A spattering of random information

So my boss is out for the next few days leaving me plenty of time to post on this blog and get some reading done. Anyway, I have a head full of information I need to unload and will do so here, at my leisure...

First order of business: The D3 I went on last night.

So this girl is definitely hot (HB8.5). Actually, it's a long and complicated story none of you probably care to hear, but she's actually HB High School Flirt from Part II of my "PUA Autobiography". Suffice to say I had a checkered history with this girl, randomly ran into her at a bar near my apartment, and have been trying to close her since (with limited success). Anyway, she texts me yesterday to come out with her and her friends for Cinco de Mayo, but I don't want to show up all choded-out and alone. Ga'ash had an internet date and Golden Child's busy with law school finals, so I ended up inviting Casanova from NYC Sarge.

A few notes on Casanova: Ga'ash refers to him as Justin Timberlake and I think that's a pretty fair assessment. However, I'd add if Justin Timberlake was in the Russian Mafia. Cas is a somewhat short, stylish dresser who's been in the community 5 years and speaks with a Russian accent. His phone is full of numbers of every major guru (i.e. Jeffy, Craig from DYD, Badboy, etc.) along with hundreds of PUAs. His computer has over 100 Gigs of videos, ebooks, and audio seminars. He usually offers to do me favors like drive me places and asks me talk about game theory (something I never mind doing lol) and I think he records what I say (???). Anyway, I had plans to meet with him last night so I called him and said, "Cas, change of plans. We're going on a D2 instead."

Obviously he had no objection to this.

When Cas and I show up to the bar, the girls are getting hit on by some chode who looked like an overweight frat guy. Doing what I usually do to guys I don't know, I stepped in front of him, spoke over him, and greeted the girls (this is why I probably so many guys start shit with me haha). The guy immediately tried to "AMOG" me by putting his hands on my shoulder and saying, "Dude, we were having a conversation here."

I just looked at him like he was retarded and kept talking to the girls who were blowing the guy off at this point. The guy, realizing I know the girls, tried to switch his strategy (too late) by befriending me and goes, "Okay bro, high five!"

I half-heartedly high five him but don't even look in his direction as I continue to talk to the girls. Knowing I've now demolished the guys value (he's standing there the whole time with the puppy-dog face...I later found out he bought the girls 2 rounds of drinks so he didn't want to give up on his "investment" too soon) I feel I can leave the set to demonstrate non-neediness. So Cas and I start walking around the venue and end up sitting down and ordering some chicken wings and beer.

The girls come join us and I engage the 2 friends while ignoring my target (who's sitting next to me).

TJ: So who was the creepster you guys were talking to?

HBs: Ahhh, that guy was such a loserrrrrrrrrr!!

TJ: Yeah, HB High School Flirt really knows how to pick em. So what was his great pickup line??

HBs: OMG!!! He came up to us and said, "How many drinks would it take for a guy to buy you before you found him interesting." Before we could answer, he bought us a round of Coronas and said, "Well, let's start with 1." (Side note: I hope you're all cringing)

TJ: BWAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! Are you fucking kidding?!?!?!?! Holy shit, what a date rapist line! Why doesn't he just cut to the chase and tell you he's going to put roofies in your drinks...

HBs: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHH

TJ: Yeah, but you know what. Laugh it up, but girls are SUCH sexual predators. Cas and I were JUST talking about this...

Here's point number 1. Running routines with your wing is a sick, sick DHV. Since I know Cas knows ALL the community routines, I stacked into the TD Sexual Pred routine about dressing up in bitch boots and pulling guys out of the dive bar. Then I said, "Oh shit, Cas tell them about what you were saying about guys and girls having sex..." Which Cas was able to transition into the second part of the routine with the nerve endings. Aside spiking BT, it was a total DHV for both of us because it seemed we were reciting it more for our own entertainment than to "impress" the girls. Also, it allowed us to share the spotlight and isolate (since the two HBs wanted to debate Cas on his point and my target wanted to refute my point).

