So after the wonderful 23 hours with my Mother I decided I wanted to make it a fun night out on the town and hopefully try some pickup techniques to assess my current performance. So I’m trying to think of a way to structure this report that appeals to my sense of organization and structure rather than creativity so that these field reports can be dispensed quickly and with least effort. I know I’m a bore and creative writing can be so lengthy sometimes. Anybody have any suggestions or templates for this already in use?
Well, I didn’t drink, that’s a plus. Okay I'll be honest, I had a jack and coke, which I spilled all over the floor in front of this female and her friend (embarassing), but I recovered smoothly (actually I didn’t, but I think my target was already inebriated so ignored my ineptitude). The last drink I had was a Dos Equis, which helped keep my throat moist during the long 3-set that occurred next. So I approached the 3-set innocuously from an angle. I saw them chatting, but thought you now what the hell, why not. Just like in Prophet’s recent post about women wanting to be opened - it was obvious in this situation they wanted to talk to someone interesting and who didn’t set off their predatory alarms. Because of this, my opener really didn’t matter so much as my body language and mannerisms. I think my opener was something like, "Hey, would you all mind if I sit down. [Surprised stares, now Disarm] Yes, I know my hats a bit eccentric, I kinda look like a black Jason Mraz [Only one giggle from a mystery lady on the left whose back was turned to me upon approach]." Yes, I'm black, and yes I was wearing one of those fedora hats that I think look absolutely ridiculous. I thought I'd try it as a form of peacocking and, astonishingly, it was very well received throughout the night.
I sat down right between the target and her hotter friend (mystery women on the left). Initially when I sat down I thought I wanted to talk to the light complexion soul sister (I’ll give her a Black 7), but as I turned my gaze to the left I saw her obviously more attractive afro-asian friend (Black 9). So, intially I looked at this chick and thought fuck, I don’t even want to talk with her friend anymore, but then thought I could use this to my advantage. So I ignored the more attractive one and continued into conversation with her friend. It is worth mentioning that there was another girl at the table who was by far the least attractive (fat, black 2) and definitely would have been an obstacle if these women weren’t so anxious for conversation. I began a slight cold reading routine, where I told her that I could tell she was an artist, and she gave me this look of complete astonishment - a healthy dose of “chick crack.” I then continued to feed the addiction by reading her palms (which I know I did horribly), I just tied it back into what I already knew about her, she was an artist that worked with her hands, perhaps pottery or sculpting, "Her: Oh my god, yea I’m a sculptor. Me: Beautiful!” She then turned to her friend (fat, black 2) who then whispered a few words in her ear and they laughed and continued on in their conversation. I could never figure out what they were really talking about, I figured it had something to do with me, but I didn’t really care.
So I’m twiddling my thumbs for a moment, when I realize the black 9 is not talking with her friends and is gazing at me in intense anticipation. Yes, here it is, so I open with a mundane, boring, and pathetic cliche. “Me: Sooo, do you go to school at NMSU. Her: Yea, we both do [pointing to fat, black 2]. She goes to school in Chicago.” I then try redoing the palm reading routine on her, but when I grab her hand, I remember that I have exactlly no idea how to read palms yet. So my mind is wandering and suddenly I blurt out, "Wow are you some kind of hand model or face model. Her: What?! Me: You have great complexion and your smile is asthetically beautiful, perfect symmetry. Her: [falling into my ingenious plot] No, but why a hand or face model, I couldn’t be fashion model? Me: No, most models have a thinner face and more prominent cheek and jawbones... [Pause, as she begins to pull away] But, your face has those same features, but is more full - kind of like a cherub. You seem like a far more approachable girl that might actually have a personality. [She is smiling] Do you have a personality? I mean, beauty is common, but what’s rare is a great energy and positive outlook. What makes you so different from other beautiful women? [A paraphrase from a Mystery field report, used in Game].”
