OK, so I haven't had time to really go out and get the girl. Get this, I laid a virgin and the condom slipped. At first, I thought she was pregnant, but a recent test showed that she isn't. YAY! Second time scare for me. First time, my ex (import model named Stephanie Trung? I forgot her last name) had my kid inside of her for two months. She tells me and I'm astonished. I didn't really know what to do, but I was young at this time. I was cool with it either way. She said that she was going to have my kid. Unfortunately, 2 weeks later, she lied to me and got an abortion. Yep, life is some shit. In return, I dumped her. I don't deal with lying females!
Well, anyways, back to topic. I was doing subway game this whole week. I spotted a lot of amazing girls that I should of talked to but I didn't. No excuse for that at all, but last Thursday, there was this HOT ass Asian chick. Think of Jasmine Mai, but better looking. This girl, I could tell, was Viet. I saw her staring at me 10 feet away. She was sitting there at the edge and people were covering her. I wanted to talk to her, but it's the most awkward thing to say hi to a girl who's bunched up by so many people. So, I said fuck it to myself and talked to my female friends.
Me - Whoa! Look at who it is!
Friend - Yeah?
Me - Hi. How are you?
Friend - I'm fine.
Me - I still don't get how you got out so late.
Friend - Eh...
Conversation goes blank and the way I was standing on the subway, my body language was in BIG ASS dick mode. HBHotAsian sees how I talk to my female friends and starts eye fucking me. I'm like, "OH SHIT! Here's my chance!" So, I eye fucked back. So, I held her snake eyes for a second or two and got back into talking to my friends. My stop came by and this chick was eye fucking me harder. I then eye fucked back and I winked at her. In return, the perfect smile from her. Never saw her again since then.
A week later, I'm on the subway again. Me and my friend, Sean, are talking. Sean seen me talk to a girl and was so surprised by how I was creating attraction that he called it "smooth". Sean never says anything like that about ANYBODY. Big surprise to me, too. But anyways, Sean got off at his stop. I then walk to the front and talk to three girls. Here's how that went:
I sit.
Me - Hi.
Her - Hi.
Me - You sound excited. Today's not a bad day to go out.
Her - Yeah, I know.
Me - Shit. Really? Alright, here's the deal. I'm sitting next to you and you will listen to me speak.
Her - OK?
Me - Good. Now anyways, my name is Gerry.
Her - It is?
Me - Don't play stupid with me.
Her - OK, my name is Kelly.
Me - Hi, Kelly. I noticed that you looked pretty cute and I wanted to come talk to you.
Her - Really?
Me - Shocked? Don't be. I want my baby penguin.
Her - Why--why a baby penguin?
Me - Ever heard of cute?
Her - Yeah?
Me - Alright, I like cute things.
Her - Like me?
Me - Don't get excited. I don't kiss on the first date.
Her - Oh, that's too bad.
Me - That is, isn't it? I makeout on the subway, though.
I kino'd her like mad crazy and got the makeout. It was too easy.
A couple of days after this, I head to FDR park next to the Wachovia Spectrum and stadiums. I chill with my old female friends. They were surprised at how much I changed (my physical appearance). They were literally making comments that required something about me fucking each of them. Some fucking shit. Anyways, I tell them that I have three girlfriends at the moment. They are shocked. They then brought in my best friend, Vince, into the topic. Vince, from what I know so much about him, is a chode. He relies on his looks and it has only gotten him one girl. He's very impulsive and is a big turn off to women since he ONLY thinks about himself a majority of the time. The girls told me that Vince was just like that. From then on, I wanted to drop Vince from my social circle, but I didn't. Why? Just because. Vince called me out three times. He's seen me talk to girls and successfully get them. However, Vince can NEVER be wrong. I don't look for friends who seek validation. There's the answer.
A day after that, I talk to Sean. Sean planned to bring a camera to record me. However, he didn't bring the camera. I also felt bad that day. Like sick bad. I had a crazy ass dizzy spell. The room was like...whoa! I relax and waited for my mom to pick me up since I wouldn't be able to drive. Hot Latina teacher walks into the room. Everybody calls her Liz. I sit with my Jordan shorts on and I lean back with my hands making a gaped cuffing shape, framing my dick. Liz sees it and stares at me like twice. I think she was like, "Wow! He's confident." My dizzy spell went on so bad that I couldn't look at her without wanting to throw up. That teacher is 23 years old and she has a thing for me. Funny, but it's because she's seen me dance and sing. She doesn't live far from me either. Good sex, here I come! :D
On the same day where I had my dizzy spell, I went to Blockbuster to rent Crank and Rendition. Rendition sucked ass. Saw Crank again since I love that movie. Jason Statham is alpha as shit.
After this day, I was getting AMOG'd by a black dude. Here's how that went.
Him - I'm in my bag, I'mma --
Me - Just shut the fuck up already.
Him - Why? You damn Chink.
Me - Hey! Why did the black guy cross the street?
Him - Why?
Me - Because he was running from the cops.
He snickers and wants to bust out laughing and then I ignore him from there on. My friends see this and they laugh at him and the joke.
Now, back on the subway. See this chick. I talk to her.
Me - Hi there.
Her - Hi. What's your name?
Me - They call me Hengman.
Her - What is that?
Me - It's 'cause I'm hung like a horse.
I cheese and then she laughs.
Her - Oh really?
Me - Yes really.
Her - OK, so how you get your name?
Me - Oh, I sing.
Her - Sing?
Me - Sike! I lied. I just wanted to see your reaction. You looked funny.
Her - You're such a dork.
Me - You have to add cool to that and it's a deal.
Her - OK! You're a "cool" dork.
Me - You sounded like you didn't mean it. Say it again.
Her - You're a "COOL" dork.
Me - Sounds better. I think this would be better.
I go in for the makeout and that shit was sexy.
YEAH!
What's your name?
-Hengman, out!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The D2 Grab Bag
Hey guys.
As most of my posts usually start, my apologies for not posting in a few weeks. To be honest, I haven't been posting on VA or NYC Sarge. The reasons for this are complicated, but I'll say this: My game has been off the past weeks. I don't know why, but the pieces haven't been clicking like they usually are. I've been getting some unnecessary blowouts. My inner game has been off. I've even felt the cold sting of AA creep back up on me.
Funny thing is, I HAVE been going on D2s. I've actually had 3 D2s with 3 different girls for the last 3 weeks. However, those D2s have been 50/50. Some went well, others were disasters. My personal fav was a D2 that was going great then spiraled into awfulness. The girl was very cute (looked like Kerry from Sex in the City) and very interesting. I took her to a winebar and found the atmosphere perfect for the energy and vibe of the D2. Everything was looking good as she was slowly falling into my frame. Then, disaster struck (cue Jaws theme):
TJ: So I have 3 qualities I look for in a girl, if a girl doesn't have these 3 qualities then she's getting kicked to the curb.
HB Sex in the City: Noooooooooo!! What are they??
TJ: (Goes into 3 qualities routine, obviously only telling her 2. Flirty banter about how I'm not going to tell her the third, blah blah blah) HB SitC: Yeah, well I have 3 qualities I look for in a guy, too.
TJ: Cool. I love a girl with standards. What are your 3 qualities.
HB SitC: (Names 2 qualities I can't remember then...) And, I know it's going to sound weird, but I need a guy who's REALLY Republican. You know, like totally believes in that thinking.
TJ: BWAHAHAHAHA!! Republican!?!?!? Are you a 90-year-old white man???
HB SitC: Ahhhhhh stop!!! Hahahaha
TJ: No, seriously. The last person I met under the age of 60 who was a hardcore Republican was this nutjob I had to room with temporarily in college. This guy was out of his fucking mind!! Get this: He was a Born Again Christian...
HB SitC: (Probably looked offended...didn't really notice)
TJ: Yeah, he thought Darwinism was a myth!! What a loon. How do you not believe in Darwin??
HB SitC: Umm, because it IS a myth. I'm Born Again, too.
TJ: Oh....shit....
Talk about frame control! That threw me totally off guard! To be honest, I WAS being an asshole and probably deserved getting called out like that. Hilariously, the night before I was out with this artsy/literary chick and we totally bonded over the "Make Fun of TJ's Former Crazy Roommate" routine so I thought I'd FT it again. And, wow, talk about something blowing up in your face!
Okay, speaking of things blowing up in my face, let's get to the crux of this post: The D2 Grab Bag. Alright, I come up with all these funny Judgeisms to describe my adventures as a NYC Serial Dater. One term I like is "The D2 Grab Bag" to describe girls I run game on for 10 minutes, quickly take their number, follow up with on the phone, set up a D2, then realize, shortly prior to the D2, I don't even remember what they look like. This happens hilariously frequently, especially as my attraction game gets tighter.
Let me advise all you out there reading this: If you haven't experimented with this type of game, try it! It's a thrill akin to sky-diving or shark swimming...either it's totally awesome or you're going to get seriously maimed. Regardless, you NEVER know what's going to happen. (Usually, it'll lead to disappointment but who care??) Often if you thought a girl was 7 in a darkly-lit bar after a night of sarging, she'll probably turn out to be a 5.5 on the D2 (true story, total shocker).
But last night I saw the firsthand exception to this.
