Phoenix Arizona

Yes, Arizona is hot. I was hoping for glorious daygame out here but the sweltering heat forces us into air conditioned life support units, ie, cars. Women scuttle from their cars, to work, to Starbucks, to yoga to home. You have to either catch them in the three yard transit from exit to entrance, or go to the mall.

I’m 34 and most of the girls in the mall are underage. I’m afraid, oh so petrified of the American prison industrial complex. “What’s your favourite club?” and “What school do you go to?” are my age screening lines.

The nightlife here is beyond decent with plenty of great venues if you’re willing to travel, as everything is spaced out. Mill ave in Tempe is the center district of the college party scene with large bars, small dance floors, and cheap drinks. Perfect for my style of pickup which involves talking and moving girls from one area to another. Most of the bars here are within stumbling distance of each other.

A problem in Phoenix is if you don’t own a car, you’re screwed on getting home. The transit system is abysmal and useless for anyone living outside of the core entertainment districts. Cab fares aren’t cheap either. There’s lots of space in the desert and the city is expanding outwards instead of upwards.

If you’re into high end nightclubs, Scottsdale is your place. In a ten block radius there are literally dozens of huge clubs. Most are of the high-end variety, though once inside the shiny front entrances you realize they are full of old botox stuffed lips, fake boobs, spray tans, bleached hair and fatties. Overall Scottsdale has been a drag. I prefer Mill ave.

A major problem with Phoenix nightlife is the 2am cut off. It’s a far cry from my usual 4am Montreal night. So, if you want to pick up in Phoenix, you better have a car, and an after party plan.

I’ve found most Phoenix girls to be very friendly and open to chatting. I do get the odd shit test, but compared to Vancouver the overall vibe for approaching is very postive. I think it has to do with the warm weather. People are just happier when it’s nice out.

Holy doughnut ass, people eat like shit out here. So many fat people. There really is an epidemic. I remember Roosh mentioning Americans dousing their coffee with whipped cream, and as I write this article I witness it. To my right a girl is admiring her box of cupcakes. Everything is fried, whipped, and super sized. Since I arrived I’ve been on a low carb diet and working out six days a week. So I can’t help but snub my nose at the poor habits of my American neighbors. But who am I to judge? I’m a man whore.

My client is setting up a party for this Friday. Our mission for the last two weeks has been to number close as many women as possible by inviting them to his shindig. House parties are imo, the easiest way to land a one night stand. Just make sure your hosts know that you are The Man. You own the house, you provide the social connections, you control the secret stash of delicious alcohol nestled away in your bedroom. I never had as much glorious, random sex with college age girls as when I hosted many parties.

Game tip of the day: When you go out, instead of going out to talk to women, go out with a purpose. Go out to get five phone numbers, or to practice landing makeouts, or to practice bouncing from one bar to another, or to practice pulling her home. If you’re going to shoot make sure to have a target. I know this works because whenever I give my student a specific mission, they always achieve it. Maybe not on bootcamp, but at some point. Know your goals.