| First off, an introduction.
I haven't posted recently because I've been working on the following project. I noticed about a week ago that I had reached 175 posts, and thought that it was enough of a milestone to warrant a compilation. I've also included some advice previously sent in private messages only that I feel warrants greater circulation.
I have not edited any of this crap, nor have I included quotes from anyone that is not me (that I am aware of). If someone feels such quotes are neccessary, feel free to edit the text and post an updated version of this document. Aslong as I'm getting all the credit, I appreciate all the help I can get. ^__^
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I'm called Monkey, and I'm new to the PUA scene. I was introduced, as many have been recently, by The Game, Style's book on the pick-up underground, and have been trying to find my own niche in Edmonton for the last week or so. I have four numbers, four kisses and a ten-minute make-out session under my belt thus far (in relation only to my sarging; previous, I've slept with ten women and made out with countless more). I've never been particularly bad with women, but I've never been particularly good either; what the community and its literature have taught me so far has been a good analysis of what has worked in the past for me. Looking back, I can see where I've fucked up with the women I've fucked up with, and gotten with the women I've gotten with, and analyze it based on PUA methods.
My own method is an amalgam of Mystery Method and Juggler Method; I'll start with some canned material if nothing situational presents itself (one of my favorites is "That tattoo/bracelet/shirt/black eye looks like it has a story behind it. Let's hear it."), and move into a more casual conversation making statements and asking questions as I feel it is appropraite. I've been sarging solo, with mixed results, and I'm looking for a decent wing in Edmonton, preferably someone who knows the basics. I've got plenty of book knowledge on the subject now; it's just a question of putting it to work more liberally.
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Absolutely! It's not that there's never something to talk about; if a girl has a great tattoo or some interesting jewelry, I'll start it off from there, but if there's nothing else going on, a good opener can be a lifesaver. And really, an opener is just to start a conversation. Whether or not seduction comes into it is secondary. In the last ten days, I've had more great conversations with people than I have in the previous three months.
So if nothing else, that's what this community has done for me. Getting past fear of approach is the most important thing anyone can do for themselves, I think.
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Of course not. But it can't be free.
People value that which they have earned. If you just offer free dinner and a movie, she will not value those things terribly much. If you tell her "If you're good, and you give me a backrub, I'll might take you to a movie," you've made a trade. She has to be good, she has to give you a backrub, or you're not going to treat her to the movie. Hell, you might even still GO to the movie, but you're not going to pay for it without getting something in return.
It doesn't need to be sex, but it has to be something. Otherwise she controls the flow of the relationship. And honestly, NO ONE should control the relationship, as it is a collaboration.
Just my two pii.
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She already knows that you are interested in talking to her; you've approached her. An SOI, even one as sincere and seemingly innocent as that, can get you blown out of a set right away if you don't have your conversational jujitsu down.
See, Sorin advocates a very good, solid technique for establishing quick rapport and immediate emotional connection. But it is risky, and it requires skills that a lot of newcommers simply don't have. To begin with, we all start with the bad routines and the canned openers; it's how we learn what works, what doesn't, and how to come up with our own stuff. If used as conversational crutches, these things will eventually kill your game, but they're a good place to start off if you're just starting out.
Anyone can introduce himself. I could walk up to a hundred people today and shake one hundred hands, and say to each of them "Hi. I'm Monkey." And each and every one of those people would remember me, because I had walked up to them and introduced myself. That takes guts all by itself. It breaks the social norm of "Don't talk to strangers," and the breaking of social norms gets people thinking.
Even with Sorin's "I like you. I'd like to get to know you," opener, what comes AFTER you've opened the set is what is really important. For one thing, I don't actually know that I like these people. I find them attractive physically, certainly, but do I like them? Not really. Not YET. And so to declare it at the beginning of a conversation would in fact be counterproductive for me. As much as I WANT to learn to like you, I don't yet, and so if I say that I do, I'll be lying. "I like you. You seem like nice people," is a line I use in way of SOI as my first relate/reward cycle. It's a line for escalation, not for opening.
To walk up to someone and state "I'd like to get to know you," at the beginning of the conversation may be more generally applicable, but it doesn't really reduce how creepy it comes off at first. If someone were to walk up to me with a gigantic smile and say "I'd like to get to know you," I'd likely walk away without saying anything. If they were to walk up to me and say "Hi, I'm Kate," I'm more likely to wait and see what they have to say.
I'm sure your method is working for you, Sorin, but it's pretty advanced for a group that seems composed mostly of newcomers to pickup. We can't be afraid to take baby steps in our paths to game-betterment. Canned openers, routines and the like are the first step on the road; you're sitting at the first crossroad waiting for everyone else to catch up.
You rabbit, you.
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Here's the thing about profiles.
No matter what you put down, eventually you're going to have to back it up. So there's no point in lying or beating around the bush. Write your profile like you would write your autobiography. Make it less like a resume and more like your personal STORY in profile form.
Then again, I avoid online dating as much as humanly possible.
People on the internet are strange.
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Alright. That's a pretty jargon-heavy way of asking the following: If I'm focusing on my target and ignoring/negging her friends, is it harder or easier to close than if I focus on her friends and utilize NLP?
I always suggest approaching your target first. Now, a lot of methods tell you that you should approach everyone except your target and play off her jealousy. Honestly, the latter is easier, but we're not in the game because it's easy, are we?
If you focus on your target, do not neg her friends. Engage her friends. Befriend her friends. Let them know that you're not a creepy serial killer out to take the target to a dark alley. But make it clear, through your body language and subtle hints, that your target is with you. If you can, have her introduce them to you; it solidifies this image in their heads. Every time they see you, they will think of you as "That guy with Debby."
That way, when you move to isolate, it won't come as a surprise. They're expecting it, and they're always alright with it if she is. In fact, you can even isolate all sneaky-sneaky, and they won't think a thing of it because she's with you.
And I never use NLP. If I had to sink to hypnotizing women to sleep with me, I'd just neuter myself and be done with it. I'm sure it's powerful, but I'm not in this for the power. I'm in this because it's a challenge and it's fun. ^_^
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So I've been trying to deal with this for a bit, but I've come to no conclusions on my own, so I'm bringing it to you guys.
I can sarge all-female sets like there's no tomorrow. In a four-set, I can be the center of attention and become the "Life of the Party," but as soon as a guy comes into the set, I get Approach Anxiety +. Normal AA I can handle, and I have been doing cold approaches for a while. But ask me to approach a mixed group, and it's worse.
I just don't know how to deal with guys. I'll actually back off a set if a guy they know enters it; I don't know what to say, don't know how to act. Quite honestly, they frighten the hell out of me. (I have a very large and healthy respect for pain, and wish to avoid it at all costs).