So, I PU'd this girl a few weeks back after a ROUGH night in the field. This was a final set that I opened simply because I had nothing better to do. We were at some crazy Latin dance club and I just wanted to crawl into my bed and go to sleep. All I remembered about this girl was she shit-tested me relentlessly. In fact, probably the only reason I took her number was I wanted to practice plowing through shit-tests.
So a few days later I'm going through my phone list and needed a few numbers to warm up on. I see this girls number, call her up, and immediately the shit-tests start again. When she answers, she immediately tried to get off the phone which I just spoke over her, got her laughing, and ran solid Judge-style phone game. Once I flipped this girl, she was like my laugh track on a sitcom. Everything I said, she thought was knee-slapper comedy. I got off the phone with her but made a mental note to call this girl whenever I needed to get in state.
So, for the new few weeks, whenever I needed to pump my state (or if I was just sitting at home bored), I'd call this girl up. And every time I said anything, this girl would pee her pants. Since this girl thought I was Jerry Seinfield, I thought 'Why not go on a D2 with her? If nothing else, I can practice some new routines' and set up a D2 (which was yesterday).
As I was taking the train home last night, I started to have SERIOUS doubts about meeting up with this HB Laugher. I was like, 'What the hell am doing? Why am I spending time with girls I'm not even interested in? Better yet, why am I spending time with girls I can't even remember???? wtf Judge??' In my mind, this was WORSE than a blind date because at least on a blind date the awkwardness is implicit.
Anyway, I considered flaking on her but realized I was too tired to go out and sarge (long, drama-filled D2 the night before) so I decided just to keep the plans. I told Hb Laugher to call when she was outside my apartment and I'd come down. When she got there and called, for some reason she said, "Oh, in case you forgot what I look like, I'll be wearing a yellow blouse blah blah blah."
Thank God she gave me that little tip because I would've never recognized her. When I got downstairs I saw a very hot HB8.5 waiting for me! I was like 'WTF! I thought this girl was like a 7 at best!'
I ended up taking her my new "summer D2" with amazing results. I'll detail some of my new routines and shit later, but for now I leave you with a pic of HB8.5 Laugher to inspire you all to get your hands in the D2 Grab Bag! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
As most of my posts usually start, my apologies for not posting in a few weeks. To be honest, I haven't been posting on VA or NYC Sarge. The reasons for this are complicated, but I'll say this: My game has been off the past weeks. I don't know why, but the pieces haven't been clicking like they usually are. I've been getting some unnecessary blowouts. My inner game has been off. I've even felt the cold sting of AA creep back up on me.
Funny thing is, I HAVE been going on D2s. I've actually had 3 D2s with 3 different girls for the last 3 weeks. However, those D2s have been 50/50. Some went well, others were disasters. My personal fav was a D2 that was going great then spiraled into awfulness. The girl was very cute (looked like Kerry from Sex in the City) and very interesting. I took her to a winebar and found the atmosphere perfect for the energy and vibe of the D2. Everything was looking good as she was slowly falling into my frame. Then, disaster struck (cue Jaws theme):
TJ: So I have 3 qualities I look for in a girl, if a girl doesn't have these 3 qualities then she's getting kicked to the curb.
HB Sex in the City: Noooooooooo!! What are they??
TJ: (Goes into 3 qualities routine, obviously only telling her 2. Flirty banter about how I'm not going to tell her the third, blah blah blah) HB SitC: Yeah, well I have 3 qualities I look for in a guy, too.
TJ: Cool. I love a girl with standards. What are your 3 qualities.
HB SitC: (Names 2 qualities I can't remember then...) And, I know it's going to sound weird, but I need a guy who's REALLY Republican. You know, like totally believes in that thinking.
TJ: BWAHAHAHAHA!! Republican!?!?!? Are you a 90-year-old white man???
HB SitC: Ahhhhhh stop!!! Hahahaha
TJ: No, seriously. The last person I met under the age of 60 who was a hardcore Republican was this nutjob I had to room with temporarily in college. This guy was out of his fucking mind!! Get this: He was a Born Again Christian...
HB SitC: (Probably looked offended...didn't really notice)
TJ: Yeah, he thought Darwinism was a myth!! What a loon. How do you not believe in Darwin??
HB SitC: Umm, because it IS a myth. I'm Born Again, too.
TJ: Oh....shit....
Talk about frame control! That threw me totally off guard! To be honest, I WAS being an asshole and probably deserved getting called out like that. Hilariously, the night before I was out with this artsy/literary chick and we totally bonded over the "Make Fun of TJ's Former Crazy Roommate" routine so I thought I'd FT it again. And, wow, talk about something blowing up in your face!
Okay, speaking of things blowing up in my face, let's get to the crux of this post: The D2 Grab Bag. Alright, I come up with all these funny Judgeisms to describe my adventures as a NYC Serial Dater. One term I like is "The D2 Grab Bag" to describe girls I run game on for 10 minutes, quickly take their number, follow up with on the phone, set up a D2, then realize, shortly prior to the D2, I don't even remember what they look like. This happens hilariously frequently, especially as my attraction game gets tighter.
Let me advise all you out there reading this: If you haven't experimented with this type of game, try it! It's a thrill akin to sky-diving or shark swimming...either it's totally awesome or you're going to get seriously maimed. Regardless, you NEVER know what's going to happen. (Usually, it'll lead to disappointment but who care??) Often if you thought a girl was 7 in a darkly-lit bar after a night of sarging, she'll probably turn out to be a 5.5 on the D2 (true story, total shocker).
But last night I saw the firsthand exception to this.
So, I PU'd this girl a few weeks back after a ROUGH night in the field. This was a final set that I opened simply because I had nothing better to do. We were at some crazy Latin dance club and I just wanted to crawl into my bed and go to sleep. All I remembered about this girl was she shit-tested me relentlessly. In fact, probably the only reason I took her number was I wanted to practice plowing through shit-tests.
So a few days later I'm going through my phone list and needed a few numbers to warm up on. I see this girls number, call her up, and immediately the shit-tests start again. When she answers, she immediately tried to get off the phone which I just spoke over her, got her laughing, and ran solid Judge-style phone game. Once I flipped this girl, she was like my laugh track on a sitcom. Everything I said, she thought was knee-slapper comedy. I got off the phone with her but made a mental note to call this girl whenever I needed to get in state.
So, for the new few weeks, whenever I needed to pump my state (or if I was just sitting at home bored), I'd call this girl up. And every time I said anything, this girl would pee her pants. Since this girl thought I was Jerry Seinfield, I thought 'Why not go on a D2 with her? If nothing else, I can practice some new routines' and set up a D2 (which was yesterday).
As I was taking the train home last night, I started to have SERIOUS doubts about meeting up with this HB Laugher. I was like, 'What the hell am doing? Why am I spending time with girls I'm not even interested in? Better yet, why am I spending time with girls I can't even remember???? wtf Judge??' In my mind, this was WORSE than a blind date because at least on a blind date the awkwardness is implicit.
Anyway, I considered flaking on her but realized I was too tired to go out and sarge (long, drama-filled D2 the night before) so I decided just to keep the plans. I told Hb Laugher to call when she was outside my apartment and I'd come down. When she got there and called, for some reason she said, "Oh, in case you forgot what I look like, I'll be wearing a yellow blouse blah blah blah."
Thank God she gave me that little tip because I would've never recognized her. When I got downstairs I saw a very hot HB8.5 waiting for me! I was like 'WTF! I thought this girl was like a 7 at best!'
I ended up taking her my new "summer D2" with amazing results. I'll detail some of my new routines and shit later, but for now I leave you with a pic of HB8.5 Laugher to inspire you all to get your hands in the D2 Grab Bag! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Quick post
Here is a trick i have used 4 times so far with great success. A little take on reverse frame control. I have never heard of reverse frame control..i just kinda stumbled in it over the last couple weeks and thought the name fit.
So lately i have been exclusively picking up in high energy environments. So for the D2, I will take the girls to a salsa dancing club, the zoo, walk through the park...whatever i wanna do that is still semi high energy. The point is I am always bringing the women along where i wanna go and don't let them make the plans.... in reverse frame control, i give them the option to make plans, but most never do. Just watch.
After D2...
HB: I had so much fun or when are we gonna hang out again.
I-Man: I made the plans last time, now its your turn missy!
HB: Haha, ok. I will think of something.
So what happened....I took her on an awesome D2, so now im qualifying her to take me on an awesome D3. So lets see what happens...
I-Man: So what are we doing tonight?
HB: blah blah, do you have any ideas?
Honestly its unreal. Four HB's in a row didn't make plans when they said they would. Almost all women love to be led. Most guys would get mad because she didnt make plans when she was supposed to. But not PUA's...
I-Man: Sweet, we get to do what I wanna do. You kick ass!
HB: Lol.
I-Man: Think about what you want. We are sooo getting ice-cream later. Im getting the worlds most extreme fudge sunday!
HB: Sweet! I want one too!
So there it is, i gave her the option to control the frame...but she doesn't. So in her eyes... I look like i am not selfish (gave her the option to choose plans) Dominant (Knowing what i want right after she failed to make plans) and fun (Kicks ass, we get to do what i wanna do!!)
Another main point i learned lately is that whenever a girl does something that would make a normal man mad, be PUA and spin it quick (unaffected). Watch her head spin too! ;)
I-Man
So lately i have been exclusively picking up in high energy environments. So for the D2, I will take the girls to a salsa dancing club, the zoo, walk through the park...whatever i wanna do that is still semi high energy. The point is I am always bringing the women along where i wanna go and don't let them make the plans.... in reverse frame control, i give them the option to make plans, but most never do. Just watch.
