Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
G.O.t.Month: When She Walks Into Your Life
Yes,
The Girl of the Month. This is what it's about. Girl of the Day doesn't mean much because many days go by in my life with no girls who amaze me.
Today started as an average day. Not, that I wasn't amazed, but it was the usual women around town.
Then, I was going down the escalator when I first saw her. She looked cute, but I from escalator to escalator, I didn't get a good view.
Then, she comes down to the same floor as me and I see her again. We cross paths.
And then it hits me. This girl is fucking gorgeous. Unbelievable. I quickly scan the archived memories of my brain and realize this must be the hottest woman I've seen in probably the last 4 months? maybe 6 months?
Probably about 5'10" Full luscious breasts (but not fake). Devine cheekbones. Flat stomach. Bright eyes. Tight jeans. Just an amazing body, and pure natural beauty. A powerful woman.
I know that I have to approach her. It's not even a question of hitting on her, it's more like if I saw the most amazing rose, I'd have to stop and smell it.
I walk up and stop her. And, with no holding back I let her know exactly how I felt. That she was unbelievably beautiful. She was super flattered. Funny, that when I got closer, I did see some flaws. Indeed she wasn't perfect, but thank god. If she'd been perfect I might have passed out or something. And she had the warmest smile that I could tell she was a real down to earth person.
I asked her what her story was... married? 6 boyfriends? what?
She said that she had a boyfriend she's known for 9 years. I congratulated her.
Soon after, she went on her way.
Mmmmmm.... so fucking beautiful. Makes me smile.
The Girl of the Month. This is what it's about. Girl of the Day doesn't mean much because many days go by in my life with no girls who amaze me.
Today started as an average day. Not, that I wasn't amazed, but it was the usual women around town.
Then, I was going down the escalator when I first saw her. She looked cute, but I from escalator to escalator, I didn't get a good view.
Then, she comes down to the same floor as me and I see her again. We cross paths.
And then it hits me. This girl is fucking gorgeous. Unbelievable. I quickly scan the archived memories of my brain and realize this must be the hottest woman I've seen in probably the last 4 months? maybe 6 months?
Probably about 5'10" Full luscious breasts (but not fake). Devine cheekbones. Flat stomach. Bright eyes. Tight jeans. Just an amazing body, and pure natural beauty. A powerful woman.
I know that I have to approach her. It's not even a question of hitting on her, it's more like if I saw the most amazing rose, I'd have to stop and smell it.
I walk up and stop her. And, with no holding back I let her know exactly how I felt. That she was unbelievably beautiful. She was super flattered. Funny, that when I got closer, I did see some flaws. Indeed she wasn't perfect, but thank god. If she'd been perfect I might have passed out or something. And she had the warmest smile that I could tell she was a real down to earth person.
I asked her what her story was... married? 6 boyfriends? what?
She said that she had a boyfriend she's known for 9 years. I congratulated her.
Soon after, she went on her way.
Mmmmmm.... so fucking beautiful. Makes me smile.
New Haircut
NEW HAIR!
That's right, I've gone corporate. The hair is gone. May it rest in peace. And, may the unfolding of a new era begin.
I originally decided to grow my hair long "because I could" and it seemed like a fun idea. Now short hair sounds fun too. My hairdresser gets an evil pleasure out of cutting guys long hair off, so at least I made her happy.
I went to Zip Zap Hair, after I was looking on Yelp and saw that my friend Jeffy from RSD recomended it. Gotta say, I was pleased. Very cool spot. Only thing was that my hair lady (Bethany) was like over a half hour late when she finished with me, 'cause we were talking about chicks.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Tale of Good Luck: God Sends Me a Girl
There's a concept I think about a lot. It's called "being hungry." If you're hungry, you're gonna get off your ass and go hunt some food.
It's one of the most amazing forces in the universe because it can overpower any emotion like fear, worry, even pain. The question is how hungry are you?
But, I'll stay on topic here.
Today I was starting to feel the hunger. I haven't even gone a week without a woman, but there was no telling how long it would last.
I even reached a point today, while at home, dreaming, where I thought about an ex-girlfriend of mine and how sexy she would be right about now. I ALMOST picked up the phone and called her. I almost cancelled my plans to go out at night just to call her up and spend a nice Sunday evening cuddling.
But, I didn't do that.
And, I almost cancelled my plans just to stay home and get work done and get a good night sleep. But, I didn't do that either. I was hungry, and I wanted to stay hungry. I love being out, hitting on girls. I just love it. And, I wasn't going to get thrown off the path.
I got dressed up again (same as last night). My white H&M shirt and my black woven fedora. God, I love that shirt and that hat. Oh yeah, and my crazy cool black boot shoes. I was feeling good.
Walking to the bar, I was nervous again. Not only was I going out alone, I was going to a completely new venue. This is it, the ultimate test. I do this, and you can put me in any city anywhere in the world and I'll be right at home. A great mission.
As I was walking down the street, I kept getting compliments on my hat. I always do. My friends on the street asking for change always call it out. One guy even decided to walk with me for a block. He complimented the hat, and then looked down and saw the shoes and then he said he liked the whole look. Then, he looked at me and said "ohhhh... you got game! You're a player aren't you!" I just smiled.
He got excited and then took a penny out of his cup and gave it to me. He said that it was good luck for both of us, as long as I didn't spend it. He said "take it home and lose it and it's good luck for both of us." He didn't even ask for money from me, he just went on his way. Cool.
So, I got to the bar feeling good, and then like a total dork, I got lost inside the building trying to find the actual bar part. Cool. It's for real. I just had to laugh.
Inside the door, I start talking to girls. My first set is two Korean girls. They open up and seem cool, but nothing ever gets going. I don't know why it is, but I haven't done very well with Korean girls for over a year now. Perhaps they can sense that I get too excited. From now on, I think I'm not going to tell them that I've been to Korea. They can find out after they've known me for at least a couple hours. I think it only holds me back. Treat them like normal girls.
Anyway, next set was really cool, and it was the reason that I go out. This is the missing link. The missing puzzle piece. It was two girls who were just plain cool! They weren't hot, they were just fun.
We all started checking out chicks together and then I went and hit on the hot girls, with them as my cheerleaders. This is the shit that makes it all work. Instantly I had two super cool wingmen... that weren't even men, and I didn't even know who they were. That's what I'm talking about. In fact, I think I diagnosed a sticking point today along these lines. I've been falling into that age old trap of chasing only the hot girls. Gotta use all the pieces on the board.
These girls were cool, but eventually I got deep into another set and lost track of them. Hope they had a good night. Hope I see them again someday to give them both big hugs.
The next girl was one who I actually met last weekend. (wow, weeks seem like such a long time these days). I thought that she was really drunk last weekend, but now I think maybe she's just like that. She's a cute little asian girl who just flirts hardcore non-stop with every guy in the bar.
Needless to say, she flirted hardcore with me. I just kept pushing her away, not about to take her seriously until she gave me a reason to. Her guy friend was super cool though. He was a lawyer and told me his break down of the game. This guy was a natural for sure, and I got his email for later contact. (This is also why I go out. Things are coming together here)
Quick interlude: Tall lawyer dude's game -
First off, I think he'd do a little better to give people more space when talking. His face was often way close to mine and honestly, I didn't like it. His kino was on point. he was even constantly touching me on the shoulder completely unconciously. He was also a conversationalist, because he kept me entertained with stories and didn't seem like he'd be shutting up anytime soon. (and that's coming from someone who also likes to talk).
This is how he breaks down the game (all very solid):
"All through high school. All through College. I wasn't getting anything. It wasn't until I graduated law school, and just stopped giving a fuck. That's the secret man! All you gotta do is not give a fuck and you'll get laid so easy. Just be fun and witty and a nice guy and don't give a fuck."
Good summary. Then, he told me about small town America girls and how easy they are. He said they'll fall for any guy who's ever read a whole book. He recomends Fresno and Modesto. Hmmm.... I guess if you can stand the excrutiating pain of strip malls and boredom. (no disrespect to any Fresno/Modesto compadres out there)
Anyway, I forgot the biggest part of the story. Silly me, leaving out details.
This is where it really gets erie. The ex-girlfriend who I mentioned at the beginning... the girl I was thinking about calling. She walked into the bar. I hadn't seen her in probably 4 months, and now I think about fucking her and she appears. Magical, I tell you. This game is simply magical.
I'm talking about step one of the player's 12 steps. I'm fully admiting that there is a higher power at play here. Just try to say that isn't a weird cosmic joke. C'mon.
I give her a hug and say hi. And, then I keep hitting on girls.
Eventually, the super-flirty girl gets kinda pissed that I've been ignoring her. And, for a second she seems to really be interested in me. So, I invite her out for a date. She jumps on it and we swap numbers. I'm not holding my breath, but it would be nice if it works.
Then, I see Christophe of RSD. Now, I'm clearly not alone anymore. My ex-girlfriend and a fellow pickup artist. What's the deal, anyway. I'm just a guy trying to get a break in the big city.
No biggie. I say what's up to him and his cutie. Cool cat.
Then, I look around and see more hot girls, and I look at my ex. And, well, I say "fuck it. This must have come together for a reason. Don't be an idiot, Daniel."
I grab my ex, take her home and fuck her silly. Then, she gets dressed and goes home. She's such a great girl.
I missed the end of a really cool party, but I think God planned it that way. Leaving early only left me wanting more. And, next time it will be sooo on!
It's one of the most amazing forces in the universe because it can overpower any emotion like fear, worry, even pain. The question is how hungry are you?
