Well, this wouldn't be a good blog if I only shared my successes. Like anyone else, I don't always succeed, but I learn from every experience. Perhaps you can learn too from mine. Here a recent field report of a seduction gone horribly wrong:I’ve been out most of the day, but by the time I get home, I’m in a great mood since I got a lot of my studying done and I met a cute girl at the Barnes and Noble while doing so. It’s 11:30 and I decide to take advantage of my good mood and roll out to a local college bar. The scene is so so – lots of large, mix sets but no real targets to cry home about. I go straight to the bar and am pleased to see a free buffet of tater tots, salad, and pasta. Sweet! I hang out for a bit looking to see if things improve when I decide to roll to another bar down the road. As I’m walking the street, I spot this 3-set and I randomly ask, “hey, you know the way to X-bar? ” Of course, I know exactly where it is, but that’s what popped out of my mouth. They warn me that X-bar is pretty dead (they just came from there) and they’re on their way to the bar I was just at.
I’m thinking I should just go back with them, but how do I jive that with the story I told of meeting up some friends at White Horse? That, and I don’t like the idea of reversing course and chasing them like a lil puppy. So, we part ways and seeing that it’s close to 1, I’m sitting in my car, ready to call it a night. But I don’t…I can’t. I can’t let this opportunity go; gotta man up and get what I want! My mind was trying to talk me out of it, saying it’d be weird to return to the venue where I just was, but I cut that thread and rolled back in, looking for that set from the street. I find ‘em easily on the couches and I reopen, “hey, didn’t I meet you guys earlier?” I said something like my friends had to go home…work early tomorrow. From here, I’m just having a blast gaming them like I usually do: dancing, spinning, sexual state, etc. She complimented me on my game on at least 5 diff. occasions. “To get this good, you must practice a lot.” “Oh, you’re good!” Girls are so funny; they have no clue the amount of work it takes to go from social anxiety to social dominance. It takes a hell of a lot more than “practice.” Within 10 min, I was having full make-outs with my target, HBCocktease. I know Vin says he usually waits till he’s in isolation, but I was very confident I’d be closing her later, so I figure, why not?
The dynamic is me and two other guys are trying to take home these three girls to our respective places. My target is the cockblock and I have to continually disarm her to get rid of her friends and close her. In retrospect, I may have picked the wrong target. Anyway, I tried to take her hand and pull her out of the bar on probably 5 diff. occasions, but she kept saying adamantly, “I’m not leaving without my girls.” I’m annoyed and frustrated at times, but I think I hid it well. Who knows; I know how well girls can pick up your emotional state. I later learn my target really doesn’t want her blonde friend to go home with this guy cause she (the blonde) has a bf.
The guy “working” the blonde is a dumbass and wouldn’t have gotten laid without my help. By “working,” he’s just plowing her with drinks as he slurs sweet nothings into her ear. The bar closes but we’re in there an extra 20 min. cause the girls are in the bathroom talking about Lord knows what. I keep telling myself to be patient. We’re all outside. One girl goes home with one guy. The black bouncer and his white friend are trying to outgame me, telling my target about Hip Hop Tues. or whatever and how afterwards they can go back to his place. No dice…bastard can’t overpower me! The other guy with the blonde is kissing her behind the tree while again I keep disarming my target and trying to extract her. After we makeout for 15 min, I’m walking her to my car when she looks back and spots the blonde and the dude making out behind the tree! The girls run up ahead and have a discussion…I’m chewing out the guy (quietly): “Dumbass! You should’ve been gone 15 min ago! I gave you the window. When we catch up with them, I want you gone with that blonde ASAP!!” It’s sooooo frustrating negotiating with drunk chodes.
Finally, the blonde emphatically says she’s going home with the guy. I have my girl and we’re walking to my car. Home free I think…nope. She keeps saying she just met me, doesn’t know me, blah blah blah and at first doesn’t want to get in my car. She says she’s going home tonight. So, I say I’ll give you a ride and she insists we walk. I’m dumbfounded: I’m not walking around when I have my car. I tell myself to relax and think of how to work this in my favor again. So, I tried an old tactic that’s worked in the past.
I convince her to get in the car. Though she doesn’t want to use my car charger for her dying razor…women! At ev. traffic light, we’re making out. I had no plan at this point…I guess I was looking for a PUA miracle. I drive her to this college building where she’s a senior RA, but this college has antiquated rules about male visitors…we’re not allowed in! (My first gf went to this school, so I’m aware of the rules). On the walk over, we’re hardcore making out again but then she says, “oh, you’re really trying.” The girl I fucked at the graveyard said something similar like “you’re trying too hard.” So, that may be another hole in my game to patch up. I responded the same way last night as I did then: I froze her out. At this point, we’re just sitting down on a couch in the lobby and I’m in disbelief that after all that work, I’m not getting laid tonight. I get her digits, kiss her goodbye, and that’s that. I send her one text on the way home, “So great to make new friends. *kiss*” And I left it at that.
Bittersweet ending, but I don’t want to paint a bleak picture. Overall, it was a lot of fun and I learned a lot.
Speaking of teases, I came across this hot video of Pam Rogers, a hot blonde school teacher who made one 13 year one lucky boy!
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