FR: The Seduction of Paris Hilton (Part II: Paris Kisses Papa)

[Pap]

So I am at home wondering what I should do for the night as I am
home alone for the first time since I've been at Project Hollywood,
which really sucked. Suddenly, I am startled out of my moping with a
real emotional roller-coaster as I receive a phone call from
Playboy.

Papa: Yo, what's up?
Playboy: Papa, Paris Hilton is here. I am at the Coffee Bean & Tea
Leaf. She just walked by and sat down at an Italian Restaurant next-
door. She's wearing a hot lil green dress.
Papa: Who is she with?
Playboy: One guy and one girl.
Papa: Ok. Thanks, bro.

I hangup the phone and immediately go to my closet to change out of
my sweatshirt and jeans, and into some nice clothes so that I can
quickly get down the hill and approach Paris. This is why I play the
Game. This is what I've been working so hard for. It's about finding
that time when you want to get your 100% Perfect Girl or bring that
one particular high-quality girl into your life just the way you
want it. Now, it's time to take what is mine. I put on my Armani
jeans, white-collared Marcs shirt (a Sydney clothing-line favorite),
my shiny silver shoes from Zu (an Australian line from Sydney), and
shiny black Versache sportscoat jacket. I'm thinking to
myself, "Wow. It's a 3-set in a restaurant. Just gotta go down there
and see how to open this. This is what all my training has come to.
This moment. The time is now. Let's play."

Twentysix walks into the room.

Papa: Hey, Paris Hilton is here.
TwentySix: Yeah. Where here?
Papa: Yeah, she's outside. She's downstairs.
TwentySix: What is she doing here. She's downstairs here.
Papa: No, she's outside. She's at the restaurant downstairs in the
outside area.

As I quickly finish dressing myself, my mind is racing for what I am
about to do. Playboy enters my room through the backdoor into my
bathroom as I am dressing from my walk-in closet.

Papa: What's up, bro? I thought you were going to wait for me.
Aren't you going to watch?
Playboy: What? Are you going to open her?
Papa: Of course. [I think to myself 'Of course, I am Papa']
Playboy: Hang-on. I've got to see this! TwentySix, are you coming?
TwentySix: Nah. I'll wait for the field report.
Papa: Alright, Playboy, let's go.

As I walk down the hill towards the Sunset Strip, Playboy and I
discuss my plans on how to proceed.

Papa: Dude, where is she.
Playboy: She is at the corner in the restaurant.
Papa: Is she outdoors?
Playboy: Yes.
Papa: Bro, I'm not sure what to do. Is there a place to sit?
Playboy: I believe there is one seat. Just go over there and open
them with an opinion opener.
Papa: Dude, I'm not sure. I don't know what to say.
Playboy: Just go up to her and say, `Hey, what's up. It's Papa. We
met at Poquito Mas.'
Papa: No. That won't work. It should be as if I don't remember her
until later. That would be cooler.
Playboy: Man, I don't know how you are going to do it then. Just
walk by her table by the outdoor patio and open her.
Papa: I can't just open her from the outside. I've tried that before
and that doesn't work. I have to sit with her and her friends. I'm
not sure what to do exactly. Wow, what do I say? I'm not sure. I
have no idea what I'm going to say.
Playboy: No, it's no problem, dude.
Papa: Man, I don't have my routine stack. I am not sure what to do?
Damn. I need to go in the field more.
Playboy: Dude, you are so ready for this. Here, come with me for a
second. [stopping to the sideroad]. You don't have to do this, man.
Papa: I don't know if I can do this. I have to do this though.
Playboy: No. You don't. You should though. What did you say to her
last time?
Papa: I opened her with the jealous girlfriend opened; followed by
the cartoon Britney Spears mini-cold read; followed by the cube;
with some stories about parties; and then a phone number bridge.
Playboy: Just walk-by, stop, and open.
Papa: I can't do that. Let's go inside the restaurant so I can open
her. I'm sure she is sitting, maybe eating. I've got to sit with
her.
Playboy: Ok. We can go inside.

As we walk into the restaurant, Playboy checks out her table as we
proceed to walk indoors.

