HB10Frenchie: Ew! Who are you???
PUA Wanna Be: I'm friends with him! (points to the Judge)
The Judge: Uh, sure. Yeah, I've known this guy since like the '80s. (Judge realizes he doesn't even know PUA Wanna Be's real name)
PUA Wanna Be: Yeah man, cool! So what's up. How do you all know each other???
The Judge: Dude, they're like age-old bff's. She's the badass and she's the nice one. I'll keep my eye on this one (points to HB10Frenchie) and you get to know Teresa (tries to hand HB8Blondie off to PUA Wanna Be so I could continue sarging HB10Frenchie without any more interrupts)
(Quick Zack Morris time out here: I'm coming to a point in this FR where I want to voice a HUGE problem I have with a lot of PUAs I've sarged with (notice I'm using the verb sarge in the past tense because the minute one of these "PUAs" pulls one of these moves on me, I excommunicate them from my social circle). My problem is a lot of guys suffer from crippling AA, especially with super hot women (HB9+), and figure they can never approach a girl that hot. Then, they see a fairly average looking guy like me roll up on a redic hot girl, start running game and think, "Oh! That looks easy! Man! I can do that!" and then barge into my sets and try this weird variation of AMOGing. I see the same thing happen in all aspects of my life (for example, when I wrote for my school newspaper, I had a popular humor column which every dumbass with a stupid opinion on something tried to copy). HOWEVER, what these people don't realize is I MAKE IT LOOK EASY BECAUSE I'VE DONE IT A BIZILLION TIMES! I mean, I'm glad guys are getting inspired watching me, but since I'm taking the risk by approaching and I'm the one running game, THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO CUT INTO MY SET!!! I offered this guy a hot, blond 8 but he had to get greedy and try and take my 10 away...anyway, time in)
PUA Wanna Be: Yeah, I'm gonna go take this girl to dance. (Starts trying to pull HB10Frenchie away)
The Judge: Dude, stop being so grabby. I'm sick of grabby people, I just told these girls how I got molested by that fat girl...
PUA Wanna Be: (Stares at The Judge angrily, then turns to HB10Frenchie) Sooooo, if you could be anything you wanted – with no chance of failure what would you be?
HB8Blondie: Wait, he just asked us the SAME THING.
PUA Wanna Be: Ehhhh cool. Yo, we should all go to this pizza place across the street. Come on! Let's go! (Starts trying to pull HB10Frenchie again)
(Both HB's BT are sharply declining and they're girl coding each other with the "creeper vibe"...The Judge picks up on this and tries to salvage this PU by walking away with both numbers and playing the "Flake Lottery")
The Judge: Hey dude, you know, it's getting late. We should all roll out of here. Prada and I are gonna jump in a cab, come with us.
PUA Wanna Be: Uh, yeah sure. I'll meet you guys outside.
(Judge and Prada say goodbyes to girls and leave.)
And get this: That slimmy little fuck PUA Wanna Be stayed inside and continued to try and work HB10Frenchie! Not only that, he lied to her and told her I was "one of his best friends" and a ton of other bullshit he made up to DHV himself. When I woke up the next morning at DTM's, he was there and tried to kiss my ass and I basically laid it out for him that he's a creepy manipulator. I think an exact quote I dropped on him was: "You know, PUA seems extremely Machiavellian, however it's not. You don't understand that. And you also don't understand there are ethics involved in this. If you're ready to violate me by treating me like a means to end, I'd hate to see what you'd do a woman. You seem to know a lot of the lines and routines, but you should go back and reread the ethics of winging people, and, more importantly, how to GIVE value rather than just take it." He was all apologetic and shit (and I felt a little self-righteous preaching like that), but it had to be said.
Anyway, on Monday I sent HB10Frenchie a retarded text I didn't FT (very stupid move). I got no response. On Tuesday, I called her and left a voicemail. No call back. On Thursday, I called again, didn't pick up. On Saturday, I figure: Why not try calling HB8Blondie and get a jealousy plotline going, so I do that. HB8Blondie was more than happy to talk to me (I think she thought I was interested in her). Calling HB8Blondie had obvious benefits: I found out some information on HB10Frenchie (for example, she lied to me and told me she lived in NYC when she was actually just trying to move there...she was trying to DHV herself haha), I found out exactly what PUA Wanna Be said to them after I left and disassociated myself from him (I told them I was drunk when I said I was friends with him and he was actually a friend of a friend who's a "fan" of my relationship column...I used this to explain why he asked the same question as me. I claimed I write a column for men on relationships and these are questions I encourage men to ask women to get to know them better...chick crack fellas!), then I tried a ballsy move:
The Judge: Sooo, I think my friend Prada has a little crush on you...
