So, I’ve been on this forum for a long time and I’ve noticed a slip from what it once was (a “game” or PUA forum) to whatever it now is--lots of politics and cryptocurrency things--and that’s fine. There is nothing wrong with being well versed in current affairs, nor gambling away your (or your families) hard earned wages, but let’s not forget a couple things, eh?
The discussion of politics is not particularly great in seduction, as it can be both uplifting and cumbersome, depending on the audience, and finance is even less provocative. It can dry up a pussy faster than you can throw out Benjamins. Unless, of course, you’re throwing Benjamins at said pussy, which has never yielded a favorable return.
For a moment, let’s exclude politics from our realm of panty-dropping parlance and, if we could, momentarily forget the thing which is “everything you don’t know about computers combined with everything you don’t know about finance--aka cryptocurrency” and focus on Game. After all, a man makes money; money doesn’t make a man. Politics will always be there if we need or choose to invoke it.
I had an interesting conversation tonight with a guy I met at happy hour. I don’t say this in that it was interesting to me particularly; it was really rather trite, but I’ll let you decide.
I was invited to meet a friend for a beer at a local establishment. I arrived early and took a seat at the bar next to a couple of mildly attractive women (a 6 and a 5). There was a plate of untouched food between us, so obviously someone was there before me, but was absent. I ordered a drink and waited for my friend to arrive. The girls were chatting at the end of the bar and I was eavesdropping. They were “typical.” Every player will know immediately the type when I say they conversed in nonsensical bullshit--chattering about their day at the office, what so-and-so said at the copy machine, who was fucking who in the office, blah, blah, blah.... Industry standard. Two mid-to-late 30 somethings, no rings on their fingers, bleached blondes, dressed to the 9’s, but just couldn’t pull it off.
Then the dude who had left his plate there returned. He had received a call from his sister who was planning a visit this weekend for Easter, he told the bartender. He sat down and began to eat, but then interrupted the girls at the end of the bar and interjected in their conversation. From the tone of his voice, I began to hear the spiral of shot-down aircraft hurling towards the earth. He asked them what they did for a living (fail--worst opener ever). They answered, “We’re both in sales.” They didn’t offer anything other than that. He followed with, “Oh, well I’m in the medical field.” He left nothing to chance and volunteered this on his own--weak. He was saved by one of the girl’s phone ringing, a call which she answered, so it (sort of) isolated him with the other, more attractive girl. He repeated that he was in the medical field and she asked him how so. He replied he was a nurse... I can see this going south, but I said nothing. He then explained that he was an older guy, going through a divorce, had a son, was fighting for custody, just bought a boat, didn’t know how to use it, and asked the girl out for a boat trip this weekend. All this happened in the time it took to take a breath. I cringed for him.
The girl declined him and said she already had plans--go figure. Desperation is a stinky cologne.
My friend arrived and we exchanged “hellos.” He quickly saw a girl he was interested in and went off to her. The dude next to me recognized my friend and seeing we have a friend in common, he started talking to me. I was polite and kind of brushed him off, but he seemed like a genuine dude, so I offered him some advice... I said, “Hey, I don’t wanna be weird, but I couldn’t help but notice, you approached those two chicks with no hesitation, you just didn’t have the tools to close.”
He asked, “What tools?”
I said, “Well, you didn’t have a good opener and then you didn’t have a hook.”
He thought it was interesting, so I spoke to him a while about “game” without calling it “game” and he just agreed with everything I said and he actually got a little emotional about it, which weirded me out, but I could see he was really hurting. He said he had wasted his 30’s with a woman he thought was going to be his “forever wife” and she had left him. It was a little soul crushing, but there’s no time for that.
We talked about fishing and boating. I told him a few things I knew and he listened intently. I could tell he was really intelligent, just socially very awkward--he’s been out of the game for years--his best years. So the conversation was jovial with an underlying weirdness, as is with people like him.
Then he asked, in regards to the girls at his side, what I would’ve done differently. I took a chance and said, “Follow me on this.” He agreed.
I said to the the more attractive girl, who I had overheard her name as Kimberly, “Kimberly, my friend and I were talking and we need a female’s opinion on this...”
She asked, clearly amused, “What is it?”
I said, “We were contemplating what would be the best way to open a conversation with someone you were interested in getting to know at a bar like this?”
The less attractive one said, “Hi, can I buy you a drink?”
Kimberly said, “Just make me laugh.”
I said, “For real? You’re a girl. You’ll laugh at anything.” Then she laughed.... lol.
Then I said, “You’re obviously a very pretty girl. Give me three reasons, other than looks or sexual prowess, why I would want to date you.”
See what I did there? I totally flipped the script. Now she has to qualify herself to me. Her less attractive friend started chiming in, but I ignored her. I listened in detail about how Kimberly was “a great person, faithful, funny, fun to be around, blah, blah, blah.”
After that, it was all downhill. We’re going out on the boat with the two girls this weekend.
The moral is, don’t open with some old ass “bar pickup” line. What you do, specifically, for a living does not define you as a person and it should not be what you rest your value on. It’s okay to be a little mysterious. Don’t dump all your problems on someone--it’s not attractive. You should advertise that your life is great, whether it is or not. And it’s not like you’re lying because who knows? In two weeks time, things can change. Never underestimate your wing man. Just relax and go with the flow. If you get blown up, so what?!?! Just keep rolling.
