FR: Never flinch after a neg

Hey guys.

I’ve been MIA for a while because mad shit has been going on. I’ll sort of report on everything that’s been going on and share some new openers/techniques as I go along in this steam-of-consciousness post.

First, I’ve been developing new routines. I know at this point in my game, most people would advise dropping the routines and taking a natural game approach, but I actually find the opposite is true. I find with a strong frame, the ability to free style (my term for talking without routines), and awesome inner game that routines are actually 10X more effective. For that reason, I’m writing a LONG cheat sheet of all my best stories, role plays, cold reads, comfort building exercises, etc. Once I finish, I’ll definitely share it.

So, I met another “girlfriend material” babe last Thursday. While this chick wasn’t as hot as HB10Frenchie or even HB9Russian (def not as hot as the sBH11s: SuperModel or MissUSAGirl), she has a certain feistiness (yes, this girl actually is feisty) I find absurdly hot (also, she has a nice set of boobs as well!). Anyway, don’t want to go into the entire Thursday FR because it was mostly uneventful…until the last set. As is ALWAYS my luck (actually it’s not even luck anymore, it’s like a PUA Law or something) right as I’m about to call it a night (around 12:30…I work in the morning!), Theory convinces me to try one last bar. The bar itself is pathetic: a dirty old man establishment across the street from my apartment. But, before I walk in, I see a somewhat attractive chick smoking outside and open with The Judge Classic: “Hey, is it in any good in there?” Hook the 1-set, game for a while, the girl (we’ll call her HB Shit Test because all she did was shit test me…I counted, she asked me to buy her a drink 9 times!) says, “Let me introduce you to my friends.” Brings me over to the bar where two HB9s are sitting (one would later turn out to be a HB8 even though she flashed Ga’ash and I!). HB9 ReallyFiesty immediately perks up when I come over and compliments me on my clothes (I was wearing my classic fur collar H&M jacket which subjects me to infinite shit-testing from AFC guys and lots of IOIs from HBs). Anyway, I ignore HB9ReallyFiesty because I realize I’m really attracted to her. She knew the bartender and gave me 2 free shots (even though I never asked or was even talking to her). End up n-closing the friend (HB Shit Test) I opened outside and make a future “D2” hangout at my apartment for the next day. Both girls made me promise 3 times I’d really invite them over. I knew the IOIs were there. Solid close. I meet Theory at the diner. We eat grilled cheeses.

Before I’m even sitting at my desk Friday morning, I get a text from HB Shit Test “Did you thank god you met me last night?” Awesome. These girls probably won’t flake. After a day of back and forth texts with this girl, she informs me she’s coming with HB9 Really Feisty, HB9 Flasher, and another chick (who turned out to be HB9 Wedding Planner). I assemble my own little PUA Dream Team: me, Ga’ash, my friend Eddie The Manwhore, and Prada. So the girls show up a half hour late (classic) but bring wine. For whatever reason, right from the start the vibe was off. Prada and Manwhore later complained the girls were “no fun” but admittedly my apartment is very small to fit 8 people comfortably and I didn’t really plan any fun activities (since I never trust girls, I didn’t want to go and rent a Wii for $30 to have the girls flake out). Anyway, even though the vibe was off, I could tell HBReallyFiesty wanted me. Right away she asked if she can tie something on my vest and I felt her hands linger a bit too long on my back. Later, when we were all sitting down, I noticed she purposely sat close to me and immediately engaged me in conversation. When I told a story to the group, she was the one laughing the hardest (except at one point when I said, “…this set of underwear had more skidmarks than the fucking autobahn” and Ga’ash was the only one who caught the joke).

Anyway, the little things about girls sometimes drive me nuts. For example, since high school ManWhore and I have had this joke where we pretend to sprinkle roofies in each other’s drinks and then say, “I’ll be seeing YOU later” (wink, wink) So, as we’re doing this to each other, HBReallyFiesty comes running over and says, “Wait! Get one in my drink! I want to have fun, too!!!” Later, I busted out a GREAT routine from the MM manual for the first time. Here it is:

(The girls are talking about “work-safe” emails)

The Judge: Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes people send inappropriate emails to my work account that are just completely unprofessional…like my surgeon wrote me an email and, I mean, I don’t want my coworkers to learn about the operation I just had…

HBs: (gasp) You just had an operation??

The Judge: (Sighs) Yeah. I don’t really want to talk about it…it’s sort of personal. Okay, I’ll talk about it. I got a dick enlargement. They doubled my size; I’m four inches now.

HBs: WTF?!?!?!?!?1?! WAIT!!! HE’S KIDDING RIGHT?!?!!?

The Judge: Kidding?!?! I’m like the most hung guy in Asia now (sorry to all the Asian PUAs out there!). Yeah, it’s awesome. I know.

