BRINGING IT ALL TOGETHER
I'm not done with this crazy inner game extravaganza quite yet. But for now, I'd like to summarize everything I've gone over so far, and the best way to do that is with an LR. This was my first lay of 2008; it was back at the end of January. I'm using this one because it was a very simple lay. No obstacle issues, no congruence tests to speak of, just 1-2-3 go. One hour and fifteen minutes from open to isolation, followed by half an hour of foreplay before sex.
Hell, I didn't even have to open.
The lay wasn't particularly "impressive" (not that I give a shit, and neither should you if you sleep with a girl with no problems), in large part because the girl hadn't gotten laid in six months at the time. Ultimately, all I had to do was escalate intelligently and not fuck up.
Oh, and I posted an LR of this interaction on another board, but I didn't get heavily technical with it. I'm gonna break it down a bit more for you guys.
STORMY'S FIRST LAY OF 2008
Our story takes place at a house party. Present are myself, a couple of people I don't know, and a bunch of people I do know, including my "final ex" (the one whose dumpage of me got me into pickup).
I showed up at the party with a six-pack of Turbodog and a six-pack of Purple Haze in tow. Mmm, Abita. I drop that in the fridge, and then start running around talking to people.
One of the people there, as I mentioned, was my Final Ex. Friendly hug action. My state survives. I'm still in party mode. Hells yes.
If I had run into her a few months prior, my sugar-glass inner game would have shattered. I had been avoiding her ever since she dumped me in May of 2007, because I was miserable every time I saw her.
Not this time, though. It was party time.
There were three hotties at this party: Final Ex, Sociable, and Skirt. Final Ex was my ex, fresh off of a breakup with the guy she dumped me for, to whom I will refer as BiGuy because he's bisexual. Sociable was a cute nerdy girl who was really friendly with everyone and smiling all the time. Both of them had skinny, "maiden" figures.
And then there was Skirt.
Skirt has the body of a pornstar (EDIT:
and now that I think about it, the pornstar that she had the body of was Eva Evangelina). Hourglass figure, full bust and hips, beautiful face, tight abs, the works. She was wearing a schoolgirl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a button-down blouse. She was easily the hottest girl at this party. Hell, she'd be the hottest girl at any given club she went to.
As such, none of the guys there were hitting on her. Approach anxiety is a gift to me from other men.
I don't want to hate on my friends here, but none of them have any game to speak of. The only two exceptions were my buddy Justin, whom I had gotten into pickup a while prior and is currently a Sinn devotee, and BiGuy, a natural who also happens to be bisexual. Seriously, I think BiGuy is only bisexual because it means five percent more nookie than being straight. This guy is a huge hornball.
Neither of these guys would end up causing me problems. Justin wasn't really trying to get laid that night, and BiGuy was following Final Ex around like a broken puppy, trying for some post-breakup sex. His state was in the toilet and he wasn't after my target anyway.
Social circle game is awesome. Automatic social proof, AND I can figure out, with only a minimum of effort, which girls are single.
Final Ex was right out. My inner game was doing great; I didn't want to fuck that up by gaming her. And I didn't want to deal with BiGuy.
Sociable might have had a boyfriend, I don't know. It was hard to tell at the time because of how flirty she was with all the guys she talked to. That should have tipped me off that she was single (she was, and BiGuy started dating her soon thereafter), but whatever.
Skirt didn't seem to be attached to any guys. Not that I could tell; she was mostly hanging out with other girls that night. Occasionally, she'd talk to a guy she knew.
But I hadn't really begun the "gaming" phase of my night yet. I was talking to my friends, really loudly, and having fun. Animated storytelling, drinking contests, yeee-ha!
As I was talking to Justin, I felt a hand reach around my waist and hold me by the hip. Whoever was doing that was standing on my right. I looked over to see who it was.
Continue talking to Justin.
Once I had finished whatever I was saying, I turned to Skirt.
That was the opener.
Let's stop for a second. Why did I get opened? It was because I was having more fun than any other guy at that party. No nervousness. I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I was talking to everyone, animated, having a great time, and generally the social center of the kitchen, which was the fulcrum about which the entire party moved due both to it being a chokepoint between the front room and the back yard (so people moving between them would have to go through there), and also because that's where the booze was, so people were making trips there regularly.
I got to be the social center of the kitchen by being the guy that was having the most fun. Any of you who have seen Blueprint
know the pool analogy: I was warming up my part of the pool with my happiness and positivity and fun, and the girls were swimming towards that.
Now the "game" portion of the night begins in earnest.
I shift from side-by-side Claw position to facing Skirt directly. Hands go around her waist and interlock behind her back. Eye contact full-on. Friendly smile. Bedroom voice.
Less than ten seconds after she put her hand around my waist.