HB8Blonde: Oh, he was cute. But I didn't really talk to him. I don't know...
The Judge: Here's what we should do. Me, you, Prada, and HB10Frenchie should all get together and do a little double-date action. It'd be like right out of 7th grade. We could all French at the same time like a little makeout party!
HB8Blondie: And wait. You'd be going with HB10Frenchie?
The Judge: Maybe, if she -
HB8Blondie: Yeah, I'll talk to HB10Frenchie about that. I gotta go. Bye! (click)
So, it doesn't take a PUA to read between those lines. And, to be honest, I felt somewhat hypocritical as not a week ago I preached to PUA Wanna Be about "not using people as a means to an end" yet I was simply using HB8Blondie to get HB10Frenchie to un-flake. So, at this point, I realized it doesn't pay to be greedy and I could still get HB8Blondie if I'm willing to forget HB10Frenchie (a choice I'm now regretting haha). So later the next week, I call up HB8Blondie and invite her down to Manhattan to spend the weekend with me. She tells me she wants to, but has finals but she'll "see". In passing, she also mentioned that HB10Frenchie had just found an apartment in Queens and is moving in on January 1st.
Ultimately, HB8Blondie flaked and I sort of just gave up with both of them. I filed them under the flake file and moved on. Then, on NYE, I sent out the typical mass-text to about 20 HBs in my phone. I threw HB10Frenchie and HB8Blondie in there for good measure. HB8Blondie's response didn't surprise me as much as HB10Frenchie's (keep in mind, this is the first time she even acknowledged my existence after the initial PU) . Even though her response was simply "thankx", I wrote back, "I'll call you later in the week" or some shit.
And, as a man of my word, later in the week I left her a voicemail inviting her to the Guggenheim with my pivot, Theory and Affection (read Affection's FR on the VA forum for an overview of what went down that night!). While she didn't call me back, I got a text back from to the effect of, "Thanks for the invite but it's my dad's bday. Goin home for the weekend". While it's flaky, it's still a response (as long as a HB9+ is responding, I'll keep trying). So I sent her a spattering of texts throughout the week. Some she responded to (mostly with shit-tests like, "what are u talking about?") and some she simply ignored. Since it becomes a game at that point and my ego is no longer on the line (if it ever is...), I'll pretty much write anything (I wish I saved some of the idiotic shit I wrote to her). Which brings us all the way up to MLK day in which this hall-of-fame text convo went down (I'm reposting it because I'm so proud):
The Judge: I guess this is it. Im moving out but wtf do we do about the cats? Fluffys mine.
HB10Frenchie: Ok why would u text that to me
The Judge: Cute...You know i like fiesty girls so here you are acting like one.
HB10Frenchie: Haha ok
The Judge: Haha...Are you finally moved into the city?
HB10Frenchie: Yea
The Judge: Welcome! monday is sushi night. i want to show u this amazing place...Are you free at 6?
HB10Frenchie: What is the name of the place? Where is it?
The Judge: (Sushi place) on (Blah street and blah ave.)
HB10Frenchie: Never heard of it
The Judge: Its delicious
HB10Frenchie: Did u just text me back? I deleted it by accident
The Judge: Ya...I said its delicious
(10 minutes pass)
The Judge: Ok i gotta run but tonite @ 6 ill meet u on (blah street and blah ave.)?
HB10Frenchie: Ok ill text u when it gets closer. Hopefully i dont get stuck at work
The Judge: Sounds good...And bring Fluffy
As I wrote in my last FR, I then went to Barnes and Nobles and PU'd a supermodel (who is a super flake as well)...although, we have been talking on the phone. Every night she tells me she's in "casting" until late and she wants to do dinner earlier because she's hungry. Anyway, here's another picture I took of me and her in B&N (I look like such a troll in this pic...also my camera phone make people look like 10X uglier than they really are):
So, keep in mind, it's MLK day, about 6 o'clock (HB10Frenchie texts me saying she'll be 15 minutes late) and I'm sitting across the table from a supermodel in a Barnes and Nobles having coffee. If you're me, do you leave and take a chance that HB10Frenchie is going to flake OR do you flake on HB10Frenchie and stay out with the supermodel?)
