FR: Tuesday Night
So Tuesday night I had a plans with a women I met working at a clothing store. Shaggy and I were about to go out sarging
when we stumbled upon this store and I figured why not check it out. After all, one of the things I have been trying to work on is my image. This women was a tall HB8 from the UK. I didn't use any routines on her other then just being cocky funny and confident. I was able to bouce her to a sushi bar across the street pretty easily.
Anyway, so I met her and her friend on Wednesday at a pretty low-key bar. We had some food and drinks and I chatted with her friend most of the night, not really paying too much attention to her. Then toward the end of the night my target and I started dancing and doing lots of kino. It finally came time to part ways and it turns out we parked in the same parking lot. So I started walking them back to the car. On the way my targets friend went to use the restroom in a nearby hotel. Finally, the first time we were alone together since we met. I grabbed her hands and made some hard eye contact. I leaned in and she was like "are you trying to kiss me?" to which I replied "no, it's not an attempt, it going to happen" and then I just went for it.
I'm starting to see a certain degree of consitency in practicing game and just by the mere fact of exposing myself to it, I'm learning what to do in certain situations. Also, Im starting to see patterns emerge and I realize once you reach a certain point in an interaction, you can really guide it to wherever you want to take it. I think I'm becoming addicted to social interaction. It really is amazing the things you can do with the right information. Until next time...
Nightwolf
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I was there and saw it!!!!
I would like to give my version of this story.
Since starting this path from miserable to supremely charming, I observed from the many videos I downloaded through the gracious service of BitTorrent that all the mPUA
s and PUA
Gurus have a certain feminine quality. That is not to say that they seem gay, it is just that with the possible exception of Hypnotica, they all have a quality that in earlier epochs might have been called foppish in fashion and style aspect. Those steroid laden, muscled guys who are a parody of masculinity who wear Don Hardy shirts and are lined up with their backs to the wall of clubs are not getting laid, they are not getting the girl. It is the men who understand relationships, love fashion, and have begun to be heterosexual men who think like women who get their quarry. To that end, Nightwing and I have taken a keen interest in fashion and shopping. We have also begun taking salsa lessons. (Imagine that! To get more women we learn about those things which interest women! That does not mean I sold my vintage watches, guns, intellectual and academic books, it just means that we have begun to become more of the sorts of men whom women find alluring and attractive.)
So, there we were in Delray, and a few clothing stores were still open, even though our intent was to go to a club where we had fun previously. Nightwolf said, "Let's go in here". He meant that store, and he started talking to the woman who was behing the counter about clothes, joking in a playful way. I began to converse with the older, red headed woman whom I thought was the owner or manager. She had that funky quality of someone who may have put on a few pounds, may cover her gray with red hair dye, but is still cool and hip and artsy and fun. (Remember, the true goal of PUA
is not JUST to get laid, but to have fun and increase your social circle.) I got a little bored of watched Nightwolf trying to decide which shirt to buy, and then he went to the dressing room to try on some of the shirts the saleswoman chose for him. I was talking to the manager and then we both heard female giggling and luaghing from the back, and then Nightwolf's voice. I have to admit, I was a little amazed and was in a state of admiration for my buddy. We JUST walked in on impulse and now he was gaming her to the point of mutual laughter coming from the dressing room. I was ceratin that for sure he was trying on more than shirts.
Finally, he emerges, makes his purchase, and tells the saleswoman to meet us across the street for sushi (Nightwolf's favorite). Maybe that is what happened, or she said, "Wait up, I will be right with you, let me close up the shop". I think I was in such a state of shock and amazement that he was able to meet, flirt and then bounce her to anotehr venue in such a short time.
Just so that you all will know, my boy is modest, >I< will do his PR. The woman was definitely HB8 in appearance, but she was older than him, SMART, and successful in her real job. (Fashion sales was a part-time almost hobby interest for her.) In terms of personality and other attributes she is HB9.5. Nightwolf did very well. We all should be proud of him. ;)
This brings me to another issue: confidence. I have seen how the experience of success bring about confidence, not the otehr way around. To all of you reading this, just remember, there is no rejection, ust experience, and eventually, with continued practice, you get better and have fun.