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I havent posted here in quite a while for the simple reason that I dont post unless it contributes to common knowledge and/or I have a problem with something.
Right now I have a problem with my PUA autopilot always being on.
A while ago I decided to reduce my number of F-closes for reasons that are my own. (People who know me may know what I am talking about.)
Anyways, Halloween, I had no time to make my usual awesome costume so I just put together a little something from whatever I could find at the local supermarket. Nothing special.
So I head off to the party and I am supposed to meet up with a friend there and I am peacefully chilling in the subway when I get a SMS from a girl I think that I have met before but havent the faintest idea why I know. Basically when you have been in extreme numbers of sets you start forgetting who you have gamed and why and also who is who so they kinda merge together. This was the case, the girl could be one out of two people that I have gamed before (or maybe the two are one and the same, I cannot remember). Anyways, she asked if something was going on so I gave her the adress to the party and told her to come (she would bring female friends).
Naturally as soon as I enter the bar/club/venue, my PUA instincts take over and I feel myself walking straighter, looking confident, my steps slow to a lazy pace and Im just owning the room. I know quite a few of the regulars but I have been keeping other company so as soon as I enter I go around greeting people and talking outfits and whatnot (that is social proofing for the newbies). Without thinking about it I feel myself noting where and what the sets are and how I would approach them, but I am waiting for my friend so I dont, I just chill with a beer.
Suddenly someone I have completely forgot (girl) come up to me and wanna take pictures with me and other people of whom I recognize one, the probably-boyfriend, since I know (think I know) the probably-boyfriend I spend some time talking to the set. After the photoshoot I keep talking to a woman in a devilsmask and slutty looking pieces of cloth that should look like some kind of dress. It appears that it is her first halloween ever since she is not from a halloween celebrating country, and it shows, her mask looks like the offspring of a SPAM-mask and a gimp-mask. Anyways I find my friend and we have a few beers and suddenly I get approached by the girl who sent me the SMS. The funny thing is that I still cant remember if she is one of the ones I liked or if she was one of the ones on my do not touch list.
Anyways, she is hot enough and I am getting drunk(ish) so whatever, dancing drinking and carousing like there is no tomorrow. Getting compliments on my halloween gear (which truly sucked) from random girls who I may or may not know. The men however seem friendly yet unimpressed. That is, until the big event... The prize for best costume.
I won last year do I didnt wanna participate, especially since my costume suck but a few girls talk me into it and I enter the stage. I know the guy running the competition so he just brings me up as the last bonus entry. I enter the stage and look out over my crowd of minions, a faraway macho look in the eyes and I raise a hand to greet the crowd. To my big surprise it goes wild! There are shouts of approval from the girls and a few men join in but who cares, the voices of the men fade as they realize that their potential dates cheer for some random asshole in a silly looking costume. Anyways long story short, I come third and no prize but who cares.
The funny thing is, the social balance of the venue has shifted, completely. Suddenly I am surrounded by girls wanting photos and wanting to chat or dance or compliment or whatever. The change in the guys is even more interesting, they now all officially hate me. Apart from my friends. One guy starts referring to me as a girl and starts mockingly hitting on me (yes my costume was a bit girly) indicating that he is trying to ridicule me. Needless to say, I need about 1% of my AMOG skills to get rid of him. I hit the dancefloor and as I dance with the unknown mystery SMS girl I feel someone pinching my ass. Quick look and there are only girls behind me, awesome.
Anyway I chat with the SMSgirl, enduring her boring pointless conversations about her paintings and offering bullshit comments on the true nature of art mixed in with some baits and hooks and shit like that, easily dominating the conversation.
In the end of the night I feel like, ok whatever, I just wanna chill and go to bed so I am on my way when the SMS girls come up to me and start chatting.
Bla bla bla bla
SMSgirl: Hmmm I really dont wanna go all the way back home again.
Ezo: Ah, well that sucks.
SMSgirl: I am even considering renting a hotelroom.
Ezo: mmmm hotels
SMSgirl: Unless one of my friends would let me stay over of course.
I shit you not, these eyes can sure beg.
Exo: Ooooook, allright, I guess I have a couch....
SMSgirl: Really, ok awesome great Ill just stay at your place then.
So I cant say no.
I find my friend and tell him, hey I think Ill have a roomie for the night...
Him: Awesome, great.
Me: Eeer, not really I am not sure about this one but I cant say no.
Him: Still awesome.
Me: Yeah maybe but Im not even sure there is gonna be any "fun", not sure i wanna and not sure I got any protection.
Him: Here have a rubber
Me: Thanks
We get to my place and she wants to chat and whatnot but I am getting bored. So I resort to the only thing that entertains me, kino escalation.
While I am bullshitting about circulation and bloodflow I start my massage routine and her dress is soon more revealing than before. Then it happens:
SMSgirl: Would you mind wahing your hands.
Ezo: What???
SMSgirl: Yes they are sweaty.
Ezo: Yes thats because I was just rubbing your feet.
SMSgirl: Just wash them.
So I wash.
Then I decide, she is waaay to annoying to sleep in my bed so I fold out the couch for her to sleep on (it is a bedsofa) and We get in bed. Suddenly she is like, eh, are these the same pants you wore outside?
Ezo: Yes.
SMSgirl: Would you mind changing, you got outside germs on them.
Ezo: Seriously?
SMSgirl: Yes and wash your hands after you touch them.
I am getting aggrevated.
Long story short, I got fed up with her fear of bacteria and I locked myself in my bedroom leaving her to sleep. I couldnt imagine myself having any kind of sexual relations with her since I would have to sterilize my penis every time I pulled out.
So In the morning I chase her out and think that well that sucked.
Until today...
Today she calls me and wanna hang out. Im like eeer, sure whatever. At the same time, like five minutes before, I get a facebook notification from another girl (SPAM-gimp-mask girl) who are totally complimenting me and shit.
So we start the chat and she is asking all the girly compatibility questions about like starsign and shit. I answer truthfully as always and she just loves everything I say. I upload all the pics I took from the party and it just happens to be a picture of her. She sees that and gets totally moved and full of joy-joy feelings. I have to log out or risk getting diabetes. As far as I remembered, last thing I saw of her was at the party where I just left in the middle of a conversation because I found something more interesting to do with a promise to talk to her later which I didnt do.
What I am not getting here is that both of the two girls who I now label stalkers (since they are incredibly on) were girls I left out of disinterest. They were ok girls, just not interesting enough but I wasnt especially nice to them, just normal and the way I left them was just clearly, you are not good enough to keep me interested, I put you in the no or maybe pile.
And they still stalk me!
What am I not getting here?
Did I just build so much social proof and showed so much dominance that that was enough for a huge attraction spike?
Perplexed
Ezo
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I'm not trying to be a dick Ezo, but you're being a Pick Up Snob in my opinion.
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