[Comte De St. Germain]

(05-09-2015 07:35 PM)WestIndianArchie Wrote:  

(05-09-2015 06:41 PM)monster Wrote:  

(05-09-2015 03:36 PM)WestIndianArchie Wrote:  

@monster, it's all about delivery

And how exactly do you deliver "let's go get ice cream" in a cool way? Seems like an oxymoron.

"we gonna do some new shit tonight. You have a hat? Bring it"
*rolls up to gelato spot*

I don't ask a girl anything.
I leave things out so she has ask me questions.
I give her uncertainty.
I give her pleasure
I give her novelty
She likes what i have to say, but she can't predict it.
She likes the way I touch her.

She's never met a dude like me, and will never meet another dude like me.

I've fucked enough girls at this point, that I don't need to conform myself to their notions of how the script should play out. I don't jump through her hoops anymore.

I can take a girl to a boring ass silent movie date like a regular dude would, and put my ankle behind her calf. 2 hours of non-verbal communication, inching forward, keeping silences, glances, shrugs, touches and pushes, and whatever we saw she can't remember, but she can't forget what happened.

We can go to fancy dinner and i"ll talk to the people waiting in line and bring her into the conversation, put her on the spot, make her feel like a star.

We can go to Burger King and try to get busy in the bathroom, if she's hip enough to know that song.

What the "date" is, what the "activity I have planned for her" is immaterial in most cases.

I have game.

I see way beyond a lot of the scenarios that you guys come up with.

That stupid red pill and blue pill analogy that guys used to describe pick up, seduction, "the game" is about seeing the world for what it is.

But they focus on the 1st part of the movie, where Keanu/Neo gets pulled out of his normal life and sees himself as a human battery for alien overlords. He was never free to operate in that headspace that he lived in, the blue pill.

The proponents of the game never talk about the end of the movie.

When you understand this "matrix" that these chicks live in, you can see in "bullet time".

You know what a chick expects, she's going by the stupid pre-planned script that's been laid out for her.

Go to school
Stay pretty.
Meet a guy, fuck a guy that gets her vagina moist. Have her fun.
Years later, settle down with a good guy
Pump out some kids
Hopefully make it to the grave w/o serious complications.

When she's on the date, she expects to be picked up. She is waiting for a moment of chivalry. She expects the typical stupid conversation. It might even be lively, but it's not so out of pocket for her typical experiences.

So a square dude, a guy that isn't really in the game for real, he's just better dressed, more muscles, more socially active - he'll bomb with taking a chick for some ice cream. He'll get nowhere when he goes to the movies. He'll think the pussy in in the bag when he spends 200 dollars at the hippest restaurant in town, and wind up watching pornhub later that night.

The would be player thinks that he's being real slick when he picks the eatery 10 minutes walking from his place.

He's got this live chick in front of him, and the only thing he can think of is to get her into bed the fastest way possible.

People's conception of dating, of game, of the red pill, of the society we live in - is super narrow. They have very little imagination.

Most prefer to look at situations and think "that's not gonna work", as opposed to thinking, "how do I make this work for me?"

The only time I read about cats trying to get creative is when things are pretty much over.

My girl is leaving me, or left me.
How do I restart this cold text.

When they're in the thick of things, they're just going along with their own script. Never ever really thinking about the thing that they're doing. And chicks just follow who ever pulls the leash the hardest.

TL DR?

It's all in the delivery.

WIA

Can't agree more. Alcohol is only a socia lubricant that causes the out of the box mentality. It's why there's those "crazy stories" your friends tell you from nights out that you don't recall.