Since my sarging of HB High Flirt has been rocky, I knew I had to neg her hard. One of the best "negs" to use on girls is comment on their clothing. I'll list a few solid clothing negs I use:

For girls wearing black and white stripes say, "Wow, did you just break out of prison?" or "Oh cool shirt, you look like the Hamburgler."

For girls dressed in all black say, "Nice outfit, you look like stage crew." or "That color combination, or lack thereof, makes you look like an emo princess."

For any other type of clothing say something, "You look so European." (Doesn't make sense but they'll usually be like, "What? Huh? What does that mean?" and you say "You know EXACTLY what it means...") or simply, "That outfit is EVIL. How could you wear that?" (Repeat response for European outfit)

Again, these aren't INSULTS, they're simply playful comments. I used the "stage crew" line on HB High School Flirt and at first she started cracking up, but then she asked two or three times later, "Wait, but does it look bad?" (Which you don't respond to.) After she asked a few times though, I said, "Well, hmmmm..." then I pulled her neckline a little so her pink bra strap showed and said, "Aw pink. Look a glimmer of hope despite all this black." Showing: 1.) Openness to sexual escalation, 2.) Spike BT without choding out and being like, "No! It looks great!"

Okay, but that Day 3 ended up going nowhere (no chance to escalate in front of the friends) but Cas ended up #-closing her cuter friend who seemed into him. One thing of note, Cas recorded a movie of me gaming my target and one of her friends without me knowing it. Literally, he just put the camera on the table and started running a movie. Later in the night, I saw him showing it to Prof Steve and heard my voice coming from the camera. I was amazed to see myself gaming since I had no idea he had recorded. This was great because I got to see myself in set (without me trying to ham it up for the camera); however, I was shocked at how many mistakes I was making. I definitely seemed very hard-hard in the way I was kinoing both of the girls and the way I was using my routines. At points I was pleased with my BL and my roll offs but overall I think the videos will drastically help my game since I can see things I've never noticed I was doing.

Moving on, here's a great opener/routine:

PUA: Hey guys, do you think dogs can be gay?

Then make up some story about how your friend got a dog who compulsively humps other male dogs. Girls eat this shit up. In fact, I put this to great use with my pivot a few weeks back. So I have this VERY attractive pivot (HB9) who I'm half using as a pivot, half gaming (only made out with her but still...). While she knows I game other girls (and is into it), I don't want to divulge too much of what I'm doing to her for fear of coming off creepy. So here's a great way to bait your pivot into encouraging you to open:

TJ: So HB9 Pivot, we've been having this heated debate at work: Can dogs be gay?

HB9 Pivot: (Answers, whatever)

TJ: That is SUCH a typical girl answer. I'll bet if you asked 10 girls, 9 would you say the EXACT same thing. And the 1 who didn't probably is actually a man anyway.

HB Pivot: Hahahaha, yes/no/whatever.... You should ask a girl!

TJ: Hmmm okay, (turns to adjacent set) HEY GUYS! My girlfriend and I were just having this debate...

I was opening sets like butter using this method. It's such easy callback humor/set opening routine. Just use whatever happened in the set as evidence to support your case (which your pivot will be like, "Well, ask another girl") OR as an anomaly (which you say, "Let's get another opinion"). Boom, social proof.

Anyway, other things I want to point out were mentioned by Warlock in his Newbie Sarge FR. To bring you up to speed, Dave Love Pirate asked me to help out with this newbie sarge he set up. It was basically a night where the guys from the NYC Sarge forum were going to meet up and run sets. I was under the impression I was just going to critique these guys and didn't think I'd end up running any serious sets. I was also especially excited to meet these guys who call themselves The Legion of Superfreaks. If you guys get a free moment, read some of Warlock's LOSF FRs, they're awesome!

