were, instead of enjoying them for what it was. This included girls I were talking to, music, and other factors I couldn’t change. In doing that, you take energy, and no one wins.
4. Sticking with Kino - Like before, I pushed kino, but them pulled back. All this communicated was that I was not comfortable with touching others. Not good for pickup
5. Attainability - The main difference I felt in my vibe when talking to these girls was in that I had HUGE value, but it was somewhat distant. I don’t believe there is a such thing as too much DHVing, since it just makes you more attractive. Instead, a DHV without proper footing is intimidating to people.

FR: Being Alpha, a Trial

It’s funny how little things can help ideas click.

Last night, I met up with Bluewall, Avvesome, and our wing girls Kaho and Mari and went to our typical spot. We blabbed a little bit, opened a couple quick sets, and went back to our seat to enjoy ourselves.

As I was listening to Kaho talk about her sex life, I saw one of the most alpha guys in a long time show up. He approached a set across the room with a really hot girl, one with her boyfriend and say “Hey Baby” and kissed her on the check. She giggled, pushed away, and he persisted. He was totally congruent with his desire, and the other couple fell right in.

I was shocked. How could this guy come over and do that? Isn’t he breaking the rules? As I was watched, he pushed through, befriended the other guy and the couple, and was, for better or worse, in. Quickly, he calibrated the girl, realized she wasn’t down to fuck, and moved on.

That sold me - I’m going to be more alpha from now on. I had the proof I was looking for and needed nothing else.

We bounced to a new bar, and we could only stay for a little bit. Regardless, I opened several sets aggressively and without complaint. All the girls were initially uncomfortable, but quickly enjoyed the interaction. Further, I got more kino, my kiss closes, and more sexuality between me and her. It was amazing.

5 Things I Did Well

1. Alpha - Being Alpha rules. There’s no reason not to except cowardice. Further, it helps every interaction move in the right direction, and helps everyone enjoy themselves.
2. Presence - I have a new belief that is really helping me be present. “You are only alive when you are present.” or, in a darker sense, “You are dead when you’re in your head.” Helps a lot.
3. Kino - For the first time in a while, I was stepping up the kino in the right direction. When girls were coming to us, the kino was strong and on, and I went for kisses, etc without complaint.
4. Posture - I had incredible posture that screamed Alpha. It felt good and boosted my state.
5. Learning from others - Watched an Alpha to help me become one.

5 Things I Will Improve on Next Time

1. Approach hotter girls - Of the girls I approached and gamed, only some of them were cute, and some of them were just for fun. Regardless, I need to extend my energy on the hotter girls.
2. Smile More - An alpha smiles because he’s on top and feels good.
3. Swing for the Fences- I was only out for a couple hours, but that’s not an excuse not to push every set to your, and her, limit. She benefits in the end, so you might as well work it.
4. Plow More - Pushing your limits is awesome, and so is it when you try new material or behaviors. Really works well.
5. Drink Less - Drinking costs money and I can just as well take girl’s drinks.

FR: Satruday Night Part 2 - Boundaries and Bounces

Friday night eventually ended on a high note.

So after the party, the AMOGing, and the couple of missed closes I had, Bluewall and I were chilling at the bar, talking to some of the people left there. I grabbed a number and then grabbed a drink.

I was running low on gas.

Soon enough, HBMarried gave me a call and demanded to know where I was. As soon I said so, she shouted to a cab driver and was on her way.

Minutes later, Bluewall and I are back in time to a couple weeks ago when we first met her. The only difference was that she was with her friend, the most boring girl in the world.

So, at first, I appeased the boring girl. We talked, I joked, I tried everything that had worked at the international party, but this girl was gung-ho at not having a good time. Usually, this is a red flag for me to move to another set, but with her, all I could do was work it. Soon, I started talking to HBMarried, and I quickly knew what was going to happen.

HBMarried: Stares.

Emergency: “I’m not going to waste any more time.  Let’s go Karaoke. I still haven’t heard you!”

HBMarried: “No no, I can’t do this. My kid-”

Emergency: “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, because your an adult and you have to make your decisions. It’s too bad that you came all the way here and can’t have fun.”

HBMarried: “If it was another time, I would … with you. But I can’t.”

