Monday, July 21, 2008
Update on HBRussian
She just phoned me tonight. We had a great convo. The more I talk to this girl, the more I like her. I really like some of the things she's doing in her life right now. I took the approach of giving her approval while DHVing (stories of pre-selection by high-quality girls and cold-reading) and she responded well. Very cool girl.
The Slap Fight with the Hottie
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Went out last night to a club in Toronto, had an amazing night.
Highlights of the night:
HB Russian – opened a hot Russian girl who was not enjoying her blind date. I DHVed with stories, did some push pull. She really liked it when I said I thought she was a cool person… I need to pay attention to how girls respond to compliments… it’ll tell me how open they are to me. Made a sexual joke that didn’t go over well. Finished the set with her swatting me after I said, “Oh no. You’re one of those girls who know how to use their sexuality. You’re a total threat to me. I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
HB 9 and HB8 sisters – opened powerfully, directly; challenged them off the opener, teased, kinoed. When I tried to leave HB9 turned it sexual on me. I joked with them for a bit and then left. As they were walking past me I stopped her and got her Facebook info. Not as weak as it sounds. It’s the best way to stay in touch until I move her in September.
HB Russian again – she came back, I called her over. Flirted with her, told her she had sexy shoes, kino. She really wanted to be with me instead of her date. I took out my phone to take her number. She said something (I forget what) and I off-handedly remarked that I was going to tear off all her clothing and tickle her. She jumped back a few steps and said that was never going to happen, but I handed her my phone and she put her number in. Then she wanted to know my name and I refused to tell her.
HB 7, 7, 8 – some drunk girls in their young twenties… why do mid-range girls always give me grief while HB9s and 10s never do? Opened them. Lots of ballbusting and challenging on them. Finally got to use a piece of material on them I’ve been wanting to use for awhile (came up with it a few weeks ago).
Me (to alpha HB): “You seem charismatic, confident. What makes you so confident?”
Her: (confused at the apparent stupidity of the question) “Look at me.”
Me: “Okay, your looks. So if I was blind and you had to win me over with your personality, could you do it?”
Her: “Yes!”
HB Alpha started being rude to me a few minutes later, so I directed my attention to the HB8 of the group. HB Alpha pulled out her phone and pretended she didn’t care. When I addressed the entire group again she tried to lead them away, but I said something that hooked them… I forget what… and suddenly they were all leaning into me, just as powerfully as when I first opened them. A nice moment.
(The two HB sisters were standing nearby, watching me. I didn’t reopen them.)
HB 9 dancer blonde – casual opener, disinterested body language and suddenly she was in my face and in my space. She had to run a few minutes later because her drunk friends were getting into trouble. Didn’t have much time to do anything, but I should definitely have turned it sexual. Looking back at my sets lately, I think turning it sexual (verbally) would take my game forward a huge leap in an instant. Seems obvious, right? Well, usually I’m just high value and fun, relying on kino to instill the sexual element to the seduction. I think simple verbal flirting would be a powerful tool here.
Opened a cute girl in the bathroom. The conversation went strangely, she was very awkward. She was staring at me when I left.
Opened a mixed set with a guy and a girl. The guy turned out to be very cool, an alpha male type who was worldly, intelligent and dominant in very subtle ways. Usually when I open a mixed set, I’ll ignore the girl the first time she talks to me and finally give her my attention the second time she tries. I learned a lesson here: the guy cut her off every time she tried to talk to me in order to steer my attention away from her. It totally worked because I intended on ignoring her the first time, anyways, but I can see now how to work a set like this. Puma (formerly PJ; she likes Puma better), McMaax’s girlfriend, said this was my best set of the night and my value was frequently above the other guy’s. She said not many people could have done that.
HB librarian – pretty girl dressed classy and provocatively, a great (but rare) combination. Casual conversation led to her and her friend hooking me up with an awesome job when I move down here. This is a milestone for me. I’ve always admired a friend of mine who never lacks a place to sleep or an amazing job because of his ability to know people. I got my first major taste of it tonight, and the flavour was everything I wanted! Plus, her friend is totally going to jump my bones when I come work with them.
