I'm currently working on being able to enjoy nights out without picking up chicks. Not helping this progress is that pretty much all my friends are very natural in their own special ways, so invariably, even if I don't try and pickup, my friends will just get chatting to chicks and need a
wing . What's a boy to do?
My friend opens this set who kept looking at him, and so I had to
wing , and got chatting to HBPromoter. I'm not consciously trying to run game here, but I notice myself following the process pretty well anyway - at this point, I've internalized a lot of attractive conversational traits, and have a good idea about how I'm meant to be escalating. It took a while, but now I feel I can just relax in to it.
Everything seems to be going well, but I can't get a number from her. It's weird, because it feels ON, but: no number. I even ask why, and get a bullshit answer.
I decide I've had enough of the night, and go and get my jacket to leave, and say goodbye. |Half-way out of the club (I could smell the fresh air outside ;-), I suddenly have a hit of reality, and think:
- I was having a good time, but I'm leaving because I'm pissy she won't give me her number
- That's fucking retarded
- I'm getting lots of interest cues from her, even if she won't give me her number - let's see what I can make happen
So I go back, and just completely ignore the fact I'd said goodbye and left, and my
wing is cool about not even mentioning this. Club closes. She wants me to look after her and her friend's stuff while she talks to the barman.
ALPHA MALE sense says "don't do it", but luckily, I don't listen to it. I'm trying to get laid here, not try and stroke my ego at the expense of a girl. I'm also starting to realise that a bit of 'supplication', later on in
the game , can actually build
comfort and trust.
I agree, and stand on the club floor alone for 5 minutes with two handbags, looking like a fucking melon. Then she asks me to walk her home. We get to her house, and I say I want to use the bathroom. She offers me a drink. We chill out, she puts some music on. I'm a little hesitant about physically escalating here, because she's seemed shy, so I turn to plan B: "Man, it's a long way home. Can I crash here?"
She says yes. Lights out in bed, I start making out with her, we have sex for 6 hours (and I turn up for work the next day in my clubbing clothes, stinking of sweat and sex, and end up getting a phone number from the client I had an unexpected meeting with - yikes)
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