Emergency: “I understand. If that’s your desicion, then I’m fine with it, but I can’t waste anymore time here.”

I could read the subtext - I want to fuck you but you have to sweep me off my feet and convince me. She wanted action. She wanted romance. She wanted to fall in love again with pretty blue eyes, but I’m not that kind of guy. I could make her scream in pleasure, but I couldn’t make her think I loved her. The passion died, and Bluewall and I bounced.

We headed to the usual spot, and Bluewall called it a night. I bumped into 黒糖父, Jay-Kay, and D-Man who were all having good nights. D-Man had disappeared the second we got to the party, and had already full-closed a bellydancer in his apartment. Still, she left quickly, and he still felt good enough to go out. That’s a true manwhore!

I opened several sets, none of which grabbed my interest or hooked too well, so I sat with a three set next to me. One girl with piercings was a solid HB7, while the rest were average. No problem. I was out to have fun, and, better yet, practice my Japanese. We talked for nearly and hour, had tons of fun, and then Jay-Kay and D-Man were off again. I took with them because, well, it couldn’t go anywhere else.

Walking in Nagoya, I bumped into a sultry older woman with a rose. Most likely a hostess, but was on the move. She didn’t look happy to be up at this hour, so I figured I would go cheer her up. Like a rockstar, I walked next to her, smiled, and started pointing at the rose she was carrying.

Emergency: (Japanese) “What is it? What is it? What is it?”

HBSultry: (Japanese) “Here you go! Good night!”

She gave me the rose and that was it.

HUB round 2

Somehow, the PUA gods were on my side. 黒糖父’s set was dying, and I bumped into him. Fortunately, these were the same girls I had talked to at the bar and were super-cool with me. Perfect.

We grabbed a cab, and 黒糖父 took it from there.

He brought his bike with them and told the girls that we were going to go to a bar accross the city. Everyone was down, and he smoothly transitioned to talking about his apartment. Mentioning that he got a new board game, had to drop off his bike, etc. It was brilliant.

黒糖父: (Japanese) “Since it’s on the way, why don’t we stop there so I can drop off my bike, maybe drink a little and then head out.”

Everyone agreed, and we headed that way.

More banter, more joking, more comfort.

黒糖父: “Why don’t we just go into the convience store, get some drinks, and just chill at my place - we don’t have to be there long, just until first train.”

Everyone agreeed, and we were at his place like that.

Once inside, it was all over. It’s what I call a booty-trap. His room is so well planned that, once inside, every girl is trapped inside the relaxed, fun, and comfortable atmosphere of his place. There is no hesitation, no problems transitioning to his bedroom, nor any problems just relaxing there either.

He busted out his “Love Jenga” and the girls and I chilled. We had our drinks, lots of fun, and by first train, me and the two other girls left. The HB7 was his. Showing me how to bounce made 黒糖父 well worthy of her.

5 Thing I Did Well

1. Handling AMOGs - Threw that guy on his ass, socially. Instead of fighting, I kept my state high, the venue safe, and made some friends. I did see him later on that night, and he was doing more of the same with other groups.
2. Social Proof - Worked it entirely in my favor at the International Party, and elsewhere.
3. Respecting My Boundaries - I refuse to have sex without passion. If the switches haven’t been flipped earlier, then the sex won’t be good. Attraction happens first, and it has to stay hot to be worth anything.
4. Giving Value - There was not a single person I talked to that I didn’t bring their night up in some way. Even with the AMOGs, I would give them some attention, and then properly dispose of them so that I could help everyone have fun.
5. Bouncing - This was mostly because of 黒糖父, and yet I was a key player in this.

5 Things I Will Improve on Next Time

1. Introductions - I merged tons of sets, but lots of them fell apart. Next time, I will say two good thigns about each person to each other before I merge.
2. Prop Reliant - I had a rose, a squirtgun, and other items to keep me talking. While its cool to be able to use the environment, no one likes a prop comedian. Now I know that I can work without a prop and still be successful.
3. Sexual Intention - Lots of my approaches didn’t go anywhere because I was so focused on having fun. Now that it’s very much integrated into my personality, being sexual and making a real connection with the girl is the next step.
4. Compliance and Comfort - I got compliance, but I didn’t shift into comfort building, storytelling, or anything real; everything was just joke, joke, fun, fun. Next time, be more sexual, work in comfort, and make sure she knows that its on.
5. Smiling - If I feel good on the inside, I’ll let it show. If I don’t feel good on the inside, I’ll smile until I start. Perfect feedback loop.

