LR: Poppin my colla partna NYC lay report

[Braddock]

NYC was a fucking blast. I flew out early on Thurday and once again they fucked up my flight. How unexpected. I was excited about NYC because I was going to get to hang with Sheriff. He’s a cool dude and really fun. Also, I had talked to my One on One several times on the phone and he seemed really cool and really excited to learn. He was a really interesting guy. Graduated from Harvard, lived and traveled the world, great energy and outlook on life. Those are my favorite guys to work with. They don’t expect you to fix them and they don’t hate life. Negative people fucking suck donkey dick to work with and in life in general. I use to be one. Now that I’m not, I can’t stand being around them. Also I was excited to meet Mr. M. Dahunter called me after he met him in LA and told me how amazing this guy was. I can learn something from anyone I meet, but I have to admit at this level it’s not very often that someone blows me away with their game or with something they can teach me to add to my game. Dahunter gets laid like a fucking rock star and has some of the best game I’ve ever seen. So, for him to be like “holy shit dude, you’ve got to see Mr. M in action, it’s sick,” I knew this guy must be the real deal. Dahunter said in L.A. that Mr. M closed a playboy playmate and that just talking to the guy helps make your game better. I said sweeeet! Sign me up! So I was excited about meeting him in NYC.

Since Mr. M and Sheriff were in town early they decided to go out with me and my one on one just for fun. We had a blast. Sheriff is great at watching someone in set and telling them what they can change to take their game to the next level. The student did really well and we had a blast. We went to several venues and even though NYC was kinda slow because it was a Thursday he still did well. It was really late so Mr. M and Sheriff went home and went to bed. Well kinda, Sheriff ended up getting a BJ from some girl he met in the elevator on his way to bed. Ha!

Me and the student went to a really cool club that his friend got us into. We opened a few sets and then I saw a 2 set at the bar I wanted to open. I opened the target and not the obstacle Ooops! She turned and looked at me slowly from head to toe. One of those “I didn’t know they stacked shit that high” looks. She didn’t even answer my question and she turned back to her friend! Lolol This kind of behavior only excites our hero. Our hero knows the remedy for such bitchy behavior is social proof. Off to go get that. So, I open a few sets get locked in and have them touching me and grabbing me. Fine, some social proof. Back to reopen Satan!

Braddock: “Excuse me Satan……”
Satan: Cutting em off before I could even finish my sentence: “Fuck off, take a hint.”
Braddock: “I was just going to tell you that you dropped your ID on the floor. But, hey nice to meet you too.” Our hero bends over grabs her ID and hands it to her, smiles and walks away.

It’s crucial during these shit tests that you remain unaffected by their shit responses. Don’t get mad and don’t try to act like it’s overly funny. Just handle that bullshit like you would if a five year old was talking to you. You wouldn’t get mad and yell and you wouldn’t try to look cool by laughing in her face. You would just smile and not care.

More social proof!!!! Now it’s time to own the room. I open multiple sets and merge them and bounce around from girl to girl and get locked in where Satan can see me. I don’t look at her, but I can feel her eyes on me. From a hot girl that’s all the IOI you’re going to get from a girl that has blown you out hard twice. She has to stay congruent in front of her friends to the bitch she was earlier. So your moment to strike for the third time is when she breaks off from her friends. (SIDE NOTE: Most of the time when a girl blows you out that hard just move on. I could tell this girl was attracted or I would have moved on as well.)
She goes to the bathroom by herself and she cuts her eyes at me as she is walking. As I see her coming out of the bathroom I catch her before she gets back to her friends.

Braddock: “Let’s start over, Hi I’m Braddock.”
Satan: “I’m Sara.”
Braddock: “Look I don’t know what all the attitude was earlier, but you don’t need the bar front with me. I know you have lots of options and you can tell I have lots of options, so get over the whole this guy wants me thing. You didn’t look like the normal NYC bar fly so I wanted to meet you. But, you’re kinda fiery, can you play nice or is that how you always are?”
(Social proof was key for all of this. If other girls like you then you must be cool. Her eyeing me and staying in proximity also let me know that there was a chance at salvaging it.
Satan: “I’m sorry I was rude, I’ve just had a bad day and we’ve had some weird guys hit on us tonight.”
Braddock: “I forgive you, let’s hug it out.”
Satan: hugs and laughs.
Braddock: “Wow you have normal teeth!?”
Satan: “lol What?”
Braddock: “After the way you acted earlier I assumed you had fangs.”
Satan: “lol Shut up jerk!”
Braddock: (handing her my phone) “Here I think this is for you it’s Satan, he said he wants his job back.”
Satan: “Now you are being mean.”
Braddock: “You deserve it. You embarrassed me in front of my other wives earlier. Did you see me crying? You’re lucky I stopped them, they were going to kick your ass.”
Satan: “O, you mean all those sluts around you? Yeah I could have taken them.”
Braddock: “Would you have used your pitch fork or just shot fire out of your eyes? “
Satan: “LoL, quit calling me Satan.”
Braddock: “Yeah you’re probably right, I knew all that shit was just a big front. You’re still evil, but not like I thought. You’re more like the margarine of evil. You’re the diet evil.”
Satan: “You are funny.”