The discussion of politics is not particularly great in seduction, as it can be both uplifting and cumbersome, depending on the audience, and finance is even less provocative. It can dry up a pussy faster than you can throw out Benjamins. Unless, of course, you’re throwing Benjamins at said pussy, which has never yielded a favorable return.
For a moment, let’s exclude politics from our realm of panty-dropping parlance and, if we could, momentarily forget the thing which is “everything you don’t know about computers combined with everything you don’t know about finance--aka cryptocurrency” and focus on Game. After all, a man makes money; money doesn’t make a man. Politics will always be there if we need or choose to invoke it.
I had an interesting conversation tonight with a guy I met at happy hour. I don’t say this in that it was interesting to me particularly; it was really rather trite, but I’ll let you decide.
I was invited to meet a friend for a beer at a local establishment. I arrived early and took a seat at the bar next to a couple of mildly attractive women (a 6 and a 5). There was a plate of untouched food between us, so obviously someone was there before me, but was absent. I ordered a drink and waited for my friend to arrive. The girls were chatting at the end of the bar and I was eavesdropping. They were “typical.” Every player will know immediately the type when I say they conversed in nonsensical bullshit--chattering about their day at the office, what so-and-so said at the copy machine, who was fucking who in the office, blah, blah, blah.... Industry standard. Two mid-to-late 30 somethings, no rings on their fingers, bleached blondes, dressed to the 9’s, but just couldn’t pull it off.
Then the dude who had left his plate there returned. He had received a call from his sister who was planning a visit this weekend for Easter, he told the bartender. He sat down and began to eat, but then interrupted the girls at the end of the bar and interjected in their conversation. From the tone of his voice, I began to hear the spiral of shot-down aircraft hurling towards the earth. He asked them what they did for a living (fail--worst opener ever). They answered, “We’re both in sales.” They didn’t offer anything other than that. He followed with, “Oh, well I’m in the medical field.” He left nothing to chance and volunteered this on his own--weak. He was saved by one of the girl’s phone ringing, a call which she answered, so it (sort of) isolated him with the other, more attractive girl. He repeated that he was in the medical field and she asked him how so. He replied he was a nurse... I can see this going south, but I said nothing. He then explained that he was an older guy, going through a divorce, had a son, was fighting for custody, just bought a boat, didn’t know how to use it, and asked the girl out for a boat trip this weekend. All this happened in the time it took to take a breath. I cringed for him.
The girl declined him and said she already had plans--go figure. Desperation is a stinky cologne.
My friend arrived and we exchanged “hellos.” He quickly saw a girl he was interested in and went off to her. The dude next to me recognized my friend and seeing we have a friend in common, he started talking to me. I was polite and kind of brushed him off, but he seemed like a genuine dude, so I offered him some advice... I said, “Hey, I don’t wanna be weird, but I couldn’t help but notice, you approached those two chicks with no hesitation, you just didn’t have the tools to close.”
He asked, “What tools?”
I said, “Well, you didn’t have a good opener and then you didn’t have a hook.”
He thought it was interesting, so I spoke to him a while about “game” without calling it “game” and he just agreed with everything I said and he actually got a little emotional about it, which weirded me out, but I could see he was really hurting. He said he had wasted his 30’s with a woman he thought was going to be his “forever wife” and she had left him. It was a little soul crushing, but there’s no time for that.
We talked about fishing and boating. I told him a few things I knew and he listened intently. I could tell he was really intelligent, just socially very awkward--he’s been out of the game for years--his best years. So the conversation was jovial with an underlying weirdness, as is with people like him.
Then he asked, in regards to the girls at his side, what I would’ve done differently. I took a chance and said, “Follow me on this.” He agreed.
I said to the the more attractive girl, who I had overheard her name as Kimberly, “Kimberly, my friend and I were talking and we need a female’s opinion on this...”
She asked, clearly amused, “What is it?”
I said, “We were contemplating what would be the best way to open a conversation with someone you were interested in getting to know at a bar like this?”
The less attractive one said, “Hi, can I buy you a drink?”
Kimberly said, “Just make me laugh.”
I said, “For real? You’re a girl. You’ll laugh at anything.” Then she laughed.... lol.
Then I said, “You’re obviously a very pretty girl. Give me three reasons, other than looks or sexual prowess, why I would want to date you.”
See what I did there? I totally flipped the script. Now she has to qualify herself to me. Her less attractive friend started chiming in, but I ignored her. I listened in detail about how Kimberly was “a great person, faithful, funny, fun to be around, blah, blah, blah.”
After that, it was all downhill. We’re going out on the boat with the two girls this weekend.
The moral is, don’t open with some old ass “bar pickup” line. What you do, specifically, for a living does not define you as a person and it should not be what you rest your value on. It’s okay to be a little mysterious. Don’t dump all your problems on someone--it’s not attractive. You should advertise that your life is great, whether it is or not. And it’s not like you’re lying because who knows? In two weeks time, things can change. Never underestimate your wing man. Just relax and go with the flow. If you get blown up, so what?!?! Just keep rolling.