| Finally, he's getting it!
He got a number from a HB7 a couple nights ago and called me up ecstatic! He made me proud. This was the first approach he did on his own. She's proably an 8 to him. He's kind of a chubby chaser. But the nice thing was it was a nice church girl, and she confessed to him after giving him her facebook, email, and phone number that she was genuinely interested for a while back. Exactly what he wanted. And that's what the game is all about: getting what you really want.
He's got a pick up name now. He's calling himself The Sauce. It's an old nickname from high school which was kind of an embarrassing/funny story, but it's become a second identity and an ego to him, so it fits when he's getting into frame. He calls having game saucieness... so yeah... gotta love that shit! So today welcome The Sauce to the world of PUA! He's one of us now.
The previous day he had me pissed though. I had to get back at him when we went out sarging.
He'd been bitching about how he hadn't number closed a girl in days, of the two he had closed before neither called back. He started saying my stuff doesn't work and I hadn't got a number once while we were out together. True I hadn't made a number close since I started sarging with him, but he wasn't making it easy.
As I've said before elsewhere, he's bipolar and slightly mentally retarded. It was obvious he was slacking and not reading the material I'd been giving him, or going out on his own. So he was fucking up all over the place and taking me with him.
He was ready to throw in the towel and give up and was questioning if the PUA techniques really work at all. I had to prove him wrong this time and I knew it. It was time to get my game on.
First of all, this time we spent about 45 minutes in my car getting into state and psyching ourselves up before we went in. We discussed rules for who talks to who and what not to do while the other is in a pickup.
We decided on a few rules.
1. We take turns opening sets while the other assists the pickup by distracting the friends
2. We say beforehand who we are going after
3. We do it all as close to non-verbally as possible (he is naturally a really loud person and sounds like he's yelling when he whispers)
4. He who waits masturbates... lol... best rule ever. Basically if one of us fails to go for the kill after a long period of time or (also for us if we fuck up and get blown out badly) the other gets a shot
5. We follow the 3 second rule
6. We split and one acts like he's shopping while the other is opening his target. If the one working the target is failing the wing comes in and saves him
7. On sets of 3 or more we both approach
8. No amoging each other
9. No trying to steal the other's girl while he's operating successfully
10. No negativity or bull shit. Keep it positive
We agreed on one last rule and that was that he'd trust me as the teacher and try to listen and be humble as the student. He tends to have an ego. He's either an egomaniac or depressed. I had to get him balanced, so he could learn.
Some days I have to hype him up, some days I have to bring him down because his energy is like a steam roller. I've seen him go up to sets happy as can be and be so hyped he tires his targets out and they get bored and can't take it, but they can't tell him to fuck off or just walk away, because he's retarded, so it would be rude, but they can't get a word in edgewise.
Thank GOD today was not one of those days, and he's been getting more balanced every time he goes out, so it was good, but before he went in he was really out of state and negative. Once he got inside and started talking to girls his mood changed. He decided he wanted me to open the first set because he wasn't feeling up to it. I knew if I failed it was all over. He'd just give up and say it was all bull shit.
My game was on full power. I opened the first girl I saw. She was in a slightly more upscale hipster style clothing store in the mall called The Buckle. She was a 5' model slim brunette HB9 with curly hair, a nice tan, and way too many bracelets. She was working there. I could tell she was bored. I decided to show her a good time
Me: Hi, I need a woman's advice. I had an ex girlfriend who always used to dress me up, but she's been gone for a while and I have a horrible fashion sense. You look like you have a good sense of style. Wanna help me find a new wardrobe?
Her: Hehehe Okay... come over here... what kind of clothes do you like?
Me: I'm looking for shorts of some kind.
she starts looking through clothes
Me: I like your bracelets
Her: Oh thanks
Me: So what do you have there like 40 of them?
