shit-your-pants-in-fear pure masculine power

Ever since I moved to Toronto and have been sarging with MC Maax my notions of what game is have been completely destroyed. My old style was bullshit. Yeah, it got me results, but there's a better way.

What I used to do (emotions + value + escalation)... the girls were thinking, "This feels nice." (And then we'd have sex.)

With MC Maax... the girls are thinking, "I want him."

I'm figuring out what MC Maax is doing bit by bit and the results are staggering to me. This is a field report about the single most powerful pick-up I have ever done. It was shit-your-pants-in-fear pure masculine power with a woman that litters wrecked men across the landscape.

Knight and I are at a club, having fun. Knight is experimenting with how many people he can open in one night. He topped out at seventeen sets, my record is in the twenties.

I see this beautiful woman in the crowd, I'll call her HBTazmanian Devil (because she was this overwhelming dervish of attitude and affection). I'm not sure how to open her, but some awkward kid squeezes past me and I let fly with what might be my strangest opener to date.

To HBTaz: "That guy just rubbed his ass on my cock."

HBTaz: "Oh, gross!"

Me: "What the fuck? Are you my bodyguard or what? You're supposed to protect my cock. What happened?"

HBTaz: "I'll stop him next time."

Me: "That doesn't cut it. Come on, you went through the academy, you had the training. You are supposed to jump in front of a weird man's ass for me."

HBTaz: (touching my chest) "There must be some way I can redeem myself!"

I introduce myself, we dance for a bit. She starts talking to her friend and I leave.

I come back a few minutes later with a drink. I see her and her friend getting hit on by some guys. She moves towards me, I start dancing with her. She goes back to rescue her friend and we keep dancing.

I lead her to the bar where she can put down her purse and drink. I try to show her some dynamic dance moves, but she claims to be timid. She hints that we should go where no one can see us, but it feels like a test to me. When I refuse to bite, she switches from sexy vixen to warrior queen, "I can't dance with you.You're too young for me."

"What? How old do you think I am?"

She guesses it right, which stuns me. She looks like she can't be any more than 23 and I'm 28.

Me: "How old are you?"

Her: "Too old for you!"

Me: "How old are you?"

Her: "Way too old for you!"

Me: "I'm not saying you're not too old for me, I just want to know how old you are." (Important: any other guy would have pleaded to reassure her that she wasn't too old. I let her know that it was a possibility.)

Her: (caught off guard) "35."

(Holy shit. This woman is the youngest looking hottie ever.)

Me: "So you have an issue with your age and you don't want to dance with me?"

Her: (insulted) "I don't have an issue with my age!"

Me: "If you didn't have an issue with your age, you'd be okay having five minutes of fun with a cool guy."

Even though I meant dancing, she interprets "five minutes of fun" as... I don't know... sex in the bathroom or something... and flies off the handle. "I'm not that kind of girl! I know how to have fun! You want a slutty little 25 year old! That's who you can play! That's who you want! That's who you can have fun with! I don't have one-night stands!" (More ranting which I don't remember.)

Me: "I don't understand. I don't see the conflict. I don't see the conflict which prevents you from dancing with a fun guy in the club."

She withers under my gaze as she realizes she's just made an ass out of herself.

HBTaz: "... there is no conflict."

Me: "If you're really trying to push me away that badly, I'll take you to back to your friends."

HBTaz: "They're just over here." Long eye contact, the warrior is gone. She kinos me as I leave.

Ten minutes later:

Knight and I are talking to each other, she stands very close to us, obviously wanting me to reopen her. I kino her on the stomach and ask how she's doing.

Knight (not realizing I opened her earlier) runs a bad-girl routine on her and she starts pretending to expose her breasts (I can't explain how she did it in a way that was sexy, not trashy, but she did) and saying, "Yeah, because I'm a bad-girl, right? Because that works on girls, right? Get out of here!" Back to warrior mode.

Now I'm a bit pissed, no one talks to my friends like that, so I tap her on the shoulder, look her sternly in the eyes and say, "What the hell kind of assumptions have you made about me?"

HBTaz: "That you're a player!"

Me: "That's really insulting, do you know that?"

I stare at her, unblinking for a long moment. She retuns my stare defiantly, chin thrust out. Slowly my cool gaze overpowers her and soon she's a shy face peeking out from under her eyebrows. I let a slow smile play at the corner of my lips and suddenly she crumbles and steps forward, wrapping her arms around me and burying her head in my chest. Back to sexy vixen mode.