I think in part it's because I've always been more fomfortable talking to girls. Guys scare me. I'm not very tall, and I'm a little overweight. In a boxing ring, I'm not too bad, but I've never gotten through a street- or bar-fight on the winning side, and I'm always afraid it'll end in violence.
Another part is that The Game has become so popular, I'm afraid they'll call me on it. I've had it happen once with a girl, and regardless of the material you're using, the behavioral pattern is pretty well the same.
I'm not sure this has been a problem for anyone else, but any help would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks,
Monkey
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Juggler's stuff can kick your game to a whole new level, or it can completely kill it, depending entirely on your delivery. It's pretty advanced stuff, but if it's handled properly, and you're in a good frame for it, it is easilly the best method presently in print.
Juggler's stuff builds rapport so quickly it's frightening. It assumes attraction, which takes the pressure of performance off, and has you talking to new sets as though they were already good friends. One of his instructors, from what I've heard, walks up and hugs people as part of his approach. ^_^
And the SOI is easilly the most powerful weapon in my arsenal right now. Relate/Reward cycles are incredibly powerful, as well, and the SOI keys into that.
Where Juggler Method fails is in newb delivery. You can't just walk up and say "Hey, I love that shirt you're wearing. I think it's really sexy." Well, you can if you're in the right frame, but under normal circumstances, you shouldn't. SOIs have to be earned, and earning them requires the previous establishment of a relate/reward cycle. "That's really sexy," can have a girl making out with you in minutes, but it's part of an escalating cycle that requires decent groundwork, and the groundwork can be tricky to newcomers.
If you're interested in testing your boundries, buy his book and give it a shot. An added bonus is that it never works with canned material; it simply gives structure to a normal conversation. It comes off slick and natural, and that's always a plus in this game.
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Yeah, Mystery's still around. He's still running workshops. He's still calling himself a Venusian Artist (heh). Seems like he's thrived off the attention, really.
I like the line; it's risky, it's cocky, if it's delivered in the right frame, it can be funny. Try triangular gazing before you deliver this one, and then run the Left-eye Right-eye pattern back and forth; at the end of the ten second, look at her mouth, lick your lips, and go in.
As for websites and such, just search around for a bit. The Bristol Lair has a good website up with some basic skills and routines for perusal. Cliff's List is still an invaluable resource. Mystery still has a forum up and going, but most of what is talked about there is heavilly entrenched in his book, so you'll want to do some reading first. Other than that, just look around and see what you can find. ^_^
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Do not underestimate the discriminating nose of your target. Women are more sensative to scent than men are. At the very least, smell clean. I've been meaning to post a write-up for newbs with various hygene tips.
One of those tips is that, properly used, colognes can be powerfully attractive. Improperly used, they're as bad as body odour. If you develop reactions to heavilly perfumed soaps, deodorants and cologne, don't use them. But at the very least, smell clean.
As for the smell of sweat while dancing, we may be conscious of it, but as long as it's clean sweat, it's really no big. A female friend of mine once said it best: There's nothing as sexy as the smell of fresh sweat on a man. Consider the following: they did a study in which women were questioned regarding their emotional state after smelling various scents. One of the substances smelled was clean male sweat. After smelling the sweat, a very strong majority of the women said that they felt "Aroused." So dance it up. Just make sure you shower first.
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What Big Willie did with this move was create a purposeful misinterpretation. He treated her just like he would any other waitress in the bar. Such misinterpretations can be made just about anywhere, with, hopefully, as decent an effect.
Walk up to a girl in Wal-Mart and ask her to price check something (a toy Powerpuff Girl would be perfect, setting up the Powerpuff Girl routine for later in the sarge).
You: Hey, could you price check this for me? I'll be in the Men's section.
From there you could move on to Tyler Durden's coat move. Grab a coat from the rack and say "Hey, check this out," and start walking toward a mirror. If she starts to follow you (and she should), grab another coat of the same kind and put it on her. Then look in the mirror together. Put your arm around her. A powerful technique when used properly.
Walk up to a girl at a restaurant.
You: Could we get a refill on the coffee please? (point to your table, set down a dollar in random change and a condom and walk back to your table).
When she gives you back the condom, make like she's hitting on you. Run the Sexual Predators routine from there on in, and any other routines you want. You also have the benefit of sitting, which is unintimidating, and you can have her make an early commitment to sitting with you, a la Juggler.
You: I can't talk to you anymore.
Her: Why?
You: It's sort of intimidating, having a sexual predator hover over you. If you want to keep talking to me, you'll have to sit down.
Hell, you could even run this on the street. Have your wing call your cell phone from across the street. Answer, then hand it off to her.
You: (Horribly confused) Um... It's for you... I'll be over here.
Have your friend run some quick phone game on her to get her in frame, and then run with it when she gives you back your phone. ^__^
This could well be a whole new frontier of options for Opening.
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Don't even bother following it up. She knows what you're going to do at your house. Leave it at the funny.
You: Hey, does smoking catnip get you high?
Her: I don't know...
You: I found my roommate's secret stash. We should go back to my place and find out.
Her: Yeah, alright.
You: How were you getting home?
Her: HBObstacle was going to drive me.
You: We should let her know we'll be calling a cab, first. We don't want her to worry. ^__^
Then go tell HBObstacle that you're calling a cab for the both of you, and go.
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To cop a quote from Style, "It's not lying. It's flirting."
Canned openers can work wonders for newbies, and they can cripple you if you rely to heavilly on them. Let's face it; some guys just don't have the game they need to keep girls interested right off the bat. They need help, and canned openers can do that for them. Canned routines work the same way. In his "Moving Target" video, he manages to keep a good conversation going without relying too heavilly on routines. The only time a routine comes up is to re-start the conversation if it's failing.
And let's take a really critical look at routines for a moment.
The best routines are those that are taken directly from your life. Take a look at this essay for a method of building good routines that are taken from your life, if that's more your cuppa.
I've got nothing against canned routines and openers. I'm more likely to build a converstaion with a girl the same way I would any other conversation. But if it starts to grind down, and the energy is lagging, and I'm not at a point where I'm comfortable closing, I'll toss out my personalized Magic Spells (involving my homosexual brother), or ask her what her favorite dinosaur is, or I'll run the CUBE or S.Fields. It'll get the conversation going again, until we can think of more interesting things to say.
It's not lying. It's flirting.
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I agree; never give her your number. Especially if you're running cocky-funny. As soon as she stepped foot out of that bar, she was out of frame and, by now, has completely forgotten to call you.
Better would have been something like this:
BHItalian: So what are you doing this weekend?
Orion: Well tomorrow I'm doing such-and-such, and then Sunday you're coming for coffee with me at this-or-that-place (a place with a couch). Other than that, I'm completely free.
