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 She was very withdrawn after that.)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.