But, I'll stay on topic here.
Today I was starting to feel the hunger. I haven't even gone a week without a woman, but there was no telling how long it would last.
I even reached a point today, while at home, dreaming, where I thought about an ex-girlfriend of mine and how sexy she would be right about now. I ALMOST picked up the phone and called her. I almost cancelled my plans to go out at night just to call her up and spend a nice Sunday evening cuddling.
But, I didn't do that.
And, I almost cancelled my plans just to stay home and get work done and get a good night sleep. But, I didn't do that either. I was hungry, and I wanted to stay hungry. I love being out, hitting on girls. I just love it. And, I wasn't going to get thrown off the path.
I got dressed up again (same as last night). My white H&M shirt and my black woven fedora. God, I love that shirt and that hat. Oh yeah, and my crazy cool black boot shoes. I was feeling good.
Walking to the bar, I was nervous again. Not only was I going out alone, I was going to a completely new venue. This is it, the ultimate test. I do this, and you can put me in any city anywhere in the world and I'll be right at home. A great mission.
As I was walking down the street, I kept getting compliments on my hat. I always do. My friends on the street asking for change always call it out. One guy even decided to walk with me for a block. He complimented the hat, and then looked down and saw the shoes and then he said he liked the whole look. Then, he looked at me and said "ohhhh... you got game! You're a player aren't you!" I just smiled.
He got excited and then took a penny out of his cup and gave it to me. He said that it was good luck for both of us, as long as I didn't spend it. He said "take it home and lose it and it's good luck for both of us." He didn't even ask for money from me, he just went on his way. Cool.
So, I got to the bar feeling good, and then like a total dork, I got lost inside the building trying to find the actual bar part. Cool. It's for real. I just had to laugh.
Inside the door, I start talking to girls. My first set is two Korean girls. They open up and seem cool, but nothing ever gets going. I don't know why it is, but I haven't done very well with Korean girls for over a year now. Perhaps they can sense that I get too excited. From now on, I think I'm not going to tell them that I've been to Korea. They can find out after they've known me for at least a couple hours. I think it only holds me back. Treat them like normal girls.
Anyway, next set was really cool, and it was the reason that I go out. This is the missing link. The missing puzzle piece. It was two girls who were just plain cool! They weren't hot, they were just fun.
We all started checking out chicks together and then I went and hit on the hot girls, with them as my cheerleaders. This is the shit that makes it all work. Instantly I had two super cool wingmen... that weren't even men, and I didn't even know who they were. That's what I'm talking about. In fact, I think I diagnosed a sticking point today along these lines. I've been falling into that age old trap of chasing only the hot girls. Gotta use all the pieces on the board.
These girls were cool, but eventually I got deep into another set and lost track of them. Hope they had a good night. Hope I see them again someday to give them both big hugs.
The next girl was one who I actually met last weekend. (wow, weeks seem like such a long time these days). I thought that she was really drunk last weekend, but now I think maybe she's just like that. She's a cute little asian girl who just flirts hardcore non-stop with every guy in the bar.
Needless to say, she flirted hardcore with me. I just kept pushing her away, not about to take her seriously until she gave me a reason to. Her guy friend was super cool though. He was a lawyer and told me his break down of the game. This guy was a natural for sure, and I got his email for later contact. (This is also why I go out. Things are coming together here)
Quick interlude: Tall lawyer dude's game -
First off, I think he'd do a little better to give people more space when talking. His face was often way close to mine and honestly, I didn't like it. His kino was on point. he was even constantly touching me on the shoulder completely unconciously. He was also a conversationalist, because he kept me entertained with stories and didn't seem like he'd be shutting up anytime soon. (and that's coming from someone who also likes to talk).
This is how he breaks down the game (all very solid):
"All through high school. All through College. I wasn't getting anything. It wasn't until I graduated law school, and just stopped giving a fuck. That's the secret man! All you gotta do is not give a fuck and you'll get laid so easy. Just be fun and witty and a nice guy and don't give a fuck."
Good summary. Then, he told me about small town America girls and how easy they are. He said they'll fall for any guy who's ever read a whole book. He recomends Fresno and Modesto. Hmmm.... I guess if you can stand the excrutiating pain of strip malls and boredom. (no disrespect to any Fresno/Modesto compadres out there)
Anyway, I forgot the biggest part of the story. Silly me, leaving out details.
This is where it really gets erie. The ex-girlfriend who I mentioned at the beginning... the girl I was thinking about calling. She walked into the bar. I hadn't seen her in probably 4 months, and now I think about fucking her and she appears. Magical, I tell you. This game is simply magical.
I'm talking about step one of the player's 12 steps. I'm fully admiting that there is a higher power at play here. Just try to say that isn't a weird cosmic joke. C'mon.
I give her a hug and say hi. And, then I keep hitting on girls.
Eventually, the super-flirty girl gets kinda pissed that I've been ignoring her. And, for a second she seems to really be interested in me. So, I invite her out for a date. She jumps on it and we swap numbers. I'm not holding my breath, but it would be nice if it works.
Then, I see Christophe of RSD. Now, I'm clearly not alone anymore. My ex-girlfriend and a fellow pickup artist. What's the deal, anyway. I'm just a guy trying to get a break in the big city.
No biggie. I say what's up to him and his cutie. Cool cat.
Then, I look around and see more hot girls, and I look at my ex. And, well, I say "fuck it. This must have come together for a reason. Don't be an idiot, Daniel."
I grab my ex, take her home and fuck her silly. Then, she gets dressed and goes home. She's such a great girl.
I missed the end of a really cool party, but I think God planned it that way. Leaving early only left me wanting more. And, next time it will be sooo on!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Re: Whether to Drink, and What is cool?
Someone recently asked:
"How do you avoid playing drinking games or drinking in general in a playful way without killing the party vibe and still be seen as cool?
I also need some advice about how you guys would handle these types of situations, especially when the girls are trying to get you to drink and tell you about your sexual experiences. "
And, here's my reply:
Here is the truth of the matter...
People Drink to get something out of it. Drinking is not the goal in itself!
People drink to escape, or to have fun, or let loose, or be more confident, or to be more social, or to have an excuse to act stupid. That is what people want!
Think about it for a little bit, because when you understand that, you realize that this question is really irrelevant. Drink or not drink? It doesn't matter. The question is, why are people drinking, and how can you get there - alcohol is only one path. Often, a path for the unimaginative.
There are many ways to escape, have fun, let loose, be more social, etc...
If we take the specific example of your party. The girls clearly wanted you to let loose, have fun, and say something stupid and embarrasing. And they wanted to do the same. That's the point - not the drinking. Doing stupid stuff brings people closer together. And there are many ways for you to get to that destination.
So, I'm going to take a detour for a second and tell a little story.
I was just watching , Uta Hagen's Acting Class video series. (A very cool video by the way). One thing that she mentions is one mistake that many bad actors make. They are on stage doing an activity and they put too much importance on the activity, and not enough on the interaction of the characters.
Let's say the set is a kitchen with two actors fighting about money. While they fight, they wont be standing still. (No one ever just stands still.) But, instead they will be doing something like putting dishes away, or munching on an apple or fiddling with the tablecloth, or something.
And Actors make two mistakes. They either do nothing, and just look like robots delivering lines. Or they get too involved in the activity, so that washing dishes is more important than the fight about money.
Uta's suggestion is that you walk around a kitchen doing things, but none of it is important. You might pick up a dish and start to put it away and then start fighting and forget about it and put it down again. Or you might fold the table cloth 10 times.
Why? Because the activity isn't important. What's important is the interaction between the characters. And that's what I'm getting at here.
Why am I going off on such a tangent? Because this goes way beyond just drinking.
You know that you are creating amazing interactions when the activities fade away into the background. You know that you are really engaging someone when nothing else in the environment matters. THIS is what people want. They want to be swept away by another human being in a real human moment!
Imagine a conversation so good that she doesn't even remember that she's holding her drink. Imagine sitting down for dinner and two hours later, you realize that you still haven't touched your food. Imagine walking down the sidewalk and forgeting where you're going because you were so immersed in the experience.
Apply this to drinking or anything else. Imagine playing your drinking game and you pick up the glass to drink and then start telling a story, and everyone laughs and they are so swept away that everyone forgets you were going to drink. You can literally do this for hours. People don't care if you are drinking. The want to have fun, and be swept away.
Perhaps it is a girl waiting for a bus on the sidewalk. Her bus comes and you say "You should get on the bus. Actually, it reminds me of this time..." and you start into a story and she's engaged and all of a sudden her bus pulls away and she says "oh well, I'll catch the next one."
That is the power of charisma. You can literally get away with anything.
Here's another tip. The most confident people define what's cool. Nobody really knows what "cool" is. It's either what we decide it is, or what someone else decides it is. There's no objective "cool".
And, the younger someone is, the more easily influenced they are about what is "cool." A great example of this is the episode of South Park with Paris Hilton
Actually, watch that video ten times and then everytime your friends ask you to play drinking games, just think of Stupid Spoiled Whores and laugh. You decide what's cool. Make it up. It's your reality.
Best luck and drink or no drink... have fun.
-Daniel
"How do you avoid playing drinking games or drinking in general in a playful way without killing the party vibe and still be seen as cool?
I also need some advice about how you guys would handle these types of situations, especially when the girls are trying to get you to drink and tell you about your sexual experiences. "
And, here's my reply:
Here is the truth of the matter...
People Drink to get something out of it. Drinking is not the goal in itself!