Then I walked away to go to the bathroom. As I’m walking through my kitchen, HB ReallyFiesty chases me, grabs me, looks up at me with these big eyes (she’s VERY short, like 5”2) and says, “I want to see!” and starts trying to undo my pants. I start cracking up and tell her to behave herself and she offers to show me her boobs. “They’re really big!” she tells me as if I haven’t noticed. I say, “I know” and go to the bathroom.

So, after the vibe completely fizzled, we all ended up going to the bar. At the bar, I was pretty drunk (and I was only in A3 with HB ReallyFiesty) and ran VERY sloppy qualifying game on her. While I had a lot of fun with her, we mostly just thumb wrestled, played hot hands, did swirls and tons of other meaningless, pointless shit. At one point, I looked her in the eye and said, “You are so attracted to me.” (Side note: This is the shit 6 months ago as an AFC I would’ve NEVER dreamed would come out of my mouth…it even sounds cocky to me when I say it but it always works so I guess I’m congruent to it). HB ReallyFiesty just looked up at me with those big eyes and said, “Yeah…” Boom. K-close. Then a n-close. We make plans to hang out. She’s nodding her head like a fucking bobble head doll at everything I’m saying: “We’re gonna get sushi (nod nod) then we’re gonna go back to my place and drink wine (nod nod) then if you get enough points we can make out (nod nod) then if you get even more points, you can be my new girlfriend (nod nod) but wait, wait…can you cook???” (By the way, this is NOT a good routine…I was drunk when saying this shit…don’t repeat!)

Anyway, girls end up leaving. Two texts and one phone call later, HB ReallyFiesty is turning out to be an unresponsive flake. HOWEVER, I’m still getting responses from HB Shit Test. I figure if I can keep that bridge (also, Ga’ash offered to “take her down” and if there’s one guy I know I can depend on to take a chick down, it’s Ga’ash). Anyway, I plan on not contacting HB ReallyFiesty until Monday via Facebook (another IOI she gave me was she insisted I “friend” her on Facebook and spelled out her name for me…obviously, I’ve done nothing of the sort but I did manage to find her profile, so Monday I’ll send her this message):

lucky i have a photographic memory (even when I'm sort of drunk) and remembered you spelled your name so i could locate you on thefacebook dot com

so things you have going for you:

> awesome sense of humor (specifically you said 3 lol-worthy things which is super rare...i NEVER meet girls that can make me laugh) +100 points

> you were obviously into me so that shows you have great taste in men :) +150 points

> something i'm not telling you yet but still +200 points

things working against you:

> flakiness - 500 points...seriously the only thing more annoying than flakes are girls that openly rip farts (and, one time, a shart)

i gave these numbers to my 6 year old niece to tally and it looks like you're at -50

so here's what i propose: come by tonight @ 8 (+20 points) and bring crackers (+30 points...+45 points if it's the kind with those sexy keebler elf bitches) and i'll get a bottle of that spanish red wine you like (photographic memory, remember?). but don't get any ideas - we're just gonna talk

i hate facebook so don't bother writing back. just give me a binary response 1 = you're coming; 0 = you're not

since you probably don't have a photographic memory i live at (address)

Moving on. So Saturday night Ga’ash and I roll into the PUA OK Corral (lounge where I met HB Asian Model). Immediately Ga’ash opened a quality 2-set in front of us in line and it was so on with these chicks. Ga’ash and I were like fucking Carl Malone and John Stockton just setting picks, throwing each other LA oops. It was wingmen at their finest. Anyway, I don’t want to harp on all the absurdity that went down that night, but Dave Love Pirate wrote a FR about it, which I have a response to: http://www.nycsargeteam.com/showthread.php?t=147

The part I do want to mention is HB10 Blue Dress. Okay, this girl is exactly the sort of chick I got into the game for. I noticed her across the bar with her two bitchy friends. The entire set looked like complete bitches just waiting to shoot guys down (the friends were both 8s with scowls across their faces). After a scuffle with some RSD chode over another set (a girl who opened me…HB9 Red Dress), I decide to move on HB10 Blue Dress and try a bunch of new routines – ALL of which worked flawlessly (for the first 5 minutes, I ran some of the best game of my life). Here’s the transcript:

(The Judge walks in between the 3 set so that his back is facing HB10 Blue Dress and over the shoulder he engages the two HB8s)

The Judge: Real quick guys, how long would you keep mementos after a breakup?? You know, like photos, movie ticket stubs, rare Led Zeppelin shirts...

HB8 Blonde: Ummmm…like 2 months.

