guywhoneedshelp
Master Don Juan
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"All right Joe, what you thinkin'?"
That's how it starts.
"We go in, get a table, just chat it up with everyone, look for a set."
He seemed to have it all planned out.
"I thought we weren't gonna sarge today?" I'd say, hinting that I'm tired, and not feeling it tonight. I kinda just want to eat and not be bothered.
"You're guywhoneedshelp This is what you do" he'll say, and it will remind me of my identity. It will remind me of the skills I spent years learning. It will remind me, that I don't need to be reminded, because what's about to happen next is completely uncontrollable at this point. I do it unconsciously.
"You're right. But you're Joe, come on man."
We enter. *sigh*, it's Applebee's again. Second week in a row. This time I decided to make it interesting. We have a pivot. An attractive female friend that is used to build social proof, open sets, create jealousy, and distract any obstacles that may be present. In turn, I show her a good time, occasionally buy her food, and pay for the entrance fee to clubs for her (which will sometimes be cheaper than the actual price, because clubs like when you reel women in.)
This should be easy. But I'm tired, hungry, and I have work tomorrow. Plus, I'm a mess. I'm sporting JBF hair, wearing a hat to hide it, and my shirt looks like it's in need of ironing.
The 3 of us sit at the table. It's a slow day here at the restaurant. As always, we chat with the staff. They love us. I have them laughing. We're having a good time.
Then he points it out to me. I slowly, nonchalantly look behind me, and notice the set.
"So is this your set or mine?" I ask.
"Yours." He tells me, even though he pointed it out.
I wait. I allow them to sit down. I have enough experience doing this to know that I don't want any interruptions when I go to work my magic, so I wait until the waitress takes their order. I don't want to be restricted to a 3 minute time frame. I then notice that there is about 7 of them, maybe more. They are hot. Obviously college girls. I love that. So I had to think of something. If I wasn't prepared they would chew me up and spit me out. Then I reminded myself, these girls are horny to be ****ed. The girl at the bar is horny to be ****ed. The girl at the library is horny to be ****ed. They are all equally, if not more, horny to be ****ed than the average guy. They just need the right guy to charm them. Apparently tonight, it's me.
"Hey man do you have your sunglasses with you?" I had an idea.
He hesitates, and says "Yea what you gonna do?"
"Watch this" I tell him, as he hands me the sunglasses, my lock-in prop. I hand them to my pivot, she's looking lovely, much more lovely than me. Good. I grab my digital camera. I told her, "all you need to do is look cute, and hand me the sunglasses."
So here it goes. He rolls his eyes at me, as if this isn't going to work. "I'll be over there in a minute to wing for you."
I remember the 3 second rule.
One...I already start walking.
Two...I act as if I pass their table, but notice them...
Three...I open. This is all part of the game.
"All right so my friend over here, he spent a ridiculous amount of money on these sunglasses, and he is convinced that they make anyone look cool. So let's find out."
They take the bait. They always do.
They respond with middling interest. This is to be expected, and it's all part of the game.
There were so many of them, I couldn't choose a specific target, so I stuck with the one closest next to me. "Would you like to go first?" I say as I have my pivot hand me the glasses. "I'm serious, he claims to have spent over $200 on these." She is reluctant at first. Her ***** shield is there, but I'm tearing it down. She complies, and says "What's the camera for?"
"Well, I've done this before, and we always compare and contrast the pictures afterwards." The camera is merely a prop I use to determine who is showing enough interest in trust to let me take their picture. So once I explain to her her I'm not going to sell her picture on the internet, she complies. She's hooked. Just like a fish.
"Who's next?" I say, looking around the table.
Someone volunteers. Yet another one hooked.
Joe comes in to wing. I introduce him. We're having fun at this point.
I snapped a photo of about 4 of them, although I probably could of had pictures of all of them. They even snapped a photo of me at once point. They were clearly having fun. I probably could of stayed, but I gave them the false constraint - "I better get back to my table, my foods coming soon." I decided to let them miss me. As I walked away I heard one of them say "We'll miss you!" Very cute.
When it's time to go, I remembered I had them all hooked. I allow a half hour to pass, so now it was time to pull. I took out my notepad and pen, and strutted over there.