After D2...
HB: I had so much fun or when are we gonna hang out again.
I-Man: I made the plans last time, now its your turn missy!
HB: Haha, ok. I will think of something.
So what happened....I took her on an awesome D2, so now im qualifying her to take me on an awesome D3. So lets see what happens...
I-Man: So what are we doing tonight?
HB: blah blah, do you have any ideas?
Honestly its unreal. Four HB's in a row didn't make plans when they said they would. Almost all women love to be led. Most guys would get mad because she didnt make plans when she was supposed to. But not PUA's...
I-Man: Sweet, we get to do what I wanna do. You kick ass!
HB: Lol.
I-Man: Think about what you want. We are sooo getting ice-cream later. Im getting the worlds most extreme fudge sunday!
HB: Sweet! I want one too!
So there it is, i gave her the option to control the frame...but she doesn't. So in her eyes... I look like i am not selfish (gave her the option to choose plans) Dominant (Knowing what i want right after she failed to make plans) and fun (Kicks ass, we get to do what i wanna do!!)
Another main point i learned lately is that whenever a girl does something that would make a normal man mad, be PUA and spin it quick (unaffected). Watch her head spin too! ;)
I-Man
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Night Game
So this is my first field report so I hope you guys can bear with me on this one. I really don't know how you guys remember all your interactions . I'm thinking about getting a recorder or something. Anyways here we are:
Day Started off great, got up early to get some of a paper done that's due on Monday. Finishing that I got ready to go to the party I've been looking forward too for a month. I'm underage 'till November so my sarging is really limited to day game and I really wanted to experience the difference.
Arriving at the party my state was soaring. On the way there I had been listening to the audio recordings Lovedrop did for the Magnum Opus dvd set and they are absolutely amazing. First thing I did as I strolled in was talk to the first person I saw (I had been planning to do this all day.) This happened to some younger guy talking to some girl(Rockergirl) , her good looking friend (HBShorty) , and some asian ug bobbing her head up and down.
Shadow5a: Sup guys
Young Guy: Hey man how's it going?
Shadow5a: I'm alright, check out this girl hey? She's like a bobble head or something?!
Group laughs
Shadow5a: No, seriously I'm gonna shrink her down to this big and put her on top of my T.V. Imitates bobblehead ug (Sorry TJ that routine is to golden to not use).
Group starts laughing
Young guy: What's your name man?
Shadow5a: My names Peter
Shakes hands with group
At this point another asian guy comes in, and I could tell straight out this guy was AMOG material so I used this to my advantage.
Shakes hand with PhiliAMOG
Shadow5a: Hey man you wanna see something really awesome?
I teach him the invincible handshake, an AMOG technique I had just learned twenty minutes ago.
Shadow5a: (to HBshorty: Look its impossible to crush your hand like that, try it)
Extends hand(compliance test?) Ping
HBshorty extends hand and squeezes Pong
Shadow5a: See?!
HBshorty: Smiles, Pang negative.
I think this was mainly because of my body language, I had leaned in to extend my hand and I'm pretty sure my feet were facing her.
Shadow5a: Alright! High Five!
She tentatively high fives, giggling.
Shadow5a: Worst high five ever! Man we got to get you in the Gym, work on some of them bicep curls! Performs bicep curls action. Look this girl know whats going on(Sorry again TJ!)
High fives RockerGirl
At this point I was sweating profusely, and I can't really remember what happened after. Eventually I ended up sitting with HBShorty and RockerGirl where I locked myself in against the table.
After this my state was still amazing and I had a great time. I really was not interested in any of the girls at the party. To tell you the truth I haven't been interested in girls at all lately, I just want them to be interested in me (is this bad?) However during this party i practiced really well my AMOG techniques. There was another guy who showed up in a suit and tie and was obviously used to being the alpha. I had a hard time getting rid of him at first, but after I watched him for a while I blew him out of almost every set we were in together. This made me feel fantastic (again is this bad?) After that he was playing dancing monkey all night, and i laughed.
Another thing i worked on was frame. Walking into the party I really did not have a clear idea of what frame was, but by the end of the night I was an expert. I really did well dominating the frame in the sets I was involved in. In the middle of one of my DHV stories I noticed everyone in the group (7 set) looking at me and it just clicked.
Leaving the party was probably the best part, because everyone sort of groaned and walking out the door there were two people I had not even talked to the entire night. One was a major HB too.
HBMajor: It was nice meeting you!
=)
So that's it. Criticism is welcome.
One more thing i would like to talk about is a project I want to start. Kids always have trouble with preselection in high school and I want to find a way to reverse it. I've titled it Project Preselection and I'll be posting it on the VA forum when I'm finished.
And lastly, Any critique on my fashion? This is how I went out on saturday:
Questions:
One thing I need to work on is pumping buying temperature, I can get laughs but generally I am not a funny guy. Any tips?
And just for shits and giggles:
Thanks guys, I'm out
-Shadow5a
Day Started off great, got up early to get some of a paper done that's due on Monday. Finishing that I got ready to go to the party I've been looking forward too for a month. I'm underage 'till November so my sarging is really limited to day game and I really wanted to experience the difference.
Arriving at the party my state was soaring. On the way there I had been listening to the audio recordings Lovedrop did for the Magnum Opus dvd set and they are absolutely amazing. First thing I did as I strolled in was talk to the first person I saw (I had been planning to do this all day.) This happened to some younger guy talking to some girl(Rockergirl) , her good looking friend (HBShorty) , and some asian ug bobbing her head up and down.
Shadow5a: Sup guys
Young Guy: Hey man how's it going?
Shadow5a: I'm alright, check out this girl hey? She's like a bobble head or something?!
Group laughs
Shadow5a: No, seriously I'm gonna shrink her down to this big and put her on top of my T.V. Imitates bobblehead ug (Sorry TJ that routine is to golden to not use).
Group starts laughing
Young guy: What's your name man?
Shadow5a: My names Peter
Shakes hands with group
At this point another asian guy comes in, and I could tell straight out this guy was AMOG material so I used this to my advantage.
Shakes hand with PhiliAMOG
Shadow5a: Hey man you wanna see something really awesome?
I teach him the invincible handshake, an AMOG technique I had just learned twenty minutes ago.
Shadow5a: (to HBshorty: Look its impossible to crush your hand like that, try it)
Extends hand(compliance test?) Ping
HBshorty extends hand and squeezes Pong
Shadow5a: See?!
HBshorty: Smiles, Pang negative.
I think this was mainly because of my body language, I had leaned in to extend my hand and I'm pretty sure my feet were facing her.
Shadow5a: Alright! High Five!
She tentatively high fives, giggling.
Shadow5a: Worst high five ever! Man we got to get you in the Gym, work on some of them bicep curls! Performs bicep curls action. Look this girl know whats going on(Sorry again TJ!)
High fives RockerGirl
At this point I was sweating profusely, and I can't really remember what happened after. Eventually I ended up sitting with HBShorty and RockerGirl where I locked myself in against the table.
After this my state was still amazing and I had a great time. I really was not interested in any of the girls at the party. To tell you the truth I haven't been interested in girls at all lately, I just want them to be interested in me (is this bad?) However during this party i practiced really well my AMOG techniques. There was another guy who showed up in a suit and tie and was obviously used to being the alpha. I had a hard time getting rid of him at first, but after I watched him for a while I blew him out of almost every set we were in together. This made me feel fantastic (again is this bad?) After that he was playing dancing monkey all night, and i laughed.
Another thing i worked on was frame. Walking into the party I really did not have a clear idea of what frame was, but by the end of the night I was an expert. I really did well dominating the frame in the sets I was involved in. In the middle of one of my DHV stories I noticed everyone in the group (7 set) looking at me and it just clicked.
Leaving the party was probably the best part, because everyone sort of groaned and walking out the door there were two people I had not even talked to the entire night. One was a major HB too.
HBMajor: It was nice meeting you!
=)
So that's it. Criticism is welcome.
One more thing i would like to talk about is a project I want to start. Kids always have trouble with preselection in high school and I want to find a way to reverse it. I've titled it Project Preselection and I'll be posting it on the VA forum when I'm finished.
And lastly, Any critique on my fashion? This is how I went out on saturday:
Questions:
One thing I need to work on is pumping buying temperature, I can get laughs but generally I am not a funny guy. Any tips?
And just for shits and giggles:
Thanks guys, I'm out
-Shadow5a
Friday, April 11, 2008
Outshined to Hypnotize
I slowly open my eyes and instinctively shut them as to only concentrate on the warmth of my bed. Ugh, another Saturday, the beginning of my work week. Without moving more than 10 inches i reach to grab my phone to see how much time before i have to get up. "Outshined" by Soundgarden starts playing before i even touch the phone. As annoying as that is, all day I felt as if I were 10 seconds ahead of everyone else. And the HB9 pull just proves it.
My cute HB8Partay friend won a happy hour at one of the better clubs in Pittsburgh. I knew that she invited tons of people so i planned on gaming all the other girls in the club. Fortunately, there was only 4 girls and 4 guys in our little partay! This night i was straight Mystery Method.