The Judge: Woah, that was a quick answer! Are you flaya? You know one of those female players…

HB8 Brunette: HAHAHAHA…she so is! (Both 8s BL open up to me and I reward them by facing them)

The Judge: Cool, I can only stay a second because I’m gonna piss my pants if I don’t find a bathroom, but get this. (Lock with elbows on the bar, pushing HB10Blue Dress to the side) I was dating this girl Erika back in college. Totally cool chick. So whenever she'd sleep over, I'd lend her this Led Zeppelin shirt in the morning when we'd scamper to the cafe for breakfast. And let me tell you, this Led Zeppelin shirt KICKED ASS. Fucking huge picture of the burning blimp across the chest. Sweet '70s-style lettering. Totally retro. Totally awesome. Anyway, we broke up but she somehow ended up with the shirt. So, the other day, I was ebaying it up, and did a search for the shirt. I only found ONE person selling it, and for over a hundred dollars! And there was like 12 bids on it PLUS 3 days left in the auction. So, now I'm thinking I def need to get that shirt back - for both fiscal and awesome reasons…

HB8 Blonde: (Puts hand on Judge’s forearm) Hun, you can totally get it back. We should call her right now!! We’ll talk to her for you!!

The Judge: YEAH! I just found myself a divorce lawyer. High five!!

HBs: HAHAHAHAHA…don’t go to the bathroom!! You’re awesome!!

The Judge: Holy shit. I love you guys. That’s it. We’re starting a rock band. I’ll be the lead singer. You (HB8 Blonde), you’re gonna be rocking on the guitar. Oh man, this girl (HB8 Brunette) this girl is BAD…so gonna be the drummer!!

HB10 Blue Dress: What am I gonna be? (In a bitchy voice)

The Judge: (Not even looking at her) Pft. I dunno, you can be the groupie or something…Anyway…

HB10 Blue Dress: (Pulls Judge’s arm and does the wide open mouth like ‘who-the-fuck-do-you-think-you-are’ look)

The Judge: Whatever dude, if you’re gonna cry about it maybe we can find you a cowbell laying around or something…

HB10 Blue Dress: A fucking cowbell? No. I’m playing the guitar.

The Judge: Look at this. We haven’t even played our first gig and we’re already fighting. You know, we’re gonna be talking about this night when we’re all on VH1 Behind the Music. I’m gonna tell the true story about you. That you’re a complete pain the ass to work with…

HB10 Blue Dress: (Makes wide open mouth face, but this time she was sort of smiling in an angry way, like ‘you have fucking balls to be saying this’)

(Literally, it took all my willpower not to crack at this point and blurt out an AFC, “Just kidding!” I simply looked her in the eye with a smart-ass smirk on my face. After holding the line for 5 seconds, I got an avalanche of IOIs.)

HB10 Blue Dress: What’s your name??

The Judge: Guess.

HB10 Blue Dress: I don’t do guesses. Tell me.

The Judge: Then you don’t get to find out my name. (Turns away from her)

HB10 Blue Dress: I’m HB10 Blue Dress. You know, I really DO play guitar. My brother’s teaching me since he got back from Iraq.

The Judge: Cool. Can you play the F chord??

HB10 Blue Dress: (Looks down ashamed) No… (side note: This was a fucking HILARIOUS reaction…I’ve never seen anyone more upset they couldn’t play a fucking F chord…this shit could only happen in the field!!)

The Judge: Okay HB10 Blue Dress, I’m The Judge.

HB10 Blue Dress: What are you drinking Judge? (Orders me and her a 40 dollar round of drinks)

The Judge: (Takes a big gulp) Aw, look at you. Buying me a drink, trying to get me drunk. How chivalrous…

HB10 Blue Dress: I am! (Pours half her drink into mine)

And then a fatal sticking point. I gamed up HB10 Blue Dress for another couple minutes running decent game, but I felt the whole time my frame was shaking and falling apart. She was giving me too many IOIs, too fast. She was jumping on my hoops too quickly, she was kinoing me too much. At one point, her friend came over and complained about Dave (I don’t know what he said to her, but apparently he pissed her off). This was bad (but didn’t cost me the set). From there, I got a bit needy. I pulled out a pack of gum and offered HB10 Blue Dress a piece. She chewed for a second, then spit it out, and told me my gum “sucks” (probably her version of a neg). Like a chode, I sort of just mumbled, “Okay…” rather than call her on acting crazy. Later on I sloppily bounced her out to the balcony and rang my death kneel when I offered her my jacket. It’s really sad/pathetic a move that once worked for me as an AFC is exactly what got me blown out of this set. After wearing my jacket for a few minutes, HB10 Blue Dress wanted to go back inside saying, “I’m gonna go dance. Bye” and that was that. Blow out. I later saw her getting gamed by some older, rich-looking chode. I even blew him out when I rolled up on the set with HB9 Red Dress on my arm. (Guy was definitely NOT a PUA since I heard him saying to HB10 Blue Dress’ friends, “Huh? What just happened? Is this guy trying to pick her up? Is that his girlfriend or what?” Oh well, it’s a sticking point I have: When extremely high value targets give me too many IOIs too soon, I gotta chill and not over react.

Anyway, that’s some of my new routines/FRs/Updates on the life of The Judge.

Ga’ash you should write up that hot 2-set we gamed up. Quality shit.

Pax. ~TJ