People drink to escape, or to have fun, or let loose, or be more confident, or to be more social, or to have an excuse to act stupid. That is what people want!
Think about it for a little bit, because when you understand that, you realize that this question is really irrelevant. Drink or not drink? It doesn't matter. The question is, why are people drinking, and how can you get there - alcohol is only one path. Often, a path for the unimaginative.
There are many ways to escape, have fun, let loose, be more social, etc...
If we take the specific example of your party. The girls clearly wanted you to let loose, have fun, and say something stupid and embarrasing. And they wanted to do the same. That's the point - not the drinking. Doing stupid stuff brings people closer together. And there are many ways for you to get to that destination.
So, I'm going to take a detour for a second and tell a little story.
I was just watching , Uta Hagen's Acting Class video series. (A very cool video by the way). One thing that she mentions is one mistake that many bad actors make. They are on stage doing an activity and they put too much importance on the activity, and not enough on the interaction of the characters.
Let's say the set is a kitchen with two actors fighting about money. While they fight, they wont be standing still. (No one ever just stands still.) But, instead they will be doing something like putting dishes away, or munching on an apple or fiddling with the tablecloth, or something.
And Actors make two mistakes. They either do nothing, and just look like robots delivering lines. Or they get too involved in the activity, so that washing dishes is more important than the fight about money.
Uta's suggestion is that you walk around a kitchen doing things, but none of it is important. You might pick up a dish and start to put it away and then start fighting and forget about it and put it down again. Or you might fold the table cloth 10 times.
Why? Because the activity isn't important. What's important is the interaction between the characters. And that's what I'm getting at here.
Why am I going off on such a tangent? Because this goes way beyond just drinking.
You know that you are creating amazing interactions when the activities fade away into the background. You know that you are really engaging someone when nothing else in the environment matters. THIS is what people want. They want to be swept away by another human being in a real human moment!
Imagine a conversation so good that she doesn't even remember that she's holding her drink. Imagine sitting down for dinner and two hours later, you realize that you still haven't touched your food. Imagine walking down the sidewalk and forgeting where you're going because you were so immersed in the experience.
Apply this to drinking or anything else. Imagine playing your drinking game and you pick up the glass to drink and then start telling a story, and everyone laughs and they are so swept away that everyone forgets you were going to drink. You can literally do this for hours. People don't care if you are drinking. The want to have fun, and be swept away.
Perhaps it is a girl waiting for a bus on the sidewalk. Her bus comes and you say "You should get on the bus. Actually, it reminds me of this time..." and you start into a story and she's engaged and all of a sudden her bus pulls away and she says "oh well, I'll catch the next one."
That is the power of charisma. You can literally get away with anything.
Here's another tip. The most confident people define what's cool. Nobody really knows what "cool" is. It's either what we decide it is, or what someone else decides it is. There's no objective "cool".
And, the younger someone is, the more easily influenced they are about what is "cool." A great example of this is the episode of South Park with Paris Hilton
Actually, watch that video ten times and then everytime your friends ask you to play drinking games, just think of Stupid Spoiled Whores and laugh. You decide what's cool. Make it up. It's your reality.
Best luck and drink or no drink... have fun.
-Daniel
Outing Report: Bar Hopping
That went well.
I went out and went bar hopping (again, all by myself). Again, I started the night in my head, not feeling so social.
I was thinking about my ex-girlfriend today and looking at pictures and cried for a little bit. It made me feel good.
But, anyway. I went out and started walking around just not feeling it. It was rough, and I was afraid that it'd be another night struggling to build momentum.
Finally, I got my ass inside a bar and boom, opened a set right away. A 32 year old hottie, and doncha know it, just didn't get the vibe from her. I don't know what she was thinking. This girl should've been all over me, but oh well.
I met a blond girl and she seemed into me. It was a good vibe, and her friends liked me too. But, the only girl in the group that I liked was there with her boyfriend. (ha ha... dork got dragged along for ladies night out.) But, I really have to start liking white girls. This blond was cute, but I just honestly felt nothing. Maybe I need to go live in Sweden for a little while. I think that'd do me some good.
But, I'm wandering off topic. The point is that I was doing fine, talking to girls and having fun. It wasn't so rough and bumpy like before. I hardly felt like I was alone.
In fact, I ran into a friend at the bar, so I decided to leave soon after. No friends allowed on this adventure.
Walking from bar to bar was when I realized how alone I was. Back to ground zero. A new bar and starting all over again.
This bar, I talked to a group of 4 girls and 1 guy. The girls opened up well, but half the group couldn't hear me. Then, one more guy came out of nowhere and stole my hat. Guess he felt threatened. I tried to teach one girl the explosion handshake and she just kept whining "I don't knoooow what you're doooooing..." It was the weirdest thing ever. A girl with no imagination or fun... she couldn't even figure out how to do a silly handshake. Then the other guy in the group kept asking me with super seriousness "are you a promoter for the bar?" Over and over, he kept asking me. Like I was at the wax museum and the guy had an electronic voice box in him.
The vibe got so weird that the one girl who I liked,and seemed to somewhat dig me, eventually just got turned off by the whole event. I graciously exited.
On my way out of the bar, I met another two set. Two girls from an international space convention - now that's fucking cool. One girl from DC, one girl from Canada, and they were out with a dozen other friends from Europe, Canada, etc.
These girls didn't really do it for me, but they were friendly and I had a good time talking with them. That's what it's all about. Good times.
And, once I finally left there was a hottie girl coming in the bar with her passport in hand. This girl was hot! So, I knew that I had to open her. I had to. So, I saw the passport and asked where she was from. She said Canada. I said "oh, are you part of the space group?"
She lit up, surprised that I knew anything about it. She went inside, but I decided not to follow.
The night went on like this. Another bar. Another bar. Each time I was in the sidewalk, I was once again alone. Each time I was in a bar, I had fun talking with the people.
Eventually, one set stuck and I connected with a girl for a little while. She was cute. We had a lot in common and we're practically neighbors, so it seemed all good. Only thing was that she was drunk, and it was both unattractive and killing my game. No pull. Got her number, and if by chance she remembers me tomorrow, then it should be rolling smooth from there. I mean, we're neighbors, so it's practically mandatory for us to fuck.
After that, I walked around and didn't see many more girls to approach. It was a good night. And, I think that clearly I'm going to have to spend some time really finding out how to find hot women. I really want the hottie hot hot women. Like mind bending and stuff. Of course, I have unique taste, so we'll see where that takes me.
Now I'm going to sleep. The Chamomile tea should kick in soon.
I went out and went bar hopping (again, all by myself). Again, I started the night in my head, not feeling so social.
I was thinking about my ex-girlfriend today and looking at pictures and cried for a little bit. It made me feel good.
But, anyway. I went out and started walking around just not feeling it. It was rough, and I was afraid that it'd be another night struggling to build momentum.
Finally, I got my ass inside a bar and boom, opened a set right away. A 32 year old hottie, and doncha know it, just didn't get the vibe from her. I don't know what she was thinking. This girl should've been all over me, but oh well.
I met a blond girl and she seemed into me. It was a good vibe, and her friends liked me too. But, the only girl in the group that I liked was there with her boyfriend. (ha ha... dork got dragged along for ladies night out.) But, I really have to start liking white girls. This blond was cute, but I just honestly felt nothing. Maybe I need to go live in Sweden for a little while. I think that'd do me some good.
But, I'm wandering off topic. The point is that I was doing fine, talking to girls and having fun. It wasn't so rough and bumpy like before. I hardly felt like I was alone.
In fact, I ran into a friend at the bar, so I decided to leave soon after. No friends allowed on this adventure.
Walking from bar to bar was when I realized how alone I was. Back to ground zero. A new bar and starting all over again.
This bar, I talked to a group of 4 girls and 1 guy. The girls opened up well, but half the group couldn't hear me. Then, one more guy came out of nowhere and stole my hat. Guess he felt threatened. I tried to teach one girl the explosion handshake and she just kept whining "I don't knoooow what you're doooooing..." It was the weirdest thing ever. A girl with no imagination or fun... she couldn't even figure out how to do a silly handshake. Then the other guy in the group kept asking me with super seriousness "are you a promoter for the bar?" Over and over, he kept asking me. Like I was at the wax museum and the guy had an electronic voice box in him.
The vibe got so weird that the one girl who I liked,and seemed to somewhat dig me, eventually just got turned off by the whole event. I graciously exited.
On my way out of the bar, I met another two set. Two girls from an international space convention - now that's fucking cool. One girl from DC, one girl from Canada, and they were out with a dozen other friends from Europe, Canada, etc.
These girls didn't really do it for me, but they were friendly and I had a good time talking with them. That's what it's all about. Good times.
And, once I finally left there was a hottie girl coming in the bar with her passport in hand. This girl was hot! So, I knew that I had to open her. I had to. So, I saw the passport and asked where she was from. She said Canada. I said "oh, are you part of the space group?"
She lit up, surprised that I knew anything about it. She went inside, but I decided not to follow.
The night went on like this. Another bar. Another bar. Each time I was in the sidewalk, I was once again alone. Each time I was in a bar, I had fun talking with the people.
Eventually, one set stuck and I connected with a girl for a little while. She was cute. We had a lot in common and we're practically neighbors, so it seemed all good. Only thing was that she was drunk, and it was both unattractive and killing my game. No pull. Got her number, and if by chance she remembers me tomorrow, then it should be rolling smooth from there. I mean, we're neighbors, so it's practically mandatory for us to fuck.