I had control of the whole fucking 8 set. I was making all the decisions, talking the most, leading everyone. I would purposely put HB9 right next to me and then turn my back on her as i told everyone else a story. Almost every time i did this she would kick my shoes, vying for attention. At first i just ignored her and gave her a little more Body Language so she wouldn't wine to the whole group. After the 5th time she kicked me i stopped talking and slowly turned to her and said, "Can I help you?"
After that i decided it was time for our group to go to the dance floor. After I grabbed HBPartay and HB9 the rest of the group followed. I love being a PUA! Apparently... HB9 does not know how to dance so she was being kinda shy. Actually she said at one point that she does not have a lot of confidence. ....I looked at her again cause my eyes have played tricks on me before... yep, she was still an HB9, WTF?!?..what an oddity, girls this hot are not usually shy, especially on the dance floor, she must be fuckin crazy...great. So now she is HBConservative.
After i yanked her out and got her dancing i did the Hula routine on HBConserv right in front of HBPartay, they both loved it. More dancing more drinking, Vegas Marriage routine, dancing more drinking, little sister disney world routine, more dancing...vibing. By now her BT was through the fuckin roof. I knew it was time for a make out. At this point she was attempting to grind her ass on me. I turned her around and we were grinding on eachother for a minute. I put my head right next to hers...
I-Man: Ughhh!
HBConserv: What?
I-Man: You smell so Fucking Good!
HBConserv: Aaaaaaah!! (pretty much the same reaction you get when you say the 'word of the day' at Pee Wee's playhouse)
I-Man: You know what?
HBConserv: What?
I-man bites her neck which immediately changed her breathing pattern and then she put both hands on my chest. I-Man proceeds to stare into her eyes with that NLP look.
HBConserv: lskjfsksjfd
I-Man: sshhh! You talk too much. Would you like to kiss me?
HBConserv: YEEES!
I-man tilts his head a little, and gives her the 'come here' finger and we meet in the middle.
I should have broke the kiss first and said, "hey we need to slow down" but i forgot. Also, I kissed her before i left the club. For those who dont know, kissing a girl goodbye is not always a good thing cause it reminds them of all the other AFC guys they've dated. Here is why i did it...
We made out at least 4 times after the first makeout before i realized i had to leave hella soon. Obviously this meant i had to take one giant leap into comfort so she wouldn't flake. My point, these multiple makeouts definitely started as attraction and kinda moved into comfort. We were doing it in different places of the club, around her friends, ya get the idea. So really, i didnt throw much comfort material in there. And of course i had to try TJ's patented flake stomper, touching her nose and telling her how much flakes annoy me during the n-close. It didn't go very smoothly as i had to explain what a flaking is..... oh i love blondes.
I arrive home and settle in bed, once again reach for my phone to set the "Outshined" alarm. Before i touch it i get a txt from HBConserv. "Lame...you shouldnt have left me." Hmmm, Hypnotize by Biggie seems like a much better alarm choice. I-Man I-Man I-Man cant you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me... :)
I-Man
My cute HB8Partay friend won a happy hour at one of the better clubs in Pittsburgh. I knew that she invited tons of people so i planned on gaming all the other girls in the club. Fortunately, there was only 4 girls and 4 guys in our little partay! This night i was straight Mystery Method.
I had control of the whole fucking 8 set. I was making all the decisions, talking the most, leading everyone. I would purposely put HB9 right next to me and then turn my back on her as i told everyone else a story. Almost every time i did this she would kick my shoes, vying for attention. At first i just ignored her and gave her a little more Body Language so she wouldn't wine to the whole group. After the 5th time she kicked me i stopped talking and slowly turned to her and said, "Can I help you?"
After that i decided it was time for our group to go to the dance floor. After I grabbed HBPartay and HB9 the rest of the group followed. I love being a PUA! Apparently... HB9 does not know how to dance so she was being kinda shy. Actually she said at one point that she does not have a lot of confidence. ....I looked at her again cause my eyes have played tricks on me before... yep, she was still an HB9, WTF?!?..what an oddity, girls this hot are not usually shy, especially on the dance floor, she must be fuckin crazy...great. So now she is HBConservative.
After i yanked her out and got her dancing i did the Hula routine on HBConserv right in front of HBPartay, they both loved it. More dancing more drinking, Vegas Marriage routine, dancing more drinking, little sister disney world routine, more dancing...vibing. By now her BT was through the fuckin roof. I knew it was time for a make out. At this point she was attempting to grind her ass on me. I turned her around and we were grinding on eachother for a minute. I put my head right next to hers...
I-Man: Ughhh!
HBConserv: What?
I-Man: You smell so Fucking Good!
HBConserv: Aaaaaaah!! (pretty much the same reaction you get when you say the 'word of the day' at Pee Wee's playhouse)
I-Man: You know what?
HBConserv: What?
I-man bites her neck which immediately changed her breathing pattern and then she put both hands on my chest. I-Man proceeds to stare into her eyes with that NLP look.
HBConserv: lskjfsksjfd
I-Man: sshhh! You talk too much. Would you like to kiss me?
HBConserv: YEEES!
I-man tilts his head a little, and gives her the 'come here' finger and we meet in the middle.
I should have broke the kiss first and said, "hey we need to slow down" but i forgot. Also, I kissed her before i left the club. For those who dont know, kissing a girl goodbye is not always a good thing cause it reminds them of all the other AFC guys they've dated. Here is why i did it...
We made out at least 4 times after the first makeout before i realized i had to leave hella soon. Obviously this meant i had to take one giant leap into comfort so she wouldn't flake. My point, these multiple makeouts definitely started as attraction and kinda moved into comfort. We were doing it in different places of the club, around her friends, ya get the idea. So really, i didnt throw much comfort material in there. And of course i had to try TJ's patented flake stomper, touching her nose and telling her how much flakes annoy me during the n-close. It didn't go very smoothly as i had to explain what a flaking is..... oh i love blondes.
I arrive home and settle in bed, once again reach for my phone to set the "Outshined" alarm. Before i touch it i get a txt from HBConserv. "Lame...you shouldnt have left me." Hmmm, Hypnotize by Biggie seems like a much better alarm choice. I-Man I-Man I-Man cant you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me... :)
I-Man
To Introduce Myself
Hello everybody, I wanted to thank TJ for inviting me into this community. Reading through the posts I can see that this is a good strong haven for PUA's and their quest for personal advancement and I am certainly glad to be part of it. I am Shadow, I'm a 17 year old, 130 pound, 5'4" Canadian who just got involved in the community a moth ago when I read The Game.
I also would like to take this opportunity to state some of my goals, so that in the future I can look upon all the ways that I have changed. I have always been anti-social, I really dislike people once I get to know them but at the same time I love to meet new people. Thus, one of my goals is to become more of a social person, make more friends and go out more often. Another of my goals is to gain some more body mass through working out regularly. Another goal is to hook up with quality woman, I've never had a major problem with getting woman before, but hey were definitely not leaders of cheer team. Another is to get a better fashion sense, I am horrible with fashion and this will probably be the hardest of my goals. Lastly, I want to understand what type of woman I want to eventually settle down with. So to recap thats:
1. Be more social, make more friends, go out often
2. Work out regularly
3. Get quality women
4. Be more Fashionable
5. Obtain idea of soul mate qualities
I probably will have more later on, but thats it for now. Any advice or feedback is appreciated. But for now, its goodnight, thank you all.
-Shadow
I also would like to take this opportunity to state some of my goals, so that in the future I can look upon all the ways that I have changed. I have always been anti-social, I really dislike people once I get to know them but at the same time I love to meet new people. Thus, one of my goals is to become more of a social person, make more friends and go out more often. Another of my goals is to gain some more body mass through working out regularly. Another goal is to hook up with quality woman, I've never had a major problem with getting woman before, but hey were definitely not leaders of cheer team. Another is to get a better fashion sense, I am horrible with fashion and this will probably be the hardest of my goals. Lastly, I want to understand what type of woman I want to eventually settle down with. So to recap thats:
1. Be more social, make more friends, go out often
2. Work out regularly
3. Get quality women
4. Be more Fashionable
5. Obtain idea of soul mate qualities
I probably will have more later on, but thats it for now. Any advice or feedback is appreciated. But for now, its goodnight, thank you all.
-Shadow
Sunday, April 6, 2008
On the Determent of Being Earnest (and Other Musings)
It's Sunday. I'm sitting in Starbucks. Time to do a Memento-style recollection of my week.
Lately I've been sarging more than ever. Perhaps more than I should. I decided to sharpen my skillset before leaving for Bermuda (in early May) but even I'm getting a little sarged out. Okay, no I'm not. But I've definitely seen some shit in that last few days.
Let's start with the end of last night.
So, it's around 2a.m. and I'm with The Golden Child, Sebastian (rAFC) and another AFC. We try to get into this exclusive NYC club and the doorguy laughs at us, tells us there's NO WAY he's letting in 4 guys unless we buy bottle service ($1,000).
I'm like 'Yeah right guy, PAX' but before I say it, Golden Child asks, "How can we get in without doing bottle service?"
Doorguy (who looked exactly like Brad Pitt) goes, "You bring back 4 hot girls, you're in." Golden Child acting like the arrogant PUA he should be, shouts, "No problem!"
Suddenly 2 other promoters appear out of the shadows, start laughing, and are like, "Because you guys are comedians, we'll let you in if you pay $80 cover."