Playboy: It's a 5-set now.
Papa: How many other guys are there?
Playboy: One.
Papa: Damn, the empty seat is taken now. Ok. Let's go inside and get
a drink.

As we enter the restaurant, the head waitress comes by.

Papa: Hey, we are just going to get a bottle of still water and 2
glasses of ice.
Waittress: Ok. Then, just go to the bar. You don't need a waitress.

I get the water and sit down at a table with Playboy, and begin to
discuss our plans.

Papa: I've got to open to go out there and open the set.
Playboy: Just open with the dogs opener; followed by the eye
accessing cues; and then the lying game.
Papa: Dude, I can't do that. I am not that good at the eye-accessing
cues routine. Maybe I should just open with jealous GF (said as a
nervous joke).
Playboy: No.
Papa: Hey, I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom.

 

[Pap]

I go to the bathroom and take a piss and come back to the table to
engage Playboy.

Papa: Ok. Here's what I've gotta do. I have to get a table with her.
There's a table next to her table. We'll sit down and I'll open.
Playboy: The head waitress said we can't go outside for a table.
Papa: Why is that?
Playboy: She said that the waitress outside wouldn't handle it as
we'd have to order food.
Papa: Sh*t! You shouldn't have talked to her. We should have just
gone outside and done it. I have to sit down with her if I am going
to engage her set.
Playboy: No. You don't. Just go over there.
Papa: Dude, this is the plan. We'll just tell the waitress that
we'll order food. If I have to order an appetizer to get something
rolling with this, then it's worth it.

While I am saying this, a dude and a girl come by and start taking
pictures with Paris and her friends.

Papa: Sh*t! Some random people are starting to take their picture
with her.
Playboy: [looks over behind himself to see the picture-taking] Wow,
she is with her sister too. We better get to that table before those
two others steal the table from us.
Papa: Ok. Wait up. I'll order dessert. [Papa calls over the
waitress] Please bring over a dessert menu. I'm not going to order
yet. I just want to see what you got.

After noticing that there is Torfu Ice Cream, which sounds like easy-
to-eat non-finger food, I decide that's that I was going to get. It
was a perfect excuse to get something to eat.

Papa: [calling over the waitress] We're going to get some dessert
and we'll eat it outside.
Waittress: Ok.

As I walk outside, my mind is racing, and I head towards Paris'
table; however, the waitress stops me.

Waittress: Hey, you cannot sit there. That is a table for 4.
Playboy: Papa, we can't sit there.
Waittress: Guys, please sit over here. [she clears off a table at
the opposite end of the patio by the entrance to the restaurant].

I am thinking to myself that I am foiled.

Papa: Sh*t! Now, I can't do this.
Playboy: Sure, you can. Just go over there and open. Here, give me
your digicam. [I give Playboy my digicam]
Papa: Should I be like one of those guys who just takes a picture
with her?
Playboy: You've got to take a picture with her during the
interaction. Here, I'll pretend like I am on my cell phone, and then
I'll join you. Then, I'll take your pic. Did you tell her last time,
that you needed a female opinion?
Papa: Yes.

I notice my cell phone ringing. It's Alphamale as he had planned
that I meet him at a new club with his girlfriend and pivots (one of
who is a hot Asian babe that Alphamale has been working on hooking
me up with). This is more important so I do not answer.

Papa: Dude, how do I get you to come over? Wave you over?!?
Playboy: Dude, just go.
Papa: It's not going to work. Why can't we just take over the table
over there?
Playboy: The waittress won't let us take the table because it's
meant for 4 people.
Papa: Damnit. Ok. I'll call Twentysix.

I call Twentysix and invite him over (hoping that 3 or 4 people
would come over so that I could occupy the table next to Paris'),
and also call Alphamale, but don't get ahold of him. After thinking
that it may be too difficult to get 4 people, and noticing that
there is another table next to me that the waittress would ask me to
move to if I got another 2 people, I came to the conclusion that I
might not be able to get the good fortune of an ideal situation to
approach her.

 

[Pap]

Suddenly, Paris splits away from her group, walks into the
restaurant, and appears to be talking on her cell phone. Paris is
wearing a simple, yet pretty, blue dress. She looks at me from
inside the restaurant through a window; then, she heads into the
bathroom.