After that, I walked around and didn't see many more girls to approach. It was a good night. And, I think that clearly I'm going to have to spend some time really finding out how to find hot women. I really want the hottie hot hot women. Like mind bending and stuff. Of course, I have unique taste, so we'll see where that takes me.
Now I'm going to sleep. The Chamomile tea should kick in soon.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Tale of Struggle: Solo and the Sub-Standards
What a brutal night, and great learning experience. Brutal more on the inside than the outside. Girls were generally quite pleasant.
I decided to fly solo. This is exactly what I needed. Wake up call. I haven't been out alone in a long long time and it's rare even when it happens. This will be my first challenge back in the game. I've set out to do about a hundred "sets" completely alone.
I've been out with friends, workshop students, even kinky girlfriends. But for me, it's always always easier than going completely alone. No friends, no wings, nothing. In fact, I went to bars that I don't frequent often, so not even friendly doormen or bartenders.
I love this shit. I'm taking it back to the foundation and start with the building blocks. A complete overhaul. Funniest part about going solo is that I'm forced to practice the pure fundamentals. The cold approach. The complete stranger. No one to turn to, no one to help dig me out of a ditch.
The truth is, it's about time I take this challenge on.
Of course, I left the house completly in my head. I was tired on top of it. Just thinking to myself about who knows what. All alonel, walking down the sidewalk. I see some hotties but don't approach. I don't know why. I told myself that I was waiting for the bar to turn it on. hmmm...
Here comes the first lesson, and the part that stayed in my face all night. Best way to go solo is to talk to everybody. Every fucking body. This is nothing new for me. I knew what to do, but just wasn't doing it.
It was so bad that eventually a couple stopped me on the sidewalk and asked me directions to the same bar where I was going. And all I could think was "I don't want to talk to these people". Lol... not the best mood for going out. But, it was a sign from the heavens (the first of many for the night). They were sent to warm me up. I was impressed by how quickly my charm comes out. My banter hits sharp even when I'm not "warm". They probably couldn't even tell that I was feeling anti-social. But, I could.
We walked to the bar together and I had them laughing the whole way. Teasing them about how they were probably going to take me to an alley and chop me up into little bits.
Once at the bar, I ditch my friends and go walk the alley. Boom, four hotties at a birthday party. I do nothing. Stall. And then go. I ask one of them if she's guarding the doorway. She laughs and runs away. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that her friend is really really really cute. A little asian girl with a gap in her front teeth just like Madonna.
I walk around and do a couple more sets. There's not a lot of hotties. I see Madonna again and get a fuller glimpse of her body. Nice fuckin' breasts. She looks good. I decide that she is the hottest girl in the bar (by my standards). I mean she's like a petite asian Madonna for chris' sake! And Madonna's fuckin' hot like a virgin and shit.
And, now I'm motivated. Yes! This is why I'm out. I have to figure out how to meet her. I cruise the bar again, but this girl is so completely surrounded by friends. It's a birthday party. She's like sandwiched in on all sides. My mind knows the answer, but my body doesn't respond. It's simple: go talk to the guy. work your way into the group. I've done it a hundred times before.
All alone, and not being in the vibe of it all, I don't like that option. I just want her. I just want to take Madonna home and have my wicked way with her.
I leave and go to another bar. This bar sucks. Long ass line. Lots of hotties in line, but my body doesn't approach. No easy sets. I walk back to the first bar. I do more easy sets. I get stuck with the sub-standards. Girls I'm not really into. And for some reason, I don't enjoy myself despite the fact. For some reason I get obsessed with hunting for hotties.
I end up opening a really hot Brazilian girl. She opens great and is smiling ear to ear. It's kinda cool. She's hot. She's even taller than me. But, for some reason I'm not interested. I get kisses on the cheeks and then wander off.
I talk to two Japanese girls and they kind of blow me off for god only knows what reason. Again, these girls were sub-standard for me. Maybe they could feel my vibe and didn't like it. I just wanted to have fun with them. Japanese girls love me, so c'mon.... don't they know who I am? Laugh and enjoy allready, damn it! :)
Ok. Moment of truth. I've got to go for Madonna. She's now on the dancefloor in a grind sandwich with two girlfriends. Man, really tight in the group. What the hell am I gonna do?
I decide on a trusty opener from the famous Will. I decide to go up and ask her name, tell her that she's cute and then tell her that I'll find her later and walk away. My energy is no match for their super-grind dance tactics. So, I'll try a two-step process.
I get close and make my move. But, the music stops. The girls aren't dancing and can hear me loud and clear. All of a sudden the whole group is staring at me. I go with the same opener, but it totally bombs. The girls drag her back into the thrusting pulsing mass of girls grinding on each other in birthday cheer. Just as I had suspected.
Looking back, a better approach would've been to engage the whole group during the break in music with something fun and high energy. Oh well.
The music comes back on... and guess fuckin' what! ... Eminem: "You only get one shot. Better take your chance and move. This opportunity comes once in a liftime... " God is fuckin' laughing at me, that bastard! I feel so alive in this moment. I choked just like Rabbit in 8 Mile. I choked... could it be more ironically humor-ful! Fucking fantastic! I start grinning like a little baby, feeling so good that at least something makes sense.
And, I decide to dance. But, as soon as I dance, the dj cuts to another record. Asshole. He didn't even play eminem for like a minute or something.
Ok, now what? I go back to the sub-standard Japanese girls. They talk to me for a little while and then get pissed off at me and tell me to go away. Cool. Whatever. They clearly don't know who I am.
Back to zero. All alone. This game is only for the brave. I like it much.
Did I mention, I was wearing my trusty white button up shirt from H&M. I really think I like this thing. It brightens up my whole look. Fits well. I should've bought a dozen of them. Don't know what I was thinking with the jeans and shoes, but the shirt was really feeling good. It made me happy when I looked in the mirror.
Oh, forgot to mention one other thing. Madonna wasn't as hot as I thought once I really saw her up close. This always seems to happen. In fact, the truth is that I've lost faith that any women are really as hot as the fantasies. Magazines and Hollywood are bullshit. Every girl's got her flaws. But, it's no biggie. I like 'em in all shapes and sizes.
And, I still think Madonna was the hottest girl in the bar. So, I decided to move on.
In the next bar, I hop in line and attempt a conversation with the group in front of me, but somehow my timing is 100% off because some other guy enters at the same time and there all from Indiana or something and somehow no one even hears or sees me. lol... (that didn't work)
I get inside and walk around for a bit. Once again, I'm cold and in my head. This definitely isn't the way to do it. But, it's all an adventure.
And once again, I'm surprised by how quickly I flip the switch when I do open. This part of myself is something that I'm starting to like.
I end up lounging against a wall doing the typical guy-on-the-wall thing. So cute. I'm near the other guys doing the same thing. Such dorks.
Then, a girl passes. She's got a nice whispy blouse and some other cool garments that make her look like a character from a fantasy book. I see her face and for a second, she looks just like my ex-girlfriend in Korea. The girl I loved so deeply. I'm taken back by this experience, and watch as she orders a drink and then returns my way.
As she's walking past, I catch a better glimpse. In fact, she is nowhere near as hot as my ex-girlfriend. Once again, the deception. She's older and just not as cute. But, still she's got that certain elegance.
So, as she walks by, I tap her on the arm and (still leaning against the wall) I signal for her to come over and join me. She does just that. The guy next to me who was also wall-flowering is blown away by this. He keeps staring at me for the next 10 minutes. He wasn't expecting that one was he!
So, I talk to the girl and indeed she is Korean. So beautiful. And indeed she is slightly older than me. No biggie. But, alas she is also sub-standard. The easy sets aren't getting me anywhere near the quality of women I really desire. We talk for a while and then her friends are leaving and she goes with them. A great interaction, and a cool girl. Fun overall.
At this point I'm tired, but I wander around a little more just enough to realize how many other supremely gorgeous women there are in the bar. Wow, what a night! But, I'd lost momentum. Buy a burrito and go home, champ.
In the end, a succesful night in it's own peculiar way. Biggest lesson learned is that I have to get a copy of Eminem's 8 mile song and blast that shit before I go out. For the love of god: YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCE! What are you gonna do, just sit on your ass and do nothing with your life? No! You choke, and make a fool of yourself and then you get back out there and keep pushing through until you someday get a chance to rap about how white you are! That's what breakthrough is all about. Success doesn't come to the guys on the sidelines. What could be more enlivening than the struggle to succeed, and the ultimate victory!
So, I'm gonna continue on with this mission for a little while. I'm keeping strict on myself. Not letting up until we take it to the next level. We're going jedi. We're going zen pickup master.
And since I'm going solo, I'll throw out this quote from Prodigy of Mobb Deep:
"When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me, know what I'm sayin? ...So don't gamble wit ya life, du'. Word up."
Actually, I don't know what that has to do with anything, but c'mon.
I decided to fly solo. This is exactly what I needed. Wake up call. I haven't been out alone in a long long time and it's rare even when it happens. This will be my first challenge back in the game. I've set out to do about a hundred "sets" completely alone.
I've been out with friends, workshop students, even kinky girlfriends. But for me, it's always always easier than going completely alone. No friends, no wings, nothing. In fact, I went to bars that I don't frequent often, so not even friendly doormen or bartenders.
I love this shit. I'm taking it back to the foundation and start with the building blocks. A complete overhaul. Funniest part about going solo is that I'm forced to practice the pure fundamentals. The cold approach. The complete stranger. No one to turn to, no one to help dig me out of a ditch.