GC keeping his frame says, "Dude, we'll be back with girls. Just wait."
Promoters and doorman start laughing again and go, "Here's the deal. You guys come back with 8 girls, we'll buy YOU bottle service." They all start laughing like hyenas.
We walk away with fire in our eyes...
We go across the street and invade a bar. No sets. We go next door, no quality sets. We walk down the block, no sets.
Where are all the hot girls in Manhattan at 2a.m.???
The AFC guy goes, "Let's just call it a night and get some food." Since I had some quality numbers to hit (potential same night pulls), I like the sound of this and agree.
But GC, wanting to show these pretentious NYC clubs what the deal is, says, "Let's keep trying to pull girls for the next 5 minutes." As he says that, I spot a huge group of blondes walk out of a limo. Without a word, I'm tracking them like a hunter. They're crossing the street. I get behind them.
Boom. I'm in state.
TJ: Hey, you guys walk fast.
HBs: (Turn around) What??
TJ: Get it up. (High fives one of the girls)
HBs: (Tentatively high fives TJ)
TJ: Worst. High five. Ever. I'm gonna get this girl in the gym. Get her working on some bicep curls. Then I'm gonna teach you some high five etiquette. This girl knows what's up. (High fives some HB laughing at this stupidity)
HBs: Hahaha
TJ: Cool, you guys are my new all-girl crew. You're gonna protect me from the fat girls. Hop on. (Holds out arms, two girls jump on)
HBs: What's your name?? Who are you???
TJ: We'll figure out all those details at (pretentious NYC club). Let's roll.
HBs: Okay!!
At this point, GC was working two other chicks in the huge set. We roll up to the club with this huge group of girls. Since the promoter and doorman had turned us away not 10 minutes before, they knew exactly who we were.
The social proof was unreal.
For starters, there was a HUGE line out front at this point, which I just walked right past. When the Brad Pitt-looking promoter saw me rolling up with 2 hot blondes on my arm, he ran over to the big black bouncer and had him open the velvet rope for me. So I go into celeb-mode and start acting all arrogant and breaking rapport with everyone.
One of the promoters runs up to me, asks my name. I just smile, look at both girls, and walk into the club. Promoters start flipping out because they know they have to get us bottle service now.
The doorman keeps repeating, "Impressive! So impressive!"
I'm like, "Yeah yeah yeah, so what's up with this bottle service guy? It's this girl's BIRTHDAY."
Girls are all like, "AHHHHH YEAHHHHH!!!!!"
Eveyone's BT is spiking.
I think someone pissed their pants. Whatever.
Just to be dicks, the doorguy actually made GC, Sebastian, and I pay a 5 dollar cover (wtf?!)! At this point, I was ready to walk away without these girls (keep in mind, when I go into celeb-mode, I stay completely congruent and paying 5 dollars seems like a frivolous hoop to make someone jump through). We pay and I see GC high fiving the promoters, telling the doorman his name.
When we get inside, two more guys run up on me and start trying to get rapport with me. They hand me a roll of ticket vouchers for free drinks. Again, when I go into state, I stay congruent so I go all cocky and act like I'm entitled to all this shit.
I see the GC giving one of the guys his e-mail address. When we're inside the girls are flocking around me so I plant myself, back against the wall. The girls form a little circle around me. I shout, "OMG, you guys are sucking me into a cute girl vortex, GET OUT OF HERE!"
All the girls start cracking up but their BT is way too high. There's no way I can maintain the energy level of these clowns. I end up fractionating the group, hand the girls some free drink vouchers (because I wasn't in the mood to drink) and go upstairs.
Upstairs, my state is redic. I walk through the club like Mario with star power. I walk to the balcony, look out onto the beautiful NYC night/morning. I see a couple girls dancing by me. I tap one on the shoulder, lean against the balcony, then beacon her to come to me. She complies. Her friend runs over, too. I start talking to HB1 and HB2 is behind her. HB2's head is peeping over HB1's shoulder. I start cracking up.
TJ: Look at you two. You're like her little parrot, perched on her shoulder like that!
HB2: What??
TJ: Cool, you talk, too. You want a cracker?
HB1: Hahahahahaha.
(The Judge is about to get negged hard.)
HB2: EWWWWWWW!!!
TJ: Huh?
HB2: Ew! You have a booger hanging out of your nose!!
TJ: Yeah, I like it there little birdy. Anyway...
HB2: No! Seriously! You have this booger hanging out of your nose and I can't keep talking to you until you get rid of it!
TJ: Hmmm..I'm just gonna let it hang there so it'll distract you and you won't be able to stop looking at it. Anyway...
HB2: No, seriously! You have to get rid of it. That's SO nasty. I'm trying to be nice here!!
TJ: Wow, you just can't get over this booger thing. Okay, let's make a deal. You can pick it for me. Go for it. (Tilts head up)
HB2: Ew! Ew! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! That is SOOOO GROSS. I can't keep talking to you!!!
TJ: Okay, later.
(HB2 starts walking away. TJ grabs her and spins her back around)
TJ: Come on. Pick it, baby. I LOVE when girls pick my boogers. Shit is SO romantic.
HB2: (Grabs TJ's hand and directs his hand to the booger)
TJ: (Pulls a very large booger from his nose...absolutely disgusting) Cool. Here's your prize. (Pretends he's going to wipe it on her)
HB2: AHHHHH!!!!! (Runs away) (This was an amazing reaction because I actually wanted to isolate with HB1 and wanted to get rid of the nasty booger hanging out of my nose)
Anyway, that story demonstrates how you can go from celeb-mode to creepy booger boy in 1 neg. While I saw the whole interaction as a frame-control thing, sometimes a booger is just booger. Which is nasty ALL the time.
Anyway, ironically, my "cool-guy" attitude actually almost costed us a very valuable connection. GC ended up chilling with the promoters and these guys promote for the BEST NYC clubs. They kept telling GC how impressed they were that we were able to pull girls like that. (In all honesty, I don't know why this blew these guys away so much. These girls could've been our friends...although, I think they might've seen me pull the girls because I picked them up across the street from the club.) Anyway, these guys said they'd hook us up with all kinds of free shit and some awesome NYC clubs. We'll see if they come through.
Anyway, I finally got over my SP of getting IOIs too fast from super hotties!
So earlier in the night, GC and I were purposely going into hard sets. GC spots this hotty crew of 3 VERY attractive girls (2 blondes and an exotic-looking Indian/Spanish girl) and 1 squatty ug. GC AFC friends are there who had just read The Game. They were looking up to Sebastian like he was guru so these guys definitely were def beginners (but cool nonetheless). Anyway, GC says, "Dude, I gotta show my friend how this shit is done. I'm going in!" GC rolls up on the set, opens perfectly, gets the girls laughing. The 2 blondes are leaning into him, but since he's against the bar, the 2 other girls (HB Exotic, ug obstacle) are cut off. One of the blondes gets a phone call and wanders off while GC has one of the hot blondes in iso.
His friends are flipping out. They're like, "WOAH! I never knew he could do this! He's like fucking Neil Strauss!!!!" I'm checking out HB Exotic and while GC didn't need a wing, I want this girl badly. So I tell the guys I'm going in to wing GC. I roll up to the set and see the ug dancing by the bar. I lock in by the bar, next to HB Exotic, and open the ug.
TJ: Look at you dancing like that. So fucking cute.
Ug: (Smiles)
TJ: (To HB Exotic) You know what I want to do with her? I'm gonna shrink her down to this big. Put her on the dashboard of my car. Get her doing that cute like hula girl dance for me all day.
Ug: HAHAHA
TJ: Stop laughing you! You're gonna get me into car accidents all the time. Because you're gonna be all dancing like this (Imitates the girl's dance) and I'm gonna be driving my car into polls. Thanks! My insurance is gonna be through the roof because of you!
Both HBs: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
TJ: You guys are cuties...I'm adapting you both as my new little sisters.
HB Exotic: Yeah!!! (Starts putting her hands all over TJ)
TJ: Okay, five bucks. Five bucks. You don't get to touch for free.
Ug: (Starts grabbing TJ) What's with this coat? Why are you wearing fur???
TJ: Glad you like it. You're a sweetheart.
HB Exotic: I do like it. You're dressed so sexy.
TJ: (Ignores her as ug starts adjusting TJ's tie, coat) Wow look at this, I'm gonna hire you as my fashion consultant.
Ug: Hahahaha...I LOVE the way you're dressed.
TJ: You guys are such cuties. (HB Exotic starts feeling TJ's stomach and her hand is moving down his body) Woah, what did I say about the touching. You're running up quite the tab, missy.
HB Exotic: (Squeezes TJ's ass) I'm taking you for a test drive.
TJ: Normally, that'd be 10 bucks. But I'm gonna let you ride for free because you're a cutie. (Ug wanders off because she sees TJ and HB Exotic getting very touchy with each other)
(Flirt for 5 minutes. Lots of kino both ways, RPs, whatever...at this point, I realized how hot this girl was. She literally looked like Jasmine from Aldin. So fucking hot and exotic looking. Also, she was sexual as a mofo. I'll say HB9.5.)
TJ: So, what else do you do besides pickup guys at bars?
HB Exotic: That's all I do. Pick up beautiful boys.
TJ: You're either the coolest girl ever or this total weirdo.
HB Exotic: How about a little of both?
TJ: Seriously, tell me what you do.