"All right so I'm not going to make these pictures public, because I wouldn't want to humiliate you all (neg), but if you ever want to see these pictures again, here's how you can." I write down my name, and MySpace URL. "Since you wore the sunglasses first, I'll give this to you." I hand her the paper. She tells me she was having trouble reading my handwriting (**** test) so I sit down. She makes room for me and says "please sit down." I ask her to show me that her handwriting is any better. I could of told her to write her contact information down, but I knew that wasn't necessary. They'd be contacting me shortly. So I told her to write a sentence.
"Kevin is gay. Just kidding, we love Kevin <3" Another playful tap on my shoulder. I rewrite my stuff, in an overexerted and neat fashion. She points out the feminine design to my notepad, seeing as there was a heart on the front cover. Clearly, it only proves to her that their are women in my life, which draws in more of them. I told her "Yea I think an ex actually gave me this, she knew I liked to write things down."
After some playful chat, I left the table. I said to my wing and pivot, "Ok, we have to go now. It's time to go." I was in control. I was the dominate male. They all noticed. I had successfully pulled a 7 set.
We walked out of the restaurant, and it was different than when we walked in. I was no longer tired, hungry, feeling like crap. I was the man. I did what I was meant to do. Make all these girls laugh and have a better time than they would of if I wasn't there. It's my calling in life.
My life wasn't always like that 5 years ago, I had minimal to no women in my life. But I decided to change that, by becoming an expert in social dynamics. Maybe sometimes I'd follow up and hang out with these girls again (or at least 1 of them), but nowadays I'm too busy. There are too many women gravitating within my reach. I don't have time to add any more to the roster right now. I'll send them their pictures, but that's about it. It's not important that I have sex with every woman I come in contact with. I have standards.
But this is our life, This is what we do. This is why we can go anywhere and have fun. This is why although I hate clubs on Long Island, I still have a blast. When you understand these social dynamics, you can do anything.
So this is what happened this time, in this true story. The most recent story. It's how we live. We enjoy it. We love the drama, and love what we learn from it. We love beautiful women, and I don't apologize for that.
It was 11PM. Our night was just beginning. We still had a party and a club to go to.
That's how it starts.
"We go in, get a table, just chat it up with everyone, look for a set."
He seemed to have it all planned out.
"I thought we weren't gonna sarge today?" I'd say, hinting that I'm tired, and not feeling it tonight. I kinda just want to eat and not be bothered.
"You're guywhoneedshelp This is what you do" he'll say, and it will remind me of my identity. It will remind me of the skills I spent years learning. It will remind me, that I don't need to be reminded, because what's about to happen next is completely uncontrollable at this point. I do it unconsciously.
"You're right. But you're Joe, come on man."
We enter. *sigh*, it's Applebee's again. Second week in a row. This time I decided to make it interesting. We have a pivot. An attractive female friend that is used to build social proof, open sets, create jealousy, and distract any obstacles that may be present. In turn, I show her a good time, occasionally buy her food, and pay for the entrance fee to clubs for her (which will sometimes be cheaper than the actual price, because clubs like when you reel women in.)
This should be easy. But I'm tired, hungry, and I have work tomorrow. Plus, I'm a mess. I'm sporting JBF hair, wearing a hat to hide it, and my shirt looks like it's in need of ironing.
The 3 of us sit at the table. It's a slow day here at the restaurant. As always, we chat with the staff. They love us. I have them laughing. We're having a good time.
Then he points it out to me. I slowly, nonchalantly look behind me, and notice the set.
"So is this your set or mine?" I ask.
"Yours." He tells me, even though he pointed it out.
I wait. I allow them to sit down. I have enough experience doing this to know that I don't want any interruptions when I go to work my magic, so I wait until the waitress takes their order. I don't want to be restricted to a 3 minute time frame. I then notice that there is about 7 of them, maybe more. They are hot. Obviously college girls. I love that. So I had to think of something. If I wasn't prepared they would chew me up and spit me out. Then I reminded myself, these girls are horny to be ****ed. The girl at the bar is horny to be ****ed. The girl at the library is horny to be ****ed. They are all equally, if not more, horny to be ****ed than the average guy. They just need the right guy to charm them. Apparently tonight, it's me.