The truth is, it's about time I take this challenge on.
Of course, I left the house completly in my head. I was tired on top of it. Just thinking to myself about who knows what. All alonel, walking down the sidewalk. I see some hotties but don't approach. I don't know why. I told myself that I was waiting for the bar to turn it on. hmmm...
Here comes the first lesson, and the part that stayed in my face all night. Best way to go solo is to talk to everybody. Every fucking body. This is nothing new for me. I knew what to do, but just wasn't doing it.
It was so bad that eventually a couple stopped me on the sidewalk and asked me directions to the same bar where I was going. And all I could think was "I don't want to talk to these people". Lol... not the best mood for going out. But, it was a sign from the heavens (the first of many for the night). They were sent to warm me up. I was impressed by how quickly my charm comes out. My banter hits sharp even when I'm not "warm". They probably couldn't even tell that I was feeling anti-social. But, I could.
We walked to the bar together and I had them laughing the whole way. Teasing them about how they were probably going to take me to an alley and chop me up into little bits.
Once at the bar, I ditch my friends and go walk the alley. Boom, four hotties at a birthday party. I do nothing. Stall. And then go. I ask one of them if she's guarding the doorway. She laughs and runs away. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that her friend is really really really cute. A little asian girl with a gap in her front teeth just like Madonna.
I walk around and do a couple more sets. There's not a lot of hotties. I see Madonna again and get a fuller glimpse of her body. Nice fuckin' breasts. She looks good. I decide that she is the hottest girl in the bar (by my standards). I mean she's like a petite asian Madonna for chris' sake! And Madonna's fuckin' hot like a virgin and shit.
And, now I'm motivated. Yes! This is why I'm out. I have to figure out how to meet her. I cruise the bar again, but this girl is so completely surrounded by friends. It's a birthday party. She's like sandwiched in on all sides. My mind knows the answer, but my body doesn't respond. It's simple: go talk to the guy. work your way into the group. I've done it a hundred times before.
All alone, and not being in the vibe of it all, I don't like that option. I just want her. I just want to take Madonna home and have my wicked way with her.
I leave and go to another bar. This bar sucks. Long ass line. Lots of hotties in line, but my body doesn't approach. No easy sets. I walk back to the first bar. I do more easy sets. I get stuck with the sub-standards. Girls I'm not really into. And for some reason, I don't enjoy myself despite the fact. For some reason I get obsessed with hunting for hotties.
I end up opening a really hot Brazilian girl. She opens great and is smiling ear to ear. It's kinda cool. She's hot. She's even taller than me. But, for some reason I'm not interested. I get kisses on the cheeks and then wander off.
I talk to two Japanese girls and they kind of blow me off for god only knows what reason. Again, these girls were sub-standard for me. Maybe they could feel my vibe and didn't like it. I just wanted to have fun with them. Japanese girls love me, so c'mon.... don't they know who I am? Laugh and enjoy allready, damn it! :)
Ok. Moment of truth. I've got to go for Madonna. She's now on the dancefloor in a grind sandwich with two girlfriends. Man, really tight in the group. What the hell am I gonna do?
I decide on a trusty opener from the famous Will. I decide to go up and ask her name, tell her that she's cute and then tell her that I'll find her later and walk away. My energy is no match for their super-grind dance tactics. So, I'll try a two-step process.
I get close and make my move. But, the music stops. The girls aren't dancing and can hear me loud and clear. All of a sudden the whole group is staring at me. I go with the same opener, but it totally bombs. The girls drag her back into the thrusting pulsing mass of girls grinding on each other in birthday cheer. Just as I had suspected.
Looking back, a better approach would've been to engage the whole group during the break in music with something fun and high energy. Oh well.
The music comes back on... and guess fuckin' what! ... Eminem: "You only get one shot. Better take your chance and move. This opportunity comes once in a liftime... " God is fuckin' laughing at me, that bastard! I feel so alive in this moment. I choked just like Rabbit in 8 Mile. I choked... could it be more ironically humor-ful! Fucking fantastic! I start grinning like a little baby, feeling so good that at least something makes sense.
And, I decide to dance. But, as soon as I dance, the dj cuts to another record. Asshole. He didn't even play eminem for like a minute or something.
Ok, now what? I go back to the sub-standard Japanese girls. They talk to me for a little while and then get pissed off at me and tell me to go away. Cool. Whatever. They clearly don't know who I am.
Back to zero. All alone. This game is only for the brave. I like it much.
Did I mention, I was wearing my trusty white button up shirt from H&M. I really think I like this thing. It brightens up my whole look. Fits well. I should've bought a dozen of them. Don't know what I was thinking with the jeans and shoes, but the shirt was really feeling good. It made me happy when I looked in the mirror.
Oh, forgot to mention one other thing. Madonna wasn't as hot as I thought once I really saw her up close. This always seems to happen. In fact, the truth is that I've lost faith that any women are really as hot as the fantasies. Magazines and Hollywood are bullshit. Every girl's got her flaws. But, it's no biggie. I like 'em in all shapes and sizes.
And, I still think Madonna was the hottest girl in the bar. So, I decided to move on.
In the next bar, I hop in line and attempt a conversation with the group in front of me, but somehow my timing is 100% off because some other guy enters at the same time and there all from Indiana or something and somehow no one even hears or sees me. lol... (that didn't work)
I get inside and walk around for a bit. Once again, I'm cold and in my head. This definitely isn't the way to do it. But, it's all an adventure.
And once again, I'm surprised by how quickly I flip the switch when I do open. This part of myself is something that I'm starting to like.
I end up lounging against a wall doing the typical guy-on-the-wall thing. So cute. I'm near the other guys doing the same thing. Such dorks.
Then, a girl passes. She's got a nice whispy blouse and some other cool garments that make her look like a character from a fantasy book. I see her face and for a second, she looks just like my ex-girlfriend in Korea. The girl I loved so deeply. I'm taken back by this experience, and watch as she orders a drink and then returns my way.
As she's walking past, I catch a better glimpse. In fact, she is nowhere near as hot as my ex-girlfriend. Once again, the deception. She's older and just not as cute. But, still she's got that certain elegance.
So, as she walks by, I tap her on the arm and (still leaning against the wall) I signal for her to come over and join me. She does just that. The guy next to me who was also wall-flowering is blown away by this. He keeps staring at me for the next 10 minutes. He wasn't expecting that one was he!
So, I talk to the girl and indeed she is Korean. So beautiful. And indeed she is slightly older than me. No biggie. But, alas she is also sub-standard. The easy sets aren't getting me anywhere near the quality of women I really desire. We talk for a while and then her friends are leaving and she goes with them. A great interaction, and a cool girl. Fun overall.
At this point I'm tired, but I wander around a little more just enough to realize how many other supremely gorgeous women there are in the bar. Wow, what a night! But, I'd lost momentum. Buy a burrito and go home, champ.
In the end, a succesful night in it's own peculiar way. Biggest lesson learned is that I have to get a copy of Eminem's 8 mile song and blast that shit before I go out. For the love of god: YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCE! What are you gonna do, just sit on your ass and do nothing with your life? No! You choke, and make a fool of yourself and then you get back out there and keep pushing through until you someday get a chance to rap about how white you are! That's what breakthrough is all about. Success doesn't come to the guys on the sidelines. What could be more enlivening than the struggle to succeed, and the ultimate victory!
So, I'm gonna continue on with this mission for a little while. I'm keeping strict on myself. Not letting up until we take it to the next level. We're going jedi. We're going zen pickup master.
And since I'm going solo, I'll throw out this quote from Prodigy of Mobb Deep:
"When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me, know what I'm sayin? ...So don't gamble wit ya life, du'. Word up."
Actually, I don't know what that has to do with anything, but c'mon.
Friday, November 17, 2006
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Check out this cool video we made over at PU101 headquarters. I reckon we'll sell just about 10 billion of these dvds.
Physical Confidence
Physical Confidence
Awesome Wingman Rules
Recently, a discussion was spurred on the local yahoo group about the wingman relationship.
Here's my tooo cents.
This topic has been discussed heaps already. So no need to re-write the bible. No need to overcomplicate either.
Priority #1 of wings - Have fun! The point of all this is to have fun, so don't get uptight about winging "correctly". Much better to do it "funly" That mean's don't kill the vibe with "shoulds" and "rules". Schools out for the summer. How about "awesome suggestions for wings"
Priority #2 - Help your friend get his hottie
Priority #3 - Get other hotties in the group.
Suggestions:
If you see your friend talking to some hotties: Go up and say "what's up". Be polite. Don't ignore your friend like you're some foaming at the mouth horndog lady chaser. Don't ignore the girls like you are too cool for school. Don't try to impress anyone, you're allready cool because you're already part of the group.
If you're buddy is doing well with the girls, you'll easily enter the conversation. If he isn't doing well, you probably came in too early or too late, but no worries, give him some space to bring the energy back up and then come back later. Or help him bring the energy up.
Listen to your buddy for directions. If he wants you to leave, he'll probably tell you something subtle like: "Hey, Bob wanted to talk to you over there." or maybe something simple like "Hey, give me a minute."
If he wants you to join, he'll pull you into the conversation. Use your intuition to figure out which girl he likes (this is usually very easy to determine based on kino, etc.) Then, game the other girls. If you make a mistake, don't worry, he'll correct you (this could be something simple like "No, that's my girl".) It's his job to direct the show, and if he is an indecisive weenie, then you can take over and do whatever you want. He may be interested in both girls and you're decisiveness will help him make up his mind.