HB Exotic: I work in advertising. Tell me what you do, beautiful boy.
TJ: I'm a writer for (magazine)
HB Exotic: I. Think. Writers. For. (Magazine) are sooooooo sexy.
TJ: Shut up. (Starts making out with HB Exotic)
There was much more to this pickup, but this girl had so much sexual energy and throwing me so many IOIs, I had to control myself. To be honest, she was giving me so much compliance and IOIs so quickly, I thought they might've been fake or a shit-test. She looked a little older than me (late 20s) so I thought she might've been just testing me and not really that interested. But once we started making out, I knew it was ON. Anyway, this could've definitely been a ONS had her friend not thrown a fucking diva fit (the blonde who wandered off on the phone when GC opened) because the guy on the phone was her cheating finance or some retarded shit.
Anyway, I made some girl cry because I was winging GC and started talking to his target's HB7 friend. This girl was all over me (told me I look like Topher Grace wtf) but then she saw me talking to several other girls (one being HB Exotic) and totally lost it. (I actually DO feel bad since I know how shitty that feels.)
Another funny thing. So GC and I were out practicing some DG (I seriously need to improve my Day Game), and we were hanging out by the NYU dorms. As we're chilling there, who do we see walk by but Persephone (Affection's gf and wing woman). She took us to the NYU cafe (surprisingly no hot sets!) and we talked pickup for 3 hours (this girl knows more about PU than most guys!).
Finally, let's move to The Determent of Being Earnest.
The title is misleading. Going direct is the shit, esp. on HGs or when you have a limited amount of time. If you roll up on a girl and say, "Hey, you're cutie. We're gonna hang out. Give me your number." and she complies you're basically guaranteed a D2 since you got the number without any BT spikes, time investment, or the millions of other reasons girls flake. Ironically, the numbers you get in 15 seconds are more reliable than ones you pull sometimes in 30 minute sets. The whole frame of interaction is that 1.) you're interested, 2.) you're going to hang out. For her to buy into that frame (read: giving her number) means she's basically just committed herself to a D2.
HOWEVER, I realized the determent of this when I went on my D2 with HB9.5 Waitress. So, I simply texted her a few times (I deleted the texts, but they went something like this:)
TJ: You were too cute. I had to distract you for a second.
HB: ;-)
TJ: Call you tonite. We'll make plans for our cup of glorious coffee.
HB: Looking forward to it
Then I called, talked to her for 5 minutes. Immediately, I realized that I'm treading on thin ice. Usually when I call a girl, I immediately pump her BT with callback humor. What, when calling this girl, I had nothing. Of course, I was prepared for this and opened with a few BT-spiking stories. But still, this girl wasn't really getting into it. She was just like, "Oh cool" or "That's interesting" rather than the typical, "Hahahahahahaha" reactions I like to get. Not good.
But still, I set up the D2 and get ready to rock. So last week I had 2 other D2s, so I was all warmed up for HB9.5 Waitress on Wednesday. For starters, when she showed up I realized the fabled hotness of hired guns. This girl was no 9.5. I'd say an 8 at best. But still, hot.
Anyway, take her to the sushi place. While I usually frame it that I was going to eat there anyway and I'm simply letting the girl come, for whatever reason, it felt like we were on a date. So we sit down and start running through my D2 routines. But this girl was not laughing at anything or giving me much of a response. At one point, she was talking about buying a mattress from 1-800-MATTRES so I go, "Aw shit, I hope that left that S off for savings" and she just looked at me like I was retarded. So I'm like, "What?? You don't know those commercials?? Are you Amish? Do you churn butter??" And she says very matter-of-factly, "Um no." It wasn't just that we had no call-back humor and inside jokes, it was also I met a girl who simply didn't find my sense of humor funny and/or we weren't in an environment high energy enough for my style of flirting. Huge problem.
I ended up bouncing this girl to EVERY location in my D2. I ran every routine, tried every story, literally gave this girl everything I had as a PUA. And nothing. She didn't qualify herself to me. She didn't care about my open threads. She didn't touch her hair. She didn't give me any IOIs. And she obviously didn't comply when I tried to kiss her (about 3 times). Horrible! Ironically, this was completely related to my game, since it was my looks and confidence that got her on the D2 in the first place! Back at my apartment, we took a picture together and you can almost see in her face how disinterested she was:
If you ever see this girl, do not go direct game on her than take her on a low-energy D2!
Anyway, I realized I need to get another D2 structure for my direct game pulls. Tentatively, here's the new structure:
1.) Local gay bar for a drink - Gay bar is an AWESOME D2 spot (theoretically, I have to FT it) since 1.) super, high gay energy, 2.) totally socially proofed (guys will be hitting on me, NOT her), 3.) shows your comfortable with your sexuality, 4.) no guy would EVER take a girl to a gay bar for a "date"
2.) Ride on the NYC cable car to Roosevelt Island - Great because 1.) it's sort of romantic since you get this AMAZING view of the NYC skyline, 2.) lots of different places on RI that we go which will be great for establishing rapport, 3.) it's just cool in general for a lot of other reasons I don't feel like writing.
3.) Hookah bar or something else cheap I can do before bouncing her back to my apartment
Hopefully updates to come. As for now, let's just say my HB8 Waitress D2 ended up with her saying, "So we just totally didn't connect."
NEXT!
Lately I've been sarging more than ever. Perhaps more than I should. I decided to sharpen my skillset before leaving for Bermuda (in early May) but even I'm getting a little sarged out. Okay, no I'm not. But I've definitely seen some shit in that last few days.
Let's start with the end of last night.
So, it's around 2a.m. and I'm with The Golden Child, Sebastian (rAFC) and another AFC. We try to get into this exclusive NYC club and the doorguy laughs at us, tells us there's NO WAY he's letting in 4 guys unless we buy bottle service ($1,000).
I'm like 'Yeah right guy, PAX' but before I say it, Golden Child asks, "How can we get in without doing bottle service?"
Doorguy (who looked exactly like Brad Pitt) goes, "You bring back 4 hot girls, you're in." Golden Child acting like the arrogant PUA he should be, shouts, "No problem!"
Suddenly 2 other promoters appear out of the shadows, start laughing, and are like, "Because you guys are comedians, we'll let you in if you pay $80 cover."
GC keeping his frame says, "Dude, we'll be back with girls. Just wait."
Promoters and doorman start laughing again and go, "Here's the deal. You guys come back with 8 girls, we'll buy YOU bottle service." They all start laughing like hyenas.
We walk away with fire in our eyes...
We go across the street and invade a bar. No sets. We go next door, no quality sets. We walk down the block, no sets.
Where are all the hot girls in Manhattan at 2a.m.???
The AFC guy goes, "Let's just call it a night and get some food." Since I had some quality numbers to hit (potential same night pulls), I like the sound of this and agree.
But GC, wanting to show these pretentious NYC clubs what the deal is, says, "Let's keep trying to pull girls for the next 5 minutes." As he says that, I spot a huge group of blondes walk out of a limo. Without a word, I'm tracking them like a hunter. They're crossing the street. I get behind them.
Boom. I'm in state.
TJ: Hey, you guys walk fast.
HBs: (Turn around) What??
TJ: Get it up. (High fives one of the girls)
HBs: (Tentatively high fives TJ)
TJ: Worst. High five. Ever. I'm gonna get this girl in the gym. Get her working on some bicep curls. Then I'm gonna teach you some high five etiquette. This girl knows what's up. (High fives some HB laughing at this stupidity)
HBs: Hahaha
TJ: Cool, you guys are my new all-girl crew. You're gonna protect me from the fat girls. Hop on. (Holds out arms, two girls jump on)
HBs: What's your name?? Who are you???
TJ: We'll figure out all those details at (pretentious NYC club). Let's roll.
HBs: Okay!!
At this point, GC was working two other chicks in the huge set. We roll up to the club with this huge group of girls. Since the promoter and doorman had turned us away not 10 minutes before, they knew exactly who we were.
The social proof was unreal.
For starters, there was a HUGE line out front at this point, which I just walked right past. When the Brad Pitt-looking promoter saw me rolling up with 2 hot blondes on my arm, he ran over to the big black bouncer and had him open the velvet rope for me. So I go into celeb-mode and start acting all arrogant and breaking rapport with everyone.
One of the promoters runs up to me, asks my name. I just smile, look at both girls, and walk into the club. Promoters start flipping out because they know they have to get us bottle service now.
The doorman keeps repeating, "Impressive! So impressive!"
I'm like, "Yeah yeah yeah, so what's up with this bottle service guy? It's this girl's BIRTHDAY."
Girls are all like, "AHHHHH YEAHHHHH!!!!!"
Eveyone's BT is spiking.
I think someone pissed their pants. Whatever.
Just to be dicks, the doorguy actually made GC, Sebastian, and I pay a 5 dollar cover (wtf?!)! At this point, I was ready to walk away without these girls (keep in mind, when I go into celeb-mode, I stay completely congruent and paying 5 dollars seems like a frivolous hoop to make someone jump through). We pay and I see GC high fiving the promoters, telling the doorman his name.
When we get inside, two more guys run up on me and start trying to get rapport with me. They hand me a roll of ticket vouchers for free drinks. Again, when I go into state, I stay congruent so I go all cocky and act like I'm entitled to all this shit.