We talk for a while about her dreams, which I cannot for the life of me remember. I do remember her mentioning Majoring in Finance and wanting to use that to open up doors, but I can’t remember in what. I then go on to complement her on the aesthetics of her smile and then try to elicit value using an assertive statement and gauging her response. “You are a gorgeous black women!” She gave me that picturesque smile once again. “Her: Wow, how did you know that. Nobody can ever tell.” [She did not appear to be black, she looked Asian] I told her briefly about the history of African and Asian miscegenation and that from this afro-asiatic cultures such as the Cambodians and Philippines have strong negroidal features such as a wider nose, fuller face, and of course a [emphasis here] more voluptuous figure. [She smiled again, and then I think I said something about braces, which sparked into another story... blah blah] Now, her friend (black 7) turns back again realizing that she’s been missing the conversation. I talk with her about Chicago for a few more minutes, her art and what kind of music she listens to - more droning sounds. I kept thinking just stare at her forehead until you figure out which way to direct the conversation next. She finally turned back to her friend to continue their chat. Okay, back to the target. As we continue talking my friends [there were 4 of us there that night] tell me that they want to bounce to another spot. So I’m thinking of how I can get the number-close before leaving or try to convince the girls to head to the next club with us. She said they weren’t dressed for the club so I took that as a stealthy way to catch a glance at her figure. I tell her to stand up and let me see why they’re not dressed for the club. She stands up and says, “See look at these tights I’m wearing that’s not clubbing attire.” I’m thinking, okay stop staring at her perfectly toned figure. Shit, my eyes are still affixed, okay, disarm it with some humor so they don’t catch wind. “Neg: Wow, nice shoes, you look like peter pan." [Smiles and giggles from the table]. She was wearing some ankle boots that reminded me of the ones that Robin Hood or Peter Pan wore, it was even funnier that she had these on with tights.
Okay, so here is the moment of truth. The moment when all of the bullshit I was using would hopefully result in a number-close (yes, I know the actual climax might be when me and her are about to do the “dirty dirty,” but I’m not there yet - small obtainable goals first). I can’t recall the exact lines I used to close, but I remember I tried to lead her into getting the number by asking how we could continue this conversation. That’s when she gave me the boyfriend line. Fair enough, so I tried to cajole her into giving it to me under the guise of networking (she wants to be in finance, I’ve worked at a bank). But, still a no-go. God, this sucks, I’m gasping for air right now. I’ve got to do something. That’s when I remembered the friend, maybe I can get the number from her still. At the time, I didn’t think about the fact that maybe she didn’t want to give her number out in front of her friends (if she had a boyfriend) or she thought that maybe her friend showed interest first so she didn’t want to reciprocate. She definitely looked like she got most of the attention in the group and has probably unintentionally taken guys away from her friends. So, I start chatting up the black 7 and although she was reluctant to give me her number she told me to giver her mine. I would have been let down by this, if it hadn’t been so obvious that she would like to give me her number, but didn’t want to seem weak in front of her friends. So she hands me the phone and of course I put my number in and before giving it back to her call myself. I told her I did and she tried to act surprised, which I thought was cute. So that’s it, we parted ways, and I ended up texting her later on that night to see if they wanted to grab a late-night breakfast, but they were already heading home. Unfortunately this situation took a complete 180 that I didn’t intend. At least I number-closed on my initial target
I have some ideas on what I could have done better (in the next paragraph), but would like to know what suggestions PUA community might have for me. And yes, I’m going to call her friend and see if somehow I can finagle my way into getting the black 9’s number.
Key Takeaways:
1. Pick your target wisely. If you get into a situation where you find someone in the group more attractive than your target, then you failed to assess the set correctly.
2. Isolate the target. I should have tried to isolate the black 9, instead of putting her on the spot in front of her friends. The IOIs were there I just messed up the execution.
3. I should have entertained the whole table with more inclusive routines. It may have been easier to convince the friends to join my group at the other club, if they all felt the rapport (specifically the fat, black 2).Since this is my first PUA attempt I didn’t have much scripted material under my belt, but I hope to change that in the near future.
P.S. I use the black to refer to their hair color (although they were all black or African American rather). I also don’t really think of women in numbers that well. Although the women I found least attractive I categorized as fat, black 2 I don’t think of women in such chauvinistic categories. I judged her by my level of attraction to her, nothing else.
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