From here on out, I have to generalize about what happened because I don't remember much of what happened, for two reasons: one, I was drunk, and two, I wasn't trying to remember any of what happened. I was totally in the Now. Remember waaaaaay back when I was talking about girls wanting you to be in the Now? Wanting you wanting them, FOR them? That's where I was. But I can give you all some highlights.
The "game" portion was one big push-pull cycle with Skirt. But this wasn't push-pull in the sense of "I like you, no I don't." HELL no. Stormy don't play that weaksauce vibe. I fucking desired
this girl, and I wasn't going to hide it. It was push-pull between "I am going to throw you on the counter and fuck you right now, wait no I'm not let's get to know each other first." The subtext of this interaction was that we were going to fuck. It wasn't a matter of whether, it was a matter of WHEN. The idea behind that was to keep the sexual tension going and diffuse ASD. I didn't know how high her ASD threshold was, so I had to do some token rapport-building. The fact that she was getting drunker certainly didn't hurt.
How did I shift back and forth between "comfort" and "seduction?" (Fuck "attraction," by the way. I don't have an "attraction phase," and neither should you. I assume attraction. The interaction goes Open -> Pump BT/diffuse ASD -> Close, with only as much of step 2 as I judge necessary. You game a girl to CLOSE.) The answer:
Shock and Awe. If you don't know about it, read about it here -> http://www.puaratings.com/articles/ciaran-shock-and-awe
. "What the hell, you're just entirely too hot. No. This is no good." While physically escalating. Then pull back. "No. Stop. Bad Stormy. I have to get to know you first."
Shock and Awe is only incongruent if you don't have the desire. If you have the desire, you're not hiding it, so it's not incongruent. You're just straining
against it. And you're making it obvious. Shock and Awe demonstrates that you aren't afraid to show your desire, but you're socially calibrated enough not to do something to make the girl feel like a slut. You want her to be comfortable.
Kino. Kino kino kino kino kino kino kino kino kino kino kino. Also, kino. "Verbal game" is so, like, whatever
. This game is emotional, not logical. And nothing jump-starts emotions like physical touch. Running verbal game with no kino is like trying to fly a jetliner that has four perfectly good jet engines using a rubber band engine
. I mean, yeah, it's theoretically possible, but what's the point? Pickup is kino escalation, guys.
The Peck Takeaway. This is something that I had devised the night before
when I was out sarging with Chief and a few of the Lair dudes. It's a way to prime a girl for a kiss-close. Whatcha do is, you do a takeaway, but peck the girl on the lips before you go. No tongue, no waiting for compliance. "Hey, I gotta hit the bathroom, I'll be right back." Peck on the lips, go do your thing, come back. There is no social pressure on the girl because this is rather light kino, and in the South, it's an acceptable familiar greeting. And you didn't give the girl a chance to cheek you. But you've still broken the "kiss barrier."
After that, pick a point in time and go for the makeout. It doesn't matter when. I did it in the middle of a sentence. She was talking to me, saying something, and suddenly her mouth was full of my tongue. Totally congruent because it fit in with the vibe I had been running all night. Then cut it off yourself. Don't let her end it. You end it before she does.
Because you don't want her ASD to kick in.
To get around that, it's extraction time.
Me: "Hey, let's go for a walk."
Me: "My car. Making out in front of everyone like this is rude."
Her: "Heh. Okay."
Me: "We're just going to make out, though. No sex, young lady."
An hour and fifteen minutes after the opener, we were in my car, messing around.
I took my time with this part. No urgency. I was having a BLAST messing around with this girl. She was hot as all fuck, and my mind stayed right there in that car with the two of us. This is why I got into the game, goddammit. So I could be right there, in that moment.
Like this, but with pleasure instead of pain:
Every moment is the greatest moment of your life. Don't be off somewhere, missing it.
After half an hour of foreplay and steady escalation (all the way to some of the best oral sex ever)... no rush... I pulled a condom out of my center console.
Her: "I thought you said no sex."
Me: "I lied."
Fade to black.
She asked me afterwards whether this would be a one-night stand.
Me: "It doesn't have to be."
And I was serious. I wanted to see her again.
Unfortunately, it turned out that she lived forty-five minutes away from me. I put up with that while I was dating Final Ex, and didn't want to repeat it. Skirt is now dating the host of that party. They're happy together, and I'm happy for them.
When we went back in together, everyone was wondering where we had gone. I didn't say a word. I didn't fuck her to brag about it and make her feel like a slut. I did it because I wanted to. She ended up telling Final Ex after Final Ex pulled her into the bathroom for Girl Talk, but that was it.
So that's how it went down. No tricks, no manipulation. I used Shock and Awe heavily because I was congruent with it. Shock and Awe is a matter of telling a girl you want to fuck her, but pulling back because you don't want her to feel like a slut.
what I was feeling, and that's exactly
what I was doing.
So now you've read about natural game in action. It's Saturday, guys. Go out tonight make some some girl's year.