Hey gents,
New forum member here. Quick personal background before I get into my first field report:
18 year old freshman in college. Avid GC reader for over two years now, but It was always mostly intellectual fodder, as I never really took action in high school. I knew that I had some serious seductive potential, though. Growing up I was absolutely dedicated to basketball. It was my sole passion from ages 9-15. I thought I'd be an NBA player without a doubt. With that, a lot my time was spent surrounded by dominant, masculine, testosterone-filled teammates. Many of them destined to be what you all refer to as "naturals." A lot of my personality was naturally crafted around that: your stereotypical jock, guys who may be rough around the edges, but pull hella in highschool almost entirely on pure dominance, and then use that experience to hone their craft. That persona was within me, but depression and a bit of a social phobia inhibited me from ever really materializing my potential. But now I'm in college, having completely conquered my depression and taken great strides in improving my fundamentals while my progress with game stayed stagnant, and I'm off to a decent start.
Alright, without further ado...
Friday evening. I'm not currently in a fraternity (planning on rushing in the winter), so I know I'm destined for another night getting drunk in the dorms and getting into ridiculous shenanigans. I spot a guy from my dorm building, Gabe, playing ping pong with his roommate in the Community Center. I heard from somewhere or someone that it was his birthday today, so I walk up to him very warmly and wish him a happy birthday. He's appreciative. We chat for a bit and he mentions that a group of his friends from back home are visiting him for the weekend. He tells me they'll probably be drinking in his dorm later, and that I should come slide. I accept.
Around 9 pm. I'm on the first floor, in the hallway outside my room, getting some water. Gabe walks downstairs with two girls in tow. I assume these are the first two of his friends to arrive. They're both stunning. One is a petite blonde with a nose piercing (which just isn't a statement at this point), and the other is a slim brunette, about 5'6", with a face similar to a young Julia Roberts, and a nice ass. Gabe introduces them and I stick my hand out, smack dab in between the both of them, waiting to see who shakes it first. Brunette reacts at a lightning pace and we clasp hands. She stares at me intently. I return with an easy smile. Myself, the two girls, Gabe, and my roommate, go up to Gabe's room. There, we take pulls of every white girls' favorite vodka (Smirnoff) and set up a game of Snappa (indoor beer dye). Me and Gabe v. my roommate and Brunette. While we play, I realize my roommate is gaming the Brunette. A lot of touching and bubbling sexual camaraderie as they destroy us in dye. At some point, Gabe and my roommate leave the room for a moment, so it's just me and the two girls. They both immediately scoot all up into my personal space and tell me I'm not drunk enough. Their eyes are predatory. They pressure me to take a few too many swigs of Smirnoff, as I ponder how this night may end poorly for myself. I guess people aren't lying when they say college students are rapey (; Because it's early and I'm a guest within a tight social circle, I decide to split my attention between the two girls evenly, not flirting very overtly with either. Just light banter and incidental touch. I know my fundamentals are tight. I know I have at least some interest from them both, and tons of social proof (being part of their private hangout), so I see no point in pushing things forward too aggressively with either girl just yet.
Gabe and my roommate return. Gabe lets us know that he booked a hotel off campus for the night and we'll meet the rest of his friends there. On the way there, I learn that Gabe and Blondie are kind of a thing (they've fucked 20 or so times now). I start chatting up the Brunette, seeing as how my roommate was driving and couldn't interfere. I give her shit for the size of her bag. She's here for one weekend and packed an entire luggage. My favorite zinger I let loose about the bag that night - as we load up stuff into the trunk, I say, "Wait! Stop, you can't put your bag in here. You haven't checked it through TSA." We park the car and walk into the lobby, where Gabe urges us to be quiet. I put my hand over Brunette's mouth, as she continued to blabber. She licks it.
It's on.
12 pm. We arrive at the room. Pretty fucking decent. Two queen beds, a separate private bedroom, balcony to smoke on, hot tub outside. We meet the rest of his friends. None of them interest me all that much, but I'm courteous and warm nonetheless. The group's size is now seven. We're chatting, drinking, vaping, and occasionally stepping outside to smoke a cig, when all of a sudden Gabe says the last friend just arrived at the train station. The entire group gets up to go pick him up (my roommate driving again) except myself, Brunette, and Blondie, who hesitates and then decides she's going to go with the group too. Thanks, babe.