And if you can game four girls into a hot tub with you, then start a Massage Circle... Shocked You'd be asking us whether you should switch condoms between girls in a four-on-one orgy.
The answer to which is "Yes," by the by. Buy a big box.
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Don't fall into this trap. There is a huge difference between being the center of the party and being the party clown. You do not have to perform for anyone; it can be a great way to demonstrate value, but it can also become a crutch. It can also be a little creepy, if you overdo it. "Hey, that guy knew some great tricks, but it was weird that he came up and just started performing. Should we have given him our spare change?" You are not a circus monkey.
Instead, work on getting them to like you. Everyone. All the time. Be energetic, have interesting things to say, ask open-ended questions, and make other people feel as though they are the ones that are important to the conversation. If you can build any sort of rapport with the others in the group, you'll find your target much more pliable in your mid-game.
Don't make them your audiance. Make them your friends.
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Um... Let's clean that up a bit, shall we?
First open. Ask an opinion, or do something funny or cute to get the set's attention. Ignore your target (not something I advocate personally), and neg her if appropriate. Build group rapport until you have gained a level of acceptance at which it is possible to isolate your target.
Isolate your target. Build value. Escalate the sexuality utilizing kino and relate/reward cycles. Attempt a close.
Let's keep the order of events straight. We'd hate to confuse people.
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Ok. So value.
A pretty girl inherently believes she is worth more than you are. This is not because she's a bitch or because she's conceited; she is simply much more concerned about her own well-being than about yours. As a survival trait, we only mate with those we percieve to have value equal to, or greater than, our own. After all, anyone can sleep with an ugly geek chick, but that's not the point of this game, is it?
Creating value requires that you show her a desirable quality that the other men who've hit on her don't have. If you can do magic tricks, and no one else in the club can, you have greater value than AFC#255. You can only demonstrate this value by showing her said trick. ESP tests are much the same. If you can show her an ability no one else in the club has, you become more desirable due to your percieved value.
Value is not kept entirely to tricks, though. There are a good many things women value that have nothing to do with exotic abilities. Being fun, funny, empathetic, showing your dominance over the group (and her), and a good many other things can be used to demonstrate value, and not one of them requires knowing a single magic trick.
I don't know anything you can't find in Magic Tricks for Dummies. In fact, I only know one magic trick, and it sucks. A lot. ^_^
The CUBE is the shotgun you keep in your Big Bag of Routines. It is a simple cold-reading technique used to qualify and build rapport. If you can show that you know things about her already, she feels more comfortable allowing you to see deeper emotions and more powerful feelings. This builds deeper rapport. Here's how it works.
You: Let's play a game.
Her: Um... Ok...
You: It's an imagination game, so you don't need anything to play. Close your eyes. Alright. You're walking down the street, it's a lovely day, and off on the side of the road you see a cube. How big is your cube?
Her: Um... This big (holds up her hands).
You: Ok. What color is it?
Her: (Color).
You: Now can you see through the cube, or is it completely opaque? (Opaque being one of my favorite words)
Her: You can see through it a bit.
You: Kind of like stained glass?
Her: Yes! Exactly.
You: Ok. There's a ladder somewhere near or on your cube. Where's the ladder located?
Her: On the side.
You: Right against the side or leaning against it?
Her: Um... Leaning.
You: Ok. And there's a horse. Where is the horse in relation to the cube?
Her: Um... He he... Right on top!
So here's the translation.
The size of the cube is a rough estimation of how big her ego is.
The color is an indicator of personality.
Whether you can see through the cube determines how easy she is to "read." If it's completely see-through, she's an open book. If it's opaque, she only tells you as much as she wants you to know.
The ladder represents how easilly one can become her friend. If it's right against the side of the cube, you can say something like "It takes a lot of work to become your friend, but once someone is, they're your friend for life." If it leans, you can say "You make friends pretty easilly, but it's still a climb." For laying in the grass or sitting on top of the cube, or any other weird answer, make it up, and make it funny.
The horse can be one of two things. If it's a good time for it (and she had an answer you like) it can be her favorite sexual position. If it's a bad time, you can say "And the horse is just there because I like horses, and I think they're funny."
If I run the cube, I usually run Strawberry Fields right afterward. You can make the Cube sexual by substituting "Ego" for "Libido" and "Open book" for "Complete slut," but I find S.Fields way easier to work for this.
As I said, the CUBE demonstrates value because you "know" things about her before she's said anything. It's all truisms; it could apply to nearly anyone. Think about things like Horoscopes and how often they seem to be "right." You can interpret the answers any way you please, but it feels like you know everything about her right off the bat. DEEP rapport can follow from this, and you can usually escalate your kino or phase shift after a good execution of these techniques.
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I've run the cube on multiple girls at once (as many as four), and though it lacked intimacy, it did have the desired effect of making me the social center of the room. One of the few times I've noticed EVERYONE looking at me was when I had a table of four Danish girls laughing at one another for more than ten minutes. Then I ran S. Fields. Failed the close, but opened a set nearby and kiss-closed it based almost entirely on social proof.
I agree that you shouldn't run it on the whole set OFTEN, but when you're in the mood to entertain, go nuts with it.
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A condom, used properly (pinch the tip) is 98% effective in preventing pregnancy. There is always room for error. Extraction (pulling out before you go), is 70% effective as a method of contraception. If you're playing the numbers game, you've got about as much chance of getting a girl pregnant using the both together that you have of winning the lottery twice in a row.
And if by some freak chance you HAVE gotten her pregnant, I salute the valiance of your superior sperm!
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Movies are rough. You're expected to be quiet through them, and that can really dampen your chances of charming a girl with your wit (my weapon of choice). If you MUST watch movies, have her pick one, and you pick one, and watch hers FIRST for two reasons.
Your movie will be a horror movie to allow for kino escalation and the possibility of turning it off to do something that involves less fear. Also, fear is an aphrodesiac. I don't know why. It just is.
Second, it makes you look like you actually give a shit which movie she picked. In fact, you should always be really excited to watch the movie she picks, because "It's something I've been dying to watch but haven't had a chance!" It's a point of relation, something on which you can begin a relate-reward cycle that starts before the movies, runs through them, and escalates afterward. And if her movie sucks, you can at least look forward to watching the movie you've picked.
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Ah the Vacuum.
At it's most basic, the vacuum is uncomfortable silence. You say something (ask a question, make an open-ended statement) and wait. You look right at the person while you're waiting, because you're expecting some sort of answer. If it gets uncomfortable for you, at least you know it's working. ^__^ She'll give in eventually, and tell you what you need to know.
Her: How many women have you been with?
