Throughout my experiences in the PUA community, I've had three "ahas" so far. Ahas are of course those moments when everything comes together and the way you see the world is forever changed.
My first aha was getting David DeAngelo's Advanced Dating Techniques program. Before then, I thought attracting women was an innate quality that some people had, and some didn't. On the contrary, it's a social skill that can be learned and acquired.
My second aha was sarging with "JK," who used many of the canned routines on our approaches. Canned material, for you newbies, are routines thought out ahead of time and used to demonstrate higher value and pump up attraction. Before then, I didn't think any of them would work. There's so much junk out there in mainstream bookstores on this topic. Who would've thought the truth was on the internet?!
My third and most recent aha was at The Rack, a popular night spot in Boston. The following is a report on what happened:
The Rack was having a Valentine's Day Pink Party at and I was on the guest list cause a friend of mine promotes parties for a living. Twas nice cause I had some social proof going in. He greeted me at the door (he was collecting the $10 cover) and we chatted it up a bit. I did have one complaint though. The party was 18+, so to get a drink, my wing and I had to go to the VIP room, which was a cock farm. The only ladies there were hanging with their bfs. That means most of the single gals were between 18 and 20 and drinking soda/water. Too bad...alcohol always helps.
Anyway, I worked three sets in all...two warm up ones with ugs I didn't care for and then hit up a 2 set sitting on the edge of a pool table. I opened, "so, are you guys gonna play pool or just sit there? They spent a lot for the tables in this place!" Bigger laugh than I anticipated, but screw it. I opened. I continue, "You know, you two are too happy. It's Valentine's Day! The most romantic day of the year, right? You're supposed to look all tough and unapproachable. If you look too friendly, then all those guys standing next to the wall, beating their heads, will start approaching and I'll actually have competition tonight!" They were into it, so I motioned with my hands for them to move over so I can get in the middle. I put my arms around them saying, "Ok, this is better. I gotta get in between you two and show you how it's done!" I don't have a transcript, but that's the first 2 min., which was sweet cause only a month ago, I was too skiddish around kino to try that. And btw, I've found that making fun of AFCs is money...the girls look at you like you read their minds, laugh, and just eat it up. Btw, at one point, I ask 'em, "I thought you two were party girls. Shouldn't you be at the bar getting guys to buy you drinks?!" They ate that line up and I negged the target, whispering loudly in the nontarget's direction, "is she a dinner whore?" [hueg laugh]. Honestly, [looking at the target], how many dinners did you have tonight." She held up two fingers and while she was smiling, she wasn't kidding...dumb AFCs :)
Next, I did the best friends test, asked them about themselves, pointed out their mannerisms, etc. After maybe 10 min, their male friends came in and tried to AMOG me...repeatedly. I'm getting really good at knowing the diff. between bfs and "orbiters," horny AFCs who delude themselves into thinking they're going somewhere. I wish I taped it! First, one guy comes in, puts his arm around the nontarget and starts fluffing. No biggie, I just raised my voice and changed the subject (it's amazing how just raising your voice overpowers all obstancles in your path!) The guy tries to hang on and then just stands there, embarassed cause the girls aren't even listening to him. He goes away only to come back to try again. I get annoyed, so I toss a nuclear neg his way to get him out. I chat him up for a minute and then drop the bomb. He goes, "yeah, I brought these chicks here. " So, I reply, "oh, you brought them here?! Shouldn't you be at the bar buying them drinks?!"
[MASSIVE LAUGH FROM THE GIRLS...biggest of the night. Of course, I do this teasingly, showing that I'm just messin with him...I didn'tr wanna start a fight or anything. But hey, with a strong enough frame, people will buy into whatever you want].
Then I motion them to go off with him for more drinks, but of course, they don't budge. Oh, and the guy disappeared...only to return a few min. later with THREE fellow AMOGs! I kid you not!! One of them even brought a digital camera, which is like crack cocaine to a college chick! So, I thought, "ok, I'll let 'em take the pic, then I'll just reopen and blow 'em out (again!). These guys weren't on my level, so I wasn't worried AT ALL. I whip out my new Motorolla RZR and said, "you know, I'm gonna take your pics, but you've gotta look sexy for me." They reply a couple of times, "I'm sexy! blah blah blah" So, I roleplay and say, "ok, you two are gonna be my models and I'm the photographer..." I direct them how to pose on the pool table (the edge) and I snap one on my phone (which is my current wallpaper). Then, my wing comes in with chick crack of his own...a cup of cherries! "[Dicknotist], thanks for before. You are the man behind the man! I'm gonna get a drink...be back." He totally made that up, but I'll take the social proof!
By now, I had total control. Keep in mind, the four AMOGs are there, trying to hang on, interject, doing whatever they can...only to beta themselves even more by the minute! So, you know what I did next?
1) If was still an AFC, I would've just sat there and ate the cherries. Nope.
2) If I was still an rAFC, I could've offered them some after they jumped through my hoops. Nope.
3) I'm the Dicknotist, muthafukas! I motioned to the target to open her mouth and she obliged. I made as if I was gonna drop it there, but oops! I "missed." Damn, fell right between her titties. She goes, "Oh, you're gonna stain my shirt!" But I shoot back, "I didn't say it was for you! it's for HER! [as I point to the target]. But, you have to take it out with your teeth!" So, my two models obliged and I had an amazing lesbian moment...how my stiching in my jeans held together, I don't know, but it was a beautiful moment. Of course, I then put a cheery inbetween the tits of the target and had the nontarget take it out with her teeth. Oh btw, I'm not sure when the AMOGs left...I was distracted. ;) Oh, should I say..."THEY GOT BLOWN...THE F*CK...OUT!!!" :)
Then tragedy struck...I looked down and noticed the nontarget wearing sandals, so I negged her on it (don't remember what I said exactly, but something about not painting her toenails if she's gonna show them off). So, she got offended and pulled the target away. All in 30 sec...what the f*ck?! I immediately thought, ok I'm gonna reopen. Instead, I stopped..just stopped. But it wasn't approach anxiety - it was something drastically different. I scanned the room and saw something I've never really seen before. You see, usually I can waltz into a bar, club, lounge, etc., not get much eye contact, and if I wanted to, could just sit there and
not talk to anybody. All of sudden, 20, maybe 30 pairs of eyes are giving me eye contact. Women were stroking their hair. I think to myself, "hmmm, kinda odd how those Asian chicks over there are bending over just enough so I alone can get a perfect view." My wing comes back as we start walking around when we keep getting stopped: not only by the same AMOG as before, but other AFCs in the crowd, the people running the party (asking what I thought and how it could be better), the bouncers, etc. I literally felt a shift in half of the room. I was powerful. I was important. I was ALPHA and like a magnet, the beta males were gravitating towards me making chit chat and the chicks were trying to get noticed!!
Whoa. This PUA stuff is pure power!! Social proof is just amazing.