So, I show up to this thing and am shocked at the turnout. There were close to 30 guys!! Dave was in his glory as he lives for the community and helping newbs. After some bullshitting and ice-breaking, we head to what has come to be known as the "PUA Okay Corral" and run game. Warlock wrote up a very telling description so I won't reiterate what he wrote. But you should notice two things he pointed out:

1.) I have other people spot my sets for me
2.) I open as if I'm just wandering by and happen to notice HBs

Okay, so first point: I have other people spot my sets for me. This is a KEY KEY KEY part in opening. Usually I'll say to my wing, "Okay, spot a set and I'll open." This will make your AA non-existent and create an AWESOME spontaneous vibe. Why? Well, picture it:

My wing and I are talking as my back is facing the set I want to open. My wing says, "Okay, over your shoulder, there's a HOT mixed three set. Open!" Before I even look at them, I'm already turning my head and saying, "Hey guys!" This disarms any bitch shield or AMOGs because you're entering the set AS IF THEY'RE ANYONE. For all they know, you had no idea what they looked like or who they were. As you turn around, you deliver the rest of your opener, i.e.: "Real quick, do you guys think dogs can be gay?" Opening this way seems TRULY genuine and not try-hard at all. It really appears as if you're just talking to your friend and you're turning to the nearest strangers being social. If the set you want to approach is not adjacent to you, refer to my second point...

....I open as if I'm just walking and happen to notice HBs. This sort of opener works just like casually asking over your shoulder. I usually walk by, big smile on my face, then stop as if an after thought and say my opener. Again, with practice you'll seem as if you're a super high value guy living in his own reality who just likes to talk to people. These are KEY body language techniques that will open every set for you, regardless of what you use as your opener.

Finally, I want to report on a great tactic I use that incorporates my second point. Okay, so if you guys remember my FR/LR about HB9 Asian Model. This girl was smoking hot but was hanging out with a bitchy friend. Anyway, I don't want to rehash that story since you can just click on the link, but one set NO ONE saw me run at the newbie sarge was easily my best set.

So, I saw this smoking hot 4-set walk by (3 girls and 1 dude). Two girls in the set were blonde bombshell 10s. They looked like twins, one good and one evil. One was dressed in black, the other in white. They let the chode guy they were walking around with buy them a bottle of wine then sat at a table in almost the EXACT spot I picked up Asian Model. See, the problem with this position is it's out on balcony at a table in a corner. Opening means immediately throwing your IOI card on the table because there's NO REASON why anyone would walk to a corner to ask a random question on the sexuality of dogs. So the indirect opinion opener is completely out the question. However, not knowing the relationship of the guy to the girls, going direct is also out of the question. What to do, what to do? When I saw the HB Blonde 10 Dressed in Black get up, I knew what I had to do...

TJ: (Walks past HB10 Blonde In Block, looks over balcony at the NYC skyline) Hey dude, I'm not from around here. What part of Manhattan am I looking at?

HB10 Blonde in Black: Hey dude? Gentlemen don't call girls dudes.

TJ: Yeah, but it was such a cool Nickelodeon show.

HB10 Blonde in Black: HAHAHA, I remember that one.

TJ: But Salute Your Shorts was wayyyy better. I wanted to go to Camp Ontowana so bad. I remember the day I found out it was just a t.v. show, my dreams were crushed...

HB10 Blonde in Black: Hahahaha, yeah that was a good one, too.

TJ: So dude, what part of Manhattan am I looking at?

HB10 Blonde in Black: (Looks at TJ like 'you didn't just call me 'dude' again') That's the Lower East Side.

TJ: Cool, so get this...(stacks into something ridiculous)

(Once BT is spike and I've gotten several IOIs)

TJ: I can't believe you.

HB10 BIB: What?

TJ: No, I mean for a smart girl I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet.

HB10 BIB: Figured what out?

TJ: You can't tell from my accent...

HB10 BIB: I have no idea what you're talking about.

TJ: My accent is straight New York. I can't believe you actually believed me what I said I wasn't from here. I know that's the Lower East Side...

HB10 BIB: (Punches TJ's arm) Then why'd you come over here and ask???

TJ: (Smile) Well, you looked interesting with your little black turtle neck and classy glass of wine. I noticed you and I was like, 'I gotta find out if that girl's cool or she's just a poser.' But I couldn't just come over like all these schmucks (points over balcony) so I had to have a pretense. Even though you failed my gullibility test, you've racked up some cool points with me.

HB10 BIB: You shit! Hahahaha, I can't believe you!

Calibration is key.

PAX.
~TJ

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!