When HB Librarian Left, HB 8 from the sisters was standing around for my attention. I called her over and we chatted. She was worried because her sister disappeared on her. We laughed. I noticed HB Russian standing around, so I called her over as HB 8 spotted her sister in the crowd and ran off.
So HB Russian and I are flirting and joking. Physically teasing each other. I spanked her and she slapped me, so I spanked her again and she slapped me again. Then we both tried to take control of the situation at the same time. I started saying, “Okay, we need to scale this down a bit.” And she kept trying grab my chin and lecture me like I was a child. I kept pushing her hand away and repeating that we need to scale this down a bit and she kept trying to grab my face.
Finally there was a space for my words to be effective, so I apologized. She seemed sarcastic, so I repeated it in a way that she knew was genuine.
Me: “I am sincerely sorry. I was playing around and I would not have done that if I knew it would have affected you like that. I hope you can accept my apology.” Not done in a wheedling way, but in a powerful way like anyone trying to talk someone out of an emotional state. Very calming, which is incredibly powerful because only someone from the higher position can speak like that.
Her: (calming down) “You can pretty much get away with anything except for that.”
I apologized again… this one felt weak to me, but I’m usually wrong about these things… and we kind of settled. I moved away and we stood there in silence. Some guy came by to collect beer bottles. I asked HBRussian if she knew or any nearby restaurants.
She looked at me with an expression that told me she was clearly thinking, “Who is this guy?” Obviously, she hasn’t had much experience with a guy who was confident enough to stand his ground (not letting her grab my face and speaking from power), but still powerful enough to apologize without losing value. From what I know of similar women, I’d guess she’s only used to guys who are powerful because they’re abusive assholes. Looking back, I realize that she knew I was something good for her and didn’t know how to approach that.
She came over, stood in front of me, very close to me, and asked if I wanted to go to an after-hours party with her.
We walked; her, Puma and I. HBRussian felt awkward on the way, because I wasn’t saying anything. She took my arm in hers, then let go of it when she felt awkward again. I went to hold her hand and she rejected that, but she took my arm in hers again.
She had her tough front up, which I was responding to instead of acting with the (now) obvious knowledge that she wanted me more than ever. I should have noticed that she absolutely loved it whenever I treated her warmly and acceptingly, but because she had her tough face on I thought I needed to raise my value.
Looking back, my value and confidence had her feeling intimidated. She wanted to be accepted after the spanking thing; she was definitely feeling bad for slapping me and coming off as an emotional spaz in the face of my composure.
I’d like to say the night got really hot, but we found the after hours club much later than I thought we would and I still had Puma to think of, so I left HB Russian at the after hours club and took Puma home. HBRussian told me to call her.
I called her a little while ago and left a message. If she doesn’t respond, I’ll try a few more times then let her go.
Went out last night to a club in Toronto, had an amazing night.
Highlights of the night:
HB Russian – opened a hot Russian girl who was not enjoying her blind date. I DHVed with stories, did some push pull. She really liked it when I said I thought she was a cool person… I need to pay attention to how girls respond to compliments… it’ll tell me how open they are to me. Made a sexual joke that didn’t go over well. Finished the set with her swatting me after I said, “Oh no. You’re one of those girls who know how to use their sexuality. You’re a total threat to me. I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
HB 9 and HB8 sisters – opened powerfully, directly; challenged them off the opener, teased, kinoed. When I tried to leave HB9 turned it sexual on me. I joked with them for a bit and then left. As they were walking past me I stopped her and got her Facebook info. Not as weak as it sounds. It’s the best way to stay in touch until I move her in September.
HB Russian again – she came back, I called her over. Flirted with her, told her she had sexy shoes, kino. She really wanted to be with me instead of her date. I took out my phone to take her number. She said something (I forget what) and I off-handedly remarked that I was going to tear off all her clothing and tickle her. She jumped back a few steps and said that was never going to happen, but I handed her my phone and she put her number in. Then she wanted to know my name and I refused to tell her.
HB 7, 7, 8 – some drunk girls in their young twenties… why do mid-range girls always give me grief while HB9s and 10s never do? Opened them. Lots of ballbusting and challenging on them. Finally got to use a piece of material on them I’ve been wanting to use for awhile (came up with it a few weeks ago).
