So I call this my best game so far because I did almost everything right apart from a few things, which in retrospect I know exactly what I should have done. However, hope this helps people.
So it was a birthday party of a friend of mine. I used to go to an acting school here in Vienna, and had a really good reputation amongst my peers, I am quite liked, so if we want to speak in PUA terms, instant social proof.
There were a lot of other people coming whom I did NOT know, and a lot of girls who I did not know, but some had heard of me.
I was feeling pretty down beforehand, but I knew what I had to do.
I arrived at the party, "bringing" the party. I brought a ball, a deck of sexual playing cards (with cartoons of sex positions on them). And I was probably the most active guy there. I instantly started to talk to everyone, even people I didn't know. I was extremely social and energetic. In the beginning I did not talk to the other girls much, with purpose. The party was just beginning.
All of this was outside btw, on a patch of grass, near a canal. Anyway, I play some sports, talk to the guys, play some more, talk to my friends. I have a conversation with a girl who will also be going to London like me this year, get her number, but no game on her, just friendly fluff and conversation.
Anyway, about 2 hours or so in (I think), I sit down. I spot two girls who sat where I was sitting before, one of them looks Indian (I'm half indian), the other I dunno, both quite pretty. We'll call them HB7 (Indian) and HB6. I had noticed that the other one had kept looking at me, I didn't act because I didn't need to.
I say "Mind if I grab some chips?" "No not at all". In German for now. I take them. Then:
This is all in German at first.
HB6: What's your name?
Me: Tr@veler. And you?
HB6: HB6.
Me: Cool. And you?
HB7: HB7.
Me: Nice to meet you.
HB7: Where are you from?
Me: Well, I'm half Indian and half Austrian.
She smiles.
Me: I knew it! You're Indian aren't you?
HB7: Half.
Me: What's the other half?
HB7: Austrian.
Me: Oh shit, we have so much in common. Do you speak English?
HB7: Yeah.
Me: Let's speak English then.
HB7: OK. You're...mom is Indian.
Me: No, my dad is. But you're mom is Indian.
HB7: No, also my dad. Where is yours from?
Me: Delhi. You're further south aren't you?
HB7: From Ghoa.
Me: Damn. I've always wanted to go to Ghoa. You should take me. You book the tickets and we'll fly there, OK?
HB7: Haha, OK. When?
Me: Next week.
HB7: But it's better in the Winter, because now there's rain.
Me: But we can have a monsoon wedding. Let's do that.
HB7: OK. And she can be the priest. (Points at HB6).
Me: Perfect.
More fluff talk. I constantly touch her leg for light kino. She mentions Russell Peters. I hug her.
We move under the bridge as it begins to rain. Once there, I dance the tango with her, I can't dance but whatever. I then move to a pillar and lean against it. She is now gaming me! I take out my Sex cards and ask her what she thinks of them.
Me: What do you think of these?
HB7: Ah nice (or something). It's like Kamasutra.
Me: Yeah. We're both Indian. We don't need Kamasutra.
HB7: Exactly.
Me: Shit, our sex life is going to be amazing.
HB7: Haha, yeah!
Tells me I have beautiful eyes. Constantly touching her hair.
I take her to a tree and we dance a silly bollywood dance. I then, after some time, take her to sit down by a wall, a little separated. Arm around her. Move the conversation into deeper territory. Family comes up, blabla. I play the Thumb war with her. She scratches me.
HB7: I don't want to scratch you.
Me: Don't worry, I like being scratched, if you know what I mean.
HB7: Haha, why does everything have to be about sex with you? (Shit test)
I say nothing and look into her eyes.
HB7: But do you really? You know?
Me: I don't have anything against it. I won't ask for it, but if you do it then why not?
I then go 60 Years of Challenge on her. She is literally talking most of the time. I qualify her a lot, and just sit back and look deep into her eyes.
Me: (Blatantly stolen from Mystery) You're very pretty, but beauty is common. Personality matters. What's special about you?
She qualifies.
Me: Are you spontaneous?
Tells me how being spontaneous is a big part of her life.
Me: Damn, I'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.
She laughs.
Sexual tension high.
Me: How would you feel if I kissed you right now, and be honest.
HB7: I would actually like it, but not in front of all these people, rumors spread blabla.
At this point I know I've got her, just the kiss close is so close yet so far. I could have mentioned her being spontaneous, but I forgot.
After this there was still sexual tension, just no kiss. I could have taken her to the canal in private, or to avoid this completely, gone there in the beginning. Now I know the importance of handling ASD.
Anyway, I built up so much comfort and attraction and sexual tension in 2-3 hours that yesterday we texted back and forth, roleplaying going to venice for our honeymoon and having great sex. The night ended with her texting me twice, wishing me fun. I didn't reply.
Now today, she texts me: "Have a nice journey...have fun
kiss HB7."What I did right: I was energetic and social, girls were opening me all over, IOIing me all the time. One girl who I know likes me even tried to get me with aggression, putting my arms around her with force. I had great social proof here, as a lot of them knew me and liked me. I escalated well and attracted HB7 really well, and got a lot of trust from her. Sexual tension was also good.
What could have been better: Should have been the man and taken her somewhere and kissed her, or avoided this whole thing by going somewhere completely isolated. Could have used my "spontaneous" thing.