Monday, December 31, 2007

FR: When girls accuse of you being gay, it’s an IOI

So, I’d been having a good week.

Since getting the week off from week, I f-closed 3 different girls in 3 days. I went home to spend the holidays in Long Island and Saturday I was back in Manhattan ready to sarge. As I stood in my apartment, trying on some new H&M peacocking gear in the full-body mirror, I called “Dave Love Pirate” from the NYC sarge team. I heard of the NYC Sarge Team on Bristollair…

These guys are intense.

To make the “team”, they give you a PUA tryout! Despite being confident in my abilities, after reading a FR about Dave AMOGing Mystery (!!), even I was a little nervous contacting them. But, Saturday night, after 3 f-closes and new peacocking gear, I was ready. Talking to Dave on the phone, I realized some of the major advantages to sarging with these guys. Not only are these guys skilled PUAs, they also have absurd social proof.

That’s key in Manhattan.

There’s a special part of Manhattan called The Meat Packing district…basically fairyland for PUAs. (Notice I wrote “fairyland for PUAs”, not “fairyland”…that’s the village). Anyway, Meatpacking is where Mystery sarges when he comes to Manhattan. It’s where the models hang out, the celebs chill. It’s a place off limits to mere mortals unless you a.) are willing to spend absurd amounts of money, or b.) have connections.

But, with my “connections”, I was ready to put my PUA skills to the test. I made plans to meet Dave at 10, called Theory, and spent the rest of the night doing some NLP confidence exercises (this will do wonders to your confidence…try Hypnotica’s podcast and/or RJ’s confidence series)

So Theory and I step out of the cab in Meatpacking and it’s bumping with hotties everywhere. We get out of the cab and wait in line for this rooftop lounge we’re meeting Dave at. As we’re waiting in line, Theory opens this 2-set of cute Korean girls in front of us and ran the best set I’ve ever seen Theory run. He’s got everyone laughing, projecting a completely non-needy vibe. It was awesome. I saw girls in front of us turning around to check us out. An auspicious start to what was going to be an amazing night.

Once we got inside, we took an elevator up the penthouse. When the elevator doors open, my eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. I’m looking at this huge lounge, glowing in blue lights, chill music playing at a REASONABLE volume; the wrap-around bar is glowing; hot women are everywhere. And, the best part: The entire lounge is glass, so it overlooks the Hudson River and the Lower East Side.

Absolutely stunning.

The minute I walk in, I see Dave. He looks exactly how he described himself on the phone: Skinny guy in his early 30s wearing a black design t-shirt with a black sports coat. Before Dave even says hi to me, he asks to see my silver rings. He compliments my peacocking gear then apologizes for it being a “dead” night. I’m flabbergasted as my wide eyes are taking in SWARMS of beautiful women.

Dave motions for us to follow him into another room and opens a 3-set of hotty 30-year old women. Dave isolates his target as Theory and I work 2 hotties (both HB8s). The two women are especially shit-testing me since I’m young (24 years old) and acting so cocky. They start accusing me of being a “Manhattan snob” then call me “gay”. (More on the “gay” IOI later) After a while, I started getting fed up with their annoying shit tests. Namely when this interaction went down:

HB 30-year old woman: You’re a writer from Manhattan? I hate you guys. You’re all chasing around your models – or these girls who are wanna-be models. You don’t know a good women when she comes along…

The Judge: Oh yeah? You gonna introduce me to one??

HB 30-year old woman: Why don’t you prove to me you’re a real man and buy us a drink?? That’s what REAL men do. Don’t be cheap…

The Judge: Bwahahahahahahahaha…you are TOO funny. You guys are like The View!! (Sidenote: drinks at this lounge were $15 bucks each…absurdity!!)

HB 30-year old woman: Hahahahahahahhaa…OMG!!!!

Then Theory jumped in and did a room cold read that hooked BIG TIME. Here’s what he did…

Theory: Oh man, look around this room. Look at this hillbilly with his hillbilly wife (points to a guy in an ugly checkered shirt). Oh shit, and look at this fake record producer (points to a well-dressed tool by himself checking his blackberry), etc., ect.

