duke007
Master Don Juan
*WARNING* - This post is extremely long. It follows the long running saga (since May this year) of my successful though incomplete seduction of a girl in the attempt to master my game. I learned (and am still learning) an absolute sh1tload about myself and women through this experience, so am posting so some of you can learn from my mistakes and successes. I assure you the time you take in reading this will be well spent!
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Some of you may remember me from 2004/05 - a complete newbie, I partially completed Bootcamp while still a virgin. Since then I enjoyed (mostly!) a 2 year relationship and went on hiatus from the site. Thank f*ck, the lessons from this site stayed buried in my subconscious long after I left (good news for you keyboard jockeys
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The story begins at an outdoor bar in early May, having a casual drink with my mates. Recently out of a draining LTR and snowed under with work...women, DJing and SoSuave were the furthest things from my mind. I had not made let alone planned a cold approach for what felt like a f*cking lifetime! An HB8 (we'll call her Shorty from now on - though she's not short...don't ask why!) bounds up to me from nowhere - very sexy and revealing clothing despite the mild weather. The whole nature of her being just screamed "ATTENTION WH0RE".
She starts asking me all this basic info about myself - the chat is flirty though unspectacular, but my embedded knowledge of the DJ Bible comes out. I’m effortlessly able to plant the seed of attraction in her using my conversational skills, without caring or thinking too much. You see, she was on the last day of a holiday and came from a different state (Sydney, I live in Melbourne for you Aussies), so I didn't care what came of our little 10 minute meeting. This, as you'll find out undoubtedly messed with her head - indifference is the most powerful technique in the PUA's arsenal
Apparently, she thought I was cute and wanted to say hello (good sign). What I didn't realise was that she was approaching many guys that evening, while her less confident though sluttier friends watched on! Having become recently obsessed with the Facebook phenomenon, she gets my name so she can add me. Can't hurt, I figure.
The first concerning thing I notice about Shorty’s Facebook profile is the enormous quantity of friends and the train of AFCs that had poked/hugged/karate kicked/grinded with her She was also meeting people through the dating apps like “Are You Interested?” and “Hot or Not?” Her pics are also quite hot, and unsurprisingly attracted comments from supplicating guys about how beautiful her eyes are.
Back down to Earth with a thud (being cold approached by an HB8 is rare I’m sure!), I’m about to give up on this chick when I notice this personality test on her profile – 30% Extraversion. WTF? A girl that demonstrates such attention *****ish behaviour would typically be highly extroverted! Also one of her dislikes was “rich people” and her favourite quotes were all soppy crap from romance films.
Though I never met many full-blown attention hoes in my Bootcamp days, my picture of them was clear – daddy’s little angel, always got what she wanted, attracted to power and money, and most of all incapable of enjoying her own company (an introvert). Think Paris Hilton
My impression of Shorty didn’t fit the mould. Highly intrigued by the psychological contradictions all over her profile, and tantalised by the immense challenge of seducing/brain-picking such a desired girl, my previous thought to leave her to the AFC masses collapsed entirely. It was time to get back in the game and this was a gifted scenario.
We chat occasionally for two weeks or so – she responds to me straight away, whereas I typically waited two days or so between each message. She’s actually quite a decent conversationalist, and our messages aren’t a mindless bore as I expected them to be. Still, I realised I have in no way differentiated myself from the masses. Just when I begin to wonder what the f*ck I’m doing gaming an interstate chick online (!), she tells me she’s coming back to Melbourne in a fortnight with her parents. “You were in Melbourne a few weeks ago, what is it about our awesome city that you so enjoy?” I ask. “My Dad is VIP at the Casino. We get free flights and hotel rooms, so I’m down quite a bit,” answers she!
The puzzle pieces were falling into place! I had to get a piece of that rich arse! The next step was simple – I offered to show her around the city and take her bar hopping. With no friends in the city, how could she refuse!?
Fast forward to the night and I meet her outside the casino (most exclusive hotel in the city). Heels, sexy thin top, mini shorts, nice makeup, cleavage EVERYWHERE! Attention *****ish yes, skanky no. Still I looked like a casual bum in comparison. The beauty of the situation was I barely looked at her body, didn’t compliment her appearance, I acted as indifferent as I would if she was covered head to toe in a burkha. This was 8pm. 7 hours later, after the longest 1st date in my lifetime, I walked her back to the same place. There we made out for 30 seconds before being caught in the act by an ageing security guard. “Sorry kids, but we can’t have that in the foyer” At least his c0ckblock was accompanied by a visible twinge of guilt
At first Shorty was extremely nervous, mainly because she barely knew me, and partially because “I was cute”. I learnt that she’s one of those chicks who is a fearless lion around AFCs and guys she’s not physically attracted to, but with the rest she becomes a meek kitten. Conversation and rapport building was key, and luckily this is the main aspect of my game I have under control. We talked about everything – funny stuff, serious stuff, embarrassing stuff, sexy stuff (though never direct). I latched on to the things we had in common and enthusiastically played them up, giving a much more positive impression of our time together.
