| Offline | | MPUA Forum Zealot | Joined: Mon Jan 30, 2012 9:26 pm Posts: 326 | NIGHT GAME 10/05/2015
Went out with two wings last night who I've been recommended to by my pick-up circle which is starting to grow (not sure if this is a good thing or not!). Standing outside the club we were supposed to meet, I was beginning to wonder if this was a joke. Even more paranoidly, I began to wonder if the guy was testing me, watching from a distance to see if I had the balls to approach rather than stand around waiting like a lost puppy. So I went inside the club, got the stamp then came back outside and stood around waiting like a lost puppy regardless LOL. Eventually I decided to call him, and saw a short, stocky, bald Asian guy about ten or twenty years older than me pick up the phone.
Although I would generally prefer to sarge in my own age group, I saw the opportunity to learn from someone with more experience. I was also glad that this was a man with confidence, a little more confidence than myself in fact, so not somebody that I would have to spend most of the night baby sitting. And I have had to baby sit before when I went out with shy, nerdy guys. There's very little point in it. Walking down the high street, we did our best to maintain our composure and not shake like rattles in the cold night with nothing on but a shirt. After informing me that we would soon be joined by another wing, one of the first things that happened was a woman asked us if we'd like to go to the nearby strip club.
"Not unless you'll be joining us, love!"
He cheered, settling my mind because I now knew he was confident around women. I just had to find a suitable opportunity to demonstrate the same.
It was a busy night in my city's main high street and at least one of the wings (if not so much the other guy) was very enthusiastic about approaching, so I capitalised on this positive vibe and did a SHIT load of approaches. I'd estimate at around twenty overall but I couldn't be sure. At the start of the night I did a few low key dance routines and trying to get the girls attention. Initially my wing seemed reluctant to do much in spite of that initial burst of confidence. He didn't even buy a drink or want to dance with the girls at all, so I was a little anxious that the guy wouldn't be up to much.
However, I was soon proved wrong and he probably approached a lot more than I did, in spite of my significant volume of approaches. As the night went on he turned out to be full of useful advice and was encouraging ME to do more approaches, not the other way around. But he told me at the same time that he was in fact more concerned that the other wingman approach, since he did seem quite reserved. I got pretty tired at around 2am and told him I was thinking of calling it a night at which point he told me the night was still young and that if I wanted the pretty women I was gonna have to persist.
"I've been persisting for four hours!"
I complained.
He laughed, and conceded that I had approached in a significant volume, so we agreed to stick around for another hour before packing it in. He was a lot shorter than me and ten or twenty years older but stood with good posture and projected his voice like a true alpha. I remember at one point we walked past two drunk girls sitting on the side of the street with their chips, totally bare footed. I was thinking of something to say to them when he suddenly turned and shouted,
"We don't have any money!"
If you know anything about indirect approach, then you know that it can be pretty tricky to spill out lines like that, even if they don't seem incredibly genius or complicated at a glance. His advice for me was that since I am tall - at least compared to him - I should not be leaning over to talk to girls. Instead I should stand tall so the woman is forced to look up to me. If I can't hear what they are trying to say, which is often the case, pull them in close and ask them to repeat.
This seemed like good advice and what was truly genius about the advice is that doing this makes it ten times easier to go in for a kiss close. In fact, I got a kiss close doing just this:
When I was on the dance floor, I saw a group of fucking hot HB 8s and 9s and couldn't help eyeing them up like a total AFC (thankfully they had their backs turned). There was a pretty buff black guy standing next to me and gave me a knowing glance before suggesting which girl to go in for.
"You reckon mate?"
I asked.
"Absolutely, bruv."
Normally I would go in from the front. However, this set was much more difficult since we were separated by a fucking great wall pillar. As I went in to tap the girl on the shoulder I clumsily crashed into the girl next to her nearly knocking them both over. Not a great start! But I was determined to make this work. As the girl turned around she gave me a killer stare and I sent that stare right back with a comical eyebrow raise (it helps if you can raise just one eyebrow!).