You: I stopped counting when I beat Charlie Sheen. Why?
Vacuum.
Her: Um... Just wondering...
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High school. Sigh. You're too young to worry about pick-up just yet. Have a couple of bad relationships, first. Get some experience under your belt. I'm not saying that pick-up's an old man's game or anything, but you definitely have to have a couple of hard knocks before going into it. If nothing else, it requires a level of maturity to keep these kinds of skills in check. I'm glad I didn't know about the scene in high school, or I'm certain I'd be a pretty fucked up individual by now. Hell, with what few skills I had back then, I ended up a pretty fucked up individual...
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I think the big problem here is the fact that you said she looked like your ex. Not a friend from college, not your old roommate, not your old boss, but your ex-girlfriend. When opening, and even moving into your first routine, never talk about your ex-girlfriends. Talk about your CURRENT girlfriends if you like (Yeah, I've got three in Sydney, and a couple in Calgary, one in Bangladesh; she's fun...), but don't relate them to your ex. Here's why.
If a girl who looks like her, moves like her and eats like her once dated you, that means that to her Doppleganger you had Value. However, the two of you are no longer together, which means one of two things: either she dumped you, decreasing your value, or you dumped her, decreasing your value. By saying she looks just like your platonic roommate ("You two could be twins! Except... My old roommate was a guy... *strange look*"), you do not place the stigma of a past breakup into her mind. Saying she looks really familiar is a great way to start too. It's Double-Take in action.
You: (walk past her and glance at her, then look away. Then look at her with a confused look on your face) You look really familiar.
Her: I don't know you.
You: I didn't say you did. But you look JUST LIKE someone I know... I just can't figure out who. Do you have a sister?
Her: Yeah.
You: Does your sister live in (place)?
Her: Um... No.
You: (Excited now!) I know! You look just like my cat! You're so cute!
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First, I find day game way easier than club game. For me, the SPAM of a club, though sexually charged, is also a lot more closed to outside interaction. You have to have a lot of energy for club game, and I'm not the energetic type. It's work for me to be that energetic for extended periods of time. Day game is a slower process. You have to take your time and savor each step. For some guys it's easier; I think all you really need to do is slow down, and keep from rushing through the steps. Get out of your own head and focus on the interaction, and you'll find the pacing a lot easier to grasp.
Second, always have a plan. Even if you memorize a bunch of canned (not neccessarilly mainstream; your own material can be canned too) openers and routines, you should have some sort of plan going in. I have a few depending entirely on how many girls there are. If there's only one girl, I walk in with something canned, listen to her response, start a conversation, introduce myself (I realize I'm supposed to wait for her to ask, but in day game it's reassuring), and start building rapport and attraction sloooooooooooowly. Have a set of steps you follow, a structure to every interaction you get into, and you will find yourself doing way better in situations like these. And remember: ex-girlfriends = bad. The only time you're allowed to talk about your ex-girlfriend is if you inform the young lady you are with "I am about to break the rules now and talk about my ex-girlfriend," which shows her that you understand this social faux pas and have purposely chosen to ignore it in this instance.
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Gift giving is part of our evolutionary make-up. It is how guys are wired to get a girl's attention. Give her something nice/thoughtful/useful/pretty and she will equate the feelings of the gift with her feelings for the giver.
Sadly, it doesn't work. I feel the urge to buy things for girls too, but now I make sure I use it as a reward, if I give into the urge at all. Usually I don't. I treat it like I treat approach anxiety; it's an annoyance, but I put up with it until it goes away.
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Any movie about the game will have fairly little to SAY about any of our techniques, short of using the Talk to the Camera approach to explain every nuance of a pick-up. Which they could do, and I could see being quite entertaining.
Here's the real good thing about such a movie: it will force us to become more creative. We'll have to find new techniques, new routines, and build a whole new set of pick-up technology. Yay! Creativity rocks.
The bad thing is that girls are going to know you're picking them up. And it's not really a bad thing. My pivot and I have had an interesting conversation about it, and we've determined that, even if you completely understand how it's working, it STILL WORKS. In fact, it works better because it becomes a "game," in name and in fact. I have a field report and a lay report I need to post at some point that will illustrate this fact more clearly, I think. I don't have access to them at the moment, but when I do, I'll post them.
Not to worry guys. If anything, this is going to be even MORE fun.
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I had a set like this on Friday. A great set, I opened well, the rest of the set left the target isolated with me, and then came back and were total bitches about it.
Exact words: "Our real friends are here, so we're going to go drink with them for a bit, kay?" really snotty and arrogant, like I'm a huge prick for striking up a conversation. The target even looked embarrassed.
Standard cock-blocking, though. In your first set, she set up the cock-block herself. Having to wait for her friends was a shit-test. You should have backed it up with something like "Great! Introduce me to your friends!" This makes you a part of the set almost instantly.
The second set was ultimately a result of not winning her friends over first. You jumped from early game straight to mid game (languages are a mid-game topic in my experience; you can help build rapport and attraction if you prove you're a quick learner, and when it comes to languages, I am. Your milage may vary), and that alerted her friends to the iminent danger you posed. Keep in mind you are a sexual predator, and girls will sense that if you give away too much of your game too soon.
As for me, I was a victim of not warming my obstacles enough as well. I really should have focused on the ugly friend instead of the hot chick. *sigh* So much to learn.
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Experience will help you internalize. It's easier to understand a situation if you have a personal reference point from which to relate it. If you look at a set later and go "Ok, that's where I went wrong," you'll find you do better the next time around. It helps to get an outsider's opinion on it too. And that's what we're here for. ^__^
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What you are asking about is called a "Statement of Interest," in Juggler Method, and its timing can be crucial. Really, it has nothing to do with what you say, but when you say it, and how.
An SOI comes as part of a relate/reward cycle. Whenever she says something you find particularly attractive, let her know. If she says something intellectual, tell her "I find intelligent women very sexy." If she says something fun, cocky, playful, wise, or whatever you find sexy in a woman, tell her you find that thing sexy. Use that exact word. Sexy is worth 25 of your next best word, and 50 of "hot."
Accompany an SOI with escalation. For instance, if she tells you a funny joke, the sequence could look like this:
HB: Funny joke.
You: Ha ha ha. You know, I find a sense of humor really sexy. Come sit with me.
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Since my most recent attempt at pickup was dashed by the target having read Style’s book and my own lack of new, personal material, I was a bit nervous. I walked into the club, chatted up the coat-check girl to get myself into a decent frame. She was nice, smiled a lot, but there was a time constraint (people coming up the stairs), so I quickly ejected. The One is “my” bar, so the bartender, Jay, poured me a glass of Lagavulin as soon as he spotted me, and one of the regular waitresses opened me about the pros and cons of various kinds of scotch. She’s a 5, but pleasant enough to talk to, and lent me social proof all night, which was kind of her.