Once formalities are taken care of, you should start a conversation with the every member of the group *except* the hottie that he likes. Let him get some alone time. This is much easier done soon after you enter rather than waiting and doing a cross-battle 4-way conversation (always a no-no - it's just plain awkward). That is, you don't want to be two guys talking to two girls. You want to be one guy talking to one girl and one guy talking to 1+ girls.
From this point, do what you like.
Note also: when not talking to girls, the main rule is - don't talk game. Better yet, don't even talk to your wing when you're not talking with girls. Just say "what's up" and then leave him to go
chase some hotties.
Don't overcomplicate this stuff. And take a look around at the naturals. You'll never see a natural getting anal about "rules" when out partying. There's no "job" to do. No. a guy goes out, has fun, brings a girl home. That's the way chimps do it, so can we.
A wing in need: Best thing a wing can do is sense when wingmanship is needed. It's not easy, but usually it's a situation where one girl likes your friend, but the other girl is pulling her away. When a wingman comes in at the right time, it feels like God himself is on your side. It feels like an angel sent down from heaven. - Hoping you all can take this advice and go make those magical moments happen.
Re-cap:
1. Go talk to girls.
2. When you see that your wing could use some help - go say "hi."
3. Let your friend get some alone time with his girl, and entertain everyone else in the group while he does.
Good Luck,
Daniel
Here's my tooo cents.
This topic has been discussed heaps already. So no need to re-write the bible. No need to overcomplicate either.
Priority #1 of wings - Have fun! The point of all this is to have fun, so don't get uptight about winging "correctly". Much better to do it "funly" That mean's don't kill the vibe with "shoulds" and "rules". Schools out for the summer. How about "awesome suggestions for wings"
Priority #2 - Help your friend get his hottie
Priority #3 - Get other hotties in the group.
Suggestions:
If you see your friend talking to some hotties: Go up and say "what's up". Be polite. Don't ignore your friend like you're some foaming at the mouth horndog lady chaser. Don't ignore the girls like you are too cool for school. Don't try to impress anyone, you're allready cool because you're already part of the group.
If you're buddy is doing well with the girls, you'll easily enter the conversation. If he isn't doing well, you probably came in too early or too late, but no worries, give him some space to bring the energy back up and then come back later. Or help him bring the energy up.
Listen to your buddy for directions. If he wants you to leave, he'll probably tell you something subtle like: "Hey, Bob wanted to talk to you over there." or maybe something simple like "Hey, give me a minute."
If he wants you to join, he'll pull you into the conversation. Use your intuition to figure out which girl he likes (this is usually very easy to determine based on kino, etc.) Then, game the other girls. If you make a mistake, don't worry, he'll correct you (this could be something simple like "No, that's my girl".) It's his job to direct the show, and if he is an indecisive weenie, then you can take over and do whatever you want. He may be interested in both girls and you're decisiveness will help him make up his mind.
Once formalities are taken care of, you should start a conversation with the every member of the group *except* the hottie that he likes. Let him get some alone time. This is much easier done soon after you enter rather than waiting and doing a cross-battle 4-way conversation (always a no-no - it's just plain awkward). That is, you don't want to be two guys talking to two girls. You want to be one guy talking to one girl and one guy talking to 1+ girls.
From this point, do what you like.
Note also: when not talking to girls, the main rule is - don't talk game. Better yet, don't even talk to your wing when you're not talking with girls. Just say "what's up" and then leave him to go
chase some hotties.
Don't overcomplicate this stuff. And take a look around at the naturals. You'll never see a natural getting anal about "rules" when out partying. There's no "job" to do. No. a guy goes out, has fun, brings a girl home. That's the way chimps do it, so can we.
A wing in need: Best thing a wing can do is sense when wingmanship is needed. It's not easy, but usually it's a situation where one girl likes your friend, but the other girl is pulling her away. When a wingman comes in at the right time, it feels like God himself is on your side. It feels like an angel sent down from heaven. - Hoping you all can take this advice and go make those magical moments happen.
Re-cap:
1. Go talk to girls.
2. When you see that your wing could use some help - go say "hi."
3. Let your friend get some alone time with his girl, and entertain everyone else in the group while he does.
Good Luck,
Daniel
Tale Of The Chase: Sexy Thighs
The Player Returns -
Once again I'm in the field, in the effing trenches. Got mud on my face and stuff. After one girlfriend of nine months moved back to her home in Japan, and then my other girlfriend of five months just recently moved back to her home in Thailand, I'm left once again... SINGLE!
"dear god" you say?
Yes, It's been over a year since the last time I was single, and it feels better than ever. So damn refreshing. Colors are brighter, sounds are more crisp. It's a wonderful world.
And, single can only mean one thing... Game Time!
I can't tell you how much I've been longing for this. Back in the clubs, feeling the sweat of dancing bodies tripping over me in drunken stupors. Loud music doing permanent ear damage. "Bitch Shields"! Yeah... this is the good life. And, I haven't even gone out for a daytime mission yet. The world's wide open.
So, I set out tonight to a favorite bar. I've pulled from there before, should be good place to get back in it. Haven't been there in a long time - since I wrote the report about making out with an Italian girl (I believe it was called "Tell me you want to fuck me") Oh, that was hot.
And when I got to the bar... uhhh... ahhh haaa.... yes. Memories. Funny though, after months away, it seems different. I remember the way I use to own the place like it was my own. But, now I'm even more confident, now I'm more comfortable. It's been a while, but I think I'm gonna like it.
I set out with a wingman who I rarely wing with. My goals are simple: 1) to go out to a social place for only the sake of being social. 2) Do something or try something with the intent of getting back into the swing of things.
So easy. I'm there.
We walk in to the bar, and it's a little bit empty. I don't open the first set that I see, but no biggie. I strut across the dancefloor and near the bar. OK, warm-up. Two girls - very easy, very open. I open no problem with something like "Hey, how's it going?"
We talk, it's on. They both love me. I have a little trouble picking one girl off, and could use a wing. My friends walk by me like 5 times, and eventually, after about 15 minutes in the set, I drag my wingman in to help me out. He happily takes the girl that I wasn't going for.
Size up the situation. These girls were cute. Yes. Fun. Yes. hmmm... read them... they're ready to hook up. Yes.
Best bet at this point: grab the girls, ditch the bar. Should've grabbed my wingman and the girls and gone off to go play pool at my "local" bar - PSF. No biggie. Niether my wingman nor I are really playing the game for keeps right now. We want to mingle.
I leave and go flirt with other girls, which clearly makes girl 1 jealous. Oh well. Gotta ask myself what's the goal tonight? Game time.
Blond chubby girl likes me. Yes. Big hugs. Two eighties girls like me. Yes. Photos and hugs. But, not my type. In fact, not a lot of girls there that really wow me.
I kept cruising around. I opened some other girls. It was fun. Then, there were three girls that kinda caught my eye. So, hell... I talked to them.
"Are you guys rockin' the cassbah?"
They start talking back, but they're not very open to me. The alpha girl (Let's call her Alice) gives me some attitude, but it's fun. The one on my right isn't saying much and has closed off body language (let's call her Suzy). The one across from me asks me questions and stuff and is cool to me (we'll call her Mary). But, still the vibe is uncomfortable for about two minutes or so.
Let the chase begin.
I keep going for a while, and they tease me because I'm too young. (They were all late 20s, early 30s - not very unlike me). After a while, they open up their circle a little and relax toward my presence. Good. I get Suzy into a one on one conversation a couple of times. (I liked Suzy and Mary - both cute). Suzy had the most adorable face and big bright eyes. She was chubby - which honestly was super hot. Among other things, I'm quite interested in finding a chubby girlfriend right now. It's been a while, and a girl with just the right curves is often such a turn on. Fit girls are good too.
Eventually, the girls sit on the bench, and it gives me the best chance to sit on one end and get intimate with Suzy.
But, hell, is she interested? Wtf.
I pull another wingman in to help me out with the other girls. He does his job well.
So, I talk to Suzy one on one. Her legs are crossed, her arms are crossed. (sexy thighs that keep driving me crazy)
For all purposes, she seems locked up toward me. Not putting her heart into it. Kino is next to nothing. I call it out, but with no success. She's just not interested.
We're about 10-15 minutes in to the interaction now. And, I work more and more to get this girl involved in the conversation. She's smiling, she's responding, but she's just not into it.
I don't know why I'm still talking to her at this point, but I just don't like the idea of letting her go. What's the point. I'm hot, she should want me. And she hasn't run away yet.
I finally start to be really blatant. This is my standard method. By about 5 minutes, she should be somewhat interested and willing to stay in a one on one conversation with me. By 10-15 minutes she should be holding my hand. Etc. etc... something like that. This girl was way behind schedule. What was going on?
So many times in the past, I would've left this girl and gone on to find another. But, I was interested in trying to push through it. Basically, I felt like I was in the friend zone with her already.
So, I start telling her how hot she is and how attracted I am. And I start drilling her about why she's not way into me. I mean seriously, why isn't this girl clawing at me? I'm a sexy dude.
No boyfriend, no husband. What is it?
"You're a nice enough guy."
"Yeah, I know I'm nice, but c'mon. Tell me I'm sexy!"
Eventually she says something like "You're too young."
Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Interesting. I'm two years younger than her, but still.
I keep working it and keep persisting. She tells me a story about this doctor that she knows and likes who makes her sweat because she gets so nervous around him. So, I ask what it is that she likes about him. She tells me that it's something about his sense of humor and "he's such a flirt" Holy shit! Who's more of a flirt than me? uh?
