How many of you are familiar with receiving the "death look" from other guys?

You may have noticed other guys watching you with disbelief, and a malevolent stare. Or perhaps guys on the periphery of your social circle that you barely know, or whom you have never even met seem to hate you for no reason, and have forbidden their girlfriends to talk to you.
After developing solid inner game, AFCs may naturally feel threatened by you even if they don't know anything about you. They unconsciously sense that you may be a real threat to them. Your Alpha body language, quick smile, and relaxed nature are things we are all hardwired to recognize as being traits of a leader. Other attributes such as being better dressed, and better groomed than average can contribute to the same type of reaction. If this sounds familiar, you are in good company!

Not only have I stopped feeling bad about provoking this common reaction, I will purposely trigger it in a public setting for my own amusement. Mainly with guys who are just being complete tools. Completely self absorbed, unaware of their own actions, and just trying to get lucky.
I don't go out with this plan in mind. I will usually do this when the opportunity presents itself.

-Enter the two Nines-

Recently I was in an Irish pub in a local ski resort village. This was a down night for me. That is to say I wasn't out with the intent to sarge. I had my beer in hand, and was leaning on a red brick surround of a roaring cast iron wood stove way in the back of the room facing the front door with one foot up behind me against the bricks. I was in a typical locked-in posture.
Through the front door, in from the snow flounced two nines dressed to turn heads. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, short skirts, and High Heel Stilettos. One brunette, and one blonde.
Without even consciously thinking about it, my mind started its process of calibration. I knew what to do, and what to say, but I told myself to let them go. This was my down time.
It took them nearly five minutes to reach the back of the room near where I was standing. Keeping track of them out of the corner of my eye so they couldn't tell that I had even noticed them, I watched as every guy in the room approached them, and got rejected in a matter of seconds. My thoughts ranged from "aw that poor guy" to "oh that's just pathetic!". Not being able to hear a word of what was being said, I still got the gist of each exchange. The girls didn't even get drinks. They spent their time examining all of the pictures, and goofy crap hanging on the walls.
So at this point, you're probably wondering why I'm wasting your time with this story.

I did open the girls.
What made me do it was this one guy. He ran up to his friend, placed his hand on his friends shoulders, and started jumping up, and down while yelling "Dude! You gotta help me get these girls home!".
The two guys approached the set, and were instantly deflected. (Big shock, right?)
Immediately to my left was a set of stairs with a low landing just a few steps up. There hanging on the wall was a portrait of Marilyn Monroe. The girls ascended to the low landing, and started taking selfies with the portrait. Now I found myself in the eye line of everyone in the bar. Obviously they had followed the girls over there, but now many of them were eyeing me. I was the only guy in the room who hadn't made a move, and who hadn't been rejected. Some of them had that look in their eyes like "What are you going to do looser!"
So what I did was turn my head over to the left, looked at the brunettes shoes until I knew I had her attention, then looked her right in the eyes and opened by saying "Oh my god! My friend had a pair of shoes just like that. She broke her ankle!" Then I went back to drinking my beer. (By this time you should have guessed that I'm gaming the blonde) She hurried over in front of me and leaned in (Yeah, I'm now locked in by the brunette against the bricks, and am starting to get death looks from the guys.) and she asked me if my friend was OK. I said "oh yeah, she's fine now". By this time the blonde was feeling left out, and hurried over. (Now I'm locked in by both.) The blonde said "Hey! You're worried about her! What about me? I have the same shoes!!!" At this point I'm almost on auto pilot, and I just start letting the canned material fly.

Me: "I'm talking to your friend."
Blonde: "Gasp!!!"
Me talking to brunette: "Is she always like this?"
Brunette: "Giggle giggle... Yes!"
Me: You can dress her up, but you can't take her out!
blablabla bla bla...
I had their undivided attention...
By the end of the exchange, the blonde was blushing, and trying to get me to trade shoes with her.

So whats the point of this story?
Not only was I the only guy in the bar to succeed with these girls, but all of the guys in the bar recognized that I had "It" and they didn't. Don't forget that there were other girls in the bar that night as well. My goal was to have a little fun by confounding the guys in the room, but I earned major social proof by doing virtually nothing. I got the HB9, I demonstrated that I am preselected by women, and leader of men, and became an object of interest to every other woman in the bar.

Continue to learn, and use the practices of this community! They really work! I hope this experience of mine will encourage others, and give a little insight as to how these tactics can be used in the field. There are many great PUAs and coaches out there to learn from, but if any one would like to ask me for any advice, or share any insights with me, please feel free to contact me.