And, to give you an idea of the hotness and awesomeness of HB10Frenchie, I decide to roll the dice and leave to meet with HB10Frenchie. Oh, just some quick things I recently learned about gaming supermodels: I was talking with my PUA mentor Johnny Soporno and relating to him this little adventure (hilariously, he sent me a picture of him and a Dutch supermodel represented by the same agency as my sHB11) he told me NOT to use standard game on supermodels. They're impervious to negs (makes sense, it's not like a chick who's been on the cover of Elle is going to care if some schmuck in B&N tells her she's not living up to his standards lol) and the only thing you really have to do is talk to them, get rapport and not react to their beauty - either negatively or positively. It's funny because when I did this, I was getting awesome rapport and IOIs from her, but once my PUA-intuition kicked in and I was like, "Wait, this is too easy. Start running some game" she IOD'd me. (Perfect example, at one point I told her I hated her and she just looked at me angrily and demanded, "Why?" Anyway on that vein, I went about my RTC (real time constant) all wrong:
The Judge: Okay, sHB11, this has been fun but I seriously have to go.
sHB11: You're serious right now? You're really going to leave?
The Judge: I told you, I'm a busy guy. But don't worry, we'll have sushi sometime this week. You can either have Tuesday or Thursday. Those nights are the nights I'm free.
sHB11: What if I want Tuesday and Thursday?
The Judge: Well, that would be greedy but if you email me Tuesday morning like a good girl and you're really cool on Tuesday night. Then we just may have to go out Thursday, too...
Anyway, she didn't like that answer.
Oh well. So, now I run out of B&N, jump in a cab, command the guy to drive like an animal, jump out, and stand in front of the sushi place. After about 10 minutes, I realized it's super cold and I look like a total dueche standing outside (seriously lowering my value) but I don't want to go into the sushi place and wait if she's going to flake (keep in mind, I'm trying to establish social proof at this place). After the cold gets to me, I go inside, order a beer, and call my funniest friend to pump my state.
(Side note: This is a KEY move in a D2 I learned from Carlos Xuma's book. You don't want to be sitting there waiting like a little puppy dog for the HB to show up. You should always seem like you're in your own world and you're having a great time and that can be a part of it. But she's not defining it)
Anyway, as I'm laughing with my friend, I see HB10Frenchie crossing the street. At first, I was overjoyed that she wasn't flaking and looked super hot. But then, I saw the look on her face. It's the classic look I'm always scanning for when girls "girl code" each other: The "I-don't-want-to-be-here" look.
So, she walks in, I hang up with my friend, and give her a big hug. The minute she sits down, I launch right into the "grabby homeless guy" story. Since I've told this story probably 100+ times, I can practically tell it in autopilot; however this retelling was especially inspired. I was able to extend it for about 5 minutes and she kept jumping in and asking questions which I fielded with hilarious responses. I started to see her BL changing and her BT starting to rise so I stacked into my next routine: DLV PUA Wanna Be.
I posted on the VA forum how using AFC's to work for you is a VERY effective tactic (not only do girls find it hilarious but it also subcommunicates you're NOT one of those guys and you "get it"). This gambit was so good, I'm going to switch into scripted form:
The Judge: Okay, now you have to tell me. What happened with that guy after I left the club that night? He was like all slimmy and shit. What a Creepy McCreeperson!
HB10Frenchie: Ahahahaha...omg!! That guy was TERRIBLE! He kept grabbing me and trying to get me to go places with him!! But wait, isn't he like your best friend??
The Judge: (Goes into "Relationship Columnist" spiel and how the Creeper was a fan, not a friend)
This topic busted open a ton of potential threads, which I exploited (i.e. how clueless guys are, a recap of "girls are such sexual predators", a continued debate between "bitch boots" and "hooker boots"). Basically the next 15-25 minutes were all BT spiking and laughing. At this point, I started leaning back (in my "qualifying position) as she started leaning over the table. Her BL was really open at this point and I could tell she was really happy to be there (in stark contrast to when I saw on her on the street).
I knew it was time to start laying my "frame" groundwork. This is probably the most effective tactic I use on D2's (keep in mind, a girl will ONLY accept your frame if she's laughing and her BT is spiked). Here's how it goes down:
HB10Frenchie: (says something that makes The Judge laugh)
The Judge: That was cute. Okay, you're getting 2 points.
HB10Frenchie: Two points?? Huh??
The Judge: Yeah, congrats. Two points is good. I put all the girls I go out with on a points system. Get 15 points, I'll tell you my life story. Get 20 and I just might let you kiss me. But you better be a good kisser because nothing will make you lose more points than a gross kiss...
HB10Frenchie: Omg...I don't kiss guys on the first date.