FR: Satruday Night Part One - Organize, Socialize, and Brawl

Last week rocked. Last night rocked. I rock.

The fun was that was had last week was amazing, and the improvements everyone made were that high as well. So, I sent out an open invitation to the Japan Lair for a meet-up and another night of adventure.

After a little bit of running around, we had a posse with us. My regular wings - Bluewall, AVVesome, 黒糖父, and Cas were there, as well as the surprise guests of Jay Kay and D-Man from Tokyo. the second we were together, there was an automatic spike in energy, and our warmup sets rocked the house.

Let’s just say we left a Starbucks a wreck.

We headed to our destination for the night, an international party in Nagoya. Upon arriving, several of the chodes there looked at us and said “Fuck.” under their breathe. It’s cool to have a strong reality.

We schmoozed around for a while, mingled, and broke off. At this point, all of us have lots of experience, and can handle own. With the amount of fun we’re having, our energy, and our positive vibe, we all built an exponential amount of social proof.

Here’s an example. I opened a set that had been approached by several chodey guys and got a beta-screen. When I bounced their screening questions playfully back at them, they opened up a little and were somewhat warm. I got bored, moved to another set, and with the proof from before, they opened very warmly. After, boom, that first set was keen and kinoing. Simple social proof.

I went through an hour or so of this and really got in state. Soon, some sort of triva game started (chode heaven), and I opened a HB8 in a sultry Ojousama red dress. She had a petite little body, a super cute face, and was glowing with an femmine energy. It was on.

I ran a situational opener, body rocked, and she was hooked. I got the J-Girl IOI Triple - “Where are you from?” “What’s your job?” “How old are you?” almost immediately, and pushed forward with some screening. These three questons, by the way, are almost automatic for any Japanese person who is slightly interested in you. They’re a way to place you into their social hierarchy (which is incredibly important in Japan) and a way to grab some threads for conversation. I give playful answers, qualify, and then give real ones.

I called her an Otaku. She ate it up. The iois started flowing. Nice.

She was keen. We chatted about work, fun, etc. when this fat, weird Otaku came behind and started trying to jump in. Put my back to him, move the girl with a spin move, and pushed her outside. She was capitavted talking to me, and we created a small audience of the smokers outside. I saw this, popped our bubble, and picked her up like last week. And, like last week, she giggled like crazy, kinoed way more, and loved it.

I got a great reaction from the crowd, bounced out of the set, and should have went into a more sexual state. Instead, I merged her set with another, talked to 黒糖父, and moved her to her friends. I joked with them (still in a attraction sort of mood), and gave her my prop as a lock in. I grabbed a drink, talked to other girls, and moved on. When I was back, Bluewall had her attention, so I moved on.

A couple sets later, Bluewall was closing another girl “for fun.” There was a fumingly pissed Japanese guy next to him, so I came over.

Emergency: “Hey man! How’s it going!” to the girl “This guy is one of my best friends, and one of the smartest guys I know.”

Bluewall: “Dude. That guy is freaking out. What should I do?”

Emergency: “I’ll distract him. You get her number.”

In retrospect, talking tactics this loud and obviously isn’t the best idea. Pickup terms like “close” “AMOG” and “bounce” are awesome because they pack so much information and concepts into a small little sound. In set, you can say “AMOG” to your wing overtly and no one will know.

I started talking to the AMOG, who was both drunk and looking for trouble. I could tell by his thrown together hip-hop wardrobe he was trying to go for a tough guy look. And, when a chill foriegner comes in, “his girl” all of sudden has a change of heart, and things, well, change.

Knowing this, I started spearking to him in half-Japanese, half-English. Most people can only speak one of the two, and it fries their circuts when you banter in both.

AMOG: (English) “What the fuck is your friend doing? I’m going to piss on him!!”

Emergency: (Japanese) “I don’t understand.” (English) “What do you mean?” (Japanese) “This is a party! Let’s have fun!”

AMOG: (English) “I know what you’re doing.” (Japanese) “We need to go!”