Normally this isn't enough and I have to work my way through a few shit tests, e.g.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
But in this instance it worked a charm, her expression softened immediately and she seemed humoured and, most importantly, ATTRACTED. I held her hand, talked some bullshit, e.g. what's your name, ALWAYS saying something different if she asked me to repeat. Then I gave her the spin and clumsily put her hand behind my head pulling her in close. The clumsiness didn't matter, though and she surprised me by suddenly leaning all the way back nearly smashing her head on the floor. I did the best to compose myself and keep her steady before reeling her back and going straight in for a make-out session. This was the most physically attractive girl I've ever made out with. And she was a good kisser too, but not quite at the top, sorry love .
This make-out lasted a few seconds with some intense tongue fucking and lip biting before her friend (hot but older, with a few wrinkles) suddenly interjected abrasively, violently pushing me away and snatching her friend aggressively. Then she turned, looking at me with the most evil look as if I was some twisted womanising pervert (which I am ) and started shouting at me.
"She's not interested!"
My gosh, it's not like I'm a rapist or anything, I think to myself. I tried to do the usual stare-out-the-bitchy-friend routine but it didn't work. She wavered eye contact for maybe a split second and then just repeated, shaking her head,
"She's not interested."
The hot girl I just made out with gave me a monkeyish grin that seemed to almost apologetically communicate,
"I'm just a girl, teehee"
Before she allowed herself to be passively whipped away. If I was more confident, then of course I would persist, but my confidence has it's limits so I turned around semi-planning on approaching her at a later point. Then I saw my wingmen laughing, both congratulating me on the kiss-close and seeing the humorous side in the situation.
A little voice popped in my head and said,
Aren't your wingmen supposed to disarm the bitchy friend for you?
But I disregarded it, since dwelling on this failure wasn't going to do me any favours, especially not if I was about to suggest to the boys what they should do next time.
let it go
I thought.
So instead, keeping my spirits high, I said,
"Did you see that? Did you fucking see that!?"
Pointing back with my thumb in comical disbelief. My friend simply replied,
"Yeah, girls will do that."
Damn fucking right they will.
It's not the first time it's happened to me either.
Then suddenly, a wave of paranoia swept me over. The night before I'd read that oral herpes could be transmitted through making out and I realised I could hardly hear what most people in the club are saying half the time. What if the angry protective woman - let's call her the mother hen - wasn't so angry after all and had she had simply been trying to tell me,
"She's got an std!"
Yes, the way her lips were moving, it was more like she said,
"She's got an STD"
rather than,
"She's not interested"
My wingman simply reassured me that she was probably just trying to fuck with me and that stds can't be transmitted by kissing. I wasn't so sure of this, but then I saw the same mother hen a few minutes later with a different friend. I didn't even recognise the mother hen. I just remember looking over my shoulder seeing a hot girl and shouting
"YO!"
Before my thoughts had a chance to kick in and steal my confidence away. The girl had probably been in the same set as the girl I just kiss-closed, she shot me a dirty look since she seemed recognise me as 'the evil player', and as they walked past the 'mother hen' shouted at me again,
"You're an arsehole, fuck off!!"
I just stared at her again, as she sheepishly repeated,
fuck off
Her voice trailing away into oblivion.
Earlier during the night, I was practicing standing tall, since as I already mentioned, my wingman pointing out that I lean over too much. I saw two fucking hot girls with dark hair dancing pretty fucking agressively. I just went straight in and shouted
"WOOH!!"
This isn't my normal style - I normally move in direct, but my style is smooth, not aggressive - but it worked initially. This woman started grinding on me so aggressively I nearly pushed her over. That didn't stop her from turning around to practically dry hump my leg and then resume grinding moving her ass straight into my crotch, bent over as if we were fucking doggy style. I managed to keep the momentum for perhaps a minute, but my confidence soon waned and she ejected but with a seductive glance. For this reason I approached her later that night but to no avail.