I see the GC giving one of the guys his e-mail address. When we're inside the girls are flocking around me so I plant myself, back against the wall. The girls form a little circle around me. I shout, "OMG, you guys are sucking me into a cute girl vortex, GET OUT OF HERE!"
All the girls start cracking up but their BT is way too high. There's no way I can maintain the energy level of these clowns. I end up fractionating the group, hand the girls some free drink vouchers (because I wasn't in the mood to drink) and go upstairs.
Upstairs, my state is redic. I walk through the club like Mario with star power. I walk to the balcony, look out onto the beautiful NYC night/morning. I see a couple girls dancing by me. I tap one on the shoulder, lean against the balcony, then beacon her to come to me. She complies. Her friend runs over, too. I start talking to HB1 and HB2 is behind her. HB2's head is peeping over HB1's shoulder. I start cracking up.
TJ: Look at you two. You're like her little parrot, perched on her shoulder like that!
HB2: What??
TJ: Cool, you talk, too. You want a cracker?
HB1: Hahahahahaha.
(The Judge is about to get negged hard.)
HB2: EWWWWWWW!!!
TJ: Huh?
HB2: Ew! You have a booger hanging out of your nose!!
TJ: Yeah, I like it there little birdy. Anyway...
HB2: No! Seriously! You have this booger hanging out of your nose and I can't keep talking to you until you get rid of it!
TJ: Hmmm..I'm just gonna let it hang there so it'll distract you and you won't be able to stop looking at it. Anyway...
HB2: No, seriously! You have to get rid of it. That's SO nasty. I'm trying to be nice here!!
TJ: Wow, you just can't get over this booger thing. Okay, let's make a deal. You can pick it for me. Go for it. (Tilts head up)
HB2: Ew! Ew! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! That is SOOOO GROSS. I can't keep talking to you!!!
TJ: Okay, later.
(HB2 starts walking away. TJ grabs her and spins her back around)
TJ: Come on. Pick it, baby. I LOVE when girls pick my boogers. Shit is SO romantic.
HB2: (Grabs TJ's hand and directs his hand to the booger)
TJ: (Pulls a very large booger from his nose...absolutely disgusting) Cool. Here's your prize. (Pretends he's going to wipe it on her)
HB2: AHHHHH!!!!! (Runs away) (This was an amazing reaction because I actually wanted to isolate with HB1 and wanted to get rid of the nasty booger hanging out of my nose)
Anyway, that story demonstrates how you can go from celeb-mode to creepy booger boy in 1 neg. While I saw the whole interaction as a frame-control thing, sometimes a booger is just booger. Which is nasty ALL the time.
Anyway, ironically, my "cool-guy" attitude actually almost costed us a very valuable connection. GC ended up chilling with the promoters and these guys promote for the BEST NYC clubs. They kept telling GC how impressed they were that we were able to pull girls like that. (In all honesty, I don't know why this blew these guys away so much. These girls could've been our friends...although, I think they might've seen me pull the girls because I picked them up across the street from the club.) Anyway, these guys said they'd hook us up with all kinds of free shit and some awesome NYC clubs. We'll see if they come through.
Anyway, I finally got over my SP of getting IOIs too fast from super hotties!
So earlier in the night, GC and I were purposely going into hard sets. GC spots this hotty crew of 3 VERY attractive girls (2 blondes and an exotic-looking Indian/Spanish girl) and 1 squatty ug. GC AFC friends are there who had just read The Game. They were looking up to Sebastian like he was guru so these guys definitely were def beginners (but cool nonetheless). Anyway, GC says, "Dude, I gotta show my friend how this shit is done. I'm going in!" GC rolls up on the set, opens perfectly, gets the girls laughing. The 2 blondes are leaning into him, but since he's against the bar, the 2 other girls (HB Exotic, ug obstacle) are cut off. One of the blondes gets a phone call and wanders off while GC has one of the hot blondes in iso.
His friends are flipping out. They're like, "WOAH! I never knew he could do this! He's like fucking Neil Strauss!!!!" I'm checking out HB Exotic and while GC didn't need a wing, I want this girl badly. So I tell the guys I'm going in to wing GC. I roll up to the set and see the ug dancing by the bar. I lock in by the bar, next to HB Exotic, and open the ug.
TJ: Look at you dancing like that. So fucking cute.
Ug: (Smiles)
TJ: (To HB Exotic) You know what I want to do with her? I'm gonna shrink her down to this big. Put her on the dashboard of my car. Get her doing that cute like hula girl dance for me all day.
Ug: HAHAHA
TJ: Stop laughing you! You're gonna get me into car accidents all the time. Because you're gonna be all dancing like this (Imitates the girl's dance) and I'm gonna be driving my car into polls. Thanks! My insurance is gonna be through the roof because of you!
Both HBs: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
TJ: You guys are cuties...I'm adapting you both as my new little sisters.
HB Exotic: Yeah!!! (Starts putting her hands all over TJ)
TJ: Okay, five bucks. Five bucks. You don't get to touch for free.
Ug: (Starts grabbing TJ) What's with this coat? Why are you wearing fur???
TJ: Glad you like it. You're a sweetheart.
HB Exotic: I do like it. You're dressed so sexy.
TJ: (Ignores her as ug starts adjusting TJ's tie, coat) Wow look at this, I'm gonna hire you as my fashion consultant.
Ug: Hahahaha...I LOVE the way you're dressed.
TJ: You guys are such cuties. (HB Exotic starts feeling TJ's stomach and her hand is moving down his body) Woah, what did I say about the touching. You're running up quite the tab, missy.
HB Exotic: (Squeezes TJ's ass) I'm taking you for a test drive.
TJ: Normally, that'd be 10 bucks. But I'm gonna let you ride for free because you're a cutie. (Ug wanders off because she sees TJ and HB Exotic getting very touchy with each other)
(Flirt for 5 minutes. Lots of kino both ways, RPs, whatever...at this point, I realized how hot this girl was. She literally looked like Jasmine from Aldin. So fucking hot and exotic looking. Also, she was sexual as a mofo. I'll say HB9.5.)
TJ: So, what else do you do besides pickup guys at bars?
HB Exotic: That's all I do. Pick up beautiful boys.
TJ: You're either the coolest girl ever or this total weirdo.
HB Exotic: How about a little of both?
TJ: Seriously, tell me what you do.
HB Exotic: I work in advertising. Tell me what you do, beautiful boy.
TJ: I'm a writer for (magazine)
HB Exotic: I. Think. Writers. For. (Magazine) are sooooooo sexy.
TJ: Shut up. (Starts making out with HB Exotic)
There was much more to this pickup, but this girl had so much sexual energy and throwing me so many IOIs, I had to control myself. To be honest, she was giving me so much compliance and IOIs so quickly, I thought they might've been fake or a shit-test. She looked a little older than me (late 20s) so I thought she might've been just testing me and not really that interested. But once we started making out, I knew it was ON. Anyway, this could've definitely been a ONS had her friend not thrown a fucking diva fit (the blonde who wandered off on the phone when GC opened) because the guy on the phone was her cheating finance or some retarded shit.
Anyway, I made some girl cry because I was winging GC and started talking to his target's HB7 friend. This girl was all over me (told me I look like Topher Grace wtf) but then she saw me talking to several other girls (one being HB Exotic) and totally lost it. (I actually DO feel bad since I know how shitty that feels.)
Another funny thing. So GC and I were out practicing some DG (I seriously need to improve my Day Game), and we were hanging out by the NYU dorms. As we're chilling there, who do we see walk by but Persephone (Affection's gf and wing woman). She took us to the NYU cafe (surprisingly no hot sets!) and we talked pickup for 3 hours (this girl knows more about PU than most guys!).
Finally, let's move to The Determent of Being Earnest.
The title is misleading. Going direct is the shit, esp. on HGs or when you have a limited amount of time. If you roll up on a girl and say, "Hey, you're cutie. We're gonna hang out. Give me your number." and she complies you're basically guaranteed a D2 since you got the number without any BT spikes, time investment, or the millions of other reasons girls flake. Ironically, the numbers you get in 15 seconds are more reliable than ones you pull sometimes in 30 minute sets. The whole frame of interaction is that 1.) you're interested, 2.) you're going to hang out. For her to buy into that frame (read: giving her number) means she's basically just committed herself to a D2.
HOWEVER, I realized the determent of this when I went on my D2 with HB9.5 Waitress. So, I simply texted her a few times (I deleted the texts, but they went something like this:)
TJ: You were too cute. I had to distract you for a second.
HB: ;-)
TJ: Call you tonite. We'll make plans for our cup of glorious coffee.
HB: Looking forward to it
Then I called, talked to her for 5 minutes. Immediately, I realized that I'm treading on thin ice. Usually when I call a girl, I immediately pump her BT with callback humor. What, when calling this girl, I had nothing. Of course, I was prepared for this and opened with a few BT-spiking stories. But still, this girl wasn't really getting into it. She was just like, "Oh cool" or "That's interesting" rather than the typical, "Hahahahahahaha" reactions I like to get. Not good.
But still, I set up the D2 and get ready to rock. So last week I had 2 other D2s, so I was all warmed up for HB9.5 Waitress on Wednesday. For starters, when she showed up I realized the fabled hotness of hired guns. This girl was no 9.5. I'd say an 8 at best. But still, hot.