Me (to alpha HB): “You seem charismatic, confident. What makes you so confident?”
Her: (confused at the apparent stupidity of the question) “Look at me.”
Me: “Okay, your looks. So if I was blind and you had to win me over with your personality, could you do it?”
Her: “Yes!”
HB Alpha started being rude to me a few minutes later, so I directed my attention to the HB8 of the group. HB Alpha pulled out her phone and pretended she didn’t care. When I addressed the entire group again she tried to lead them away, but I said something that hooked them… I forget what… and suddenly they were all leaning into me, just as powerfully as when I first opened them. A nice moment.
(The two HB sisters were standing nearby, watching me. I didn’t reopen them.)
HB 9 dancer blonde – casual opener, disinterested body language and suddenly she was in my face and in my space. She had to run a few minutes later because her drunk friends were getting into trouble. Didn’t have much time to do anything, but I should definitely have turned it sexual. Looking back at my sets lately, I think turning it sexual (verbally) would take my game forward a huge leap in an instant. Seems obvious, right? Well, usually I’m just high value and fun, relying on kino to instill the sexual element to the seduction. I think simple verbal flirting would be a powerful tool here.
Opened a cute girl in the bathroom. The conversation went strangely, she was very awkward. She was staring at me when I left.
Opened a mixed set with a guy and a girl. The guy turned out to be very cool, an alpha male type who was worldly, intelligent and dominant in very subtle ways. Usually when I open a mixed set, I’ll ignore the girl the first time she talks to me and finally give her my attention the second time she tries. I learned a lesson here: the guy cut her off every time she tried to talk to me in order to steer my attention away from her. It totally worked because I intended on ignoring her the first time, anyways, but I can see now how to work a set like this. Puma (formerly PJ; she likes Puma better), McMaax’s girlfriend, said this was my best set of the night and my value was frequently above the other guy’s. She said not many people could have done that.
HB librarian – pretty girl dressed classy and provocatively, a great (but rare) combination. Casual conversation led to her and her friend hooking me up with an awesome job when I move down here. This is a milestone for me. I’ve always admired a friend of mine who never lacks a place to sleep or an amazing job because of his ability to know people. I got my first major taste of it tonight, and the flavour was everything I wanted! Plus, her friend is totally going to jump my bones when I come work with them.
When HB Librarian Left, HB 8 from the sisters was standing around for my attention. I called her over and we chatted. She was worried because her sister disappeared on her. We laughed. I noticed HB Russian standing around, so I called her over as HB 8 spotted her sister in the crowd and ran off.
So HB Russian and I are flirting and joking. Physically teasing each other. I spanked her and she slapped me, so I spanked her again and she slapped me again. Then we both tried to take control of the situation at the same time. I started saying, “Okay, we need to scale this down a bit.” And she kept trying grab my chin and lecture me like I was a child. I kept pushing her hand away and repeating that we need to scale this down a bit and she kept trying to grab my face.
Finally there was a space for my words to be effective, so I apologized. She seemed sarcastic, so I repeated it in a way that she knew was genuine.
Me: “I am sincerely sorry. I was playing around and I would not have done that if I knew it would have affected you like that. I hope you can accept my apology.” Not done in a wheedling way, but in a powerful way like anyone trying to talk someone out of an emotional state. Very calming, which is incredibly powerful because only someone from the higher position can speak like that.
Her: (calming down) “You can pretty much get away with anything except for that.”
I apologized again… this one felt weak to me, but I’m usually wrong about these things… and we kind of settled. I moved away and we stood there in silence. Some guy came by to collect beer bottles. I asked HBRussian if she knew or any nearby restaurants.
She looked at me with an expression that told me she was clearly thinking, “Who is this guy?” Obviously, she hasn’t had much experience with a guy who was confident enough to stand his ground (not letting her grab my face and speaking from power), but still powerful enough to apologize without losing value. From what I know of similar women, I’d guess she’s only used to guys who are powerful because they’re abusive assholes. Looking back, I realize that she knew I was something good for her and didn’t know how to approach that.
She came over, stood in front of me, very close to me, and asked if I wanted to go to an after-hours party with her.
