Hey guys, at work but I wanted to throw up a really quick post with something funny that happened last night. So I'm out with Prof Steve and Summa getting ready for a night on the town when, as we pull up to my favorite PUA stomping ground, Summa realizes he doesn't have his ID. Sucks, but we end up trekking back to the trashy bars by my apartment because I'm socially proofed there and they no longer card me (or my friends).
We end up at this big venue, very trashy, but which always attracts a decent number of HBs. So this place has "live karaoke" night where they actually have a band play and people come up and sing (actually pretty cool). While the noise level is tough to compete with, the quality of HBs this attracts is pretty good.
So, as we're all settling in, Sebastian shows up and we spot the only quality girls in the venue. It's a 3-set with a 7.5, 8.5, and an UG. So, now wanting to wait too long (being 4 guys standing around a bar), we all decide someone should open. However, no one moves. (This is a weird phenomenon I've noticed when going out in big groups of guys: PUA Paralysis where there's so many guys, no one wants to actually open...it's the equivalent of "Genovese syndrome" in psychology).
Steve says, "This looks like a Judge set" and pushes me forward. Happy to have an incentive to open a hot set but with a little anxiety, I walk up to the girls with a feeling in the pit of my stomach akin to the initial assent of a roller coaster (you know, where the coast is slowly clicking up the tracks right before the big drop).
TJ: Hey guys. I gotta know. Has anyone sung any Journey yet?
HBs: askljlfkjsdlfksdl (whatever)
TJ: Because I gotta sing "Don't Stop Believing"...you know what I'm talking about...
So the set opens, the girls start playing along. I tell them they can be my backup singers. Then I tell them they probably can't sing so maybe they can just dance around me while I rock out. I belt out some lines from "Don't Stop Believing". The girls are cracking up (I have a horrible voice "btw").
But logistically, I wasn't in a good place. I was closest to HB7.5 while the HB8.5 started to lose interest because she couldn't hear me (the band was playing loud). The UB, who was on my right, began to engage the HB8.5 thus shutting me out. To reengage the 8.5 would've been try-hard so I accept the situation and start gaming HB7.5.
And she was pretty awesome.
This girl gave me tons of compliance and IOIs right from the get-go. We had a great vibe and built a few plot lines and role plays together. At one point, I see Prof Steve and Summa enter the set but eject a few minutes later (Prof Steve later told me the friend said to him, "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I really don't want to talk to you" (!!!!!)) The UG quickly turned on me and tried to blow me out a few times. (Once trying the old, "Let's go dance!!!!" move where the friend replied, "In a minute, he's funny. I like him.") Anyway, after 10 minutes of gaming this girl I saw the potential for a full pull. She was definitely giving me the IOIs and my value was high.
But then my friends started pushing to leave. I don't blame them being this a very target-poor environment, but I still had some work to do in the set (seeding the D2, setting up an anti-flake defense). I tell them I'll meet up with them in a minute, turn to HB7.5 and tell her she gets 2 more minutes of my time. She claps her hand like a SeaWorld seal that just performed a trick.
I seed the D2, make an "engagement" ring out of her straw, then hand her my phone and say, "Okay put your number in." Let's switch to a script:
HB7.5: Okay, there you go. You better call me soon.
TJ: Look at this. We're not engaged 2 minutes and you're already bossing me around. You know, keep this up and I'm gonna divorce your ass. And I'm taking the cats. Fluffy's mine.
HB7.5: (Shocked face) (Said something funny, don't remember what exactly)
TJ: Hahaha, okay. I'll call you but if you come out, you better bring that feisty wit.
HB7.5: I will!
TJ: Good, because I NEVER meet girls who can genuinely make me laugh. Seriously, in my whole life, I've met like 5 girls who can make me L-O-L. Now, after tonight, I've met like 5 and a half girls who can make me L-O-L. Nice! I'm glad I came over here and talked to you about Journey...
Hb7.5: Five and a half? What do you mean?
TJ: Well sweetheart, you haven't totally won me over yet...
HB7.5: Ohh, and you're negging me.
TJ: Huh? (It was actually so loud I thought I was hearing things)
HB7.5: Yeah, don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're trying to neg me.
TJ: OH MY GOD! I know what you're talking about! From that show...The...The...
HB7.5: The Pickup Artist! Yeah, I watched it! I know alllllllllllllllllllllllllll about negs!
TJ: Holy shit, I've SEEN that show. I know what you're up to. What are you going to do next, tell me I have nice nails, then ask if their real?
HB7.5: Haha, yeah, I'm gonna start DHVing.
TJ: You know what, that's bullshit. I came over here and thought we were having a real conversation and you've just been doing "pickup artist" shit on me the whole time. Fucking girls, you guys just think about one thing...
HB7.5: Noooooo, we have been having a real conversation...I just thought that was neg!
TJ: Is this a neg now, too?
HB7.5: AHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Ah, frame control. The irony of it all...
We end up at this big venue, very trashy, but which always attracts a decent number of HBs. So this place has "live karaoke" night where they actually have a band play and people come up and sing (actually pretty cool). While the noise level is tough to compete with, the quality of HBs this attracts is pretty good.
So, as we're all settling in, Sebastian shows up and we spot the only quality girls in the venue. It's a 3-set with a 7.5, 8.5, and an UG. So, now wanting to wait too long (being 4 guys standing around a bar), we all decide someone should open. However, no one moves. (This is a weird phenomenon I've noticed when going out in big groups of guys: PUA Paralysis where there's so many guys, no one wants to actually open...it's the equivalent of "Genovese syndrome" in psychology).