I moved to my Perch, a lovely leather couch on a raised stage where one might survey the rest of the club, and waited. There are three of them. Mine is the one on the far right, where a table is set up for me to put my scotch down while I observe.
It was still early in the night, and I was one of perhaps ten sets (ranging from solo to ten-sets) at the bar. I enjoyed my scotch.
Scotch is not something one can enjoy with people. It is a solitary pursuit, one that requires a discerning palette and an appreciation for complexity in flavor. For those uninitiated in the enjoyment of scotch, I present to you “Monkey’s Quick-Start Guide to Scotch Appreciation.”
MONKEY’S QUICK-START GUIDE TO SCOTCH APPRECIATION
First and foremost, scotch must be appreciated on its own. It should not be mixed with anything in a bar environment, and should not be served On the Rocks. Water (what ice becomes as it melts) dilutes the flavor of the drink and provides it a strange texture. At home, you may add exactly one teaspoon of water per shot of liquor, and only so that you may better appreciate the aroma. More dilutes the scotch irreparably; less has no discernable effect.
Before you take your first sip, take the time to appreciate the aroma of the scotch. Each scotch has its own unique scent. As the vast majority of our taste sensations are actually derived from smell, you can get a better idea of which parts of the flavor come from the drink’s scent. Also, it smells good. A properly aged scotch has a pungent, spicy scent, not unlike nutmeg and cinnamon, with an underlying alcoholic aroma. Improperly aged scotch smells like alcohol mixed liberally with ass.
Take a small sip. Take the time to move the scotch around your mouth for a bit, touching each part of your tongue. Every part of your tongue experiences taste differently, so it is important to coat your entire mouth with scotch before swallowing. After you finally swallow the scotch, let the drink sit for a moment in your stomach before taking another sip. Notice and appreciate the warmth in your chest and stomach. Notice how closely those feelings relate to the sensation of apprehension and fear you first feel on approaching a new set. Scotch drinkers love that sensation.
For first-time scotch drinkers, I suggest the House Scotch, whatever the House Scotch happens to be. When you’ve grown accustomed to the taste (and the strength of the drink), upgrade to a Glenfiddich, a Glenlivet or a Lagavulin. The longer it’s aged, the better the scotch will be, so don’t be worried if you’re paying out the nose for a bottle of thirty-year-old hootch.
I’ve also recently be initiated into the world of brandy. Brandy has a very sharp spice at the tip of the tongue that evaporates into a fruity lightness as one spreads it around the mouth. I think I am quite in love with the waitress (the five previously mentioned) if for no other reason but her expansive knowledge of booze.
A five-set walks in the door. I ignore them, but I recognize that the Game is afoot. A large set of girls brings guys into the club. A full club attracts more girls. I also noticed a slightly peacocked dude sitting by himself and made a mental note that he may be on the hunt, or he may just be by himself with no one to talk to. Perhaps a cockblocker, perhaps a potential wing.
I take a walkabout. This is one of my favorite surveying techniques in a full club; just walk around bobbing to the music, all by yourself, and look at everyone you see. Make mental notes about possible sets, say hi to waitresses and bartenders, and then go back to what you were doing. I tend to stay away from sets larger than three, as I usually fly solo and trying to isolate in a group any larger can be… interesting. There are a couple of four-sets, a five set, and a bunch of guys. I’ll have to wait for a bit, but first my potential wing.
MONKEY: Are you running game tonight, or just sitting by yourself?
MYTH: Running game?
MONKEY: Trying to pick up chicks.
MYTH: Um. Well I’m new to Edmonton. I don’t really know anybody, and this is the first weekend I’ve had off in ages, and I don’t really go out to bars, and I’m from a small town…
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. If I’d known I was going to get a life-story, I wouldn’t have approached. Still, the boy proved useful if only for providing social proof. A waitress approached us, drink-tray full of shots.
SHOOTERGIRL: You guys ok here?
MYTH: I’m fine.
MONKEY: I’m doing great. How are _you_?
She sets her tray on our table and cocks her head to one side. Ah. When asking this simple question, stress the importance of the person asked, not her state. Asking “How _are_ you,” is the common stress; “How are _you_?” is much more powerful.
SHOOTERGIRL: I’m alright I guess.
MONKEY: Just alright?
SHOOTERGIRL: Yeah. I guess.
MONKEY: On a scale of one to ten, where would you say you are?
SHOOTERGIRL: About a six.
MONKEY: Really? Just a six? Must be a rough night.
SHOOTERGIRL: No, not really. Just boring.
MONKEY: What could I do for you that would make your night a ten?
SHOOTERGIRL: Um… It would involve massage oil and a backrub.
MONKEY: I can arrange that.
SHOOTERGIRL: And eggs benedict would have to be in there somewhere too.
MONKEY: I’m a great cook.
SHOOTERGIRL: And someone would have to vacuum my house, in a leopard Speedo.
MONKEY: Whoa there, girlie. Let’s not get greedy. How about my boxers?
SHOOTERGIRL: Are they leopard boxers?
MONKEY: I don’t know. Let me check. (I already know what my boxers look like, but I check anyway.) Nope, kind of stripy.
SHOOTERGIRL: Stripy?
MONKEY: Yeah. With stripes.
SHOOTERGIRL: I guess they’ll do.
MONKEY: I’m Monkey.
SHOOTERGIRL: Um… Shootergirl…
She actually said that. “Shootergirl.” And then she walked away, smiling. I knew I could have had tried better game, made myself less available, negged a bit, but I didn’t want to have to wait until three or four to close, so waitresses were off my list for the night. Besides, she was fun, and I winked at her a few minutes later.
MYTH: That was smooth.
MONKEY: (Knowing there was nothing smooth about it at all) Game at its finest. I guess you can wing for me tonight.
So we head back into the rest of the bar, and I can see it’s starting to pick up a bit. A hot three-set by the SPAM, a cute solo sitting by the dance floor, a two-set at the bar and a bunch of AFC dudes had come in, and were milling about. I sent Myth in on the three-set with the My Little Pony opener, and suggesting the “If I wasn’t gay” hook. He opens well, sidling up from ten-o’clock, and they talk for a while. Then he lets the conversation die, and they go their separate ways. He didn’t use the gay hook, but he had a nice little conversation with them, and as he’s a self-proclaimed shy guy, I figure it is progress. Every approach counts.
I approach the next set, the cute solo by the dance floor. She looked like a nine, a tiny Asian chick with red streaks in her hair. I sidled up to her, looked her in the eye, said “Hi. What’s your favorite dinosaur?” and had to high-tail it out of there. Her teeth were so disgusting I could not force myself to look at them for more than two minutes. I was nice. I was polite. I even joked with her, but there was no way I was going to number-close a girl with hideous tooth decay.