Bla blab la for another 20 min. Kino through the roof at this point. She is still kinda being a bitch at times, but I know its on.
I tell her I’m leaving because I’m starving (I use this to pull almost everytime, which is usually true, but I never actually get something to eat, which is good and bad lol.)
Satan: “Wait, let me grab my friend and I’ll go with you.”
She grabs her Asian friend and we get a cab. We drop her friend off and she gives the cab driver a “non food address”
It’s like 4 am at this point and the cab driver drops us off about a block from her house. As we are walking toward her APT building she starts with the LMR. I am a beast at destroying LMR for a couple of reasons, especially on bootcamp. I really have no fear of walking away and because I’m literally leaving in 2 days so I don’t have time for any bullshit. There literally is no tomorrow.

The sexual tension was about to explode between us, because there were so many shit tests and so much drama leading up to this moment that it was ridiculous. However this kind of state pumping leads to amazing sex if it happens , but it can also lead to LMR if you don’t properly build fear of loss into the set once you pass attraction. I usually thread this during comfort. That way she has invested so much time into the interaction with you that the fear of loss actually means something. If you do it to early then she just lets you go even if she was attracted. You don’t have to be in deep comfort, just enough comfort to where she feels invested in the encounter enough to where she doesn’t want you to leave.
So we get to her door and……

Satan: “I’m sorry, you can’t come up, I know we will end up having sex.”
Braddock: “Wow, of course I want to have sex with you eventually, but I actually just wanted to hang out and get to know you better. I wasn’t worried about what might or might not happen. But, you know what, fuck this shit, I’m not going to let you disrespect me and act like I’m just another guy who wants to fuck you. I could have fucked any girl in that bar tonight, why would I waste my time on the girl who was least likely to have sex with me unless I actually wanted to get to know her?” (Don’t give her time to answer.) “Fuck this I’m out.” (Start heading down the street trying to hail a taxi.)

Satan: Sprinting after me, “Wait, wait!”
Braddock: Never breaking stride, never looking back at her, and even shrugging her off when she grabs my arm. “Nope, fuck this I’m going home. What a waste of my fucking time.”
Satan: “No, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Please wait. Don’t be like this.”
Braddock: “Look, I know you like me, but I don’t like all the little bullshit games. I’m only here for 3 days. I don’t have time for all the junior high shit. I obviously like you too. We can either go up to your place and hang out, or I’m going back to my hotel. But if you are going to be all judgmental and bitchy about everything then I don’t want to get to know you. You’ve kinda killed the mood for me and I think it would be better if I just went home.”
Satan: “No, no, don’t be like that. I do like you, please come up. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not judgmental at all. I promise! I just didn’t want you to forget I said all that.”
She was all over me at this point again. And trying to drag me upstairs. I thought she was going to cry! I lightened the mood a little, but still kiept he sexual tension.

Braddock: “Hmm… Look if you want to go upstairs and watch a movie or something that’s cool, but it better be PG 13 and you better keep you damn hands off me.
Satan: smiles, she liked that she had worked and won me over. “Shut up jerk, let’s go.”

We get up to her apartment and she awkwardly fumbles through a few DVD’s and I just grab her and throw her against the wall and start making out with her and then pull her back to her bedroom. I can honestly say it was some of the best sex I have ever had. And one of the greatest turnarounds I’ve ever had. Once I got her to her room, the “non judgemental “ frame was set so hard and she had worked so hard to get me that there was no way in hell she wanted to stop.

Moral of the story:
There are a few tactics I employed in this set that made it go from flammable to fucking explosive! However, these tactics are not for the faint of heart. Running my style of one night stand game has it’s drawbacks. It’s totally different than the game I run back home on girls I plan on seeing again and you can count on losing a lot more sets.
Flammable: Cocky funny, unreactive to her bitchy blowouts, social proofed the room.

Explosive: Aggressive takeaways during comfort making it look and feel like she lost me. Adding drama to the set, where emotions reach extreme highs. Threading frames that you expect her to live up to or she knows you will walk. (Thank you Sinn ).

This stuff is not always necessary, so don’t always use them. If the set is naturally leading to sex, then just let it happen. Hell, most go like that. I have a million stories where it reached a point where I knew sex was going to happen and I just shut the fuck up and waited until we were alone. This situation in NYC was a little different. This girl was hot as hell and a complete bitch. This situation needed some extreme push/pull and she had to feel the fear of loss or the bitch shield would have never come down.

Your fearless leader

Braddock

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