RedPill
Master Don Juan
Here's the deal guys. This FR will NOT teach you any new tricks, gimmicks, etc for picking up women. Or maybe it will. The only technique I used was having my shyt together.
Since most of you don't know me, let me start by saying I don't post here often because I do not have time. I'm running a fledgling business. Due to financial constraints and time constraints, I don't find myself going out very often on the weekends these days. However, last night I did go out, and had a great time. Maybe some of you will find this motivational.
With that in mind...
Last night when I was done working, some business associates and I went out, hanging out for the first time outside the business environment. Now I've gotta say, this business is my life right now, and I have my "sell" on 24/7. We first got some initial beer in us at a sports bar. This sports bar is located in the corporate business section of town and plenty of hot, classy women can be found there. I started warming up with a HB9 who was in the group and with our cute waitress.
After that we went to a club. This is where the story gets interesting. The rest of my group decided to go to one bar and I told the HB9 to come with me to this club. (Note the active word there is told) Of course she came with me. Once there, I again TOLD her to get me a drink while I go make a phone call. She kept whining "what do you want for a drink?" I told her again (with a smirk/smile of course) to use your imagination, and to get the drink soon 'cause I'm thirsty.
Soon enough, the rest of the group figured out where we went and came in to hang with us. Notice the HB and I didn't go to find them at their bar. Well, a couple drinks later and one of my associates, who on appearances alone you would think is the most alpha and successful of the group, started going chump on the HB9 *badly*. Being awkward, trying to get feels, buying her drinks, and generally annoying the shyt out of her. Instead of hanging around to watch the display of patheticness (which I know I've been guilty of not too many moons ago), I decided to walk around the dance floor.
No more than 20 seconds after entering the dance floor, a girl I'd classify as an 8.5 (take off the beer googles and I'm sure she's a 7) GRABBED me from behind and started dancing with me. She had the sex look in her eye. Yes, she may have been drunk, but clearly she had seen me cavorting with the HB9 and wanted something she perceived this other girl had. After a song or two we left the dance floor and started chatting briefly. I kept eye contact with her for, I shyt you not, a good 5 minutes continuously while asking her questions about herself. Then her friend came up to her to pull her away. I did NOT ask for her number because during that conversation I found her to be pretty uninteresting. ONS material. When her friend approached I realized it wasn't happening so I told her I'm leaving to rejoin my group. She grabbed me again as I started walking away and gave me a nice long kiss and said "I hope I see you here again."
My reply to her was perfect! A bit drunk, and just kinda saying whatever words the subconcious put in my mouth, I told her "That's nice. But I've got better things to do." After saying that I walked away and promptly rejoined my group.
Meanwhile, back at the group, Mr. Chump (the name has been changed to protect the retarded) told HB9 he saw me making out with some girl, in an attempt to c0ckblock me. This was highly amusing as I was not making any moves on HB9. She bought me a shot for some reason. I was pretty drunk at this point and didn't stop to consider why she bought the shot.
Now drunk enough to run on "auto-pilot" I returned to the dance floor, and ended up dancing with this pretty blonde who was a law student. She was intelligent and very interesting. I took her number as her and her friends were leaving. Now it's closing time.
Back in the cab with my business associates, HB9 sat on my lap as the cab was crowded. Feeling a surge of confidence as this was a highly fun night, and my business associates now think I'm a total pimp, I started to work the SALE on the cabbie. It started off as a joke. I whispered to the girl on my lap, "wanna see how to get a free cab ride?" After building rapport with the cabbie I started asking him about his financial picture. The dude just spilled everything. And next week there's the possibility I may just make a 4-figure profit off the work I do for him. Hell, I might help the guy find a better paying job to help feed his family better. Mr. Chump interrupted my sale by saying "Damn RedPill you're trying to sell the cabbie." I angrily told Mr. Chump to "shut the fvck up! Quit hating! Always be closing." This was near the end of the ride and everyone, cabbie included, let out a good hearty laugh. The group laugh reminded me of those older cartoons where there is some sort of moral lesson of the end of the show followed by a dumb gag and all the characters laughing together.
We all parted ways, and HB9 gave ger number to me. Her friend, who I'd say is an 8 with ridiculously big tits who I'd fvck in a heartbeat but would never date, also gave me her number.