I'm like Pepe Le Peu at this point. I'm on full throttle chase. It's fun. I tell her that I hate her because she's such a tease. I hate her because she's way sexy and yet she's giving me nothing and she wont tell me to go away either.
Eventually, I give up and decide to go talk to more girls. I say goodbye, thinking that in fact I will never know what turns this girl on and why it's not me.
When I reach the dancefloor it's way to crowded. Not my vibe. Icky sweaty hot. I see my wingman with a HOT latina girl. Rock on!
I decide to go to the back room for a little more space. I hit on a drunk girl. She kino's the fuck out of me. Her friend shows up and tries to hook me up. Fuckin' drunk girls. I'm not interested. I see the other girl from my first set of the night. She's drunk too. She kino's the fuck out of me. ehhh... I'm saving her as a maybe for later. I see a girl that I dated twice about a year or two ago - never had sex with her. She gives me a weird vibe.
I get tired and decide to sit down for a rest. Suzy is still there on the bench so I return to her.
This time something's different. I'm way laid back. I feel a much deeper level of comfort and of "being my self". I didn't notice it the first time, but only in contrast did I notice a certain amount of me putting on a show the first time.
I relax into it and just sit for the sake of sitting. I hang out for the sake of hanging out. And, I re-engage the conversation. I don't know what we talked about, but I sat there for about an hour talking about just about everything. We got into some deeper topics. And I made her laugh a bunch.
The whole time, I kept drilling her with statements of interest. I kept trying to be as blatant as I could possibly be that "I'M HITTING ON YOU!" Hell, maybe I should've just yelled it in all caps at her.
She said she wakes up early on the weekends. I said, "Cool, you can cook me breakfast while I stay in bed."
She laughed.
I say, "wow, you must like morning sex then."
She laughed.
One after another, I hit her with my sexual intentions. And, she didn't run away. I figured eventually she would break, either running away in disgust or melting into my arms.
I go for a handtest, she is super frigid. No kino from her.
But, the conversation continues. I ask her to marry me. I tell her that I hate her because I'm falling in love with her.
All this is interspersed with fluff talk, people watching and some genuinely good conversation.
I tell her that she is way too damn sexy. (and she was)
I even tell her "Normally I date girls like you all the time and they're all over me by this point."
I ask if she's good in bed, and that I sure hope she isn't because I wouldn't be able to handle it. She changes the subject.
I tell her that I'd love to cuddle with her. She changes the subject.
I tell her that she's cute, adorable, on and on. She's having fun, but still not showing interest.
Finally, I say "If we went on a date, you wouldn't even show up." And, here is where she breaks. She responds "Well, where would we go?"
Ah haa.... now I've got her on an imaginary date with me. She's starting to enjoy this. Oh yes. I'm feeling good. I think I might actually pull this off. Incredible. I didn't even believe it could happen.
It's not done yet though. Her friends are both occupied by other guys in the bar so I've got her alone. And one of the girls seems to mention something about leaving.
Suzy turns to me and says "Do you believe in numbers?" What an obscure comment! Is that her way of asking for my number? I can't tell.
I say "What you mean like numerology?"
And, she starts talking about numerology. hmmm.... a strange phenomenon. Did she really want to talk about numbers? Did she want my didgets? What's going on here? I may never know.
And, soon... boom! She stops resisting the hand holding. Oh, so romantic! We're holding hands. Probably one hour after meeting her! I'm loving it. This girl is way cute.
I start to go for the day 2.
Me: "Let's get coffee sometime."
Suzy: "I don't drink coffee"
Me: "It's not about coffee. That's just a bullshit excuse for us to hang out together."
Suzy: "Well, I don't drink coffee."
Back to square one. Back to slamming her with my undying adoration. Heh heh... it's kinda fun actually. I keep talking to her, she keeps playing super hard to get.
I come back to the subject of a date and this time she is more interested. Persistance should be my fuckin' name at this point.
We finally finally set up a date.
I go in and kiss her on the cheek. "Ok, now I'm not coming on Tuesday" She jokes with me.
I keep bantering and playing and talking and connecting. And, I come back to the date. This time I get her phone number and it's solid. I even watch her type my name into her phone. Feeling good.
More hand holding. More good conversation. And top it all off with a nice hug goodbye.
Wow. She made me fuckin' work for it. Jeezz..
What an adventure. This was practice in persistence. I don't think I've ever put so much time into what seemed like a lost cause only to be able to turn it around. It feels good. I like this girl. Now, we'll have to see if my phone game can keep it alive - bit rusty there too.
I went out with simple goals, but I found it interesting how challenges presented themselves. I had the opportunity to work on quick pulls back to the house. I could've worked my drunk girl game. I could've done probably a bunch of other things. But, in the end I got to practice persistence game (also a similar off shoot of "Let's Just Be Friends" turn around game). I got to chase like a dog. And it was so much fun. I love being a guy.
Oh, she was cute. I think I'll go dream about her now. *Smile*
(Almost forgot: Half Chinese, quarter Japanese, quarter German - Yum!)
*Edit: More good stuff*
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I was chilling with Suzy Sexy Legs and she keeps talking about my jelly bracelets (I was wearing about 5 or 6 black jelly bracelets - about $0.50 each)
At one point, I felt all romantic and fun and I decided to give her one of my jelly bracelets.
I grabbed her hand and said "here". And I slipped a jelly bracelet onto her wrist. It felt kinda dorky and nice guy and maybe a little weak. But, it also felt good and kind and from my heart. I didn't know how it would be recieved.
But, I'm smart and I take a risk and work with it. So, I looked at her for a reaction. Would she percieve it to be another nice guy loser attempt at seduction (so incongruent with everything I'd done before) or would she genuinely enjoy it as fun and special.
Well, she answered my doubts so simply and elegantly. *BUT*... (And this is why I write the post - big lesson here) But, I never would've known her response if I didn't know what to look for.
This is what she did: She looked at the bracelet and then said "Wait, I need two. It doesn't look good alone. It has to be a pair or it just doesn't look right."
What is she saying? What does she REALLY mean?
She's saying "You're a dork."
So, I pick up the cue instantly and respond with "Never mind." and I take the jelly bracelet off of her and put it back on my wrist. Instantly she breathes a breath of relief to realize that indeed she's in the presence of a real man.
This was a crucial step. If I'd put another bracelet on and given her two as she had requested, I would've slipped back on all the ground that I had gained. She may have not even realized it conciously.
In fact, this is a foundation of "persistence game" or "chasing game". You are chasing the girl, like Pepe Le fuckin' Peu... Yet, at no point do you ever stop being a man. You never compromise your integrity or your self respect. You never suplicate. You're a man with sexual desires and make no apologies, and if she's not interested you don't get hurt or upset or angry or caving in or suplicating etc.
Hope the concept makes sense
Once again I'm in the field, in the effing trenches. Got mud on my face and stuff. After one girlfriend of nine months moved back to her home in Japan, and then my other girlfriend of five months just recently moved back to her home in Thailand, I'm left once again... SINGLE!
"dear god" you say?
Yes, It's been over a year since the last time I was single, and it feels better than ever. So damn refreshing. Colors are brighter, sounds are more crisp. It's a wonderful world.
And, single can only mean one thing... Game Time!
I can't tell you how much I've been longing for this. Back in the clubs, feeling the sweat of dancing bodies tripping over me in drunken stupors. Loud music doing permanent ear damage. "Bitch Shields"! Yeah... this is the good life. And, I haven't even gone out for a daytime mission yet. The world's wide open.
So, I set out tonight to a favorite bar. I've pulled from there before, should be good place to get back in it. Haven't been there in a long time - since I wrote the report about making out with an Italian girl (I believe it was called "Tell me you want to fuck me") Oh, that was hot.
And when I got to the bar... uhhh... ahhh haaa.... yes. Memories. Funny though, after months away, it seems different. I remember the way I use to own the place like it was my own. But, now I'm even more confident, now I'm more comfortable. It's been a while, but I think I'm gonna like it.
I set out with a wingman who I rarely wing with. My goals are simple: 1) to go out to a social place for only the sake of being social. 2) Do something or try something with the intent of getting back into the swing of things.
So easy. I'm there.
We walk in to the bar, and it's a little bit empty. I don't open the first set that I see, but no biggie. I strut across the dancefloor and near the bar. OK, warm-up. Two girls - very easy, very open. I open no problem with something like "Hey, how's it going?"
We talk, it's on. They both love me. I have a little trouble picking one girl off, and could use a wing. My friends walk by me like 5 times, and eventually, after about 15 minutes in the set, I drag my wingman in to help me out. He happily takes the girl that I wasn't going for.
Size up the situation. These girls were cute. Yes. Fun. Yes. hmmm... read them... they're ready to hook up. Yes.
Best bet at this point: grab the girls, ditch the bar. Should've grabbed my wingman and the girls and gone off to go play pool at my "local" bar - PSF. No biggie. Niether my wingman nor I are really playing the game for keeps right now. We want to mingle.
I leave and go flirt with other girls, which clearly makes girl 1 jealous. Oh well. Gotta ask myself what's the goal tonight? Game time.
Blond chubby girl likes me. Yes. Big hugs. Two eighties girls like me. Yes. Photos and hugs. But, not my type. In fact, not a lot of girls there that really wow me.
I kept cruising around. I opened some other girls. It was fun. Then, there were three girls that kinda caught my eye. So, hell... I talked to them.