Brunette and I are now lying next to each other on the bed, against the headrest, taking hits from a nicotine device. The escalation window is open. I use a technique that I learned from GC writer and author of my personal Bible - King of College - one Hector Castillo, and I go for the shotgun. I take a hit and exhale the smoke directly into her mouth, which seamlessly transitions to a makeout. No resistance. She straddles me and starts to attack my face. We dry hump each other furiously. A few minutes in, she stops suddenly, looks down at me, and says, "Wait, I barely know you?" LOL! I say nothing and hold my frame. I give her the patented skeptical look, like she just said the dumbest shit ever. She then immediately corrects herself and goes, "Oh right, duh... " and then continues to shove her tongue down my throat. I flip her over and go for the outside pussy rub. She's cool with it. But just as I'm about to escalate further she stops again. She signs heavily.
"Ugh! We can't fuck. We only have like 25 minutes before they get back. You won't finish in time."
I appreciate your confidence in my abilities, sweetie.
Looking back, I probably should have taken her to the private bedroom at this point, put a sock outside the closed door, and then fucked her.
But instead, I stop and lie down next to her. We're on our sides now, facing each other. We deep dive and get into good conversation. I decide to back off and try again later in the night after things die down. The group returns and we all have a good time for a while. I stay close with Brunette most of the time. To keep the seduction afloat, I decide the keep her aroused in the midst of others, although not all that subtly. Heavy caressing, cuddling, her sitting in my lap. At one point I spill vodka on her hand and as she holds it up for me annoyed, I lick it while giving her the sexiest eyes I could muster. She giggles like a schoolgirl. We all venture out to the hot tub and chill for a bit. Brunette is on my right with her legs over my lap. I'm caressing her thighs, and then start to finger her, again not all that subtly, with everyone else in the hot tub. She begins to give me a handy at the same time. I look over at my roommate sitting across from us. He's out of the game. He decided to drop acid and was in his own world at this point. This makes me feel less bad about taking the girl.
Gabe and Blondie go up to the room to fuck. We all stay in the tub until they finish, and then follow suit. Walking up the stairs, I playfully smack some dirt off of Brunette's ass.
3 pm.
At some point, a few of us drive to a liquor store to get more alcohol. After a few pulls of Henny, things start to get a bit fuzzy, so I slow down. Gabe does not slow down, however, and gets completely shitfaced. It is his birthday.
Sadly, this development severely impedes my ability to pull at the end of the night. As things get rowdier, we get a few noise complaints, a cop shows up (fuck you small-town police with nothing better to do), and Gabe kicks those of us who aren't spending the night in the hotel (me and my roommate) out. It's not like the group, Gabe included, wasn't aware of what was going on between me and Brunette. They even acknowledged it multiple times as they kicked me out.
"I know you like the girl, but..."
"You'll see her tomorrow."
And so my roommate and I drive back to the dorms.
And that's the end. Kinda sucks, to be honest.
I did see them all the following day, they actually went to the beach (my roommate included) without me, and then went to a party that night without me, despite saying the previous night that we'd all hang out again tomorrow.
Well, I guess they all did. Just not me. Also, when I ran into Brunette late that following night (after the party), she was super cold to me. Like, stone cold. Wanted nothing to do with me. She was also far more trashed than the previous night, so fucking her wouldn't have been a good idea anyway. I'm not all that salty about the group's cold reception to me the following day. I really didn't know Gabe all that well. The fact that he invited me to his hotel that first night is surprising in and of itself. Goes to show how powerful warmly wishing a man happy birthday can be. I guess that's the biggest lesson, here. You never know who's gonna have the connection you seek, so go and talk to everybody and treat them well. Frontload value. I tried to frontload value that first night, but I guess they still saw me as a bit of a leech, who was only there to sleep with their girl.
As far as your guys' input on this report, I'm all ears.
Should I have persisted earlier in the night when it was just me and her?
What's the reasoning behind Brunette's cold reception to me the following day?
What are some ways I can give more value, so I don't come off as a leech?
I'm aware that I didn't do all that much to get to that first escalation window when we started to fool around. But I guess that's the beauty of social circle? I had all the prerequisites necessary to take her to bed (fundamentals, social proof, etc.). I just needed to wait for an escalation window, letting her do most of the work until then. But then other social factors outside of our control also stopped us from ultimately getting together.
Social Circle giveth, Social Circle taketh away.
Alright. That's it for my first field report. Let me know what you all think.