***End of the night***
Now... maybe the story was interesting to you and maybe some of you think it was pretty lame, as I didn't get laid. But let's quickly review the one element you should all be able to take from this FR. The thing that made this night fun and successful for me was my ATTITUDE. I read this site a lot more than I post and this is one thing I think a lot of posters here can benefit from understanding. So let's briefly discuss attitude.
Clearly, being in the presence of my business associates helped. I wanted to put my best foot forward in letting them know what RedPill is like when he's not wearing a tie. Also, I had absolutely no intention of scoring with any of the chicks. It's been about 3 months since I've gone out and partied hard and I just wanted to unwind and have a great time. If I want to date and attempt to score with any of the women mentioned above, I can do that since I have 3 numbers I did not have before. But, I won't, because I have a lot of work left to do with my business before it is stable and profitable. Since I had no intention of getting with any of the hot chicks, like so many others were, and instead focused on having FUN, they all thought I was a really cool guy. No outcome dependency whatsoever.
Guys, I don't have many stylin' clothes right now. I'm not a big or tall guy, and I don't have much spending money. I used to be the biggest afc you've ever met. But let me tell you, this stuff is easy. So incredibly easy in fact, that in the ONE time I've been out to party practically all summer, I tripled the size of my social circle, gave myself some options with attractive women, gave my overall spirits a much needed boost (all work no play does dull you after awhile), and oh yeah possibly made a thousand dollars from a cab ride. Now, the only thing that separates me from a lot of you, aside from some real-life experience and having some balls (sorry, couldn't resist!
), is my attitude. Not just my attitude last night, but my overall LIFE attitude. Get some goals and direction in life, and decide what you want your quality of life to be. Once you've adjusted your attitude (which I do every single day), then you can get somewhere in the world, both financially and with women. That's what the proverbial "getting your shyt together" means, and the younger you decide to do it the better off you will be. Trust me on this.
Yes, this was a long post, but I hope some of you found it worthwhile. I wanted to give back. I've picked up a TON of great info about both women and life from this site, and last night was a milestone for me. Business and Pleasure. It was a CELEBRATION of the most intense summer of work I've ever experienced, and a reward to myself for making so many massive personal improvements. This is the real reason you should go out to the bar or club.
Cheers to good times, really big boobs, and hopefully more threads like this from more of you. Now it's time to go get some breakfast and watch some college football. Catch y'all later.
-- RedPill
Since most of you don't know me, let me start by saying I don't post here often because I do not have time. I'm running a fledgling business. Due to financial constraints and time constraints, I don't find myself going out very often on the weekends these days. However, last night I did go out, and had a great time. Maybe some of you will find this motivational.
With that in mind...
Last night when I was done working, some business associates and I went out, hanging out for the first time outside the business environment. Now I've gotta say, this business is my life right now, and I have my "sell" on 24/7. We first got some initial beer in us at a sports bar. This sports bar is located in the corporate business section of town and plenty of hot, classy women can be found there. I started warming up with a HB9 who was in the group and with our cute waitress.
After that we went to a club. This is where the story gets interesting. The rest of my group decided to go to one bar and I told the HB9 to come with me to this club. (Note the active word there is told) Of course she came with me. Once there, I again TOLD her to get me a drink while I go make a phone call. She kept whining "what do you want for a drink?" I told her again (with a smirk/smile of course) to use your imagination, and to get the drink soon 'cause I'm thirsty.
Soon enough, the rest of the group figured out where we went and came in to hang with us. Notice the HB and I didn't go to find them at their bar. Well, a couple drinks later and one of my associates, who on appearances alone you would think is the most alpha and successful of the group, started going chump on the HB9 *badly*. Being awkward, trying to get feels, buying her drinks, and generally annoying the shyt out of her. Instead of hanging around to watch the display of patheticness (which I know I've been guilty of not too many moons ago), I decided to walk around the dance floor.
No more than 20 seconds after entering the dance floor, a girl I'd classify as an 8.5 (take off the beer googles and I'm sure she's a 7) GRABBED me from behind and started dancing with me. She had the sex look in her eye. Yes, she may have been drunk, but clearly she had seen me cavorting with the HB9 and wanted something she perceived this other girl had. After a song or two we left the dance floor and started chatting briefly. I kept eye contact with her for, I shyt you not, a good 5 minutes continuously while asking her questions about herself. Then her friend came up to her to pull her away. I did NOT ask for her number because during that conversation I found her to be pretty uninteresting. ONS material. When her friend approached I realized it wasn't happening so I told her I'm leaving to rejoin my group. She grabbed me again as I started walking away and gave me a nice long kiss and said "I hope I see you here again."