We walked; her, Puma and I. HBRussian felt awkward on the way, because I wasn’t saying anything. She took my arm in hers, then let go of it when she felt awkward again. I went to hold her hand and she rejected that, but she took my arm in hers again.
She had her tough front up, which I was responding to instead of acting with the (now) obvious knowledge that she wanted me more than ever. I should have noticed that she absolutely loved it whenever I treated her warmly and acceptingly, but because she had her tough face on I thought I needed to raise my value.
Looking back, my value and confidence had her feeling intimidated. She wanted to be accepted after the spanking thing; she was definitely feeling bad for slapping me and coming off as an emotional spaz in the face of my composure.
I’d like to say the night got really hot, but we found the after hours club much later than I thought we would and I still had Puma to think of, so I left HB Russian at the after hours club and took Puma home. HBRussian told me to call her.
I called her a little while ago and left a message. If she doesn’t respond, I’ll try a few more times then let her go.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Don't Ever Be These Guys (Loser A and Loser B)
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Okay, so I'm getting ready to move to Toronto and things are crazy. I'm down here now, looking for apartments, and crashing on the couch of McMaax's awesome girlfriend, PJ. McMaax is in Chicago, so her and I have been going out gaming. We went to a mall a few days ago. I did an awesome mixed set, it couldn't have been more straightforward: open the guy, make some jokes, tell a funny story, sit back and watch the girl beg for my attention.
Walking through the mall I saw a smoking hot blond coming towards us, so I had to open her. I opened her, chatted, felt I was losing her because I was worried about losing her, recovered, then ended the convo and left. This is what happens when you just babble to someone instead of saying powerful things to someone. The attraction you get from approaching well can disappear if the things you say after it aren't just as self-assured.
Last night we went out to some clubs. I approached some girls on the street, had some fun. I opened some hot Asian girls in line but lost them because I came off as too high value. PJ says that's responsible for a lot of my missed sets recently. Who knew? I guess it's time to turn down the volume on the value and spend more time just bringing them on emotional journeys. Looking back, I know exactly what I needed to do for that set.
(There was a funny moment where I told the HB9 she had cute little elf ears and she was so stunned that she started laughing but wanted to know if it was a compliment or if I was being mean and also wanted to fire something back, but she was a little drunk, and the final result was that she made a bunch of faces, squealed, stumbled and fell over the velvet rope. Then she hopped up and demanded to know if my elf comment was supposed to be "some sort of compliment." I said, "I didn't think it would make you fall over." as though there were something wrong with her and I could see at that moment I hurt her value too much. She was very withdrawn after that.)
Had a bizarre AMOGing frenzy from hell.
I lost PJ, was looking for her. Went onto the patio and, as I was leaving, this guy with a cute girl randomly tried to AMOG me.I was walking past and he tapped me on the arm. Then he did a little dance and said, "Come on, man! Have some fun! Get with it!" I'm no one's stepping stone for building value for a girl.
I go over and ask if he knows of any cool clubs.Challenge his coolness, "Now is [his recommended club] really cool? My level of cool?" He qualifies it.
I ignore him and say, "A girl friend of mine once told me that she went on a blind date with a guy who had a Hitler mustache. (to the girl) Would you ever go on a blind date with a guy with a Hitler mustache?"
Him: "Hey! You don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"
Me: "No, you need to know this. It might save you from some grooming mistakes in the future."
She laughs. He looks freaked out, suddenly realizing just how badly this is going to go for him. So before she can answer me, he does the only thing he can think of to prevent me from talking: He starts shouting, "Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!" repeatedly at the top of his lungs. I stare at him like he's an idiot and he tries to defend himself, "Last time I saw you, you kept telling me your name is Chad! And I was like, 'Chad, what's with you?'"
I laugh at him, "That's amazing, since I've never been to Toronto before. That's a hell of a memory you have." Then I turn to the girl and say, "You guys must have an amazing sex life."
She laughs and he looks like I've slapped him. I put a hand on his shoulder and tell them to have a good night.