The entire evening I was subtly playing her with Gunwitch techniques – eye contact, voice control, some kino though less than ideal. And while this was going on we shifted – ****tail place, jazzy place, RnB place, hot chocolate place, and various sections of the casino. In my first date after my break-up, it began to feel like many dates in one. All the old SoSuave lessons came flooding back and it wasn’t nearly as difficult it is once seemed – make the girl feel comfortable by being fun and relaxed, use powerful non-verbal techniques, and shift locations – that’s really all!
Shorty was portraying such an engaging, charming personality that I genuinely grew to like her, almost frustrated that we were unable to date properly (being in different states and all). By now the pre-conceived ideas about her attention *****ish behaviour were wiped from my mind – but was all that a mirage or was I being played? We covered such wide and deep territory in our conversations that she began telling me about her ambition to become more outgoing, more confident (why she agreed to meet me) and to find herself after a bad relationship with her ex-fiance.
MUTHER F…! Yep that’s right, fresh baggage!
I didn’t delve but apparently the guy grew insanely jealous of her having male friends and tried to control her. Not surprisingly, she grew frustrated and dumped his AFC arse before the wedding. I had to give credit to a girl who can make such a life changing decision for the better. We both agreed that jealousy sucks (Eg “Jealousy only comes about when a person can’t control their own negative emotions and insecurities”). All this basic psychological insight gave me major brownie points with this girl...
Sex was out of the question as her father was waiting up in their hotel room. But regardless, and call it oneitis or whatever, but I liked Shorty too much to push for sex so soon. She sent me a text soon after saying how much it sucked that we don’t live in the same city.
In the few months following this “super date”, Shorty wasn’t really on my mind except for the few occasions we messaged each other on Facebook. I was using my return to form by meeting other women and even picking up a nice f*ck buddy along the way. Online game however is incredibly easy, especially with a girl you’ve already kissed. It didn’t take much effort to keep the attraction level up with a few well timed messages, without making the critical mistake of being too available. She was having “guy problems” the whole time, while I was the chilled out Melbourne guy on the sidelines, teasing her with my distance. She would ALWAYS initiate the messages – perfect!
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Some of you may remember me from 2004/05 - a complete newbie, I partially completed Bootcamp while still a virgin. Since then I enjoyed (mostly!) a 2 year relationship and went on hiatus from the site. Thank f*ck, the lessons from this site stayed buried in my subconscious long after I left (good news for you keyboard jockeys
)The story begins at an outdoor bar in early May, having a casual drink with my mates. Recently out of a draining LTR and snowed under with work...women, DJing and SoSuave were the furthest things from my mind. I had not made let alone planned a cold approach for what felt like a f*cking lifetime! An HB8 (we'll call her Shorty from now on - though she's not short...don't ask why!) bounds up to me from nowhere - very sexy and revealing clothing despite the mild weather. The whole nature of her being just screamed "ATTENTION WH0RE".
She starts asking me all this basic info about myself - the chat is flirty though unspectacular, but my embedded knowledge of the DJ Bible comes out. I’m effortlessly able to plant the seed of attraction in her using my conversational skills, without caring or thinking too much. You see, she was on the last day of a holiday and came from a different state (Sydney, I live in Melbourne for you Aussies), so I didn't care what came of our little 10 minute meeting. This, as you'll find out undoubtedly messed with her head - indifference is the most powerful technique in the PUA's arsenal
Apparently, she thought I was cute and wanted to say hello (good sign). What I didn't realise was that she was approaching many guys that evening, while her less confident though sluttier friends watched on! Having become recently obsessed with the Facebook phenomenon, she gets my name so she can add me. Can't hurt, I figure.
The first concerning thing I notice about Shorty’s Facebook profile is the enormous quantity of friends and the train of AFCs that had poked/hugged/karate kicked/grinded with her
She was also meeting people through the dating apps like “Are You Interested?” and “Hot or Not?” Her pics are also quite hot, and unsurprisingly attracted comments from supplicating guys about how beautiful her eyes are.Back down to Earth with a thud (being cold approached by an HB8 is rare I’m sure!), I’m about to give up on this chick when I notice this personality test on her profile – 30% Extraversion. WTF? A girl that demonstrates such attention *****ish behaviour would typically be highly extroverted! Also one of her dislikes was “rich people” and her favourite quotes were all soppy crap from romance films.
