On Dominance, Day Game, and Announcements

Okay, I’m at work and actually have a shit-load of stuff to get done but I wanted to post something quick because A LOT has been happening lately. First, I posted the article on social conditioning on the VA forum. I did this for a few reasons, some of which I’ll share later…

For now, rest assured I’m working out a system I believe will help everyone in this community. Unfortunately, because PUA has become such an industry, you can’t trust products or bootcamps from anyone. I’m not hating on gurus or mPUAs who make money off this stuff, but, at the same time, I know you can’t fully trust them. When I was a bio major in college, I remember this revered biologist gave a talk about working for insurance companies and how those companies only look to cure symptoms, not diseases. It’s not personal, ethical, or scientific; it’s simply business. Why would an insurance company want to cure a disease once (one-time payment) over having someone feel better but depend on that company for help? (The same holds true of every industry…do you think the smoking patch really wants to put an end to smoking? Do you think psychologists really want to rid people of their problems entirely? Etc., etc.) Rest assured, whenever you’re consumer that’s how people are going to treat you: no one wants to give you exactly what you want. (I know I’m rambling so I’ll post on this in more depth later, just try and grasp the main point I’m trying to make). However, on this forum, I want to sell you nothing. My motives are non-fiscal so you can trust me when I say I’m designing a system that I believe will work with 100% efficiency. Just be patient, keep posting comments, and I’ll deliver…

In other news, I think day game is key for solid, non-flaky, quality women. I’ll develop this idea more later (probably within my “system”) but for now I’ve been trying to step up my day game. I blew 2 great opportunities yesterday. Once because I froze and once because I wasn’t dominant. I’ll give you the play-by-play right now.

Situation: The Judge notices HB8 at the train station. They make eye contact, she gives him a proxy IOI by standing near him for a while then walks toward the train (carrying a shit load of luggage). The Judge gets on the same car as her, but doesn’t approach. When the train pulls into Grand Central and HB8 is getting ready to get off the train, The Judge finally acts:

The Judge: Hi, do you need some help getting your bag off the train.

HB 8: No, but thank you though.

The Judge: What are you? Running away from home?

HB8: Hahaha, something like that.

The Judge: Ah, cool. (Walks away….stupid move showing non-dominance)

HB8: (Steps up her pace to catch up with him) I’m actually taking finals this week so I went home to study. Now I’m coming back to the city to finish up. I’m in law school.

The Judge: Ha! I would’ve thought you were an undergraduate.

HB8: Haha, I know I look young! Yeah, I go to HB Law School in the city.

The Judge: (Starts talking jibberish about law school…idiotic banter. Negs her on her boots, not needed…walks away)

HB8: (Steps up her pace again to catch up with The Judge and possibly went out of her way to walk with him) Well, I’m leaving. It was nice talking to you. Enjoy the night.

The Judge: Yeah. You, too.

So many retarded moves in there. First, I could’ve salvaged the whole convo by simply saying at the end, “I’m getting coffee and you’re coming with me.” I know for a fucking fact had I said that, it would’ve worked. The Judge fails. Then fails again later on his walk home.

Situation # 2: The Judge is walking behind 2 tall, gorgeous models on Madison Ave. As he’s thinking of way to get in front of them and approach some AFC screams at HB10 Blonde, “You’re beautiful!”

HB Blonde 10: Thanks…(Keeps walking)

The Judge: (Over the shoulder) Wait, was he talking to me or you? I get that all the time…

Oh man! What an awesome line from The Judge!! Too bad he didn’t use it! Fucking pathetic. The worst part: A lot of times on the street, I’ll see a situation, freeze, and think of a really funny line afterwards. However, in that situation, I was in perfect position to deliver the line (a stride in front of the models), and that line popped in my head when the guy said it. But I hesitated and froze evincing non-dominance. Bad, bad, BAD.

Okay, I’m being hard on myself because I know I can do better. And I want to throw this out there so you guys can see my mistakes and hopefully not make the same ones. When I’m on my deathbed, I’m never going to say, “Man, I wish I approached less models on the streets of Manhattan.” Just by writing this out and reading it over, I’m inspired NOT to make the same non-dominant mistakes again.

However, to redeem myself, I did dominate the frame once last night that I am proud of – even if it’s non-PUA related.

Situation #3: The Judge is out with a HB he PU’d a month ago (I guess you can say I’m “seeing” this girl or on a D7) at a jazz club (she’s a jazz singer, which is very cool). After the show, HB Jazz Singer and The Judge get into a cab.

The Judge: Okay, you’re going to need to make two stops. Blah blah blah West Side, blah blah blah East Side.

AFC Cabbie: Two stops?! That’s a lot of work! (By the way, for those of you not familiar with NYC or cabs, this is an absolutely ridiculous response. Making two stops is a completely normal request, especially at midnight on a Tuesday when the night’s dead.)

The Judge: Well, that’s your job. (Stacks into a story to HB Jazz Singer)

AFC Cabbie: (Starts driving but interrupts The Judge) You know, I don’t usually do this. This is a lot of work and the stops are far apart.

The Judge: (Hears old AFC reaction in his head, which would be to say, “Okay?” and simply continue in the cab allowing the cabbie to set the frame that he’s doing The Judge some kind of “favor” by making two stops and making the atmosphere awkward…but instead:) Okay, you know what. Stop the cab.

AFC Cabbie: No, no. Wait, wait.

The Judge: No, seriously, dude. Stop the fucking cab. You want to cry about it, I’ll just get another cab.

AFC Cabbie: (Stops at a light) I’ll do it, I’m just saying…(The Judge opens the door) Okay, fine you want to leave. Pay me for the ride. (We’ve driven like 2 blocks)

The Judge: Good one guy. Good night. (Slams door without paying)

When we got into the next cab HB Jazz Singer wanted to talk about how ridiculous AFC Cabbie was, but I just stacked back into my story. The message was clear though: I’m high value; I don’t tolerate people’s shit; I live in my own reality; I’m an alpha male and will AMOG the shit outta anyone who violates my reality. HB Jazz Singer was all over me for the rest of the ride home. Finally The Judge shows some dominance…