Went to a Christmas party last night with a bunch of coworkers and some fun anecdotes broke out.
*** A friend brought a tattooed chick he is dating. From what they said it sounded like a sort of open relationship. I was pretty drunk so I didn't have my verbal filter, and somehow got her talking about the 16 Commandments of Poon. She brought it up on her phone and rendered point-by-points judgments. Her eyes lit up with agreement at "connect with her emotions," "be irrationally self-confident" and "fuck her good." Women will usually respond very negatively to game philosophy, but I'm meeting girls who are honest admitting that this shit is true.
*** Talked to a coworker who works and hangs out with a female coworker, and everyone is counting the days until they wind up banging. Said female has a long-distance BF or so I thought. Again without the verbal filter, I mentioned that lots of people were hoping they'd bang soon. He said "it'd be weird because we're best friends, it's even weirder now that she's single." This was news to me, I gave him a look like "and why hasn't this happened yet?"
This guy is no dweeb, he was banging married women for a while. Told me it was a lot easier to scheme the mythical seduction when she wasn't on the market. Maybe he's worried about getting locked down if that happens, but I think he's just having trouble wrapping his mind around getting the job done now that it is in reach. I'm not ashamed to say I've experienced the same anxiety in my day, it can be unnerving to know that the only thing between you and success is you. It goes away the more experienced I get.
*** Another guy I work with brought a "friend." Dude is a nice guy but super beta (but I repeat myself), we are suspicious he is a virgin. His friend was a former coworker, she is hot - a 7 for sure, adjusted for the people at this party she was a 9. She had a little bit of that snarky/bitchy quality that educated women get when they are around deferential white-collar men. She seemed to be giving him a lot of attention, but I couldn't quite tell if it was orbiter payments or subdued sexual vibe.
I chatted with her for a bit, she was getting a rotating series of her date's friends giving her the conversational treatment. I couldn't really pick up too much interest but she wasn't ignoring me, and I know my game is better than theirs so I was in good shape. I tried to fish for whether she was into, she says "oh I love him! We're such good friends." Check.
Privately, I asked her date what was going on. "Oh there's no chance for me at all, you can hit on her if you want." (I had already done so.) I told him to grab her ass, he said he'd done that and other moves and it was all shut down. I shrugged.
It came time for me to leave, and although I couldn't isolate her from all these orbiters I figured I might as well make some kind of move. The combination of drink and my recent frame gave me a halo of boldness, the "in the zone" of good game that we all seek to reach. I looked her straight in the eye and said plainly:
"Look, we're both fascinating people - give me your phone number and we will meet up again."
"I don't know, I'm really good friends with BetaDude, it would be weird giving you my number right here."
"So move over here" - I stepped one big step away from the group. She follows.
"BetaDude actually already gave me clearance. [She gets a confused look on her face, I pause]...actually that's bullshit." What's funny is that it wasn't bullshit, I was lying to create a rogue's frame and look as though I didn't care about the approval of BetaDude.
"I figured."
"Look, you're going to let the best guy you've ever met walk out that door and not even give him your phone number?" This wasn't bullshit, I was so dialed in I totally believed it.
"OK, I'll give you my number, maybe."
I take the phone out and she starts dictating numbers.
"Now what's my name?" (A final gotcha from her, typical of her I'm-the-princess-here shtick.)
"It's <her name>, I know your name." She must get a lot of drunk pickups. Then I left.
I have no idea if she was actually interested or was just giving me the number to shut me up, but it was a fun exchange of sidestepping some minor resistances.
All in all an enjoyable evening, I got up today and had a juice and reflected on a night well spent.
*** A friend brought a tattooed chick he is dating. From what they said it sounded like a sort of open relationship. I was pretty drunk so I didn't have my verbal filter, and somehow got her talking about the 16 Commandments of Poon. She brought it up on her phone and rendered point-by-points judgments. Her eyes lit up with agreement at "connect with her emotions," "be irrationally self-confident" and "fuck her good." Women will usually respond very negatively to game philosophy, but I'm meeting girls who are honest admitting that this shit is true.
*** Talked to a coworker who works and hangs out with a female coworker, and everyone is counting the days until they wind up banging. Said female has a long-distance BF or so I thought. Again without the verbal filter, I mentioned that lots of people were hoping they'd bang soon. He said "it'd be weird because we're best friends, it's even weirder now that she's single." This was news to me, I gave him a look like "and why hasn't this happened yet?"
This guy is no dweeb, he was banging married women for a while. Told me it was a lot easier to scheme the mythical seduction when she wasn't on the market. Maybe he's worried about getting locked down if that happens, but I think he's just having trouble wrapping his mind around getting the job done now that it is in reach. I'm not ashamed to say I've experienced the same anxiety in my day, it can be unnerving to know that the only thing between you and success is you. It goes away the more experienced I get.
*** Another guy I work with brought a "friend." Dude is a nice guy but super beta (but I repeat myself), we are suspicious he is a virgin. His friend was a former coworker, she is hot - a 7 for sure, adjusted for the people at this party she was a 9. She had a little bit of that snarky/bitchy quality that educated women get when they are around deferential white-collar men. She seemed to be giving him a lot of attention, but I couldn't quite tell if it was orbiter payments or subdued sexual vibe.
I chatted with her for a bit, she was getting a rotating series of her date's friends giving her the conversational treatment. I couldn't really pick up too much interest but she wasn't ignoring me, and I know my game is better than theirs so I was in good shape. I tried to fish for whether she was into, she says "oh I love him! We're such good friends." Check.
Privately, I asked her date what was going on. "Oh there's no chance for me at all, you can hit on her if you want." (I had already done so.) I told him to grab her ass, he said he'd done that and other moves and it was all shut down. I shrugged.
It came time for me to leave, and although I couldn't isolate her from all these orbiters I figured I might as well make some kind of move. The combination of drink and my recent frame gave me a halo of boldness, the "in the zone" of good game that we all seek to reach. I looked her straight in the eye and said plainly:
"Look, we're both fascinating people - give me your phone number and we will meet up again."
"I don't know, I'm really good friends with BetaDude, it would be weird giving you my number right here."
"So move over here" - I stepped one big step away from the group. She follows.
"BetaDude actually already gave me clearance. [She gets a confused look on her face, I pause]...actually that's bullshit." What's funny is that it wasn't bullshit, I was lying to create a rogue's frame and look as though I didn't care about the approval of BetaDude.
"I figured."
"Look, you're going to let the best guy you've ever met walk out that door and not even give him your phone number?" This wasn't bullshit, I was so dialed in I totally believed it.
"OK, I'll give you my number, maybe."
I take the phone out and she starts dictating numbers.
"Now what's my name?" (A final gotcha from her, typical of her I'm-the-princess-here shtick.)
"It's <her name>, I know your name." She must get a lot of drunk pickups. Then I left.
I have no idea if she was actually interested or was just giving me the number to shut me up, but it was a fun exchange of sidestepping some minor resistances.
All in all an enjoyable evening, I got up today and had a juice and reflected on a night well spent.
