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| Author: | Miguel_Brut [ Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:50 pm ] |
| Post subject: | The long story why I'm here |
Hi everyone. I'm Miguel, and I read "the game" a few years back, it was very entertaining, I spent a whole weekend holding that book. I've seen some DeAngelo videos from time to time, he's such a talented speaker. But now I'm seriously looking into the PUA community, seeking help, because frankly, I need it. I'm lacking the basics in social interaction. The most incredible thing happened to me a few days ago, which sparked my registration here... well initially It didn't happen to me, I just witnessed it - it happened to the guy next to me, then I followed his example. This is a somewhat long story. It was Thursday night, I was in the subway traveling home from work, very late as usual, and noticed this younger guy in a hoodie next to me, staring at a young woman, across the exit door - they were facing each other. I have no idea what he did (besides eye contact) but 5 minutes later, the woman was eating off his hands, watching his every move whenever he looked away, just begging to be approach - which never materialized. Don't know if it was a scheme or not, but he mumbled something in her direction, and she eagerly jumped towards him and stating in a personal tone "What did you say?" to which I don't think he replied, not in words. Their romance did not end well though. He winked and signaled to exit (a move which seemed tacky, but what do I know, maybe the cliches work) his hesitance must have grown old, or maybe she feared for her own safety so she ignored him from then on, when she reached her station, which coincidentally was also mine, they parted ways. It was none of my business, but just being there and watching it charged me like a battery. It was an awesome feeling, I've always avoided anxiety, but this was fun. I couldn't believe I hadn't though of it before, to communicate non verbally probing receptivity with strangers. As I played it back in my mind, I snubbed that short young man in hoodie. If he could do that, why the hell couldn't I? I'm a a more sophisticated creature, not only I have taste (absence of hoodie on collar), I'm bright too (I manipulate words into sentences and such). I arrived home, got straight into bed only to wake up and commute back to work some hours later. Still with the events of the past night rewinding in my head, I talk myself into trying this "eye contact" thing. The whole day goes by (one I do not recollect because of the following events) Before this whole episode, I was against any eye "molestation" (as I though of it), but now it made perfect sense - they (the women) were in a public place and therefore had nothing to fear, and women could signal their disapproval by simply avoiding eye contact, so I thought. It's Friday night, I'm again taking the subway home, I'm looking for someone I'm mildly attracted to. One girl I recognize, she has the same slave work schedule as I do, but she is dozing off as she usually does, suddenly two women walk in. One is an attractive well dressed older woman but she is talking into her phone while searching her purse. The other, a woman about my age, maybe younger, not especially attractive or well dressed, but familiar - I'm too eager, "she will do" I thought, as she sat down next to sleeping beauty. I had previously read about body language and eye contact, and retained that looking away would signal insecurity, and inferiority. I immediately started repeating the mantra "must not look away, don't look away". As she completes her sitting procedure, I start to gaze into her eyes and think to myself - "would wearing my glasses right now help me read her face or hurt me by making me look like a geek?" Too late, our eyes meet, well I think they did... couldn't really tell out her eyes as she was not close enough, she was definitely facing me. We stare for 3 seconds and I look away, realizing I had just lost the stare contest, but hoping there could be a second round I go back in the game and the staring continues for several minutes. I'm having the time of my life, It was great. Those feelings inside me, boiling, it was like jumping off a plane. Several minutes go by and I try to read into her body language. She is biting or wetting her lips which I mimic, she exposes her palms and wrists briefly, puts hands on her lap but has her legs crossed and stretched out and is slightly slouching. Can't really tell out details in her facial expressions, but she knows what is happening here. At some point she yawns I think to myself "that's not good", I must have lost the game. But selfishly I kept toying with my feelings, still wanting to fall from that airplane some more. She reciprocated, she kept staring back. I was getting mixed messages, hoping for the best I kept at it. We finally arrive at my station, I face the door and glance sideways to her (closer then ever) and she avoids me, (now the humorous release); sleeping beauty wakes from her slumber, puzzled at why I'm staring in her direction - I exit, walk by looking through the window (at both), and sleeping beauty still trying to figure out what happened - the mildly attractive woman is definitely not interested. I've slept over it, read the body language books, concluded I was initially right. Should not have broken eye contact before she did, should have been nearer to read her facial expressions, and should have given up when she yawned. Her stare after that could have been in retaliation of my aggressive stare, "some of his own medicine" she probably thought, except I was too blind to see that too. It was a lot of fun and I want to experience that again. In fact I'm hoping to be rejected the next few times I try it, only because I don't have a follow up plan yet (like my hoodie friend). I wonder how often women play this game? And how often they give positive feedback only to find a coward teasing them. That must be very disappointing. Now some crazy thoughts have crossed my mind, such as "everyone is approachable", and "we all want to play the same game". Radically different from my recent past mindset. If anyone read this, you deserve a medal. It was great fun describing it, almost as much fun as experiencing it. |
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| Author: | Chillburg [ Sat Jan 23, 2010 11:10 pm ] |
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Where's my medal? anyway, welcome to the forum, maybe you can learn some stuff here that will improve your chances on the next subway ride! |
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