Theory can expand on what he did if what he wants. Anyway, as all this is going down, I see the hotter of the Korean girls we opened on line walk past holding hands with a guy who was unmistakably a PUA (dude was about my age, good looking, all peacocked out with the PUA smile on his face).

I decide I’m going to steal his girl.

So Theory and I open her friend, HB Korean Cutie, and get her laughing again. Once HB Korean Hotty sees this, she dumps her PUA escort and joins our circle. At this point, I felt bad leaving Dave, but we took these girls to a section with couches and ran the set. I isolated HB Korean Hotty and Theory took HB Korean Cutie. There was nothing particularly interesting or noteworthy in this set other than I made out with HB Korean Hotty. As I was k-closing my target, Dave walked by and gave me a thumbs up (Dave k-closed some chick on the dance floor while all this was going on). The girls ended up leaving around 1am and Theory n-closed his target.

This left us open for more sarging.

As we regrouped with Dave, I realized I still hadn’t even OPENED a set yet! (That’s the funny thing about rolling with great wings…there are nights I go out with Ga’ash where I can just play wing and don’t open anyone).

However, after a week of D2s, I wanted to open a quality set. So, as I’m talking to Dave, I notice a high quality 2-set out of the corner of my eye. It’s a tall model-looking girl and her squatty friend smoking out on the balcony.

“Watch this,” I tell Dave and sway onto the balcony. I knew I had to run this set well since Dave was watching. Also, since this place was inundated with wanna-be PUAs, I figured an opinion opener may get me blown out. So I pranced by them, looked over the balcony, glancing over the Manhattan skyline, turned to the girls and said…

The Judge: This view is incredible. Do you guys know what part of Manhattan I’m looking at?

Squatty Obstacle: I have a boyfriend!

The Judge: (Looking back over the balcony) Well, isn’t that presumptuous? You think I’m over here trying to pick you guys up? Did I offer to buy you a drink? That, my friend, would be a pick up line. I’m merely making a geographical inquiry and you’re already giving me your life history. Now, let’s try this again: What part of Manhattan am I looking at?

Squatty Obstacle: We’re from Boston!

The Judge: Oh a group of Massholes. Hmmm, I don’t know if I want to continue this conversation…

HB Model: Hahahaha, (To squatty obstacle) he’s funny. We went to school in Boston blah blah blah we live in Manhattan now blah blah blah.

(Some bantering between The Judge and HBs…HBs now are laughing and qualifying themselves to The Judge)

HB Model: Okay, we’ll tell you what you’re looking at. That’s Lower Manhattan.

The Judge: Haha, first of all, that’s the East Village. Secondly, I can’t believe you fell for that. You think I’m not from Manhattan? Listen to my accent; I’ve lived here my whole life. That question was complete bullshit, I wanted to see if you guys were cool so I had to ask you something. (Funny thing is my accent is actually from Long Island...but I don’t like to admit that!)

HB Model: Well…are we? Are we cool?

The Judge: Hmmmmmm…jury’s still out, babe. Let’s sit down. Come. (Walks inside)

Within 10 minutes of sitting on a secluded couch, HB Model jumped on top of me and we started aggressively making out. I’ve actually never seen a girl more turned on in the field and it was a little surprising. I wanted to either f-close HB Model that night or make sure to set up a solid D2, so I peeled her off a few times and tried to build some comfort (also that stoked the sexual tension between us…nice!). Here’s what I learned about her a.) she’s half Chinese, half Portuguese; b.) she’s a model in the US and Asia; c.) she wanted to have sex with me that night.

To me, that’s the trifector of awesomeness.

Oh, in between our make out/comfort building sessions, HB Model kept accusing me of being gay. I.E.:

HB Model: God, you gay guys are so fucking hot. (Tries to kiss The Judge again)

The Judge: (Pushes her away) What the fuck are you talking about?

HB Model: You’re gay. I can tell. I make out with my gay guy friend all the time. He’s like the hottest guy I know.

