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!
5 comments:
Every time I read a TJ post I feel like I just took a college course in PU. There are always so many general and specific tips that I wind up reading it a couple times to catch all the drippings.
In The Game, Style talks about how he changed from AFC to PUA when he gamed that 2 set of 9 and 10. But somehow it seems like these TJ nights out always dwarf everything else I read.
Argh I need better wings...
Damn.. the wedding i went to was ridic but this sounds even better haha.. What club was this at?
Ga'ash you're going to piss your laughing when I tell you...that place "Mantra" across 2nd Ave from Opal. Such a joke. Apparently they're trying to make it into this posh, Meatpacking-estique venue in Midtown East. The promoters that Zack @-closed (lol) promote for Pink Elephant, Marquee, etc. so they seemed legit.
Saturday was an awesome night but Thursday and Friday were not so good. Guggenheim sucked and it's been discovered by those RSD assclowns (remember that jerkoff duo...Rico Swavae and his rockstar friend...both there and I watched them take 3 hard blowouts before I averted by eyes).
Anyway, are you going to AC this weekend?
sup man.. mantra haha.. thats funny.. Ive never been but guess i will check it out as its like 6 blocks away. Im actually gonna be in town.. a friend of mine is having a bday thing at mason dixon (the bar with the bull in the LES) on saturday. SHould be fun.. Im down to sarge thursday im pretty sure, and maybe friday also.. Lemme know
Damn, TJ!
You are the man! Making it too fun for everyone, now!
Much love and respect,
Hengman.
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