I find PJ, tell her the story. She cracks up. We go back to the patio and hang. PJ's friend A was with us. I open a nearby set. This entire time the previous dumbass (herefore known as Loser A) is yelling, "Chad!" at me to get my attention. I ignore him for about five minutes or more until his dumbass friend (Loser B) taps me on the shoulder. So I turn around and see Loser A with his girlfriend on his lap,beckoning forward. I obey and he sticks out his hand, clearly feeling like he's holding court and being the dominant male. I've just wandered into his social circle, three guys and two girls, and I need to own it.
Me: (shaking his hand) "Am I still talking to you? I remember you being kind of loud and kind of goofy." His face falls for a second, but he pushes forward valiantly. I AMOG him repeatedly, AMOG Loser B. Loser A's girlfriend keeps trying to ask me where I'm from, which is just infuriating Loser A. He keeps reminding me that they have been dating for two years. Finally, I go, "Awwwwwwwwww. That's so cute!" as though I'm talking to a child. He really doesn't like this. He says something angrily and I ignore him, repeating myself in an even more patronizing tone, "Awwwwwww... that's so cute! You guys should go to Vegas and have a shotgun wedding! Tonight!"
He tries to control the frame: "Well, you'd have to come with us." (ie. ordering me around)
Me: " Damn right you can't get married without me! I'm the best man! I'm clearly the best man!"
His girlfriend loves this and laughs uncontrollably.
Loser A tries to control the conversation: "I just went to Cuba and..."
I interrupt him and wave my hand dismissively, "I don't believe that."
He sits forward, kind of desperately, "No, I did! I just came back!"
Me: "How hot are the girls there?"
Now his girlfriend is glaring at him and he looks panicky. Loser B, this entire time, has been trying to AMOG but he is just so totally ignorable. I turn my attention to the only guy in the group who seems cool and realize he's stoned. I laugh really loudly at this, it doesn't surprise me. At this point Loser A's girlfriend leaves because she realizes that I have stripped away their social value and she's suddenly embarassed. I'm getting tired of talking to them, so I say, "Well, she just left and, I hate to say it, she was the personality of the group. You guys don't make the cut, but keep trying and you'll find somebody who likes you."
I walk back to PJ and A as they shout after me, "Chad! Chad!" so I'll come back and diminish my incredibly powerful exit. One of them shouts, "I do have someone who likes me!" I couldn't stop laughing at this. I've never stripped someone's value so thoroughly that they have to shout at me that somebody likes them.
Okay, so I'm getting ready to move to Toronto and things are crazy. I'm down here now, looking for apartments, and crashing on the couch of McMaax's awesome girlfriend, PJ. McMaax is in Chicago, so her and I have been going out gaming. We went to a mall a few days ago. I did an awesome mixed set, it couldn't have been more straightforward: open the guy, make some jokes, tell a funny story, sit back and watch the girl beg for my attention.
Walking through the mall I saw a smoking hot blond coming towards us, so I had to open her. I opened her, chatted, felt I was losing her because I was worried about losing her, recovered, then ended the convo and left. This is what happens when you just babble to someone instead of saying powerful things to someone. The attraction you get from approaching well can disappear if the things you say after it aren't just as self-assured.
Last night we went out to some clubs. I approached some girls on the street, had some fun. I opened some hot Asian girls in line but lost them because I came off as too high value. PJ says that's responsible for a lot of my missed sets recently. Who knew? I guess it's time to turn down the volume on the value and spend more time just bringing them on emotional journeys. Looking back, I know exactly what I needed to do for that set.
(There was a funny moment where I told the HB9 she had cute little elf ears and she was so stunned that she started laughing but wanted to know if it was a compliment or if I was being mean and also wanted to fire something back, but she was a little drunk, and the final result was that she made a bunch of faces, squealed, stumbled and fell over the velvet rope. Then she hopped up and demanded to know if my elf comment was supposed to be "some sort of compliment." I said, "I didn't think it would make you fall over." as though there were something wrong with her and I could see at that moment I hurt her value too much. She was very withdrawn after that.)
Had a bizarre AMOGing frenzy from hell.
I lost PJ, was looking for her. Went onto the patio and, as I was leaving, this guy with a cute girl randomly tried to AMOG me.I was walking past and he tapped me on the arm. Then he did a little dance and said, "Come on, man! Have some fun! Get with it!" I'm no one's stepping stone for building value for a girl.