I don’t really have a lot of room to talk. I have had some trouble with dental hygiene in the past. I recently spent three thousand dollars getting my mouth fixed to a point where it’s presentable. Fourteen cavities, three extractions and a root canal later, I can actually smile at girls again. The experience has only heightened my appreciation for a pretty mouth, though, so I gave her a “it was a pleasure meeting you,” and skedaddled.
Back at the couch, with my new wing in tow, I spotted a decent two-set and set Myth after them. He didn’t want to approach anyone, though, so I went after them myself. One was an enormous young lady of girth equal to my height. The other was an HB8 with dark skin, and a lovely smile.
MONKEY: Wondering if you ladies could settle a debate for me.
GIRLS: Sure.
MONKEY: Do you guys believe that magic spells work?
GIRTH: No.
HB8: Yes.
MONKEY: (At Girth) Why not?
GIRTH: I’ve never seen any evidence.
HB8: (She leans in, establishing Kino before I’m halfway through the opener…) You have to believe in something bigger than blah, blah, blah.
MONKEY: (At Girth) I’m starting to see it her way. Blah, blah, story about my wing and some girl, blah, blah. So yeah, it’s weird. I want to tell him something to reassure him, but I don’t really know how I feel about it.
GIRTH: He’s just freaked out, is all.
HB8: (Leaning in, Kino again) I think so too. He’s just freaked out. That would be weird though, eh? Someone just walking up and saying “I cast a spell on you…” I’d be freaked out. She’s psycho.
MONKEY: So why are you guys sitting? I saw you dancing in your seats ten seconds ago.
HB8: We don’t like this song, this techno bullshit. It’s alright if you’re high, but not when you’re just drunk.
MONKEY: Agreed. I’m a hip-hop fan, myself. It makes me feel like life can still be an adventure, that there are things I haven’t done yet, and some day I will.
HB8: I LOVE hip-hop. Fifty-cent is like, God.
MONKEY: Fifty-cent?
HB8: Yeah! Fifty-cent!
MONKEY: (To GIRTH) Has she always had bad taste in hip-hop artists?
GIRTH: Yeah. She likes Eminem, too.
MONKEY: Eminem I can understand. The man can spit. But Fifty-cent’s just a marketing gimmick.
HB8: You’re kind of cute.
MONKEY: You’re kind of drunk.
I decide I’ve got strong enough rapport with the both of them that I can simultaneously cube them both. I do so, and they are both floored by my personality-reading skills. Then that new Justin Timberlake song comes on, and they both run out to dance. I head back up to the couch to talk to Myth, gain social proof, pass some time and drink my scotch. About ten minutes pass, which is apparently enough time for the girls to get tired of dancing (I’m surprised Girth lasted that long) and come up to another couch. I notice, and shift positions, re-opening by simply pointing my fingers at them and letting the conversation take over. I start in a chair, but eventually gain enough confidence to move Girth’s purse and sit between them, effectively isolating while keeping Girth occupied. I’d tried to get my new wing to help out on that accord, but he really is a shy guy and doesn’t want to. Whatever.
I chat with the both of them, fluff mostly. I look down at HB8 and see her tracing her inner elbow with her fingers.
MONKEY: Why are you tracing your elbow?
HB8: Because it feels nice. ^_^
I start tracing my fingers along the inner part of her arm. Ah.
I know, by basic instincts, that this is the time I should go for the kiss close, but I choke. She’s attracted, she’s been initiating Kino all night, we’re engaged in an activity that is specifically erotic in nature, and I choke.
So I leave the bar. It’s been a good night overall, with some strong interaction, a bit of fun touching, the meeting of a new, though as yet utterly inept, wing, and some good scotch. Maybe next week I’ll actually work up the nerve to utter those simple words: “Would you like to kiss me?”
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So one of the girls at work recently read my copy of the Game (I’d lent it to my boss, who left it at his other store), and she’s interested in seeing how and if it also works on guys. Earlier in the day, she number closes a cute guy on a bus, which is a great start, and wants to come out and try her hand a couple of club sets. We are certain that we can re-tailor a lot of the techniques used in present Game Theory to work on guys as well as girls; it’s been a learning process, and I’m quite enjoying the challenge.
I’m broke-ass, but she’s got a bottle of vodka, and I’ve got enough for mix, so we decide to meet at her house, she’ll paint my nails, we’ll get drunk and then head out to the clubs. This is my first night with nail-polish since high-school, and I have to say the results were spectacular. I keep three of my fingernails long (thumb, index and middle) and leave the other two short; the long ones are bright red, the short ones black. I was also armed with a penguin with LED lights that flash in a circle, a star that says sheriff on it, and a necklace with a fish (to open any conversation about astrology; I’m a Pisces). She put on a suit jacket and a beret, some Female War Paint and had all of her nails the same shade of red as mine. We’ll call her Mocha for reasons that become apparent later.
On the way to the club, I open a three set surrounded by guys. They’re all hot, talking amongst themselves, and ignoring every guy that walks up. Mocha has never seen me at work, so as we pass, I decide to approach, turn around and come in from 11:00. It’s a bit too steep an angle, and I can see that in their look as I approach, but I shove my hands between them and ask “What’s your first impression of these? Not the big hands, but the fancy nails.” (I took this straight out of The Game, but it’s an obscure line, and I DO have big hands. Mostly in the palms…)
HB7: They’re kind of girlie.
HB8: I think they’re awesome! (Grabbing my hand) And you have really soft hands!
HB9: Just don’t go to the wrong bars. You’ll get your ass kicked.
Monkey: I don’t intend to go to the wrong bars.
HB9: Where are you going?
Monkey: Well first I’m going to The One, and then I’m going home with you.
HB9: (Huge fit of embarrassed giggling). What makes you think I’ll let you?
Monkey: The fact that I can twist my tongue into a pretzel.
HB8: Show me! (She’s still holding my hand)
Monkey: You’ll just have to come pick me up at the One when you’re ready. (Shrug, and then point at HB7) You get to go first, I think.
Two things: 1) I later saw the HB8 at The One, without her friends. I invited her into my current set, but she looked a little embarrassed and didn’t want to join us. I couldn’t find her later to re-open. And 2) All of the guys standing around the three-set disappeared within seconds of my approach. It was a pleasure to watch, actually. It gave me butterflies.