Some of the initial sets I was involved in simply because my wingman was talking to the girls. I remember some of these girls were so fucking bitchy and horrible I had a hard time regaining my social momentum for a while after wards, and they were far from seeing anything controversial from me. I honestly believe women don't know the effect they have on guys with their constant bitchiness and shit testing, even when you aren't trying to make a move on those particular girls! My confidence took a blow, when I asked one girl if it was Halloween because of the giant pointed hat she was wearing and she simply gave me the middle finger. How fucking rude? After some of these initial sets I was starting to feel pretty crushed and we had to go to a different bar before the ball was rolling again. Some of the constant bombardment of shit testing involved,
"Will you buy me a drink?"
Like they think I'm fucking stupid. I told one girl I would buy her a drink if she told me five lies but that if she told me a truth she'd have to buy me one. My first question was,
"Do you understand the rules?"
She said yes, but she was so fucking stupid she didn't understand that was a truth. Well, actually she probably did, but just wanted a sucker to buy her a drink anyway. Complaining to my wingman outside, I told him,
"If I bought a drink for every fucking girl that asks I'd be pretty fucking broke"
He laughed, and I decided that would be how I defused the shit test in the future, rather than using the elaborate 'five lies' routine.
The thing a lot of pick-up artists don't understand is that it's way too hard to use these little gimmicks inside clubs. The loud music pretty much destroys any intelligent conversation you might plan to have as well, so that's why non-verbal is sooo important.
Another problem with night game is, yeah these women are HOT. A lot of them are also fucking chavs. I had a weird moment of insight today as I was walking past a girl that in a baggy green tracksuit. She would have been hot if she wasn't such trashy low-life and I thought to myself,
"You know, I bet most of those girls last night when they take of their flashy dresses and high heels are the same types of low-life trash. No wonder I'm not getting results!"
Then I had an even stronger flash of epiphany as this girl turned around and shot me a dirty look because low and behold, she WAS one of the women I tried to approach last night. Now if I could just find women that were more open-minded and more confident in their sexuality I might ACTUALLY have results.
Anyway, at the end of the night my wingman asked me to summarise his advice, so recapitulating I told him,
"*More directness
*More aggression
*Don't lean over: stand tall and pull the woman in
*Project my voice - say, HEY, YOU! STOP!
*More confidence"
He paused for a moment, thinking. Then he decided,
"Ok, you're problem is not a lack of directness. I think the problem is with the conversation you are making."
I conceded that a lot of my conversation results in a dead end and was secretely glad he decided to focus on this. He gave me a few ideas that I will use in future:
*Use situational openers, e.g. a woman's grinding against a wall. You should tell her to stop ruining your wall paper!
*Go straight up to a girl, ask her to stop doing what she's doing. This is deadpan humour: show some balls and stay congruent to the personality you are trying to convey.
*In short challenge women as much as possible. Don't give in to their shit tests.
Tomorrow I'll be meeting a different wing man for some day game. I'm trying to break into my local community of PUAs but it's tough because,
a) You have to impress them, i.e. communicate the fact you ACTUALLY HAVE SOCIAL SKILLS and that your life doesn't just revolve around women
b) I have my own reservations about joining PUA circles and building a social network around this.
In relation to (b) I know that to most people this is considered weird and misogynistic. However, I also know that for most people I am weird and misogynistic anyway. Even though I really don't try to be! I remember towards the end of last night some girl was shouting at a guy outside a club for something he did. Presumably he touched her inappropriately or just came on too strong in general. He shouted back at her and just said,
"Yeah, well that's the high street hun, of course guys are gonna do that when they're talking to you. You've just got to deal with it. If you don't like it, don't come to the high street."
And I remember am old me would have been in strong disagreement but now I'm standing there and there isn't really any belief or thought inside me that says,
"No this guy is wrong."