I go over and ask if he knows of any cool clubs.Challenge his coolness, "Now is [his recommended club] really cool? My level of cool?" He qualifies it.
I ignore him and say, "A girl friend of mine once told me that she went on a blind date with a guy who had a Hitler mustache. (to the girl) Would you ever go on a blind date with a guy with a Hitler mustache?"
Him: "Hey! You don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"
Me: "No, you need to know this. It might save you from some grooming mistakes in the future."
She laughs. He looks freaked out, suddenly realizing just how badly this is going to go for him. So before she can answer me, he does the only thing he can think of to prevent me from talking: He starts shouting, "Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!" repeatedly at the top of his lungs. I stare at him like he's an idiot and he tries to defend himself, "Last time I saw you, you kept telling me your name is Chad! And I was like, 'Chad, what's with you?'"
I laugh at him, "That's amazing, since I've never been to Toronto before. That's a hell of a memory you have." Then I turn to the girl and say, "You guys must have an amazing sex life."
She laughs and he looks like I've slapped him. I put a hand on his shoulder and tell them to have a good night.
I find PJ, tell her the story. She cracks up. We go back to the patio and hang. PJ's friend A was with us. I open a nearby set. This entire time the previous dumbass (herefore known as Loser A) is yelling, "Chad!" at me to get my attention. I ignore him for about five minutes or more until his dumbass friend (Loser B) taps me on the shoulder. So I turn around and see Loser A with his girlfriend on his lap,beckoning forward. I obey and he sticks out his hand, clearly feeling like he's holding court and being the dominant male. I've just wandered into his social circle, three guys and two girls, and I need to own it.
Me: (shaking his hand) "Am I still talking to you? I remember you being kind of loud and kind of goofy." His face falls for a second, but he pushes forward valiantly. I AMOG him repeatedly, AMOG Loser B. Loser A's girlfriend keeps trying to ask me where I'm from, which is just infuriating Loser A. He keeps reminding me that they have been dating for two years. Finally, I go, "Awwwwwwwwww. That's so cute!" as though I'm talking to a child. He really doesn't like this. He says something angrily and I ignore him, repeating myself in an even more patronizing tone, "Awwwwwww... that's so cute! You guys should go to Vegas and have a shotgun wedding! Tonight!"
He tries to control the frame: "Well, you'd have to come with us." (ie. ordering me around)
Me: " Damn right you can't get married without me! I'm the best man! I'm clearly the best man!"
His girlfriend loves this and laughs uncontrollably.
Loser A tries to control the conversation: "I just went to Cuba and..."
I interrupt him and wave my hand dismissively, "I don't believe that."
He sits forward, kind of desperately, "No, I did! I just came back!"
Me: "How hot are the girls there?"
Now his girlfriend is glaring at him and he looks panicky. Loser B, this entire time, has been trying to AMOG but he is just so totally ignorable. I turn my attention to the only guy in the group who seems cool and realize he's stoned. I laugh really loudly at this, it doesn't surprise me. At this point Loser A's girlfriend leaves because she realizes that I have stripped away their social value and she's suddenly embarassed. I'm getting tired of talking to them, so I say, "Well, she just left and, I hate to say it, she was the personality of the group. You guys don't make the cut, but keep trying and you'll find somebody who likes you."
I walk back to PJ and A as they shout after me, "Chad! Chad!" so I'll come back and diminish my incredibly powerful exit. One of them shouts, "I do have someone who likes me!" I couldn't stop laughing at this. I've never stripped someone's value so thoroughly that they have to shout at me that somebody likes them.
The Stripper and the Celebrity
Okay, so a lot of people have been wondering what happened with that stripper. I actually ran into her the next night and gamed her some more, then it went really weird. I think it's true: strippers are insane.
Highlights:
I walked up and said, "Hey, how's my favorite trouble-making blonde doing?"
She laughed.
Me: "So my night's going weird. Tell me something fun to cheer me up."
Her: "I think everyone's night's going weird. It's a weird day."
Me: "No, that didn't do it. I know what'll cheer me up."
I put an arm around her waist and pull her close. I press my nose against her shoulder and gently inhale her scent as I drag my lips up her neck to her ear.
I step back.
Me: "Mmmm. Strawberries...(weird face) and ham."