I hold her. I rub her back, she rubs my chest. Some instinct tells me how to run this.

I step back and stare at her intensely.

Me: "Look, you've got a pretty face and tits and an ass and every other guy here would be down on his knees slobbering for you, but I'm not that guy."

She buries her face in my chest again and it feels SO GOOD. In a few moments she steps back, stares at me, licks her lips, and begins running her hands through her hair and across her body. Again, it sounds obvious and trashy, but somehow she did it in such a classy, erotic way. It actually took me a moment to realize what she was doing. It was so subtle and so hot. This girl knows how to use her looks.

I step into her space again and whisper, "Nice try, but that's not going to work on me."

She loves that and wraps her arms around me again. Her friends try to drag her away, so she tells me to get out my phone so she can give me her number. We put it in my phone. I kiss her on the head and I say, "That's all you get."

This pisses her off and she's back in warrior mode. "I'll be the one who decides who gets what!"

We banter back and forth and I pull her close and say, "Look, if you're not brilliant, adventurous, sexual then I'm not interested in you. I'm used to beautiful women and I want more than your looks."

She falters for a minute, becoming my sexy vixen, then returns to her battle persona.

HBTaz: "You don't even compare to me! I'm so high-maintenance!"

Me: "How are you high-maintenance?" (no answer) "You don't even know!"

HBTaz: "Yeah, I do! I want love! I want something real! I want all men to kiss my ass!"

Me: (firm eye contact) "If you turn out to be the most amazing woman on the planet... I MIGHT kiss your ass."

She loves this and buries herself against my chest. Suddenly some random girl shows up and throws herself into my arms and some dumb guy tries to touch me because Knight lost his brain and decided it would be funny to send these twits into my set. HBTaz storms away and I follow her because, once again, I need to convince her I'm not a player.

The important thing here is that I did not use physical force, in any way, to get her to listen to me. I simply commanded her attention.

Me: "Those were my friends. It was a practical joke."

HBTaz: "Yeah, whatever. Piss off."

Me: "No. I'm not leaving. Those were my friends."

She looks over my shoulder, realizes they probably were, but gives me some more attitude.

Me: "Look, you don't intimidate me so stop trying."

Again, her fierce warrior side melts away an she's buried in my chest again. I lose myself in the smell of her hair.

HBTaz: "I don't want to intimidate you."

Me: "I know. I know you're turned on by the fact that I'm not intimidated by you. I can tell you intimidate a lot of guys."

I hold her for a minute, then realize there's nothing more I can do for this set. The interrupt was a major setback and I really didn't want to expend much more energy here. I'd done what I could to save the set. I told her I'd call her, she made a motion as if to say, "Don't bother." and I rejoined Knight.

Driving home from the club she sent me a text to call her. The sweetest victory. The single most powerful interaction I have ever ran in my life.

The blueprint for the future.

Managing Expectations to Excite Every Woman

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MANAGING EXPECTATIONS: HERS, THEIRS AND YOURS

HER EXPECTATIONS

Her expectations and the myriad paths her imagination take can have her shaking with desire for you. I recently met an amazing chocolate girl at a club. Hours before our Day 2, we talked on the phone and she was so clearly nervous. In that subtle, unspoken way she was begging me to make her feel comfortable. I could hear her trembling over the phone. At one point she phoned me and canceled. I told her to stop freaking out and be ready for eight.

Now here's the thing: I could have said everything she wanted to hear. I could have said that she had no reason to be nervous, that she didn't need to worry about impressing me, that I wasn't going to have sex with her... I could have said anything calm her excitement. But I didn't.

What you don't realize is that when you meet a woman for a date (if you've done it right) she has spent the last hour giggling nervously, pouring over her outfits, speculating with her friends over the phone and loving every minute of it. She would not change that for all the money in the world! Those emotions are the most thrilling things she has felt in years and they're so scarce that she will remember you for years!

You're not giving her what makes her feel safe, but you're giving her what feels incredible. You are a maestro with the world's greatest and most inscrutable instrument.

YOUR NEEDINESS

At the end of the night, she asked to stay over, but I told her to get dressed and I'd drive her home because I had to get up early in the morning. I wasn't cold or detached. We were warmly intertwined, basking in that post-amazing-sex glow.

It was frustrating to her, because she did not want those oh-so-good feelings to end, but like any tragic love story the real world wrenched us apart and she'd have to relive our night in her mind until we met again. Parting is such sweet sorrow, remember.

