Guys: I've been working on a lot of good stuff that I'll be posting here over the next few days, so keep your eyes out for that. But, for now, I want to detail a quick post on cat string theory. So, I'm rereading The Game and just finished the section where Mystery walks away from that chick in Eastern Europe and Style explains cat string theory. Having internalized this, I put it to good use this afternoon and wanted to post on it as a reminder of how important cat string theory actually is.
Okay, to give you some background, I ran game with Summa (crazy, ballsy RSD kid) this weekend and some sort of AFCish guy he brought out. (Met up with Ga'ash and Affection for a bit, too) Anyway, like the week before, we ran a ridiculous number of sets and pulled tons of numbers/random k-closes, etc. However, over the past 2 weeks, I only approached one girl I'd consider a HB10 and got blown out by the fat, rude obstacle. (Actually I approached one other 10 a week ago but the set didn't hook.) Anyway, while I closed 7s, 8s and 9s, it wasn't until 2a.m. Saturday night/Sunday morning I found another HB10...
Summa, AFC Man, and myself were coming out of a lounge/bar and I saw a big group of girls outside. After using my patented "Is it any good in there?"opener, I quickly realized my blunder as the question made no sense since we were coming out of the bar. Before the girls could call me out on it, I followed up with, "Just kidding. I had to test you. Wanted to see if you were paying attention. What I meant to say is: DON'T GO IN THERE. It sucks!" (This also evinces you can open saying ANYTHING...this was probably the worst opener in the history of PUA yet because my BL was good and I projected a calm, unreactive voice, the set still hooked). So, as all the girls started squawking at once, I noticed a perfect HB10 sitting on the curb. I pointed at her and said, "You. We're getting married in Vegas. Let's go" and put out my arm. To be honest, I don't know what was going through my head when I said that, but for whatever reason I had a gut feeling it was going to work...and it did! HB10 jumped up and said, "Yeah! I always wanted to get married in Vegas!" and hopped on my arm!
As I started walking down the street with her promenade-style, I told her our honeymoon was going to be at a lounge 4 blocks away. I looked over my shoulder and saw her friends following us along with my wings (who were in utter shock at the illogical events that just unfolded) as we led the group. As we walked down the street, I assumed A3 and started qualifying her in between BT-spikes. Here's an exert of our conversation:
The Judge: Okay, we're going to the 24-hour chapel of love.
HB10FashionChick: Haha, okay!
The Judge: I'm gonna rent out midget Elvis for the ceremony.
HB10FashionChick: Midget Elvis! Definitely!
The Judge: We're only getting married in the drive through...because...you know...I'm not made of money.
HB10FashionChick: Wait! You have to pay for the annulment though...(at this point I was scared she actually thought I was serious about getting married)
The Judge: Woah... (pushes her arm off) I'm looking for a sugar momma...if you're not going to support me and my deadbeat dad ways, this marriage is NEVER gonna work.
HB10FashionChick: Ahhhhhh!!!
The Judge: (takes her arm and starts walking with her again) Okay, fine. Maybe this'll work if you're creative.
HB10FashionChick: OMG!! I am SOOO creative! I study fashion design at hot girl school in the city!
This sort of interaction went on for 3 blocks. At one point, she turned to me and said, "OMG, we're getting married and I don't even know your name!! I'm HB10FashionChick". Also, her friends were following us chirping about being bridesmaids in our hypothetical marriage (it's amazing how highly addictive chick crack actually is). In fact, after they all introduced me to their girl crew, one of the girl's boyfriend pulled me aside and threw me a high five. Anyway, I probably could've k-closed HB10FashionChick at any time as she was complying with everything I was doing to her (i.e. twirling her around the sidewalk, giving me her hands, putting her number in my phone), but, when we got to lounge I suggested, her stupid friends objected and tried to get us to go to another bar down the block. Without even thinking I said no then had to stand by that decision as HB10FashionChick was dragged away into the night.
Anyway, while I didn't run any of kind of solid game, I felt there was enough chemistry and IOIs between HB10FashionChick and I that might amount to a non-flaky number close. So, the next day, I texted her something like, "Pack your bags for Vegas" which she replied, "Hahahaha ok that sounds good". Then I said something about midget Elvis which she also jumped on. I then said I'd call her later, which I did, and left her a VM (unreturned).
Realizing it might've appeared someway needy I called her the next day after such a sloppy n-close, I waited until this afternoon to text her again. Here's a transcript of our texts:
The Judge: R u really a creative chick or was that just line to marry me in Vegas?
HB10FashionChick: Ha i didnt know I could use that as a line
The Judge: Its rare to meet cute creative chicks...Usually only the fat ones do cool stuff
(After an hour of dead air)
The Judge: i want to learn more about u...lets get a glass of wine, im free tonite or tom
HB10FashionChick: Well i cant tonight or tom.
As I pondered over this text for a while, considering if I should plow, IOD back, or just let it go dead air, I thought about cat string theory: You have to be ready to lose the girl in order to get her. So I replied (about an hour later):
The Judge: Ok, it was fun meeting/marrying u regardless...peace
(30 seconds later)
HB10FashionChick: you too. ill be around this weekend if you wanna meet up one night.
Boom. The power of cat string theory.