Playboy: Dude, now is your chance.
Papa: Give me back my camera. [Playboy gives Papa the camera] Ok.
Now's my chance.

I go into the restaurant and head to the bar and order an orange
juice so that when Paris leaves the bathroom, I can quickly walk
over to her and open her. However, after the orange juice came, I
needed an excuse to stay longer and wait in the main room without
being seated. So I ask for sugar, and slowly take my time placing
sugar in the orange juice. Then, I stall, and get a straw. My heart
is racing as I wait for Paris to come out of the bathroom.

She was taking too long so I walk towards the entrance of the
restaurant near the window, and pretend that I am on my cell phone
talking so it looks like I am not just waiting for her. Suddenly,
she comes out and I hear Paris talking to a waiter near the kitchen.

Paris: Sir, is there a backdoor entrance to the parking lot?
Waiter: Yes, come with me through the kitchen.

Paris walks with the waiter out the back door and I return to the
outdoor patio to meet up with Playboy, who is now sitting with
TwentySix. A waitress is hovering over our table and since I wanted
to make sure she didn't hear me talk about Paris, I wrote a note to
Playboy, saying, "Paris said she wanted to go out the backdoor. I
think I gave her too much proximity and she saw me hovering."

Papa: Dude. I think it's over.
Playboy: No way, dude. She totally didn't notice us. She didn't even
look over at our table once.
Papa: No. It's not the time. It's over this time. I'll have to wait
until next time. She went out back. [I give the paper note to
TwentySix to read]
Playboy: Just open her. I mean, she's probably gone already, but if
she returns, you should just open her.
Papa: Dude, I have absolutely no approach anxiety. I am just
thinking strategically and logically. I'll see her again. This time
though, I can't do it.
Playboy: That's a fools way of thinking. Dude, you'll be kicking
yourself if you don't do this now.

Suddenly, I see Paris walking inside the restaurant towards the
restaurant entrance to the patio. I'm thinking, "She is a lone wolf
now. It's time to play and she's coming for me."

I immediately get up, walk past the waitress, stop, and open her. As
I open her, I pivot, start the conversation, and open her over the
shoulder, and slowly face her as I engage in the conversation. She
stops walking, turns around and listens with a calm body-posture and
a relaxed smile.

Papa: Hey, I need a female opinion. I'm thinking about moving into a
house with all female roommates. Well, I just got back into town
with my mate from Australia, and so I don't really know the girls.
And I know that it'll be 3 times the girlfriend problems.
Paris: Hee, hee. [smiles]
Papa: Well, 3 times the boyfriend problems. And I know that...they
will…synchronize.
Paris: Hey, I lived in a house in the same situation before…with 3
Playmates.
Papa: 3 Playmates?
Paris: Yeah. It was a pretty cool situation and we had a great time
together.
Papa: Cool. Hmmm. I have an intuition about you.
Paris: Oh, yeah! [she smiles]
Papa: :Yeah. I bet I can tell you things about you that nobody else
knows about you, just by asking you 3 questions. Here, come with me.
Paris: Wait a sec. [Paris goes out to the entrance and shouts out to
her friends.] Guys, I'll be right back.
Papa: [I walk to the middle of the restaurant and she follows me]
Here, I'll ask you 3 questions. Where was the last place that you
went on vacation?
Paris: Sweden. I just got back from there.
Papa: Ok. Cool. How many people did you go with?
Paris: 5.
Papa: And what your favorite thing that you did there?
Paris: Well, I did some cool water sports and it was great fun.
Papa: Hey, you can stop right there. I already know. See, when you
answered your third question, you looked up and to the right. That
means that you are more of a visual person. You are the kind of
person that is much more imaginative than a logical-kind of person.
Also, are you close with your father?
Paris: Oh, yeah.
Papa: That makes sense because you looked up and to the right and
then your eyes went up and to the left. That means that you are
pretty close with your father. I'm like that also.
Paris: Cool.
Papa: Hey, what's your horoscope?
Paris: Aquaius.
Papa: Really? Hmm. You don't seem like an Aquarius.
Paris: [smiles] Yeah?
Papa: Yeah. I'm a Scorpio. You know, you look familiar.
Paris: Yes, I've met you before. I met you when you just moved here.
Papa: Oh, yes! Pita pit, right?
Paris: Well, it was something like that…or some other restaurant
around there.
Papa: Yeah…Poquito Mas. [I point at her for a sec as if I just
recalled] Yes. Paris?!?
Paris: Yes.
Papa: Rock on. Nick. [I shake her hand] I remember I gave you call
the night of the Grammy's to invite you to an after-party.
Paris: Oh, my ex-boyfriend deleted all the phone numbers I had in my
phone of guys.
Papa: Well, I'm going to be throwing a party in a couple weeks. You
should definitely roll with us. Let's exchange contact info.
Paris: Yes. Definitely. I'd love to.
Papa: Cool, what's your phone number?
Paris: [she gives me her phone number] Cool.
Papa: Great.
Paris: [she leans in, smiles, looks into my eyes, and gives me a
kiss]
Papa: [I give her a kiss back] Hey, let's take a picture together.
[I give my digicam to the waiter and tell him how to use the camera
and we take a pic together] Awesome.
Paris: Cool, see you later, Sweetie.
Papa: Bye.[smiles a super-big smile]