My reply to her was perfect! A bit drunk, and just kinda saying whatever words the subconcious put in my mouth, I told her "That's nice. But I've got better things to do." After saying that I walked away and promptly rejoined my group.
Meanwhile, back at the group, Mr. Chump (the name has been changed to protect the retarded) told HB9 he saw me making out with some girl, in an attempt to c0ckblock me. This was highly amusing as I was not making any moves on HB9. She bought me a shot for some reason. I was pretty drunk at this point and didn't stop to consider why she bought the shot.
Now drunk enough to run on "auto-pilot" I returned to the dance floor, and ended up dancing with this pretty blonde who was a law student. She was intelligent and very interesting. I took her number as her and her friends were leaving. Now it's closing time.
Back in the cab with my business associates, HB9 sat on my lap as the cab was crowded. Feeling a surge of confidence as this was a highly fun night, and my business associates now think I'm a total pimp, I started to work the SALE on the cabbie. It started off as a joke. I whispered to the girl on my lap, "wanna see how to get a free cab ride?" After building rapport with the cabbie I started asking him about his financial picture. The dude just spilled everything. And next week there's the possibility I may just make a 4-figure profit off the work I do for him. Hell, I might help the guy find a better paying job to help feed his family better. Mr. Chump interrupted my sale by saying "Damn RedPill you're trying to sell the cabbie." I angrily told Mr. Chump to "shut the fvck up! Quit hating! Always be closing." This was near the end of the ride and everyone, cabbie included, let out a good hearty laugh. The group laugh reminded me of those older cartoons where there is some sort of moral lesson of the end of the show followed by a dumb gag and all the characters laughing together.
We all parted ways, and HB9 gave ger number to me. Her friend, who I'd say is an 8 with ridiculously big tits who I'd fvck in a heartbeat but would never date, also gave me her number.
***End of the night***
Now... maybe the story was interesting to you and maybe some of you think it was pretty lame, as I didn't get laid. But let's quickly review the one element you should all be able to take from this FR. The thing that made this night fun and successful for me was my ATTITUDE. I read this site a lot more than I post and this is one thing I think a lot of posters here can benefit from understanding. So let's briefly discuss attitude.
Clearly, being in the presence of my business associates helped. I wanted to put my best foot forward in letting them know what RedPill is like when he's not wearing a tie. Also, I had absolutely no intention of scoring with any of the chicks. It's been about 3 months since I've gone out and partied hard and I just wanted to unwind and have a great time. If I want to date and attempt to score with any of the women mentioned above, I can do that since I have 3 numbers I did not have before. But, I won't, because I have a lot of work left to do with my business before it is stable and profitable. Since I had no intention of getting with any of the hot chicks, like so many others were, and instead focused on having FUN, they all thought I was a really cool guy. No outcome dependency whatsoever.
Guys, I don't have many stylin' clothes right now. I'm not a big or tall guy, and I don't have much spending money. I used to be the biggest afc you've ever met. But let me tell you, this stuff is easy. So incredibly easy in fact, that in the ONE time I've been out to party practically all summer, I tripled the size of my social circle, gave myself some options with attractive women, gave my overall spirits a much needed boost (all work no play does dull you after awhile), and oh yeah possibly made a thousand dollars from a cab ride. Now, the only thing that separates me from a lot of you, aside from some real-life experience and having some balls (sorry, couldn't resist!
), is my attitude. Not just my attitude last night, but my overall LIFE attitude. Get some goals and direction in life, and decide what you want your quality of life to be. Once you've adjusted your attitude (which I do every single day), then you can get somewhere in the world, both financially and with women. That's what the proverbial "getting your shyt together" means, and the younger you decide to do it the better off you will be. Trust me on this.Yes, this was a long post, but I hope some of you found it worthwhile. I wanted to give back. I've picked up a TON of great info about both women and life from this site, and last night was a milestone for me. Business and Pleasure. It was a CELEBRATION of the most intense summer of work I've ever experienced, and a reward to myself for making so many massive personal improvements. This is the real reason you should go out to the bar or club.
Cheers to good times, really big boobs, and hopefully more threads like this from more of you. Now it's time to go get some breakfast and watch some college football. Catch y'all later.
-- RedPill