Her: hahah
Me: So this is how you get all the guys to talk to you at the clubs. You put on like a million things of jewelry and just wait for the guys to come to you and ask about it? Yeah, I know all of your womanly tricks. (wink)
Her: haha no... I like them
Me: so what's your name
Her: Chloe
Me: Chloe. I like that name. I had a pastor with 12 kids who had that name. She was the youngest and the only girl. And it's a unique name too
Her: Yeah, there's not alot of Chloes
Me yeah, my name's josh... there's like a billion of us, so I'm giving my kid a cool first name. My buddy just had a kid... named him Maverick. He spelled it Maveryk.
Her: really?
Me yeah, nobody's ever gonna mess up that kid's name ever isn't that weird?
Her: yeah that's cool
She starts grabbing clothes off the shelf
Her:... Okay how about these (points to some horrible looking white shorts with black pinstripes that looked like something a skater would wear... not me... they were $80... keep in mind I'm not working right now)
Me: Nice, but that's really not my style.
Her: What about this (picks out something that actually looks good)
Me: Cool! I like that. How much is it
Her: $60
Me: uh... honestly I'm probably not going to buy anything in this store that is more than $20
Her: Uh... then you're not going to find that...
Panicking for a second while trying not to let it show... I decided it was time to go direct and go in for the kill or lose her forever because I was out of shit to say and needed an excuse to keep talking to her.
Me: Well, anyway I need to get back to my friend in a minute, he's been chill'n in the back waiting for me, but before I go I've got to confess to you honestly, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. I find you really attractive, and I'm really picky about who I go out with.
Her: aw really? smiling
Me: yeah. (wink) We should get together and do something some time. You look like a real fun girl. I bet we could have great times together. I'll tell you what, let me get your number and I'll call you up some time so we can get to know each other better
Her: OK! it's bla bla bla bla bla bla bla...
Me: I need a good name for you so I don't mix you up with all the other Chloes in my address book... I'm calling you... Chloe with a million bracelets
Her: hehehe
Me: (on my phone typing it in). OK, I'm gonna call you so you have my number. Do you have your phone on you? (so I could hear it ring to know she got the call and it was her real number).
Her: no, it's in my purse.
Me: hmmmm... (wink, eyebrow raised, knowing smile) This is a real number right? This isn't a fake one like the one that goes to your ugly male cousin that you give to all the weird guys who try to hit on you at work right?
Her (eyes get big like wtf? how'd he know we do that) giggles... noooo...
Me: I know all your feminine tricks, remember.
Her: hhaha Nooooo... it's real. I promise.
Me: OK, it better be because integrity is really important to me. Like I always call back when people call me. It's just a matter of respect. People just don't get that these days you know?
Her: I know, it's so rude. Don't worry it's real.
Me: awesome. You're a sweetheart. I'll give you a call later this week.
Her: Okkkkay!!! (bouncing up and down a bit giggling)
Me: (realizing I failed to kino her once I decided to try to salvage it like Style with the kiss cheek close but in a way appropriate for her job) Hug?
Her: YEAH!
We hugged for a minute and I picked her up a bit and pressed her breasts up against my chest... God that felt good! And in public! In front of everyone including her pussy ass male coworkers watching jealously... HAHAH you could smell the envy!
Me: you're so cool! I'll see you later, I got to get back to my friend.
Her: Okkkkkayy talk to you later! hehe!
(I called her yesterday... got voice mail... it was HER voice mail!... From here on this part requires another post for later on... I suck with phone game, so I'm getting some help before I start gaming her more here...especially with text game... but I digress... ... ...)
The Sauce was standing in the back with his jaw slack watching with big eyes in disbelief.
Sauce: MAN, that was the chick I wanted! She's hot! Did you get her number?!
Me: It was my turn, and he who waits masturbates. Yeah, I got it man! What did I tell you? This stuff works.
Sauce: AW MAN! Now I gotta get one!
Me: so you agree it works
Sauce: Yeah man. Let's go. I gotta talk to another girl now! MAN dammit! That was awesome! How did you do that?
LOL. One of the best nites of my life next to the night I gamed a stripper and started dating her for a couple weeks. I truly felt invincible and bad ass.
Now it's time to get the date.
Now I have to get to work. Later! _________________ ~The Munky~
"What are you waiting for? You're faster than this. Don't think you are, know you are." -Morpheus, The Matrix
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