Pax,
~TJ
Okay, to give you some background, I ran game with Summa (crazy, ballsy RSD kid) this weekend and some sort of AFCish guy he brought out. (Met up with Ga'ash and Affection for a bit, too) Anyway, like the week before, we ran a ridiculous number of sets and pulled tons of numbers/random k-closes, etc. However, over the past 2 weeks, I only approached one girl I'd consider a HB10 and got blown out by the fat, rude obstacle. (Actually I approached one other 10 a week ago but the set didn't hook.) Anyway, while I closed 7s, 8s and 9s, it wasn't until 2a.m. Saturday night/Sunday morning I found another HB10...
Summa, AFC Man, and myself were coming out of a lounge/bar and I saw a big group of girls outside. After using my patented "Is it any good in there?"opener, I quickly realized my blunder as the question made no sense since we were coming out of the bar. Before the girls could call me out on it, I followed up with, "Just kidding. I had to test you. Wanted to see if you were paying attention. What I meant to say is: DON'T GO IN THERE. It sucks!" (This also evinces you can open saying ANYTHING...this was probably the worst opener in the history of PUA yet because my BL was good and I projected a calm, unreactive voice, the set still hooked). So, as all the girls started squawking at once, I noticed a perfect HB10 sitting on the curb. I pointed at her and said, "You. We're getting married in Vegas. Let's go" and put out my arm. To be honest, I don't know what was going through my head when I said that, but for whatever reason I had a gut feeling it was going to work...and it did! HB10 jumped up and said, "Yeah! I always wanted to get married in Vegas!" and hopped on my arm!
As I started walking down the street with her promenade-style, I told her our honeymoon was going to be at a lounge 4 blocks away. I looked over my shoulder and saw her friends following us along with my wings (who were in utter shock at the illogical events that just unfolded) as we led the group. As we walked down the street, I assumed A3 and started qualifying her in between BT-spikes. Here's an exert of our conversation:
The Judge: Okay, we're going to the 24-hour chapel of love.
HB10FashionChick: Haha, okay!
The Judge: I'm gonna rent out midget Elvis for the ceremony.
HB10FashionChick: Midget Elvis! Definitely!
The Judge: We're only getting married in the drive through...because...you know...I'm not made of money.
HB10FashionChick: Wait! You have to pay for the annulment though...(at this point I was scared she actually thought I was serious about getting married)
The Judge: Woah... (pushes her arm off) I'm looking for a sugar momma...if you're not going to support me and my deadbeat dad ways, this marriage is NEVER gonna work.
HB10FashionChick: Ahhhhhh!!!
The Judge: (takes her arm and starts walking with her again) Okay, fine. Maybe this'll work if you're creative.
HB10FashionChick: OMG!! I am SOOO creative! I study fashion design at hot girl school in the city!
This sort of interaction went on for 3 blocks. At one point, she turned to me and said, "OMG, we're getting married and I don't even know your name!! I'm HB10FashionChick". Also, her friends were following us chirping about being bridesmaids in our hypothetical marriage (it's amazing how highly addictive chick crack actually is). In fact, after they all introduced me to their girl crew, one of the girl's boyfriend pulled me aside and threw me a high five. Anyway, I probably could've k-closed HB10FashionChick at any time as she was complying with everything I was doing to her (i.e. twirling her around the sidewalk, giving me her hands, putting her number in my phone), but, when we got to lounge I suggested, her stupid friends objected and tried to get us to go to another bar down the block. Without even thinking I said no then had to stand by that decision as HB10FashionChick was dragged away into the night.
Anyway, while I didn't run any of kind of solid game, I felt there was enough chemistry and IOIs between HB10FashionChick and I that might amount to a non-flaky number close. So, the next day, I texted her something like, "Pack your bags for Vegas" which she replied, "Hahahaha ok that sounds good". Then I said something about midget Elvis which she also jumped on. I then said I'd call her later, which I did, and left her a VM (unreturned).
Realizing it might've appeared someway needy I called her the next day after such a sloppy n-close, I waited until this afternoon to text her again. Here's a transcript of our texts:
The Judge: R u really a creative chick or was that just line to marry me in Vegas?
HB10FashionChick: Ha i didnt know I could use that as a line
The Judge: Its rare to meet cute creative chicks...Usually only the fat ones do cool stuff
(After an hour of dead air)
The Judge: i want to learn more about u...lets get a glass of wine, im free tonite or tom
HB10FashionChick: Well i cant tonight or tom.
As I pondered over this text for a while, considering if I should plow, IOD back, or just let it go dead air, I thought about cat string theory: You have to be ready to lose the girl in order to get her. So I replied (about an hour later):
The Judge: Ok, it was fun meeting/marrying u regardless...peace
(30 seconds later)
HB10FashionChick: you too. ill be around this weekend if you wanna meet up one night.
Boom. The power of cat string theory.
Pax,
~TJ
2 comments:
Good post, dude. This is definitely something I have to work on.
That is un-fudgin-real that HBFashion responded like that! I definitely see the fantasy projection of marriage being chick crack. Got any other chick crack?
Additionally, sticking to your decision of not going to the other bar was probably best off. However...the Alpha you established at the beginning by pointing at her and telling her what to do may have been enough to let the bar thing slide. That being the case...I would have def re-framed after that. "Ok, we can go to the other bar but only if you do this" But like i said, you prolly made the right decision by being congruent with your dominance.
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