Anyway, take her to the sushi place. While I usually frame it that I was going to eat there anyway and I'm simply letting the girl come, for whatever reason, it felt like we were on a date. So we sit down and start running through my D2 routines. But this girl was not laughing at anything or giving me much of a response. At one point, she was talking about buying a mattress from 1-800-MATTRES so I go, "Aw shit, I hope that left that S off for savings" and she just looked at me like I was retarded. So I'm like, "What?? You don't know those commercials?? Are you Amish? Do you churn butter??" And she says very matter-of-factly, "Um no." It wasn't just that we had no call-back humor and inside jokes, it was also I met a girl who simply didn't find my sense of humor funny and/or we weren't in an environment high energy enough for my style of flirting. Huge problem.
I ended up bouncing this girl to EVERY location in my D2. I ran every routine, tried every story, literally gave this girl everything I had as a PUA. And nothing. She didn't qualify herself to me. She didn't care about my open threads. She didn't touch her hair. She didn't give me any IOIs. And she obviously didn't comply when I tried to kiss her (about 3 times). Horrible! Ironically, this was completely related to my game, since it was my looks and confidence that got her on the D2 in the first place! Back at my apartment, we took a picture together and you can almost see in her face how disinterested she was:
If you ever see this girl, do not go direct game on her than take her on a low-energy D2!
Anyway, I realized I need to get another D2 structure for my direct game pulls. Tentatively, here's the new structure:
1.) Local gay bar for a drink - Gay bar is an AWESOME D2 spot (theoretically, I have to FT it) since 1.) super, high gay energy, 2.) totally socially proofed (guys will be hitting on me, NOT her), 3.) shows your comfortable with your sexuality, 4.) no guy would EVER take a girl to a gay bar for a "date"
2.) Ride on the NYC cable car to Roosevelt Island - Great because 1.) it's sort of romantic since you get this AMAZING view of the NYC skyline, 2.) lots of different places on RI that we go which will be great for establishing rapport, 3.) it's just cool in general for a lot of other reasons I don't feel like writing.
3.) Hookah bar or something else cheap I can do before bouncing her back to my apartment
Hopefully updates to come. As for now, let's just say my HB8 Waitress D2 ended up with her saying, "So we just totally didn't connect."
NEXT!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The life of Hengman.
Usually, on the weekdays, I wake up fuckin' early to get ready to leave the house. Always been a habit and will always be a habit. Also, the gym is my main hangout spot.
I've been talking to girls like...ever since. I'm shy at first, but I don't count myself as shy anymore. Why am I even labeling myself? She labels me.
So anyways, I'm currently talking to this Puerto Rican chick from Connecticut. She came down to Philly today.
Conversation went like this:
Hengman - Hi. What's the password?
Her - Pretty please?
Hengman - I CAN'T believe you forgot our password, but you know what that means? Anyways, I'm Jerry with a G. (yes, yes, thank you, TJ)
Her - Sorry when you was giving me the password. I was looking for my penny. I am Gisela with a G. Nice to meet you too.
I WTFed for a little then went back into charge.
Me - Nice to meet you, Gisela with a G. Well, anyways, you are wearing the fuckin' brightest dress that I EVER saw. Later, Cinderella.
Her - Is it really bright? I might have to get changed. Cinderella? That's cute.
Me - Yeah! And you know it! I'll so give you the trophy for your bright ass dress.
Her - That'd be a cool reward. Anyways, my nickname is Honey.
Me - Honey?! I love honey. That reminds me, but I need to get me another jar of honey. I just ran out today when I was putting it in my oatmeal. Thanks for reminding me. Anyways, I got a game for you. Answer this: Okay, so it's 4:15 PM on a saturday afternoon, we are traveling 90 miles per hours in a really nice...yellow ...Mercedes. Where are we going and why? After you answer, it's your turn for a question.
Her - Wow! I have never played this game before. Well, we're going 90 miles fast heading to Cancun, Mexico, and being close to the ocean, and because it's fun. Oh, and yellow is my favorite color. I have to ask now, so we are in a plane -- where are we going?
Me - On a plane, eh? Nice. Since you said Cancun, it sounds good! I would ALWAYS love to go there. And yellow is your favorite color, too! I can't believe it. I am so jealous of you. But anyways, I just thought I'd talk to you, and I thought you were cute and we should chill sometime. Got a number that I can call you with? I promise to only call you like 11 times a day!
I set up a day 2 and I never get a number. She then never gives me the number. I tried again and again. What a weird ass moment!
My target:
Thanks for reading!
Love,
Hengman.
I've been talking to girls like...ever since. I'm shy at first, but I don't count myself as shy anymore. Why am I even labeling myself? She labels me.
So anyways, I'm currently talking to this Puerto Rican chick from Connecticut. She came down to Philly today.
Conversation went like this:
Hengman - Hi. What's the password?
Her - Pretty please?
Hengman - I CAN'T believe you forgot our password, but you know what that means? Anyways, I'm Jerry with a G. (yes, yes, thank you, TJ)
Her - Sorry when you was giving me the password. I was looking for my penny. I am Gisela with a G. Nice to meet you too.
I WTFed for a little then went back into charge.
Me - Nice to meet you, Gisela with a G. Well, anyways, you are wearing the fuckin' brightest dress that I EVER saw. Later, Cinderella.
Her - Is it really bright? I might have to get changed. Cinderella? That's cute.
Me - Yeah! And you know it! I'll so give you the trophy for your bright ass dress.
Her - That'd be a cool reward. Anyways, my nickname is Honey.
Me - Honey?! I love honey. That reminds me, but I need to get me another jar of honey. I just ran out today when I was putting it in my oatmeal. Thanks for reminding me. Anyways, I got a game for you. Answer this: Okay, so it's 4:15 PM on a saturday afternoon, we are traveling 90 miles per hours in a really nice...yellow ...Mercedes. Where are we going and why? After you answer, it's your turn for a question.
Her - Wow! I have never played this game before. Well, we're going 90 miles fast heading to Cancun, Mexico, and being close to the ocean, and because it's fun. Oh, and yellow is my favorite color. I have to ask now, so we are in a plane -- where are we going?
Me - On a plane, eh? Nice. Since you said Cancun, it sounds good! I would ALWAYS love to go there. And yellow is your favorite color, too! I can't believe it. I am so jealous of you. But anyways, I just thought I'd talk to you, and I thought you were cute and we should chill sometime. Got a number that I can call you with? I promise to only call you like 11 times a day!
I set up a day 2 and I never get a number. She then never gives me the number. I tried again and again. What a weird ass moment!
My target:
Thanks for reading!Love,
Hengman.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I'll be involved a little less...
I'm 17. When I first started learning about pickup, someone by the name of "Tyler999" and I had a long exchange of private messages on the VA forums. I had read the Venusian Arts Handbook, but it wasn't until someone answered my questions in depth that I began to actually understand. Probably the best piece of advice that he gave me is something that I've seen Judge say to several people my age: work on your inner game and identity in high school.
For the most part, that's what I've been doing. Just looking back at my progress now, it's amazing how much I've changed. I virtually never "sarge"... ie go out with the express purpose of opening sets... instead, I just talk to everyone around me wherever I go. I'm not quite as active of a PUA as most of you guys, and I'm about to become a whole lot less active.
My teachers need to finish writing my midterm grades for second term junior year by noon tomorrow. Based on my grades, extracurriculars, and how I do on standardized tests, I'm pretty sure that if I focus on schoolwork right now that I'll be able to go to virtually any Ivy League school I choose, which is something I'd really like. What that means is that I'm going to be spending a lot less time on here, because the only real problem I've ever had with school-related stuff is procrastinating on it.
I'm still going to check in here, because you guys are great and I love reading your FRs, but I'm not gonna spend nearly as much time on this as I have been. But I'm not just writing this to let you know I'm not gonna be around as much... I'm also writing it for me: by putting this up, I'm making sure that I actually follow my word.
Anyway, this is way too long and you guys are all old enough that I'm not sure if you can really identify with my situation anymore (which kind of sucks, by the way.. yesterday Harvard announced that it admitted 7.1% of applicants for the class of 2012), but I wanted to wish you guys happy sarging! I'll try and check in here reasonably frequently.
For the most part, that's what I've been doing. Just looking back at my progress now, it's amazing how much I've changed. I virtually never "sarge"... ie go out with the express purpose of opening sets... instead, I just talk to everyone around me wherever I go. I'm not quite as active of a PUA as most of you guys, and I'm about to become a whole lot less active.
My teachers need to finish writing my midterm grades for second term junior year by noon tomorrow. Based on my grades, extracurriculars, and how I do on standardized tests, I'm pretty sure that if I focus on schoolwork right now that I'll be able to go to virtually any Ivy League school I choose, which is something I'd really like. What that means is that I'm going to be spending a lot less time on here, because the only real problem I've ever had with school-related stuff is procrastinating on it.
I'm still going to check in here, because you guys are great and I love reading your FRs, but I'm not gonna spend nearly as much time on this as I have been. But I'm not just writing this to let you know I'm not gonna be around as much... I'm also writing it for me: by putting this up, I'm making sure that I actually follow my word.
Anyway, this is way too long and you guys are all old enough that I'm not sure if you can really identify with my situation anymore (which kind of sucks, by the way.. yesterday Harvard announced that it admitted 7.1% of applicants for the class of 2012), but I wanted to wish you guys happy sarging! I'll try and check in here reasonably frequently.
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