"Hey man do you have your sunglasses with you?" I had an idea.
He hesitates, and says "Yea what you gonna do?"
"Watch this" I tell him, as he hands me the sunglasses, my lock-in prop. I hand them to my pivot, she's looking lovely, much more lovely than me. Good. I grab my digital camera. I told her, "all you need to do is look cute, and hand me the sunglasses."
So here it goes. He rolls his eyes at me, as if this isn't going to work. "I'll be over there in a minute to wing for you."
I remember the 3 second rule.
One...I already start walking.
Two...I act as if I pass their table, but notice them...
Three...I open. This is all part of the game.
"All right so my friend over here, he spent a ridiculous amount of money on these sunglasses, and he is convinced that they make anyone look cool. So let's find out."
They take the bait. They always do.
They respond with middling interest. This is to be expected, and it's all part of the game.
There were so many of them, I couldn't choose a specific target, so I stuck with the one closest next to me. "Would you like to go first?" I say as I have my pivot hand me the glasses. "I'm serious, he claims to have spent over $200 on these." She is reluctant at first. Her ***** shield is there, but I'm tearing it down. She complies, and says "What's the camera for?"
"Well, I've done this before, and we always compare and contrast the pictures afterwards." The camera is merely a prop I use to determine who is showing enough interest in trust to let me take their picture. So once I explain to her her I'm not going to sell her picture on the internet, she complies. She's hooked. Just like a fish.
"Who's next?" I say, looking around the table.
Someone volunteers. Yet another one hooked.
Joe comes in to wing. I introduce him. We're having fun at this point.
I snapped a photo of about 4 of them, although I probably could of had pictures of all of them. They even snapped a photo of me at once point. They were clearly having fun. I probably could of stayed, but I gave them the false constraint - "I better get back to my table, my foods coming soon." I decided to let them miss me. As I walked away I heard one of them say "We'll miss you!" Very cute.
When it's time to go, I remembered I had them all hooked. I allow a half hour to pass, so now it was time to pull. I took out my notepad and pen, and strutted over there.
"All right so I'm not going to make these pictures public, because I wouldn't want to humiliate you all (neg), but if you ever want to see these pictures again, here's how you can." I write down my name, and MySpace URL. "Since you wore the sunglasses first, I'll give this to you." I hand her the paper. She tells me she was having trouble reading my handwriting (**** test) so I sit down. She makes room for me and says "please sit down." I ask her to show me that her handwriting is any better. I could of told her to write her contact information down, but I knew that wasn't necessary. They'd be contacting me shortly. So I told her to write a sentence.
"Kevin is gay. Just kidding, we love Kevin <3" Another playful tap on my shoulder. I rewrite my stuff, in an overexerted and neat fashion. She points out the feminine design to my notepad, seeing as there was a heart on the front cover. Clearly, it only proves to her that their are women in my life, which draws in more of them. I told her "Yea I think an ex actually gave me this, she knew I liked to write things down."
After some playful chat, I left the table. I said to my wing and pivot, "Ok, we have to go now. It's time to go." I was in control. I was the dominate male. They all noticed. I had successfully pulled a 7 set.
We walked out of the restaurant, and it was different than when we walked in. I was no longer tired, hungry, feeling like crap. I was the man. I did what I was meant to do. Make all these girls laugh and have a better time than they would of if I wasn't there. It's my calling in life.
My life wasn't always like that 5 years ago, I had minimal to no women in my life. But I decided to change that, by becoming an expert in social dynamics. Maybe sometimes I'd follow up and hang out with these girls again (or at least 1 of them), but nowadays I'm too busy. There are too many women gravitating within my reach. I don't have time to add any more to the roster right now. I'll send them their pictures, but that's about it. It's not important that I have sex with every woman I come in contact with. I have standards.
But this is our life, This is what we do. This is why we can go anywhere and have fun. This is why although I hate clubs on Long Island, I still have a blast. When you understand these social dynamics, you can do anything.
So this is what happened this time, in this true story. The most recent story. It's how we live. We enjoy it. We love the drama, and love what we learn from it. We love beautiful women, and I don't apologize for that.
It was 11PM. Our night was just beginning. We still had a party and a club to go to.
