| I walked into the pub with Brad. It was getting on for nine o' clock. The night was categorically young and the place was less than packed. Open and low volume, this location was perfect for warming up before we hit the club.
As a rule, I always do a bunch of bar or pub sets before I hit the club, because it gets my energy levels high. If I can close before I even reach the club, that's perfect.
I was in Croydon; I'd been staying with R.G. in central London for the last few days and Brad, who lives in Croydon, wanted to sarge with me before I went back home. R.G. and I had been sarging pretty much non stop for two days, both night and day game; coffee shops, street, clubs, bars; I had never been more in state.
Brad got us a couple of cokes (I don't drink when I go out) and we planted them on a table. I had just bought a load of kids sweets from a nearby shop and was cracking open a pack of apple sour MAOAMS (I have seen my demise, and it is spelt M-A-O-A-M). I looked over my shoulder at the room. There were a few sets, but one caught my eye.
It was a seated two set; low energy, maybe even a little closed off and both girls intimidated me a little bit. Both were dark haired; one dark skinned, the other decidedly dark eyed; she was my target. She glistened a little, a big red arrow above her head, bobbing up and down, pointing at her. Her cardigan said 'look after me', whereas the leather jacket draped over the chair said 'destroy me'.
I turned and strided over to them. When I approach these days, I don't do the Mystery Method style over the shoulder body language; I prefer to totally unapologetically get into their space and command them to pay attention to me. I slammed two sour MAOAMS down on the table in front of them.
"Do these seem sour to you?"
A pause; they look at eachother.
"You have to eat them... you can't tell just by touching them."
They eat. My target sports a discerning look.
"Yeah, they are, sort of."
I don't remember what happened next. We exchanged a few more words and I walked around the back of my target, and motioned for her to move her stuff off the seat next to her, so I could sit down. I told them that I was in London and that I loved the energy, and found that the people were very friendly. They opened up effortlessly. I began focusing a little more on my target, and the obstacle said she was going for a smoke; at this point my target experienced a little guilt and protested, but the obstacle, in this case, was very reasonable and said not to worry about it.
We connected very well. One thing R.G. has taught me is the power of compliments; once attraction is built and IOIs are present, compliments become like an escalation ladder towards very open, direct statements of interest, for her as well as you. If you compliment her, she feels comfortable in the doing the same, and you can reward her for expressing interest. We shared some commonalities; I'm a musician, and she played guitar and sang, in her own time, for her own artistic purposes. This is immediate rapport, because we're both creative and expressive via the same medium.
Eventually, Brad came over to wing me. We all sat together for what must have been approaching an hour. At some point, I took the girl's phone off her and called myself from her phone, so I would have her number. I didn't ask permission. This is my new way of closing; I just assume that she would be okay with it, which is usually the case; girls have dozens upon dozens of absurd reasons for not giving you her number, even if she likes you. If the IOIs are consistent and you're openly admitting that you're into eachother, don't give her the choice; just tell her to give you her phone, and call yourself from it.
I set up the idea of a day 2 there and then, saying I would have some spare time on Saturday. She said she wanted to jam. Her eyes glistened with a sort of embarassed anticipation; she was clearly reluctant to show vulnerability, but I had managed to tease it out of her.
Just before we left, she actually said to us that it was supposed to be a night for just her and her friend before Uni started again. She had took an hour out of their night to talk to me. I felt honoured as we exited and met Brad's friend on the street. We headed to the club; Tiger Tiger.
Tiger Tiger has two floors, ground and first. The ground floor is just a bar. The first floor has several rooms and goes in a big loop; if you kept walking, you'd find yourself back where you started.
It's also perfect for sarging.
As I walked up the steps, I spotted a two set sat on a couch. I made eye contact with the target (brunette, tanned, striped suit jacket, healthy mix of cute and hot) and waved to her, smiling. She smiled and waved back. We got drinks, and I went straight back around the corner and opened the set:
"When does this place pick up?"
Again, my stride was dominating and unapologetic, my tone strong, eye contact unfaltering. They were definitely going to talk to me, they had no choice.
We exchanged a few words, and I told them that if we were going to talk, I was going to grab a seat, so I did.
My target was a 3D artist, soon to head off to Uni. She was quite terrible with eye contact. We had a thumb war (she lost), and I asked her if she was that aggressive in bed. She laughed. Whenever she blushed, I pointed it out. If you can embarass a girl, in a playful, none humiliating way, it breeds attraction. I threw a few compliments out there. My body language in set is always dominating and alpha. I cross my legs with a big gap between them, so my ankle is resting on my knee; this stance is a demonstration of sexual dominance. I told them that I was more like the omega male than the alpha or the beta. I told my target that she was probably more like the alpha female, even though she didn't know it.
My target told me that she liked me and that I was edgy. She liked edgy. She said this just after I'd made an innapropriate and/or marginally insulting comment, but I can't remember what I said. I called myself from her phone and gave her a hug and a cheek kiss, before bounding off to find my friends again. My energy levels were very high.
I opened a seated 5/6 set just for the challenge with my Prince opener.
"Do you guys like Prince?"
Ha.
Brad asked me to open this one particular two set that had a girl in it that intimidated him very much, so that it would motivate him to get himself in gear. I agreed, but I used social proof from another set first, opening a 4 set near the bar by complimenting the lowest value girl. I told her I liked her heels and that they made her legs look long. The whole set was staring at me, wondering what I'd said to her, so I opened them, too. They were a little unresponsive and I don't think they could hear me very well, but they were only for social proof anyway.
I went back to Brad for a moment, then turned and headed towards the set he'd picked out, pointing at him as I walked. They both liked Prince.
Within ten minutes, they were telling me that they felt like they'd known me since they were like, seventeen. My target actually became the other girl in the set; Brad's girl had incredible cleavage, blonde and short; my girl was taller, a brunette, with a nose piercing and an air of sophistication. When I closer her, Brad's target said to me:
"Put Amy AND Sarah..."
Adorable.
Brad's target kept slapping my ass and tickling me as she walked past all night. Cheeky.
After this set, I was approached by a tallish man with short hair and a low cut jumper on. He asked me if my name began with A, then asked if I were a PUA. He told me my moves had given me away. We exchanged numbers.
I will write up the rest of this night at a later date. Enjoy for now.
Sky
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