Okay, Knight and I go out and rock a sleazy bar we love because the girls are cute and totally send off that trash vibe. If you've got a penis, you know what I'm talking about.
We're just chillling, laughing, I'm telling Knight about a video game I discovered where the console is a prosthetic ass and the controller is a big plastic finger you jam into the rectum (it's called Boong-Ga Boong-Ga... check out wikipedia or seanbaby.com) and we're laughing uncontrollably as I describe the game. An electronic face is shown to you (the victim's face) and the further you jam the hand into the rectum, the more animated and pronounced the victim's wailing and shrieking becomes. The game developers apparently pictured it as a way for Korean executives to relax after a hard day, so you get to choose your victim from a list of "people who annoy you". The list includes ex-girlfriend, mother-in-law (okay, these make sense), con artist, gangster, gold-digger (what?), and -- most annoying of all -- child molester. (what what?)
I thought I was the only one who found it cathartic to anally fist a gold-digger. That's what happens when you become really good at this seduction stuff, you begin having the kind of sex that exists solely to check off of a list.
So, yeah, we were laughing our heads off. I see a hottie at the bar and open her.
Me: "Hey, I wanted to see what you had going on for you besides your looks. How much fun are you on a scale from one to... five hundred?"
Her: "Five hundred and ten."
Me: "Oh, I don't settle for women less than five hundred and eleven. Don't worry, I'll bring you up to my level." BOOM! She's a goner, she never had a chance. She's loving me. I riff for a bit, she's flirting and touching me.
I go back to my wing, who tells me she won't stop staring at me.
I go into the bathroom to take a dump. For some reason I always have to take a dump when I go to the bar. It's like a ritual. When I first started learning this stuff I would always go to the bathroom to try to alleviate my nerves. Now it gets me into state. WTF?
So I'm in the bathroom and a girl barges into the bathroom and starts banging on the door. I tell her to fuck off. She's shocked and babbles her outrage. She bangs on the door some more until I'm done. I open the door and casually lounge out in the doorway of the bathroom stall with my arms overhead, braced on the top of the stall. Damn right I own the bathroom. I look into her eyes and say, "Are you the dumb-ass who was banging on the door?"
She instantly looks nervous and starts touching my stomach tentatively.
Her: "How can I make it up to you?"
Me: "I don't know if you can. I hold grudges when I have hard feelings."
She hugs me, I'm a little bit shocked at this point. I thought I'd need to bust her balls because of all the attitude I overheard when she entered the bathroom.
Her: "Do you have hard feelings... or are you just hard?"
And then she starts grinding her crotch against mine!
Now I'm really shocked. No matter how much crazy shit happens to me, I'm never prepared for it. I wish I would've pulled her into the stall and tongued her down, just to say I did. And, if you're curious, she wasn't really attractive, so I'll use that as an excuse, but the truth is I'm not always quick on my feet. Sigh... next time.
(As I type this, I'm reflecting on how artificial this dialogue sounds, like James Bond flirtiness. In reality, it was much different. I was genuinely annoyed that she tried to ruin my zen poop and she responded with a really cheesy pick-up line.)
Knight and I venue change to a bar where he's meeting a hottie. Slightly more upscale place. Knight games his girl, but she likes to play games to try to make him jealous, so he does what only Knight could really do... he proceeds to open then spank pretty much the entire female population of the bar.
Something you need to understand about Knight. The guy has pretty much perfected random spankings. I once saw him walk into a boyfriend/girlfriend set and tell the guy his spanking was weak. The guy made some kind of comment like, "I'd like to see you do better," so Knight grabbed the girlfriend, turned her around, forcibly bent her over, and instructs the boyfriend as though he's in a bootcamp, "The rule is 80% percent pleasure and 20% pain. Use the meat of your hand and get her right here. Pay attention, I'm not going to show you again." He NAILS her right on the cheek and she squeals at the top of her lungs. Knight stands her back up and we keep walking. For the rest of the evening, every time that girl passed Knight she would assume the position and beg to be spanked. No exaggeration.
It's always funny to see him walk into all girl sets and spank the target. She always squeals then all her friends start spanking each other and squealing. It's a little hottie spankfest every time.
Here's the number one thing you need to take away from this post if you want to advance your game: BEING ALPHA ALWAYS PAYS OFF!!!!! And if you can't wrap your mind around that kind of thinking yet, look at it this way: it's always better to get blown out for being alpha than to get blown out for being a pussy.
I spend the rest of the night just socializing, not opening anyone further. The bar closes and as we all leave I decide to open a solitary hottie smoking outside. It's the kind of approach I'm becoming really good at.
I walk past her, then stop, and open her over my shoulder without really turning around. Info opener. She doesn't know the answer.
Me: "Okay, thanks." (I take a step away, then speak over my shoulder again) "You know what? Thanks for being cool. Ever since I moved to (city) I've noticed that half the people are either really cool and friendly and outgoing and confident or really socially retarded. No inbetween."
Okay, two important things happened here. One, I thanked her for being cool, which is also the same as thanking her for being at my level. A hot woman knows how rare it is to find a man who is her equal and the majority of my DHVs are explaining to girls that we're in the same high-status club. Also, there's an obvious hook: where did I move from?
The hook serves its purpose, she starts asking about me. I'm still facing away from her, making casual remarks, which compels her to engage me in a significant way if she wants to keep the conversation going. Ever seen a hot girl just sit back and watch guys perform for her? Yeah, me too. She needs to know, even if it's just something simple like asking for information about me, that she has to do a little work to keep me around.
It's not much, I like the subtle hooks. Knight and McMaax tend to use the high-powered hooks from McMaax's e-book and it's almost like watching a magic show as the girl falls all over herself trying to get them to talk to her.
The weakest hook in the world, if successful, will do the bare minimum of establishing that you are not one of those dancing monkey guys and that she needs to do something for your attention. Sometimes that's all you need. Ponder how many dancing monkeys performed for her in the last hour alone. Breaking that frame in her mind is significant. You have to differentiate yourself from the long line of guys who came before you. You've heard of a "yes ladder" in sales? Well, hot women have "loser ladders" form as the night goes on and sometimes that can blow you out. It doesn't matter if you were on fire and your approach was perfect, that's just the way her mind has been working for the entire night. It has nothing to do with you, but you can help her snap out of it.
The strongest hook in the world will have her touching you and pleading with you and tempting you with kisses (and more) to get what she wants.
We banter for a bit. I tease her. I chase her down and spank her. I tease her a bit more and two guys and a girl come out and join her. I own the guys and DHV with a story. She is totally loving me, but I am unable to extract her.
Later, I get a moment to ask Knight why my extraction failed. He looks at me in kind of stunned disbelief then slowly starts shaking his head. "Oh my god. That was her husband. Didn't you see her ring?"
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