The Judge: Well, I don't kiss girls on the first date who only have 2 points so you better keep me laughing.
HB10Frenchie: Hahahaha...oh my God! WHO are you?
This is a classic response. The whole points system is so corny and I feel sort of retarded bringing it up, but it's so absurdly effective, I can't resist doing it. Basically, the points system has 3 stages on a D2: 1.) Girl will react like "wtf?!?!?!" and won't buy into it (it's REALLY important you act like this doesn't bother you and that you know she'll eventually succumb..because she will); 2.) as she continues to enjoy herself and tells good qualifying stories, she'll start responding more favorably when you give her "points"...you'll notice she'll happily jump through your hoops to earn points; 3.) she'll start getting obsessed with how she's doing and constantly ask if she's losing/earning points, how many points she has, etc.
However, don't take this too far. I'd say I drop a point comment once every half an hour. Sometimes it's something really subtle, like she'll say something I like/don't like and I'll pretend I'm writing on my palm. When she asks, "What??" I'll say something like, "Just making a note in my points tally..." Then she'll ask, "Wait, did I get a point or lose one??" Where I'll just look at her and smile then stack into a story. This shit is one of the most effective tactics during D2's and will seriously help you calibrate your IOIs. For example, HB10Frenchie started saying things like:
HB10Frenchie: I don't know how to use chopsticks, am I going to lose points for that.
HB10Frenchie: I'm sort of nervous because I can tell you have really high standards. How am I doing?
One thing I want to note in this FR: When BH10Frenchie sat down, I looked at her and actually felt pangs of doubt and nervousness. While I've done this D2 countless times with tons of other girls (from Hb7's to HB9.5's), I looked at her - a girl who not only is a perfect 10 but also has her shit together, has an awesome job, etc. - and thought: "There is NO WAY a girl this hot and put together is going to be attracted to me. I probably just got lucky the night I PU'd her up and she's probably only here because she wants a free dinner." I knew this was my AFC voice talking, but for a few seconds I actually had serious doubts that a HB10 is actually going to believe I have these super high standards and I have an army of women lined up I could potentially be spending my time with (also keep in mind, I started this D2 in serious damage control since I'd texted her relentlessly and she had IOD'd me for 2 months).
HOWEVER, I thought to myself: WHAT IS THAT ATTITUDE GOING TO GET ME?
My AFC voice shutup and I went into game mode. (And really, no one knows what's going on inside my head. Often my wings or even HBs I've sarged have noted I seemed completely calm and confident in a situation when inside I was scared as shit; I simply know how to hide it.)
Okay, other than that this FR is pretty typical: We spent 2+ hours at the sushi place just having an amazing convo. Then we went to the supermarket and she picked me out a batch of stawberries (and, of course, I found her in aisle 1 contemplating the stawberries like it was the most important decision she was ever going to make). Then we went back to my apartment, she responded to all my chick crack. Because I knew I had the IOIs, when she was talking I pulled her into to me and initiated a makeout session, then pushed her away and took her to the white trash bar (which she was super excited to see). When I paraded her around my WT bar, I noticed every guy staring at her so when we sat down I started making out with her again just to keep the Wanna Be PUAs at bay. We had an awesome convo over beer then I walked her to a cab and she left (I could tell she wasn't ready for sex yet and if I suggested going back to my place, it would've just reeked of neediness and low value).
Anyway, one sad thing to note: When I was walking up to get a cab, the sole on my platform shoe snapped off (she surprisingly didn't notice!) so I had to retire my shinny platform shoes I've PU'd so many HBs in (most famously, the only other sHB11 I ever PU'd, the Miss USA girl).
My only problem now is I've been thinking about HB10Frenchie too much and afraid I'm coming down with one-itis. She texted me a few times since and I've been needlessly mean to her.
Aye, it's bad news when gamers get gamed. I need to get out and sarge...
2 comments:
I think it is funny when people talk about game material they feel is corny that to me is money and comes really natural.
The points system is very congruent with who I am because I'm a total ball buster and viciously sarcastic.
The Cube on the other hand is something that so many people are comfortable with but I think it's a little hokey and it doesn't match my persona.
Thanks for the post. Inspiring and full of quality at the same time.
I really enjoy and respect your (Judge) ethical insight to sarging. I know from experience that not many guys pay attention to this side of the spectrum. Most choose the Hedonist side.
Its like they don't understand that when I sarge with my wing, I always push the HB+ his way, and take the HB- (7 or 8) for myself. Sometimes this makes the HB+ want me even more!
There is a clue! Benevolence...pays off.
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