When we get to the One, the two of us enter the next set together. She picked the target, so I was there mostly for social proof and reassurance. Again, my fingernails were the opener, and Mocha professes she thinks I’m going to get my ass kicked. She completely takes over the group, and an HB9 actually walks off the set in the presence of her superior game! I was quite impressed. While she’s talking to HD8 and HD9 (Hot Dudes) my Shootergirl walks up, smiles, hugs me, and we get to talking. She’d just turned thirty, and was hating being old, which I capitalized on saying that thirty is the new twenty and she should be out prowling for younger guys (pointing at myself; I only realized later how NLP that was – and I despise anything NLP - but it was an unconscious gesture, so I’ve forgiven myself). She seemed to agree, and then pointed out my fingernails, and my penguin. I flash brighter than the club lights when it’s dark out. ^_^ So I give her the penguin, telling her to take good care of him, but I want him back later in the night. She walks off with a posture that screams “I got a present! I got a present!” I keep that in mind for later.
Mocha has the set in complete control, so I look at her and ask if she’s seen Matt (our code for the night for “Do you want me to join the set?”). She says she last saw him at the bar (our code for “No, I’ve got this handled. Thanks for the social proof, but please go away.”) I head toward the bar checking out the social dynamic, get some social proof from Dancergirl (a young waitress I’ve befriended being a regular at the One), and look for a good set to approach. One presents itself near the dance floor, a two-set with a definite obstacle (not even a consolation prize; plain ugly), and an HB7. A very bored looking dude is sitting behind them, and they themselves look horribly bored.
Monkey: You guys look really bored!
HB7: Yeah. We’re waiting for our friends.
Monkey: Were they supposed to meet you here?
Obstacle: They’re on the dance floor.
Monkey: Why aren’t YOU on the dancefloor?
Obstacle: We were. It’s boring out there too.
Monkey: What’s your favorite dinosaur?
Obstacle: What?
Monkey: (Laughing)What’s your favorite dinosaur?
HB7: Brontosaurus!
Monkey: Brontosauruses never existed.
HB7: They did so. They were the ones with the long necks!
Monkey: Nope. They found out they’d put the wrong head on the right skeleton. The brontosaurus head was too small. It could never feed itself. The real dinosaur was a brachiosaur.
HB7: Really?
Monkey: Really. You seem nice! Let’s play a game!
The obstacle gets bored and leaves, and I start cubing the hottie. Part of what I love about the cube is how much time it takes. It seems like a really small conversation, but with enough embellishment, some flourishes and some other conversation thrown in, a good cubing can take fifteen minutes if you want it to. I was about three minutes into this one when the Obstacle came back and cock-blocked. I should have been focusing on her, and I know it, and I knew it at the time, but the HB was far more interesting than her friend.
I see Mocha is still with her set, so I scout the room for a bit, check out a few sets, talk to the waitress that knows everything about booze, and see the guy from my most recent set still sitting by himself. I decide I want back into the set (I cannot, for the life of me, remember why… I think I may have just been angry at the cock-block), so I approach.
Monkey: Where’d your friends go?
HD9: Dunno. I think they’re dancing.
Monkey: You look crazy bored, bro.
HD9: Yeah. I don’t really go out very often. Not my thing.
At this point Mocha joins me.
Mocha: Have you seen Matt around?
Monkey: Not lately. (To HD) Have you met my friend Mocha? She’s awesome!
HD9: Hi.
Mocha: Have you checked out Monkey’s fingernails yet?
HD9: I noticed them, yeah.
Mocha: Is he going to get his ass kicked later or what?
She takes over the set, I go wandering and watch their progress. She isolates him to the center couch (better would have been either of the sides; they’re darker) and their body language got really close. I had to remind her to initiate Kino (Monkey: “Hey, I just heard Kino’s coming to town!” Mocha: “I LOVE Kino!” Monkey: “Me too!”), and then later suggested a kiss close (“Hey, is Kate close?”), and then left her to her own devices.
As I wandered, I came across one of the girls from my very first set ever (She claimed to be a lesbian; I thought otherwise), and we freaked out like high-school girls and there were hugs and a kiss on the cheek. She was hanging out with her friends over there, and she was just going to get another drink.
Monkey: So who are your friends?
HBLesbian: Come with me!
There were introductions all around. The redheaded HB I recognized from my previous set with this girl, and there was beautiful, exotic dark skinned 9 I hadn’t met. There were also a bunch of guys at the table, so I decided to play this one right. I talked to the guys, mostly fluff, but excited interesting fluff (if any fluff can be called truly interesting). Then I ejected from the set, getting cheek-kisses from the girls and hand-shakes from the guys. As I went in for the exotic girl I told her she smelled delicious with a half-evil smile and walked away.
I got my penguin back from Shootergirl and went to talk to Boozegirl and Dancergirl. As a note: Putting any pin-on or magnetic jewelry on a girl means that you get to kino just under her shirt in an unobtrusive, non-frightening way. This sets up, for later, more obtrusive under-the-shirt kino. Plant the seeds, boys. Plant the seeds. Dancergirl actually makes a funny comment about how often I talk to the pretty waitresses at the bar: “People have got to be wondering ‘Who is this guy?’ we stand around and talk to him so much!” If only she knew. She got to keep the penguin for a while with the agreement that later, when I came to take him back, she’d have a good name for him.
Looking at the set with the exotic 9, I notice all of the guys are mysteriously absent. I take this as a good sign and re-open.
HBExotic: Oh my god!
Monkey: What?
HBExotic: Your nails are painted! They’re so pretty!
Monkey: Thank you.
HBExotic: (Taking my hand) Are these real?
Monkey: Last I checked.
HBExotic: And your hands are so SOFT!
Monkey: I don’t think so, not really. (In my head I’m thinking: “Was that three IOIs or four?”)
HBExotic: Here! (passing my hand to HBRedhead) Are his hands soft?
HBRedhead: Yeah! Wow. Do you use lotion or something?
Monkey: Nope. Natural softness I guess. Shrug. So where did the boys go?
HBExotic: Out for a smoke. I hate smokers.
Monkey: I don’t mind them. When we were voting for whether or not to pass a smoking bylaw in my hometown, I voted against it. It passed anyway, but I figure we should just let people do their own thing. Freedom is really important to me.
HBExotic: Even the freedom to do something that’s bad for you?
Monkey: Especially the freedom to do something that’s bad for you.
HBExotic: Where are you from? (Four? Five?)
