Day in SF

We roll the 5.5 hours up to San Fran, find parking, and go to the Burlington
Coat Factory, browse for a little while, and some of the San Fran PUAs
meet us there. Funny how easy they are to spot..

We go to the nearby mall, and split off. I with Robert, and the 3 of
them run off to wherever. I open the first set of 2 cuties, Asians,
and it goes well, but I just got off a long ass car ride, my banter
skills hadn't quite kicked in, so I wished them well. Robert opened a
set, and then their 5 year old sister walks up, kinda ruined the set.

We press on, seeing much jailbait, and decide to enter Borders (aka
PUA paradise!), and who do we see, but the guys we broke away from. I
see one, and he takes me over to these 2 hotties, and is like, "This
is my friend from LA! He's awesome!" I though, "Hey, if you're gonna
force me onto them like that..." So I banter hardcore, light kino,
tell them I'm an asshole, make fun of Borders, match their BL (they're
sitting indian style on the floor, and then I got told by a guy who
works there that I have to get up as we were blocking the isle...
weak!), and basically do what I do. Everyone is cracking up, and to
top off this presentation of Santa Barbara pimpin style, I set up a
day 2 for the next time I'm in SF. I didn't get her number, as my
phone wasn't getting reception in there, but I told her to call me
tomorrow, and I'll go from there. Mission Showoff: Completed! (Yes, I
realize that I still get validation from outside sources, but that's
ok, because I don't get negative effects from outside sources, I
figure whoever's an asshole is on the rag, and I press on.)

So then we go find parking near Project SF, which we do in relatively
short order (20 minutes! w00T! L337 sk1llz!), and enter PSF. We talk
with the guys for a good long time, cool seeing the instructors I met
in LA again, and meeting the ones I haven't. I met some guys that were
new to the game, some that had been in it for awhile, and mostly they
were cool. The important thing that happens is the shitload of food
they bring out! Pizza, fudge, cake, horse douvres (there's an
apostrophe in there somewhere, but I'm not sure where, fucking French
words!), just a damn fine selection. That is how a meeting should be done!

Then Zan gets on stage, I'm taking notes fast as possible, taking a
few pics with my webcam, and learned how to be Don Juan. Again, he's
fucking got inner game like no other. I finally understand when people
say that you can smell it on a guy. Zan reeks of hot women.

We took a break, grabbed another nibble, and I asked Zan if he minded
if I posted the seminar notes on here, and he was like, "Yeah, do
whatever you want! This information should be free! I realize I have
DVDs and am trying to make money, but yeah, by all means!" THAT is a
cool guy, truly in it to teach.

After break he talked a little bit more, a lot of Q&A, and he finally
said some lines that he uses, which I might have to borrow a few (take
note, this is important later). Then he says, "OK, that's all I got,"
so the seminar breaks up, and it's guys talking with guys again. I met
Niels, who is a PU101 instructor that got a perfect score on the SATs,
which blew my mind. He's fucking funny. We also met another PU101
instructor who has a music degree, and he helped Robert and I work on
voice projection. He has family in Santa Maria, so hopefully we can
talk him into giving a speech for SBPU.

After most of the guys leave, it's PU101 instructors, Zan, Zan's
friend, Zan's new SF girl he picked up Friday night, and no more than
3 other students. As we were talking, Zan goes, "I like your shirt,
hey honey, what do you think?" I turn to the girl, she says, "I like
it!" I reply, "She just wanted to stare at my tits!" Everyone busts
up. Then the banter is ON! I mention how I'm glad I didn't wear my LED
belt buckle, or she'd be staring at my crotch, and it would just get
wildly inappropriate. Zan says something, and I reply, "Naah, she
can't afford me!" He's like, "Holy fuck!" High fives me, and I think
he added that to his repitiore. She says, "How much do you charge?" I
have never had a girl ask me that before, so I reply, "Hourly or
daily?" She says, "Hourly." I reply, "One million dollars" in a Dr.
Evil voice. Like I said, I've never had a girl take it this far,
(boring ass IV chicks!) so that was the best I had off the top of my
head. In retrospect, I will say the daily charge is her making dinner
at my place, the hourly rate is 100 kisses. Now I'm prepared