Monday, March 26, 2012

A word on canned material

I consistently see the question, "should I use canned material?"  Or new guys will ask me what my opener is, or what I think about MM.  Here's my take:  it's a great beginner's tool.  The first time I ever used this shit in the field, I used shit right out of The Game.  "You guys see the fight outside?"  "Who lies more?"  Etc.  Some sets went well, some did not.  What's important though, is that this material gave me the confidence to approach.  And approach I did.  However, I found that when I ran out of material, the conversation became a little stilted.  I asked myself "am I in C3 or A1?"  "Should I be DHV'ing right now?  Am I showing too much interest?"  Eventually, when I tried to expand on the canned openers into the other material, my head got too crowded and my interactions became too stilted.

It wasn't until I went out with the BAS crew that I realized you don't need openers, DHV stories, or any of that other crap.  You just need to go up to girls, with confidence, and start talking.  It helps if you are a good communicator, and imho, a compliment is better than a neg any day of the week.  That doesn't mean you shouldn't be teasing, teasing is flirting.

So what's my stance on canned material?  Great to use the openers when first going out.  It gets you out of your head and into the mode where you are constantly opening sets and talking to women.  However, I would suggest you not become too dependent on the canned openers, as I believe you can only go so far with them. I am not a Mystery or MM hater in any sense of the word.  I just think that there is a natural progression from MM to natural game.

BONUS:  FR from 3/23/12

Will make it short.  Went out with a newbie.  First set we were in I opened while I was ordering my drink.  Told the gal she looked like a pinup model ("hope I'm not being too forward, but....").  She was duly impressed.  Her friend came over and introduced me.  I was in.  Sister came in and I am very solidly in the group.  So much so that my wing, who has little to no experience, was able to hold a conversation well enough for me to excuse myself and leave the restroom.  At one point, they even offered me a shot of rum from out of the pint of rum they smuggled into the bar, lol.

Logistics were off because my A1 target was engaged (this was her makeup bachelorette party) and my A2 target was isolated while A3 chatted my fucking ear off.  At one point I just stopped A3, turned to A2 and said, "I find you really attractive and I'd love to take you out sometime.  Give me your number so we can make that happen."  Hand her my phone.  She waffles but A1 takes it and says, "I'll give you her number."  :) get in with the friends.  Stayed in set after number close, then bounce.

At the next spot I was in the zone opening sets left and right.  Talking to this real cutie who was ultra into me.  "We should totally hang out sometime."  Her:  "Yeah."  Me:  How do we do that?  Her:  I could take your number.  Me:  No.  Her: OK, I'll give you mine.  LOL.  Only problem is she has a 4 y/o kid, so dunno if I'm gonna hit it.

Went for a few k-closes and, while not getting blown out, they did not stick.  My recent goal has been to ESCALATE, so I'm glad I'm going for it.

Oh.  And later in the night I got into a fight :)


Thursday, March 22, 2012

3/22/12 Musings

I've been gaming a girl whom I have feelings for (call her Jezabel).  It's a strange thing to game a girl whom I actually like as a person.  I am used to gaming random chicks in bars who are into me.  It's a completely new game.  Some thoughts on gaming girls you like:

1.  Have no fear of the friend zone.  "Friend zones" are a high school thing, imho.  As you get older (and as a consequence, game older women), women you meet will want to "get to know you better" (e.g., not just fuck).  It's fine to build a woman's comfort level with you.  Just remain a sexual being and she'll know you're not just "the friend" type.

2.  It's fun, exciting, and scary gaming a girl you like.  When I game in clubs, I have almost no fear of approaching because I don't care what the outcome is.  I've never seen the girl before and I might not ever again.  But with a gal I like, it's a new game.  I think "don't mess this up" and get into my head a lot more.  It's not necessarily a bad thing because I think about it a lot more and the interaction is on-a-whole better.

3.  All that said, I've got to make a move, but I've been a pussy.  It's easy kissing girls you've just met.  It's tougher when you've developed a friendship with a woman.

I'll keep you guys up to date.  In the meantime, here's a mini FR from last night.

Hit up happy hour b/c I was too sore to go to gym and needed to unwind.  Sent out some texts, but it looked like I was riding solo.  Pinged FWB, but she was out of town.  Pinged some girl whom I "nexted," but she was being coy.  WHATEVER.  I thought to myself "you are the party.  You are the value" and decided to have a good time.  Went outside and talked to some JAP (jewish american princess) and her friend who had piercings all over her face.  I was only interested in the JAP, but at one point in the interaction, her boyfriend came, and I try not to game girls i/f/o their boyfriends.

Talked to everyone in the bar.  I know some people from previous interactions, so talked to them a bit.  Made some new friends.  Brought the value wherever I went.  At one point I was about to leave, but decided not to.  Went in and sat next to a twoset.  Started talking to them.  One chick was really hot, the other was good looking to.  I was not sitting next to the hot one.  Interaction went well, a friend (male) of the hot one came in and bought everyone shots.  Talked to him a bit (always giving value), then went back to talking to the girl next to me.  Dropped sexual hints in the convo, kino'd early and escalated.  Number closed, then said, "we should kiss."  K-closed that bitch.