Emergency: (Japanese) “She’s your wife? Girlfriend? Friend?” (English) “She’s a cool girl and we want to hang out with her. Oh my God, do you like the hub?” (Broken Japanese) “

He started chilling out a little, and the conversation slowed down. He saw Bluewall getting the number, and then got bullshit at me.

AMOG: (English) “You’re tricking me!”

Emergency: (English) “What’s your favorite drink? You seem stressed.”

I touched his shoulder. He got pissed, but he knew I controlled the frame.

Emergency: (English) “Let’s go to the HUB. I’ll help you meet some girls, and we’ll have a good time.”

AMOG: (English) “I don’t care. I want to go with my friend.” (Japanese) “Fucking foriegners. Let’s go!”

I played him like in that episode of Hey Arnold where he fight the bully by acting insane. Worked like clockwork.

He went outside. The girl stayed with Bluewall, and he started freaking out. I told management, and they were there in a heartbeat. After, they thanked me and welcomed me back there whenever!

One of the things I’ve learned about AMOGing is that if you can get a guy outside of a venue, you can send the management on him. In fact, they LOVE when you do this, because it makes the venue more relaxed, more fun, and safer.

The party ended, and my night had just begun.

The Path is All There Is

Today, a good friend of mine told me that he went from dropping out of Harvard to hanging out with billionaires in the matter of weeks. Working for a research company, his work has helped them learn about products, how they work, and what they can do to make profit. This is the same company that he started working in, as he called it “underqualified,” and doing it the whole time with smiles ear to ear.

To hear that he has gotten so much success in so little time terrified me.

As any friend would do, he offered me some advice, and the chance to meet some of these people. CEOs of major transnational corporations, film producers, and heads of Academia- all of them I could meet, and possible work along side with.

It was as if everything I had been working for my entire life - a college degree, a steady job, and everything else - was to be just given to me like winning the lottery. The dreams I had for becoming a producer could be simply made with the snap of the fingers, and my life would be set. And what happened?

I just felt undeserving.

And considering my mindset up until recent, this would be the worst thing that could happen to me.

There are numerous cases of people winning the lottery and being miserable with their money. To so many, having millions of dollar would be the dream -enough to pay off all your bills, to quit your job, and spend all day just relaxing under the sun in the Caribbean.

Still, even if someone gets to do this, there is a massive hole in their sense of self, a self-hate, a sense of “underservingness” that comes with having everything you want. They’re simply unhappy.

What do you do after you have everything?

It’s a weird thing to think about in the context of pickup, because having the skills to get every girl you want would be perfect, right? You could go up to any supermodel, sweep her off her feet, have her head over heels for you, and get to do whatever you want with her in bed. After, you could pickup another 2, 3, 4 girls, have an orgy, and just enjoy having sex all day.

But the reality is that, just doing that won’t make you happy. Some PUAs lose their minds in the process of having the skills to do everything while still being human (re: Mystery in The Game). Other PUAs simply decide to quit and become religious. Others just quit altogether and revert back to their old selves.

Having success is not the cause of unhappiness, but having success be your source of happiness is the cause of unhappiness.

We’re not looking for gold at the end of a rainbow. We’re not looking for “the ultimate conquest.” We’re looking to be happy. And happiness comes from within.

Imagine the reverse. Imagine that you could never achieve your dream of having an abundance of women, of having the perfect job, the great house, the new car, and everything else. Imagine that, in spite of being a “failure” you were just totally and absolutely happy regardless.

So, if you can do nothing, why even bother having goals, ambitions, dreams, or a path to follow at all?

The path is important because the path is all there is. Once you can remove yourself from hunting the superficial things in life, you can take a step back and see the world for what it is. It is not a rat race, it is not battle for reproductive success, and it is not survival of the fittest. Here, happiness flows naturally and what you value becomes most important. The world is an abundant place for you to create what you want in it. Your path is not a map to happiness, but the way you can give more value to the world you live in.

Whatever you value in life, enjoy it. Whether it’s fun, love, adventure, peace, social change, skydiving, pickup, movies, sports, your appreciation and participation in the world makes it a stronger, better, and more worthwile place as long as it is coming from a place of happiness. Success, then, is a nice gift that comes with your path, but isn’t the necessary at all.

Being is reason enough.