Her: "Ham?"
Me: "I've got to be honest with you. I feel like being a jerk tonight. I'm going to tease you about all kinds of things."
She laughs and starts squeezing my bum.
Me: "Hey, hey! Hands off! If I let you touch me I'll have to let all the girls touch me!"
She laughs and squeezes my bum some more.
Later on things started getting awkward. She asked me to buy her and her stripper friend a drink. I told them I don't buy girls drinks.
Her: "Well, pretend you're a big spender tonight."
Me: (judging her and she knew it) "Are you telling me I need to buy your attention?"
Her: "Well... no... but... blah blah blah."
Anyways, I recovered from that awkwardness just through the strength of frame control and got her number, but then she started getting weird again and was downright rude to me when I was leaving the club later in the night.
That same night I opened some girls and the hot one turned out to be a celebrity from Miami. Had her loving me, had her friend loving me; think I lost her when I failed to escalate. We hung out for over an hour, laughing and having fun, but looking back my strategy of not being sexually aggressive with a girl (playing hard to get) failed here because this girl is used to guys failing to get sexual with her (due to her status). I'm pretty sure pure cave-manning would have been exactly what she wanted.
Update from a few weeks ago: went out to play the social proof game. It's like a video game where you get imaginary points for being in set and you lose points for walking and doing nothing. When I first started this stuff I had a lot of approach anxiety, but I finally realized that if I'm going to get blown out I'd rather get blown out by the hottest girls in the club because when things go well I want them to go well with the hottest girls in the club. So fast forward a few years and the pattern I've developed is I'll just chill until I see a girl I want to approach, then I'll go and talk to her. Knight is a social proof machine and a rolling dance party and I see with my own eyes the amazing things that happen to him, so I want some of that in my game. This particular night I went out and did a good job of opening everyone throughout the night. Just part of being social.
Highlights:
I walked up and said, "Hey, how's my favorite trouble-making blonde doing?"
She laughed.
Me: "So my night's going weird. Tell me something fun to cheer me up."
Her: "I think everyone's night's going weird. It's a weird day."
Me: "No, that didn't do it. I know what'll cheer me up."
I put an arm around her waist and pull her close. I press my nose against her shoulder and gently inhale her scent as I drag my lips up her neck to her ear.
I step back.
Me: "Mmmm. Strawberries...(weird face) and ham."
Her: "Ham?"
Me: "I've got to be honest with you. I feel like being a jerk tonight. I'm going to tease you about all kinds of things."
She laughs and starts squeezing my bum.
Me: "Hey, hey! Hands off! If I let you touch me I'll have to let all the girls touch me!"
She laughs and squeezes my bum some more.
Later on things started getting awkward. She asked me to buy her and her stripper friend a drink. I told them I don't buy girls drinks.
Her: "Well, pretend you're a big spender tonight."
Me: (judging her and she knew it) "Are you telling me I need to buy your attention?"
Her: "Well... no... but... blah blah blah."
Anyways, I recovered from that awkwardness just through the strength of frame control and got her number, but then she started getting weird again and was downright rude to me when I was leaving the club later in the night.
That same night I opened some girls and the hot one turned out to be a celebrity from Miami. Had her loving me, had her friend loving me; think I lost her when I failed to escalate. We hung out for over an hour, laughing and having fun, but looking back my strategy of not being sexually aggressive with a girl (playing hard to get) failed here because this girl is used to guys failing to get sexual with her (due to her status). I'm pretty sure pure cave-manning would have been exactly what she wanted.
Update from a few weeks ago: went out to play the social proof game. It's like a video game where you get imaginary points for being in set and you lose points for walking and doing nothing. When I first started this stuff I had a lot of approach anxiety, but I finally realized that if I'm going to get blown out I'd rather get blown out by the hottest girls in the club because when things go well I want them to go well with the hottest girls in the club. So fast forward a few years and the pattern I've developed is I'll just chill until I see a girl I want to approach, then I'll go and talk to her. Knight is a social proof machine and a rolling dance party and I see with my own eyes the amazing things that happen to him, so I want some of that in my game. This particular night I went out and did a good job of opening everyone throughout the night. Just part of being social.
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