New forum member here. Quick personal background before I get into my first field report:
18 year old freshman in college. Avid GC reader for over two years now, but It was always mostly intellectual fodder, as I never really took action in high school. I knew that I had some serious seductive potential, though. Growing up I was absolutely dedicated to basketball. It was my sole passion from ages 9-15. I thought I'd be an NBA player without a doubt. With that, a lot my time was spent surrounded by dominant, masculine, testosterone-filled teammates. Many of them destined to be what you all refer to as "naturals." A lot of my personality was naturally crafted around that: your stereotypical jock, guys who may be rough around the edges, but pull hella in highschool almost entirely on pure dominance, and then use that experience to hone their craft. That persona was within me, but depression and a bit of a social phobia inhibited me from ever really materializing my potential. But now I'm in college, having completely conquered my depression and taken great strides in improving my fundamentals while my progress with game stayed stagnant, and I'm off to a decent start.
Alright, without further ado...
Friday evening. I'm not currently in a fraternity (planning on rushing in the winter), so I know I'm destined for another night getting drunk in the dorms and getting into ridiculous shenanigans. I spot a guy from my dorm building, Gabe, playing ping pong with his roommate in the Community Center. I heard from somewhere or someone that it was his birthday today, so I walk up to him very warmly and wish him a happy birthday. He's appreciative. We chat for a bit and he mentions that a group of his friends from back home are visiting him for the weekend. He tells me they'll probably be drinking in his dorm later, and that I should come slide. I accept.
Around 9 pm. I'm on the first floor, in the hallway outside my room, getting some water. Gabe walks downstairs with two girls in tow. I assume these are the first two of his friends to arrive. They're both stunning. One is a petite blonde with a nose piercing (which just isn't a statement at this point), and the other is a slim brunette, about 5'6", with a face similar to a young Julia Roberts, and a nice ass. Gabe introduces them and I stick my hand out, smack dab in between the both of them, waiting to see who shakes it first. Brunette reacts at a lightning pace and we clasp hands. She stares at me intently. I return with an easy smile. Myself, the two girls, Gabe, and my roommate, go up to Gabe's room. There, we take pulls of every white girls' favorite vodka (Smirnoff) and set up a game of Snappa (indoor beer dye). Me and Gabe v. my roommate and Brunette. While we play, I realize my roommate is gaming the Brunette. A lot of touching and bubbling sexual camaraderie as they destroy us in dye. At some point, Gabe and my roommate leave the room for a moment, so it's just me and the two girls. They both immediately scoot all up into my personal space and tell me I'm not drunk enough. Their eyes are predatory. They pressure me to take a few too many swigs of Smirnoff, as I ponder how this night may end poorly for myself. I guess people aren't lying when they say college students are rapey (; Because it's early and I'm a guest within a tight social circle, I decide to split my attention between the two girls evenly, not flirting very overtly with either. Just light banter and incidental touch. I know my fundamentals are tight. I know I have at least some interest from them both, and tons of social proof (being part of their private hangout), so I see no point in pushing things forward too aggressively with either girl just yet.
Gabe and my roommate return. Gabe lets us know that he booked a hotel off campus for the night and we'll meet the rest of his friends there. On the way there, I learn that Gabe and Blondie are kind of a thing (they've fucked 20 or so times now). I start chatting up the Brunette, seeing as how my roommate was driving and couldn't interfere. I give her shit for the size of her bag. She's here for one weekend and packed an entire luggage. My favorite zinger I let loose about the bag that night - as we load up stuff into the trunk, I say, "Wait! Stop, you can't put your bag in here. You haven't checked it through TSA." We park the car and walk into the lobby, where Gabe urges us to be quiet. I put my hand over Brunette's mouth, as she continued to blabber. She licks it.
It's on.
12 pm. We arrive at the room. Pretty fucking decent. Two queen beds, a separate private bedroom, balcony to smoke on, hot tub outside. We meet the rest of his friends. None of them interest me all that much, but I'm courteous and warm nonetheless. The group's size is now seven. We're chatting, drinking, vaping, and occasionally stepping outside to smoke a cig, when all of a sudden Gabe says the last friend just arrived at the train station. The entire group gets up to go pick him up (my roommate driving again) except myself, Brunette, and Blondie, who hesitates and then decides she's going to go with the group too. Thanks, babe.