Though I never met many full-blown attention hoes in my Bootcamp days, my picture of them was clear – daddy’s little angel, always got what she wanted, attracted to power and money, and most of all incapable of enjoying her own company (an introvert). Think Paris Hilton
My impression of Shorty didn’t fit the mould. Highly intrigued by the psychological contradictions all over her profile, and tantalised by the immense challenge of seducing/brain-picking such a desired girl, my previous thought to leave her to the AFC masses collapsed entirely. It was time to get back in the game and this was a gifted scenario.
We chat occasionally for two weeks or so – she responds to me straight away, whereas I typically waited two days or so between each message. She’s actually quite a decent conversationalist, and our messages aren’t a mindless bore as I expected them to be. Still, I realised I have in no way differentiated myself from the masses. Just when I begin to wonder what the f*ck I’m doing gaming an interstate chick online (!), she tells me she’s coming back to Melbourne in a fortnight with her parents. “You were in Melbourne a few weeks ago, what is it about our awesome city that you so enjoy?” I ask. “My Dad is VIP at the Casino. We get free flights and hotel rooms, so I’m down quite a bit,” answers she!
The puzzle pieces were falling into place! I had to get a piece of that rich arse! The next step was simple – I offered to show her around the city and take her bar hopping. With no friends in the city, how could she refuse!?
Fast forward to the night and I meet her outside the casino (most exclusive hotel in the city). Heels, sexy thin top, mini shorts, nice makeup, cleavage EVERYWHERE! Attention *****ish yes, skanky no. Still I looked like a casual bum in comparison. The beauty of the situation was I barely looked at her body, didn’t compliment her appearance, I acted as indifferent as I would if she was covered head to toe in a burkha. This was 8pm. 7 hours later, after the longest 1st date in my lifetime, I walked her back to the same place. There we made out for 30 seconds before being caught in the act by an ageing security guard. “Sorry kids, but we can’t have that in the foyer” At least his c0ckblock was accompanied by a visible twinge of guilt
At first Shorty was extremely nervous, mainly because she barely knew me, and partially because “I was cute”. I learnt that she’s one of those chicks who is a fearless lion around AFCs and guys she’s not physically attracted to, but with the rest she becomes a meek kitten. Conversation and rapport building was key, and luckily this is the main aspect of my game I have under control. We talked about everything – funny stuff, serious stuff, embarrassing stuff, sexy stuff (though never direct). I latched on to the things we had in common and enthusiastically played them up, giving a much more positive impression of our time together.
The entire evening I was subtly playing her with Gunwitch techniques – eye contact, voice control, some kino though less than ideal. And while this was going on we shifted – ****tail place, jazzy place, RnB place, hot chocolate place, and various sections of the casino. In my first date after my break-up, it began to feel like many dates in one. All the old SoSuave lessons came flooding back and it wasn’t nearly as difficult it is once seemed – make the girl feel comfortable by being fun and relaxed, use powerful non-verbal techniques, and shift locations – that’s really all!
Shorty was portraying such an engaging, charming personality that I genuinely grew to like her, almost frustrated that we were unable to date properly (being in different states and all). By now the pre-conceived ideas about her attention *****ish behaviour were wiped from my mind – but was all that a mirage or was I being played? We covered such wide and deep territory in our conversations that she began telling me about her ambition to become more outgoing, more confident (why she agreed to meet me) and to find herself after a bad relationship with her ex-fiance.
MUTHER F…! Yep that’s right, fresh baggage!
I didn’t delve but apparently the guy grew insanely jealous of her having male friends and tried to control her. Not surprisingly, she grew frustrated and dumped his AFC arse before the wedding. I had to give credit to a girl who can make such a life changing decision for the better. We both agreed that jealousy sucks (Eg “Jealousy only comes about when a person can’t control their own negative emotions and insecurities”). All this basic psychological insight gave me major brownie points with this girl...
Sex was out of the question as her father was waiting up in their hotel room. But regardless, and call it oneitis or whatever, but I liked Shorty too much to push for sex so soon. She sent me a text soon after saying how much it sucked that we don’t live in the same city.
In the few months following this “super date”, Shorty wasn’t really on my mind except for the few occasions we messaged each other on Facebook. I was using my return to form by meeting other women and even picking up a nice f*ck buddy along the way. Online game however is incredibly easy, especially with a girl you’ve already kissed. It didn’t take much effort to keep the attraction level up with a few well timed messages, without making the critical mistake of being too available. She was having “guy problems” the whole time, while I was the chilled out Melbourne guy on the sidelines, teasing her with my distance. She would ALWAYS initiate the messages – perfect!