Now most guys would have absolutely let her stay. They would have been thrilled. As much as I would have enjoyed having her sleep on my chest all night, I knew that I had things to do in the morning and I definitely knew that yearning to be with me would be far more impacting to her than actually being with me. A gorgeous woman who spends all day fantasizing about pouncing on you and ripping off your clothes has a much more exciting life one who's curled up in your arms.

Asking her to stay when she wants to stay is the best case scenario, by the way. The worst case is she wants to go home and you start pleading with her to stay. That kind of neediness kills attraction instantly. Some pick-up schools say to always be less interested than the girl. I don't like that idea, I genuinely like connecting with women. When you're connected to a woman you will just know what is attractive to her and what's not.

THEIR EXPECTATIONS

This past weekend Knight and I hit the clubs with Shaolin, a student who's taken one-on-one coaching with us. I'll call him Shaolin because his reserved demeanor and shaved head remind me of a warrior monk.

Shaolin had never really approached before, but he absolutely impressed me. He went into every set we pointed out and immediately implemented our suggestions. It wasn't long before he was going into groups of four girls and mini-isolating the cute blondes. He walked into sets and had girls turning their bodies right into him while playing with their hair.

One of the things I told him was that you can't worry about what anyone in the club is thinking. Yeah, some people will see him approach and thing he's a loser, but confident people will see him approach and think, "Hey, that guy seems cool." Negative people will think, "Look at that loser, trying to pick up girls." If Shaolin stood against the wall instead of approaching, those same negative people would be thinking, "Look at that loser, he doesn't have anyone."

The point? Don't worry about anyone else's expectations because they're going to like you or dislike you for reasons that probably have nothing to do with you. Ignore them.

YOUR EXPECTATIONS

Unfortunately, that same night Knight, Shaolin and I went out... my sexy, beautiful Mocha-girl did something completely unacceptable to me. I won't go into the details, but she did something that I consider to be very horrible.

What it boils down to is that I cannot be in a relationship with someone who has done what she has done. She is playing word games, trying to convince me the issue is resolved, but I can read women (and her) better than that.

It's a more extreme version of farting. I tell every girl I'm with I don't want them to fart around me. They always get angry at this (as though they have some sort of secret farting agenda), but we both know that the moment they fart around me is the moment they no longer care about impressing me. Is it unreasonable? I don't know, but it's a stipulation I put on my relationships because it's important to me.

I don't know what's going to happen. Either we're going to break up or we'll have a positive relationship. The one thing that can't happen is a relationship where we're both miserable. That is the power of standards.

So the lesson here: always let your expectations and standards be known. This is attractive. This ensures happier relationships. Women respect and are attracted to a man who upholds high standards, just like men are attracted to women with high standards. Cultivate this powerful facet of your personality and watch women work to please you.

Similarly, if you want to date more than one girl at a time, make sure the girls you're seeing know this. Lying about it is ridiculous and hurtful. I have rarely had this backfire on me. Some girls really are searching for a life-time commitment, but the rest understand your wants, will respect you for the courage of your honesty and be more attracted to you for it. Believe me, there is no shortage of women who are tired of having men hang around, so always let your expectations be known.

should have banged the model in the bathroom

Wow... it's been a long time since I blogged last... it seems to be a case of a lot of things going south in my personal life (everything that could go wrong in my recent move... has) and me not really appreciating all the cool sarging stuff I do on a daily basis. It's not until tonight, when I picked up a model, that I feel like I have something worth blogging about. Which is stupid because I know a lot of people learn from my posts even when I just sarge cuties at the supermarket.

Okay, so here's the setting: my wing and I go out to a club. I see some really cute black girls outside smoking. They're with two guys. The guys are clearly trying to pick them up, so I don't have to befriend them. I go over, do an indirect opener. Ask them about something in the city. Get her talking. Intrigue her. We'll call her HBBooty (and her friend HBHat). HBBooty is a very reserved girl. Rockstar game wouldn't work on her, I know right away I need to do the thing that's easiest for me: be myself. Sounds dumb, but a lot of guys can't do it and it took me awhile to figure out how to do it fearlessly. A lot of beautiful girls are genuinely most attracted to guys who are just normal and themselves in their presence. Connecting with girls is just so easy for me: if they're open to it, it's the easiest kind of pick-up for me.

