Okay guys, this is actually pretty hillarious...
"The Rules"? Yeah, we all know all kinds of rules, some make more, some make less sense, but what I´m talking about is something else. Some of the american members of the PU-community might already know what I´m talking about and are already grinning knowingly...
Here´s what happened to me recently:
Two weeks ago, on a Saturday night at my fav bar I stand outside having a cigarette and casually approach a 3 set. An AFC, a friendly chubby chick and a gorgeous blonde bombshell. We have a nice humorous conversation, they all like me and especially the blonde gives me major IOIs.
Some time later, inside the club, I´m gaming some other cute chicks, but not with any serious agenda. Just flirting and having a good time. The 3 set is in the back dancing I join them dance around and do the "It´s not my fault that you´re so hot, I can´t help touching you!"- thing on the blonde. Super offensive kino from the first touch, the HB is completely flashed by this enjoys it immensly, I don´t take my hands off her body for the rest of the evening. Kiss close, Number close, could have (or better should have) taken her home that night, but never mind.
Fast forward: Sexting her on Monday, first date on Tuesday. Girl´s supersweet, very calm and composed. Very successful at her job, very smart for her young age (25), a mind equalling her stunning looks. She´s from another city (just a half hour drive) and has to work in the morning but still stays at my place overnight. The sex is absolutely wonderful. We arrange a date for next Friday in the morning...
Next day I accidentally send a text message that was meant for another girl I´m fucking to her. She´s irritated, so I tell her I´ll send her a facebook-message later on. I intended to give her my standard "Listen Honeypot, I play by my own rules and I live in an open relationship with myself and anyone who can deal with that"-speech on our Friday-date, but have to do it via messaging now. Because of my texting fuckup. She doesn´t answer until the next morning. By the tone of her answer I can tell she´s somewhat shocked. Actually it looked like "game over", but a few hours later she sends another message saying "That was a lot of theory, I think I have to see what that looks like in real life". And here it starts to get interesting!
In the same message she calls off the date on Friday, due to "unforseen events" and tells me I can come to her town Thursday the following week to see her and that I should come up with a cool location for the date, knowing that I have never been to her town. Normally I wouldn´t accept that kind of thing, but after a lot of thinking and consulting with some of the better PUAs in my town I decide to play along. I figure "Okay, this is a sweet and tender girl that was genuinely shaken by me revealing my player-mindset and still chose to go for it, so let´s meet her demands because the poor thing obviously needs some comfort here". But then again I´m thinking: Look at this! Aren´t women amazing creatures. She got me on my toes here, got me to break my own rules and make me the one who´s investing. Chicks are so good at this shit naturally aren´t they? But intentional or not I have to give her credit for her behavior. "Well played, little girl" I think to myself...
So I don´t contact her until Thursaday morning. I call her to tell her to come to the gardens in front of the local castle in her town. I arranged a nice picnic: variety of french cheeses and bread, grapes and a superb bottle of red wine. She appears, acts a bit reserved in the beginning but loosens up over time. We have a great time. After that cocktails in a nice bar until midnight (that I made her pay of course) and then to her place. Another night of amazing, deeply emotional sex. Next day she decides to go to work late so we can have a relaxed breakfast and walks me to the trainstation. But I notice that the sweet girlie is throwing shit tests at me all of a sudden. Not the bad kind, very funny and playful and I actually enjoy her revealing that other side of her personality and answer with little negs. She also tells me before I leave that she´ll be coming to my fav bar with some friends tonight and I´m like "oh sweet, then I´ll see you tonight". "Yes you will she says". She knows that I´m there every Friday and Saturday night. We part with a long passionate kiss.
Same day, an hour before midnight. She arrives with the chubby friend I met the night I picked her up (that greets me with a friendly hug) and another rather hot blonde and her total beta boyfriend. My HB greets me in a surprisingly cold manner and her blonde friend lets me feel her disapproval from the first handshake on. I get the weird vibe that I´m not wanted among them, so as we go to the bar I ask her "Do you guys want to be among yourselves tonight?" She answers me that the blond chicks boyfriend(toy) is waiting for midnight cause it´s his birthday tomorrow. I say that´s nice but not the answer to my question. "oh no it´s okay if you join us" she says. "Okay then later then maybe" I say and join my friends for a while. I joined them several times that night and every single time that arrogant blonde chick bombarded me with shit tests, but those of the agressive, rude kind, acting ultra arrogant and dismissive while my HB blew me out almost completely. She did answer in a friendly and nice way whenever I´d adress her, but would turn her back to me as soon as she finished answering. That cold blooded little minx was running BAD game on me. But she was really overdoing the push-pull stuff she was pulling off. it was all too obvious. She was obviously playing by "THE RULES", figured a guy like me would be the perfect guniea-pig I guess, but this evening showed she is not good at the game yet. I was as put off by her lack of style as much as I´m still amused by what went on.
"THE RULES"
Remember how I thought "well played" when she called off the date the week before and made me invest in her by coming to her and all that shit? The morning I woke up in her bed next to her, after fucking once more, as she went to the bathroom I noticed a book under her bed. An american paperback issue simply titled "THE RULES", written by two women. Looked at the backcover and read: (something along the lines of) "The absolute must read for every woman, most comprehensive guide to how to find, attract and keep the man of your dreams and reach the ultimate goal: Marriage! As soon as possible! (LOOOOOL!!!) To a man you love and who loves you more then you love him!"
I opened the book and just read through the titles of the chapters. Guys it was nothing else then pickup for women. All the basic principles and concepts of our art, just that they named them differently. From "never call first", over "don´t ever answer calls or texts right away" to "keep him guessing", "freeze him out" to "give him challenges and make him invest into you". That and anything else you guys know and apply when gaming chicks. Virtually every tool of our trade, adapted for women to use on us. So I was not surprised by the overdone mega-shit test-freeze out + supercockblock bitch girlfriend -combo she hurled at me just 12 hours after screaming out in extasy with my dick inside her.
What can I say my brothers? Wanna play the player babe? Challenge accepted, what else?
I do realize this could be posted as a field report, but I do believe that I stumbled upon a new concept here that I haven´t seen discussed here yet. Any opinions on this "turning the game against us" shit?
Oh! I have to mention one of the rules to you guys. One that made me scream laughing and showed all too clearly that this "the rules" version of pickup is truly meant for women:
RULE 27: Do not discuss "THE RULES" with your therapist!
Hillarious...
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