Brunette and I are now lying next to each other on the bed, against the headrest, taking hits from a nicotine device. The escalation window is open. I use a technique that I learned from GC writer and author of my personal Bible - King of College - one Hector Castillo, and I go for the shotgun. I take a hit and exhale the smoke directly into her mouth, which seamlessly transitions to a makeout. No resistance. She straddles me and starts to attack my face. We dry hump each other furiously. A few minutes in, she stops suddenly, looks down at me, and says, "Wait, I barely know you?" LOL! I say nothing and hold my frame. I give her the patented skeptical look, like she just said the dumbest shit ever. She then immediately corrects herself and goes, "Oh right, duh... " and then continues to shove her tongue down my throat. I flip her over and go for the outside pussy rub. She's cool with it. But just as I'm about to escalate further she stops again. She signs heavily.
"Ugh! We can't fuck. We only have like 25 minutes before they get back. You won't finish in time."
I appreciate your confidence in my abilities, sweetie.
Looking back, I probably should have taken her to the private bedroom at this point, put a sock outside the closed door, and then fucked her.
But instead, I stop and lie down next to her. We're on our sides now, facing each other. We deep dive and get into good conversation. I decide to back off and try again later in the night after things die down. The group returns and we all have a good time for a while. I stay close with Brunette most of the time. To keep the seduction afloat, I decide the keep her aroused in the midst of others, although not all that subtly. Heavy caressing, cuddling, her sitting in my lap. At one point I spill vodka on her hand and as she holds it up for me annoyed, I lick it while giving her the sexiest eyes I could muster. She giggles like a schoolgirl. We all venture out to the hot tub and chill for a bit. Brunette is on my right with her legs over my lap. I'm caressing her thighs, and then start to finger her, again not all that subtly, with everyone else in the hot tub. She begins to give me a handy at the same time. I look over at my roommate sitting across from us. He's out of the game. He decided to drop acid and was in his own world at this point. This makes me feel less bad about taking the girl.
Gabe and Blondie go up to the room to fuck. We all stay in the tub until they finish, and then follow suit. Walking up the stairs, I playfully smack some dirt off of Brunette's ass.
3 pm.
At some point, a few of us drive to a liquor store to get more alcohol. After a few pulls of Henny, things start to get a bit fuzzy, so I slow down. Gabe does not slow down, however, and gets completely shitfaced. It is his birthday.
Sadly, this development severely impedes my ability to pull at the end of the night. As things get rowdier, we get a few noise complaints, a cop shows up (fuck you small-town police with nothing better to do), and Gabe kicks those of us who aren't spending the night in the hotel (me and my roommate) out. It's not like the group, Gabe included, wasn't aware of what was going on between me and Brunette. They even acknowledged it multiple times as they kicked me out.
"I know you like the girl, but..."
"You'll see her tomorrow."
And so my roommate and I drive back to the dorms.
And that's the end. Kinda sucks, to be honest.
I did see them all the following day, they actually went to the beach (my roommate included) without me, and then went to a party that night without me, despite saying the previous night that we'd all hang out again tomorrow.
Well, I guess they all did. Just not me. Also, when I ran into Brunette late that following night (after the party), she was super cold to me. Like, stone cold. Wanted nothing to do with me. She was also far more trashed than the previous night, so fucking her wouldn't have been a good idea anyway. I'm not all that salty about the group's cold reception to me the following day. I really didn't know Gabe all that well. The fact that he invited me to his hotel that first night is surprising in and of itself. Goes to show how powerful warmly wishing a man happy birthday can be. I guess that's the biggest lesson, here. You never know who's gonna have the connection you seek, so go and talk to everybody and treat them well. Frontload value. I tried to frontload value that first night, but I guess they still saw me as a bit of a leech, who was only there to sleep with their girl.
As far as your guys' input on this report, I'm all ears.
Should I have persisted earlier in the night when it was just me and her?
What's the reasoning behind Brunette's cold reception to me the following day?
What are some ways I can give more value, so I don't come off as a leech?
I'm aware that I didn't do all that much to get to that first escalation window when we started to fool around. But I guess that's the beauty of social circle? I had all the prerequisites necessary to take her to bed (fundamentals, social proof, etc.). I just needed to wait for an escalation window, letting her do most of the work until then. But then other social factors outside of our control also stopped us from ultimately getting together.
Social Circle giveth, Social Circle taketh away.
Alright. That's it for my first field report. Let me know what you all think.
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