Post Scrip:  It may sound like I'm misogynist, but I'm not.  I love women and am a bit of a feminist.  It's a product of (A) how I type and (B) how you, the reader, sees me.

Play on, playas :)

Saturday, March 3, 2012

3/2/12 [LR]

Another lay last night.  I don't feel like getting into the whole night, but there were a BUNCH of sets beforehand.  Last bar of the night, and we're all chilling.  I go to the bar and order a drink.  Naturally I talk to the girl standing there.  Can't say what my opener was.  Probably something like, "is this where you get drinks?"  Something stupid like that usually works wonders.  Anyway, at one point I just put my arm around her and go, "You're my girlfriend now."  She goes, "oh yeah?" incredulously.  I'm like, "yeah."  We start riffing on where we're from.  All night I was asking ppl if they were from SF for some reason.  She's like, "yeah, I'm from SF."  So I tell we're going to have to breakup because I live in San Jose.  Push-pull.  Push-pull.

At some point, she says something I like, so I reward her by telling her we're getting married.  She laches onto this like flies on shit.  Next thing I know I'm introducing her to the guys and she's introducing me to her friends.  I tell her friends that this is " my future wife."  She and her friends are loving it.  We're holding hands and talking.  She's got this glazed-over type look in her eyes.  A couple times I go for the kiss and she pulls back. All I do is reel back, remain non-reactive, then go for the kiss again.  Eventually we are making out.  It took a couple of start-stops as she would first not kiss me at all, then only on the cheek, then some pecking on the lips, then a quick makeout, then full makeout.  This is all over the course of 15 to 20 minutes or so.

At one point, her friend gives me a ring to propose, so I do the whole get down on one knee deal, put the ring on the finger, the whole nine yards.  Real suave-like.  Also, real chodey, lol.  But it fucking works and we're making out.  I think at one point she says she's going home but I can't come.  I tell her I just want to cuddle all night and not have sex, lol.  She sticks to her guns and says I can't come home with her.  At one point, and I have no idea why, she's leaving.  I think her friends were staying at the bar.  So as she's leaving I'm like, "I'll walk you out" or "I'll get you a cab" or some bullshit.  A cab pulls up and she gets in.  I can see that if I get in, she won't say anything, and if I say something I'll fuck it up.  So I get in and shut the door.  She gives the cab driver her address.  In the cab I'm thinking ("ESCALATE!"), so I start rubbing her leg and shit.  She tells me to stop b/c she's ticklish, but I keep at it, reeling back every so often.  I think she tells me again we're not having sex and I'm just like, "sure sure.  We'll just get naked and go to sleep."

OK, we get to the house.  Apparently it's her parent's "vacation house."  It's way up on the top of a giant fucking hill, overlooking most of the city.  She's like, "be quiet when you walk in because my brother's here."  I'm like, "OK."  We go in, she sneaks me to the bedroom and talks to her brother.  I don't want to turn this into a penthouse forum letter, but I think the next part is relevant to guys dealing with LMR.  Remember, I never said we were having sex, and every time she said we weren't, I was just like "yeah, yeah, sure.  We'll just cuddle, it's fine."

So while she's out talking to the bro, I get down to my skivvies and jump into bed, make myself comfortable. She gets in and we makeout a bit and I caress her a bit.  She says, "OK, time to go to bed."  I go, "OK," get on my stomach, and shutdown a minute.  Then I throw my arm over her.  Then I caress her legs some more, rub her pussy over her panties.  I stop and circle around, teasing, teasing, pushing, pulling.  I then go in, put my fingers inside.  Rub her a bit.  She says, "are you gonna lick my pussy?"  After that it was elementary.  Lick the pussy, feel her breasts, she pulls me up, I take off my boxers, tell her to touch my dick, she puts it right in her cunt.

Couple of other things about the night.

  • After making out for a bit or w/e, she's like, "don't you want my number?"  I'm like, "OK, sure," and hand her my phone.  LOL, I just don't give a fuck.  She's puts in her whole fucking name.  I swear, there is no fucking bigger IOI than that right there.
  • I hadn't been blown out in a while, and in my other sets that night, towards the end, I was starting to get blown out a bit.  Felt fucking GREAT.  I just went up to one of the BAS'ers and was like, "I keep getting blown out.  This is awesome!"
  • SF is such a fucking HOUSE of beautiful women.
  • I used the opener "Hey, you are adorable and I just had to come over here and talk to you" a couple of times.  Can't tell if it was better than my normal opener.  At one point I saw a girl across the bar and literally chased her down to tell her that.  She was with a whole bunch of guys and I probably should've iso'd her, but didn't and bounced out of the set when I ran out of what to say.  This is the biggest problem with this opener I think,  I use it, then I have absolutely nothing to say.  Maybe if I try it some more it'll go better.  The second time I used the opener, the girl bored me, so I started talking to her friend.  I think she got jealous because she came over and was like, "this is my girlfriend" and stole her away.
  • Doing the walk of shame at 7 a.m. on a Saturday is somehow less painful.
  • They're always skinnier at the bar.