In fact I'm just standing there and thinking,
Actually, yeah, he's right: these are the clubs she's going to. Women like sex as much as men do and at the end of the day we're all mammal, so what do they expect from us when they spend so much time dressing up, putting on make-up so guys will hit on them and then shutting down approaches with even the hint of insecurity or passiveness? When they keep doing this, we are GOING to get more sexually aggressive. We are GOING to approach in a way that is actually more conducive to getting success: it's in our DNA. Darwinism.
However this chauvinistic mindset starts to worry me, as I realise my agreement with the guy is almost a little too ingrained/too intuitive. At the time, I am trying to figure out if it is a good thing or not. I don't even want to think chauvinistically like that. I know that my style is not particularly aggressive on the whole, but at the time, I am just remembering the way these women have been behaving. I remember how my best, most successful approaches were the ones where I was highly cocky and aggressive, absent-mindedly nearly knocking girls over as I crashed into the set dynamically. The approaches where I tried to be smooth and gentlemanly got shut down straight away. The nightclub is definitely NOT a dynamic that rewards the feminist mindset or approach to women, I am thinking. More than that, it is not even the case that men encourage this. It is WOMEN that seem to be encouraging a dynamic, aggressive approach. They will shut you down if you are respectful and they will deliberately act in ways that provoke you. This even seems to be the case at times when your intentions are quite innocent. These girls seem to WANT chauvinism, I am thinking.
With hindsight, I realise that what I am really identifying with is NOT chauvinism. What I am identifying with, is a very deep animalistic mindset that has been developed from millions of years of evolution. Actually, it is not a mindset at all, but a simple recognition of the fact that women have sexual instincts as well. This is the same mindset which drives you into acting on your OWN impulse WITHOUT violating your social intuition. THIS is the best and most results-oriented mindset and THIS is what Gunwitch talks about when he discusses the 'subtly-confident man'. (See Gunwitch Method here.)
SELF-ANALYSIS
To re-cap.
*More directness
*More aggression
*Don't lean over: stand tall and pull the woman in
*Project my voice - say, HEY, YOU! STOP!
*More confidence
Some of my dance routines are coming along nicely. I'm trying to be a bit less clumsy in sets, but I realise now that crashing in is what sometimes gets me the resuts. Trying to be too smooth doesn't always work out too well. In any case it depends on the context. I think that with aggressive girls, use an aggressive approach. With shy girls or confident girls be more tactile. On the whole, tactile aggression is best. My wingman would often stop girls and say,
"Hey, you! Stop!"
It was confident, it was direct, it was aggressive...but it didn't work a lot of the time, even for him. He suggested I give it a try, and I did although I'm not sure if he noticed. In any case I wasn't able to generate the same kind of aura with this approach. For me, my voice was getting too raspy and shouty to have the same kind of boomy vocal projection that my wingman had. So I stopped trying to use it and resorted to a mixture of approaches: tactile aggression.
Throughout the night, I would use gunwitch method: I would move in quite smooth, almost meditatively calm, like I was greasing a hot pan with butter. Then softly gazing her other, I would tell the girl I was attracted to her once I had that eye contact. Direct, but non-invasive. But like I say above, being smooth doesn't always get me the best results. Sometimes going straight up to girls dancing wildly and shouting "WOOH" in a way that projects my frame control as stronger than there's is what works. This is what I mean by tactile agression: using a mixture of approaches depending on the situation.
I think I am getting pretty fucking good at being sexual while remaining respectful at the same time. What I think I am really starting to acknowledge is that sometimes you have to take risks and push the boundaries sometimes. While women can and should expect this, it is entirely possible to know your own limits and take the risks that you are confident you can get away with.
On the whole, I'm always pleased with a night that has concrete results, even if these don't necessarily materialise into a lay. My wingman suggested he would be out on another night next week and hopefully he is impressed enough that we can go out again. But like I say at the start, I am interested in building a PUA circle of my own age group. I will have to see how things work out.
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