We fluff for a little bit about home, work on some deeper rapport until we’re talking about my stint with alcoholism (and how I beat it; I can even drink occasionally without worrying too badly about a relapse), about her situation with her S.O., with whom she knows its over but he keeps thinking it’s not (Five; it’s got to be five). She’s a hand-talker, and I call her on it, grabbing her hand and not letting it go. She starts talking with the other hand, so I grab that one too. Yay kino! Mocha comes by and offers a bit of social proof, but I’ve got the situation well in hand for now. The guys and HBLesbian show up, and it turns out the guy HBExotic is with is FIFTY YEARS OLD! So I mock her mercilessly about dating old men, and tell her she should run away with a younger man (again, subconscious pointing at myself). I attempt to isolate, asking her if she wants to sit somewhere a little less noisy. She speaks up instead. So we talk for some more about where she’s from (India; I’ve never been with an Indian before…), about food and cooking, about her boyfriend’s extreme age, and how he does NOT fit in at the One. And when we’ve built enough rapport, I again go to isolate, this time using her friends for some subtle peer pressure.
Monkey: You guys are all so LOUD. Do you mind if I steal your friend for a bit?
HBLesbian: Nooooooooooo! You have to stay here with us! (To HBExotic) Isn’t he funny?!? I LOVE him!
Monkey: (to HBLesbian, cocky-funny in a horrible Spanish accent) Run away with me. Come to my mountain retreat and make babies with me. We will make BEAUTIFUL babies.
HBLesbian: Hehehehehe!
So one more time, I go back to building rapport. I escalate the kino, caressing the backs of her hands, and her shoulders. I lean in sideways when she’s talking to me. I run my fingers through her hair. I build so much rapport I should have my own talk show! I can’t go for the kiss close, because her S.O. is sitting right there. I can’t try for a full close until I’ve ensured the kiss close. I can’t isolate because she really doesn’t want to be isolated (Why!?! Someone help me out on this one! What did I do wrong here?). So I try and work for a meet instead. She has a girl’s night out in two weeks, at the One, and she invites me to come along. I agree, and think about number closing, and also think about how this crazy fifty-year-old dude is living with her, so I forget about it.
Mocha kiss-closed her boring guy a little later, and we left the club.
And this is where the story gets more interesting. See "Something Completely Different" in the Lay Reports section for details.
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This is a continuation of my post in the Field Reports section "Failure to Isolate." It is also the post I promised in the Lounge about how girls knowing their own game makes the whole thing more fun. Enjoy.
Mocha’s hot, and I’d run some game on her before she’d picked up the book. I’d made an offhand comment about negging a customer where we both work, and she mentioned she’d been reading the book as well, and it was a good move. So we started talking about game, and how I was sure it could be made to work on men as well as women. She was skeptical at first, but I assured her: give it a try, work out a few of the kinks, and we’ll come up with a method for it. Mocha Method!
So at the club, she kiss closes the boring guy and opens one more set before we leave. She uses my fingernails as her opener, which works wonderfully because I’ve just come off my set and I walk up to provide her some social proof. She points enthusiastically at my nails, makes a funny demeaning comment about them, and tells me Matt was hanging out by the men’s bathroom. I have to collect my penguin from Dancergirl regardless, so I head over that way, and get a bit of a rush putting my hand down her shirt to collect my trinket. She calls him “Wheezy,” which I feel is a perfect name for a penguin, and I make fun of the skin-covering shirt she’s wearing. She wears this skimpy black dress all night, and when it comes time for drunken guys to come over and hit on her, she covers herself right up. She laughs and I take off.
I meet Mocha at the coat check and she tells me about how one of the guys in her last set was actually yelling at her for being too tall. I told her next time some guy does that she should neg the shit out of him. It’s the equivalent of a shit-test, a dominance establishing behavior that can be easily worked against him with some judicious AMOGing. “Awwww. Are you afraid I’m going to see your bald spot?”
So we head back to her place for the debriefing, laughing about our respective stories in the field. She approached four sets, I approached five, including the set we approached together and the dude I opened for her. All of them were good stories, and we’d had a good time.
We got back to her place and I was introduced to her roommate, and her roommate’s friend. Her roommate has very short hair, the result of a recent dreadlock removal. Her roommate’s friend has a mustache that looks like something out of a bad cartoon western. We sat on the couch, drank more vodka, talked game, and made fun of each other for nearly an hour. Then her roommate and her roommate’s friend disappeared into her room leaving Mocha and I to talk by ourselves.
I can’t be sure when exactly it happened, but we’d been talking game for a while when I finally stated the obvious. Yay direct game!
Monkey: You realize we’re probably going to end up sleeping together right?
Mocha: You actually beat me to stating the obvious. I hate you.
Monkey: We’ve been gaming each other all night. It’s just a question of who is going to give in first.
Mocha: It’s so much more fun when your opponent knows the game, isn’t it?
And it IS! We spent two hours gaming one another, making moves like chess players. I was sitting in completely alpha posture, and called me on it. She was sitting completely open and facing, so I called her on that. I was still in frame, so whenever I said something of sexual weight, I’d kino. Her exact words: “Don’t kino me,” which, far from negating the sexual tension, in fact INCREASED it. She told a sexual story, I accused her of escalating the rapport. I broke the rules and told her when I was doing it (“I’m going to break the most important rule of late-game attraction now, and talk about my ex-girlfriend!”)She knew I was gaming her. I knew she was gaming me, and neither of us wanted to be the first to supplicate.
In the end, it’s me. I break first, I freely admit it. There’s no kino escalation (she told me not to, and I got very self-conscious about it); I just move in and kissed her. The result was almost instantaneous. All of the sexual tension breaks, and we attack one another on the couch until it becomes clear that clothes are going to be coming off. We go to her bedroom, fuck like rabbits in heat, and sit up chatting all night. Five, maybe six times, we went at each other; neither of us slept. There were backrubs involved as well… In the late morning we finally decided to call it quits and have some breakfast. Next time I’m staying at her house I’m bringing corn flakes and milk (all she had were protein drinks that tasted like chocolate with the consistency of charcoal).
We go out for coffee, both of us bragging about our sets last night, and talking about how we were going to deal with the issue of “office romance.” We agree on a seven-night stand, and simply not telling anyone about it.
I get caught up in talking about one of my sets (I was having difficulty figuring out where I went wrong with HBExotic), and I’m talking with my hands. I always talk with my hands. I insist I did everything right with the girl, I was perfectly smooth and everything was great except the isolation. Then I spill my coffee all over Mocha (hence her new name as a player) and she makes fun of me mercilessly until we decide to part and get some sleep.
So there we are. I didn’t close a single set, but I did end up full-closing my pivot. It was a strange weekend…
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This is my first attempt to catalogue my own personal method, the method that's been working for me. There are some on the forum I think this may be a great help to (Dorian, I'm looking at you...). Others may not. Pick and choose
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I am kind of shocked that I read that all. Keep up the posting Monkey, respect. I agree with you on mixing styles of Juggler and Mystery. I think i'm reading too much now, and not performing. 
Thanks for making me feel like crap in a good motivational way 