Steve says, "This looks like a Judge set" and pushes me forward. Happy to have an incentive to open a hot set but with a little anxiety, I walk up to the girls with a feeling in the pit of my stomach akin to the initial assent of a roller coaster (you know, where the coast is slowly clicking up the tracks right before the big drop).
TJ: Hey guys. I gotta know. Has anyone sung any Journey yet?
HBs: askljlfkjsdlfksdl (whatever)
TJ: Because I gotta sing "Don't Stop Believing"...you know what I'm talking about...
So the set opens, the girls start playing along. I tell them they can be my backup singers. Then I tell them they probably can't sing so maybe they can just dance around me while I rock out. I belt out some lines from "Don't Stop Believing". The girls are cracking up (I have a horrible voice "btw").
But logistically, I wasn't in a good place. I was closest to HB7.5 while the HB8.5 started to lose interest because she couldn't hear me (the band was playing loud). The UB, who was on my right, began to engage the HB8.5 thus shutting me out. To reengage the 8.5 would've been try-hard so I accept the situation and start gaming HB7.5.
And she was pretty awesome.
This girl gave me tons of compliance and IOIs right from the get-go. We had a great vibe and built a few plot lines and role plays together. At one point, I see Prof Steve and Summa enter the set but eject a few minutes later (Prof Steve later told me the friend said to him, "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I really don't want to talk to you" (!!!!!)) The UG quickly turned on me and tried to blow me out a few times. (Once trying the old, "Let's go dance!!!!" move where the friend replied, "In a minute, he's funny. I like him.") Anyway, after 10 minutes of gaming this girl I saw the potential for a full pull. She was definitely giving me the IOIs and my value was high.
But then my friends started pushing to leave. I don't blame them being this a very target-poor environment, but I still had some work to do in the set (seeding the D2, setting up an anti-flake defense). I tell them I'll meet up with them in a minute, turn to HB7.5 and tell her she gets 2 more minutes of my time. She claps her hand like a SeaWorld seal that just performed a trick.
I seed the D2, make an "engagement" ring out of her straw, then hand her my phone and say, "Okay put your number in." Let's switch to a script:
HB7.5: Okay, there you go. You better call me soon.
TJ: Look at this. We're not engaged 2 minutes and you're already bossing me around. You know, keep this up and I'm gonna divorce your ass. And I'm taking the cats. Fluffy's mine.
HB7.5: (Shocked face) (Said something funny, don't remember what exactly)
TJ: Hahaha, okay. I'll call you but if you come out, you better bring that feisty wit.
HB7.5: I will!
TJ: Good, because I NEVER meet girls who can genuinely make me laugh. Seriously, in my whole life, I've met like 5 girls who can make me L-O-L. Now, after tonight, I've met like 5 and a half girls who can make me L-O-L. Nice! I'm glad I came over here and talked to you about Journey...
Hb7.5: Five and a half? What do you mean?
TJ: Well sweetheart, you haven't totally won me over yet...
HB7.5: Ohh, and you're negging me.
TJ: Huh? (It was actually so loud I thought I was hearing things)
HB7.5: Yeah, don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're trying to neg me.
TJ: OH MY GOD! I know what you're talking about! From that show...The...The...
HB7.5: The Pickup Artist! Yeah, I watched it! I know alllllllllllllllllllllllllll about negs!
TJ: Holy shit, I've SEEN that show. I know what you're up to. What are you going to do next, tell me I have nice nails, then ask if their real?
HB7.5: Haha, yeah, I'm gonna start DHVing.
TJ: You know what, that's bullshit. I came over here and thought we were having a real conversation and you've just been doing "pickup artist" shit on me the whole time. Fucking girls, you guys just think about one thing...
HB7.5: Noooooo, we have been having a real conversation...I just thought that was neg!
TJ: Is this a neg now, too?
HB7.5: AHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Ah, frame control. The irony of it all...
7 comments:
Hahaha, thats awesome. I like the engagement ring out of the straw, thats money.
Yeah, I actually stole that from Tyler but it's money stuff. Girls will keep it like they'll keep the toy from their Happy Meal when you take them to McDonalds for a D2 (Credit: Affection)
Man, the way you turned the PUA issue around was gold.
Thanks for the invite btw. Its micheal211 from the VA
lmao
TJ, you are one funny ass guy. I wouldn't be able to think of some shit that quick to get me back on my toes. Nicely done! Props!
So many people are afraid of being called out and you handled that amazingly, props to you man! You make me actually want to try and get called out and see if i can pull this off!
Haha, yeah this shit was hilarious. The look on her face when she was trying to convince me she wasn't a "pickup artist" was priceless.
While my reaction time in this situation was dead-on, I've obviously had "freeze-ups" where I had no idea how to react (i.e. "I'm a Born Again Christian"). The pickup stuff and "who's-chasing-who" frame is simple but the "hey this is my life philosophy" frame is harder to break. LOL, try this one out.
Impressive TJ, that's a great reframe if I've ever seen one.
I've never been called out, but that's only because the Pickup Artist hasn't been picked up by any local tv stations here, just on VH1 that not everyone has. So we're better off here in Europe still, but I am on my toes anyway
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