"Are you guys rockin' the cassbah?"
They start talking back, but they're not very open to me. The alpha girl (Let's call her Alice) gives me some attitude, but it's fun. The one on my right isn't saying much and has closed off body language (let's call her Suzy). The one across from me asks me questions and stuff and is cool to me (we'll call her Mary). But, still the vibe is uncomfortable for about two minutes or so.
Let the chase begin.
I keep going for a while, and they tease me because I'm too young. (They were all late 20s, early 30s - not very unlike me). After a while, they open up their circle a little and relax toward my presence. Good. I get Suzy into a one on one conversation a couple of times. (I liked Suzy and Mary - both cute). Suzy had the most adorable face and big bright eyes. She was chubby - which honestly was super hot. Among other things, I'm quite interested in finding a chubby girlfriend right now. It's been a while, and a girl with just the right curves is often such a turn on. Fit girls are good too.
Eventually, the girls sit on the bench, and it gives me the best chance to sit on one end and get intimate with Suzy.
But, hell, is she interested? Wtf.
I pull another wingman in to help me out with the other girls. He does his job well.
So, I talk to Suzy one on one. Her legs are crossed, her arms are crossed. (sexy thighs that keep driving me crazy)
For all purposes, she seems locked up toward me. Not putting her heart into it. Kino is next to nothing. I call it out, but with no success. She's just not interested.
We're about 10-15 minutes in to the interaction now. And, I work more and more to get this girl involved in the conversation. She's smiling, she's responding, but she's just not into it.
I don't know why I'm still talking to her at this point, but I just don't like the idea of letting her go. What's the point. I'm hot, she should want me. And she hasn't run away yet.
I finally start to be really blatant. This is my standard method. By about 5 minutes, she should be somewhat interested and willing to stay in a one on one conversation with me. By 10-15 minutes she should be holding my hand. Etc. etc... something like that. This girl was way behind schedule. What was going on?
So many times in the past, I would've left this girl and gone on to find another. But, I was interested in trying to push through it. Basically, I felt like I was in the friend zone with her already.
So, I start telling her how hot she is and how attracted I am. And I start drilling her about why she's not way into me. I mean seriously, why isn't this girl clawing at me? I'm a sexy dude.
No boyfriend, no husband. What is it?
"You're a nice enough guy."
"Yeah, I know I'm nice, but c'mon. Tell me I'm sexy!"
Eventually she says something like "You're too young."
Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Interesting. I'm two years younger than her, but still.
I keep working it and keep persisting. She tells me a story about this doctor that she knows and likes who makes her sweat because she gets so nervous around him. So, I ask what it is that she likes about him. She tells me that it's something about his sense of humor and "he's such a flirt" Holy shit! Who's more of a flirt than me? uh?
I'm like Pepe Le Peu at this point. I'm on full throttle chase. It's fun. I tell her that I hate her because she's such a tease. I hate her because she's way sexy and yet she's giving me nothing and she wont tell me to go away either.
Eventually, I give up and decide to go talk to more girls. I say goodbye, thinking that in fact I will never know what turns this girl on and why it's not me.
When I reach the dancefloor it's way to crowded. Not my vibe. Icky sweaty hot. I see my wingman with a HOT latina girl. Rock on!
I decide to go to the back room for a little more space. I hit on a drunk girl. She kino's the fuck out of me. Her friend shows up and tries to hook me up. Fuckin' drunk girls. I'm not interested. I see the other girl from my first set of the night. She's drunk too. She kino's the fuck out of me. ehhh... I'm saving her as a maybe for later. I see a girl that I dated twice about a year or two ago - never had sex with her. She gives me a weird vibe.
I get tired and decide to sit down for a rest. Suzy is still there on the bench so I return to her.
This time something's different. I'm way laid back. I feel a much deeper level of comfort and of "being my self". I didn't notice it the first time, but only in contrast did I notice a certain amount of me putting on a show the first time.
I relax into it and just sit for the sake of sitting. I hang out for the sake of hanging out. And, I re-engage the conversation. I don't know what we talked about, but I sat there for about an hour talking about just about everything. We got into some deeper topics. And I made her laugh a bunch.
The whole time, I kept drilling her with statements of interest. I kept trying to be as blatant as I could possibly be that "I'M HITTING ON YOU!" Hell, maybe I should've just yelled it in all caps at her.
She said she wakes up early on the weekends. I said, "Cool, you can cook me breakfast while I stay in bed."
She laughed.
I say, "wow, you must like morning sex then."
She laughed.
One after another, I hit her with my sexual intentions. And, she didn't run away. I figured eventually she would break, either running away in disgust or melting into my arms.
I go for a handtest, she is super frigid. No kino from her.
But, the conversation continues. I ask her to marry me. I tell her that I hate her because I'm falling in love with her.
All this is interspersed with fluff talk, people watching and some genuinely good conversation.
I tell her that she is way too damn sexy. (and she was)
I even tell her "Normally I date girls like you all the time and they're all over me by this point."
I ask if she's good in bed, and that I sure hope she isn't because I wouldn't be able to handle it. She changes the subject.
I tell her that I'd love to cuddle with her. She changes the subject.
I tell her that she's cute, adorable, on and on. She's having fun, but still not showing interest.
Finally, I say "If we went on a date, you wouldn't even show up." And, here is where she breaks. She responds "Well, where would we go?"
Ah haa.... now I've got her on an imaginary date with me. She's starting to enjoy this. Oh yes. I'm feeling good. I think I might actually pull this off. Incredible. I didn't even believe it could happen.
It's not done yet though. Her friends are both occupied by other guys in the bar so I've got her alone. And one of the girls seems to mention something about leaving.
Suzy turns to me and says "Do you believe in numbers?" What an obscure comment! Is that her way of asking for my number? I can't tell.
I say "What you mean like numerology?"
And, she starts talking about numerology. hmmm.... a strange phenomenon. Did she really want to talk about numbers? Did she want my didgets? What's going on here? I may never know.
And, soon... boom! She stops resisting the hand holding. Oh, so romantic! We're holding hands. Probably one hour after meeting her! I'm loving it. This girl is way cute.
I start to go for the day 2.
Me: "Let's get coffee sometime."
Suzy: "I don't drink coffee"
Me: "It's not about coffee. That's just a bullshit excuse for us to hang out together."
Suzy: "Well, I don't drink coffee."
Back to square one. Back to slamming her with my undying adoration. Heh heh... it's kinda fun actually. I keep talking to her, she keeps playing super hard to get.
I come back to the subject of a date and this time she is more interested. Persistance should be my fuckin' name at this point.
We finally finally set up a date.
I go in and kiss her on the cheek. "Ok, now I'm not coming on Tuesday" She jokes with me.
I keep bantering and playing and talking and connecting. And, I come back to the date. This time I get her phone number and it's solid. I even watch her type my name into her phone. Feeling good.
More hand holding. More good conversation. And top it all off with a nice hug goodbye.
Wow. She made me fuckin' work for it. Jeezz..
What an adventure. This was practice in persistence. I don't think I've ever put so much time into what seemed like a lost cause only to be able to turn it around. It feels good. I like this girl. Now, we'll have to see if my phone game can keep it alive - bit rusty there too.
I went out with simple goals, but I found it interesting how challenges presented themselves. I had the opportunity to work on quick pulls back to the house. I could've worked my drunk girl game. I could've done probably a bunch of other things. But, in the end I got to practice persistence game (also a similar off shoot of "Let's Just Be Friends" turn around game). I got to chase like a dog. And it was so much fun. I love being a guy.
Oh, she was cute. I think I'll go dream about her now. *Smile*
(Almost forgot: Half Chinese, quarter Japanese, quarter German - Yum!)
*Edit: More good stuff*
...
I was chilling with Suzy Sexy Legs and she keeps talking about my jelly bracelets (I was wearing about 5 or 6 black jelly bracelets - about $0.50 each)
At one point, I felt all romantic and fun and I decided to give her one of my jelly bracelets.
I grabbed her hand and said "here". And I slipped a jelly bracelet onto her wrist. It felt kinda dorky and nice guy and maybe a little weak. But, it also felt good and kind and from my heart. I didn't know how it would be recieved.
But, I'm smart and I take a risk and work with it. So, I looked at her for a reaction. Would she percieve it to be another nice guy loser attempt at seduction (so incongruent with everything I'd done before) or would she genuinely enjoy it as fun and special.
Well, she answered my doubts so simply and elegantly. *BUT*... (And this is why I write the post - big lesson here) But, I never would've known her response if I didn't know what to look for.
This is what she did: She looked at the bracelet and then said "Wait, I need two. It doesn't look good alone. It has to be a pair or it just doesn't look right."
What is she saying? What does she REALLY mean?
She's saying "You're a dork."
So, I pick up the cue instantly and respond with "Never mind." and I take the jelly bracelet off of her and put it back on my wrist. Instantly she breathes a breath of relief to realize that indeed she's in the presence of a real man.
This was a crucial step. If I'd put another bracelet on and given her two as she had requested, I would've slipped back on all the ground that I had gained. She may have not even realized it conciously.
In fact, this is a foundation of "persistence game" or "chasing game". You are chasing the girl, like Pepe Le fuckin' Peu... Yet, at no point do you ever stop being a man. You never compromise your integrity or your self respect. You never suplicate. You're a man with sexual desires and make no apologies, and if she's not interested you don't get hurt or upset or angry or caving in or suplicating etc.
Hope the concept makes sense
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