HBBooty and HBHat start telling me about which magazines HBBooty is going to be on the cover of in the upcoming months... I wasn't really attracted to her until I found out she was a model/celebrity. Every girl I meet has done some modelling or is a "model", but this girl was the real deal. Fashion, men's magazines, etc.

I compliment HBBooty on her nails... was going to follow up with a disqualifier, but luckily she interrupted me. That would have been shooting myself in the foot. This girl didn't need one, she was down-to-earth.

HBBooty's dude disappears to buy her a drink. She follows, saying she has to make sure he doesn't spike her drink, but tells HBHat to keep talking to me (because she wants me there when I get back). I talk to HBHat, she's ignoring her guy and asking me all kinds of questions. I decide to leave and reopen them later since, lately, I just don't put much effort into sets. I try to leave, HBHat wants me to stay. She introduces herself and shakes my hand. I tell her that she has warm hands and she starts rubbing my hands to warm them. I eventually leave.

I reopen them later and some other guy has his arm around HBBooty. I walk in, start talking to her. The guy tries to blow me out, I ignore him. Her and I are talking now. I introduce myself, she introduces herself. The guy feels awkward now and takes his hand away. In a few minutes he'll wander away. Her and I have our eyes locked on and a natural, connecting conversation ensues. I tell her about some of my short-term goals (the adventurous ones), I qualify her on being adventurous, ask where she's travelled and what her favourite place was.

Ultra-powerful moment, the kind that left her squirming in her pants: I tell her that I admire Indian weddings because the groom rides up on a horse, claims his bride and carries her off... and that appeals to the ancient warrior king in me. The reaction in her eyes as she associated me with an ancient warrior king... such a good feeling for me. Here's a tip, guys: more important to her than how she sees you is how you see yourself and how other people see you. Work that.

At this point the dude who had his arm around her returns and puts his arm around her, tries to whisper something. We both ignore him I continue to describe to her the PG-rated ways she could pleasure me. The dude leaves.

At this point we're shivering in the Canadian cold. I mean, I'M frickin' freezing and I never get cold. This poor girl was dying in order to keep talking to me. (Quick tip: if a girl will talk to you, she's interested... if she'll talk to you even though she's physically uncomfortable, she's really interested.)

I spent a lot of time in connection phase with this girl. This is important. The next day when the drink wears off and she's back in logic mode and stressed under the demands of her day, she'll forget about the cute, funny guy she was attracted to, but she'll remember the guy she had a deep, rare connection with.

I take her number, arrange a day two, she begged me to call her. I offered to take her inside and help her find her friends. I said goodbye to HBHat who grabbed my hands tightly and had so much pleasure looking into my eyes. She hinted that they might follow my wing and me to the next club, but they never did.

The last thing I said to HBBooty (aside from promising to see her again) was thanking her for being interesting and intelligent. She laughed and said, "thanks." At which point I praised her ability to take a compliment.

My thoughts: my kino was weak, I hadn't turned on the primal switches with touch and space invasion. She was kinoing me big time, which should have been my invitation to pump up the heat.

The rest of the night at the other club was crappy: in the past when I've opened and truly connected (not "game" connect) with the hottest girls I've wanted to stop sarging for the night. So we went to the other club where I did nothing, even to the detriment of my wing. Unacceptable.

From now on, I open hard all the time no matter what great accomplishment is under my belt.

Really, I should have stayed at the first club, isolated HBBooty teased her with kisses until she forces the make-out, then extracted. She lived down the street, she told me this because she wanted me to escalate there. (Actually, based on some of the convo we had on how adventurous she was, I should have pulled her into the bathroom and banged her to her kinky heaven.) It wasn't unil I got to the other club that I realized I had no real reason to leave. Hell, the simplest thing would have been to bring her and HBHat with us if I really needed to leave.

This is what I'm learning right now: the little things that sharpen up your closing percentage.

The best part of this set was the impenetrable nature of it.

The logistics were against me: surrounded by guys, came with some of them, HBHat in too much of a party-star mode to really talk to, HBBooty being pestered by some loser and going to her happy place where communication was even more difficult, some co-worker guy trying hard to blow me out, creepy suitors trying to blow me out. Plow, baby, plow, because you're the superstar.

Next time my sarging goals will be: open everyone and create sexual feelings in them through touch, proximity and spoken word.

Now that I'm on a quest to tighten up my closing ratio, this is important. No more Day 2s... I want it that night... in the bathroom.

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