The Judge: Yeah, okay. I’m totally gay. You got me. (Kisses her)

HB Model: (Stops kissing The Judge) No! Wait! Maybe you’re not gay. You’re a player, aren’t you? You’re gonna break my heart. Oh my God, and I’m totally gonna let you. (Tries to kiss The Judge)

The Judge: Okay, you’re starting to freak me out. First, I’m gay. Now, I’m a player. Both presumptions are erroneous. I’m actually both. I’m a gay player. I totally play guys. What’s your gay friend’s number. (Pulls out phone…HB Model looks a little shocked) Dumbass, you feel for my shit again. You’re slow for a girl who went to an Ivy League school (she told me earlier she went to an Ivy). Now put your number in so I can call you and let you break MY heart. (Doing the reverse player thing works AMAZING to dispel the player image…acting like you’re vulnerable is KEY…more on this later)

Okay, this FR is getting long and I have to meet Ga’ash soon for our NYE sarge (expect a detailed FR) but I’ll tell you about 2 “interruptions”. First, one of the bouncers came over to our couch. I assumed I was gonna get put in “time out” for being the cheesy make out guy (I didn’t see anyone else making out…which, by the way, I think is white trash and something I wouldn’t usually do in a dive bar let alone a classy place like this…but fuck it, she was smoking hot and I had to “prove” myself to the NYC Sarge Team). But, since Dave knew the guy, he just came over, smiled, and gave us the thumbs up. (Also Dave ran KEY interference with HB Squatty Obstacle for me…amazing!)

But then, later, some deuce bag came over (at the worst time too as HB Model had her hand down my pants and was jerking me off as well as taking my hands and putting them on her boobs/up her dress…wow, getting a boner remembering all this!).

D-bag guy holding two drinks in front of him like a complete AFC: WOWWWWW!!!!! Dude, you’re like an INSPIRATION TO ALL GUYS!!! (Tries to give a pound to The Judge…his fist (with a drink in it) just hangs there like a creepy scarecrow) I just wanted to say…you guys are celebrating boundless love and I just think that’s awesome. You’re the man…you’re –

The Judge: You’re cool now get the fuck out of here.

That’s a problem with congruency. If you’re going to act like this confident, dominant guy, you gotta be ready to shut down annoying drunk soliloquies like this. This dude was pretty big so I was sort of afraid he was going to get offended and fight me (also, I wasn’t sure if he was a PUA trying to steal my girl or actually just being a drunk guy giving a compliment). Luckily, Dave ushered the guy away and let me get back to “business”.

Anyway, the Squatty Obstacle ended up winning as she convinced HB Model not to come back to my apartment with me (I wasn’t really pushing too hard for it anyway since Theory was crashing at my place and I had 3 f-closes over the past week). But I texted HB Model before and she responded so hopefully when I call her on January 2, she’ll not be a flake and we’ll do a solid D2. (In her defense, she claimed she “never does this sort of thing” and that she’s not used to guys actually having balls…so I’m hoping she’s not a crazy party girl).

Aye, I’ll talk about the “gay IOI” in another post. But suffice to say now, one of the girls I f-closed last week also claimed she thought I was “gay”, too. (Keep in mind, I’m skinny, dress well, and talk very articulately…just look at some of my dialogue). Also, I mass texted HB 10 Frenchie from the Albany FR and she responded (she didn’t pick up when I called her twice and texted her once…so maybe??) Anyway, I’ll keep all you guys updated.

For now, Happy New Years, PUAs. Cheers to the game…

P.S. Miss USA contestant never responded to my holiday text. Damn.

2 comments:

Posey said...

What were the names of the Hypnotica and RJ audios that you listened to?? I was going to try and find them.

Rob Judge said...

Hypnotica was "The Collection of Confidence series 1a and b" (I think you still DL that for free off iTunes podcasts...just type in Pick Up Artist of PUA or something.

The RJ series is the "Unstoppable Confidence" series. I don't know if that still exists (I got this shaddy MP3 off SoulSeek that sounds like it was recorded off a cassette tape)and the specific session was session 3 (making mental film strips).

My recommendations. Also once you're NLP'd up, get some good music to pump your state (I usually listen to absurd rap music even though I'm usually not a huge fan, it gets me hyped up to sarge..my personal fav is "J.O.D.D." by Trick Daddy...for those of you who don't know the acronym, it stands for "Jump On Da Dick" lol)