I return to the table with the boys and don't look back to the table
of Paris as if it was not a big deal at all.

Papa: Well, boys, I got a phone number, a kiss, and a picture.
TwentySix: That's awesome. [2-6 looking at Papa with a smile]
Playboy: Yeeeess! Awesome, show me the pic.
Papa: [shows digicam pic of Paris and I] Yes, that right. This is
why I plan the game. I am Papa. That's right.
Playboy and Twentysix: Hahahahaha. Awesome.
Papa: Yes. I had to do it. This is why I play the game boys. This is
what all the training is for. It's for that look of respect that I
get when I look into your eyes. It's because…I…am…Papa!
Playboy: Yes, I am so glad to be a part of this.

Paris and her table leaves and I wait around with the boys chit-
chatting so that we don't leave at the same time, and make it
obvious that we came down here solely because I wanted to pickup
Paris again.

Papa: Alright, boys. Let's go. This bill is on me. Dudes, she
remembered me.
Playboy: Of course she remembered you.
Papa: What do you mean...of course?
Playboy: Well, it's not often that a girl like her will actually get
approached by a guy, like you, who interacts with her, like the way
you can interact with her. And you are a really cool guy, bro.
Papa: [smiles] Yeah. I am Papa!!!
Playboy and TwentySix: Hahahahaa. [smiles]

Playboy calls Style to let him know the good news and lets him know
that it'd be great if he could hook me up with Bill Nuy's party
tomorrow (Style, I hope you can hook it up, bro), and it'd be great
if I can get Protocol with the limo ready to take Paris and I to the
party. We walk up the hill and joke around how it's something that
this is something that I will go home and post about right away.

Playboy: Now, that Party sounds like the plan. Your date to the
Grammys was just a warm-up for this. She is the same kind of girl.
Paris, though, is probably a little more savy.
TwentySix: Is this something that you care going to post about right
away.
Papa: Yeah!
TwentySix: Man, what is Tyler going to say?
Papa: Should I give him a call?
TwentySix: Nahh! You should just post about it and let him find out
on his own as if this is not a big deal at all and it's just
something that you do.
Papa: Hahaha. Yeah. It's `been there and done that'. I've picked her
up before and have done it again.
Playboy: That was great, bro. Style is so surprised. He was
like, `No way. That's great.'
Papa: Man, my heart was racing the whole time, and it still is. [and
I walk back to the my room at the Project Hollywood Mansion] Solid
Game, solid…I love it. I am Papa.

Well, the adventure continues, Friends. I sooo love the Game!!!

Cheers,

Papa (papa@realsocialdynamics.com)

 

[SuperFlex]

I love you papa.

 

[Jay Fiedler]

"Papa: Alright, boys. Let's go. This bill is on me. Dudes, she
remembered me.
Playboy: Of course she remembered you.
Papa: What do you mean...of course?
Playboy: Well, it's not often that a girl like her will actually get
approached by a guy, like you, who interacts with her, like the way
you can interact with her. And you are a really cool guy, bro.
Papa: [smiles] Yeah. I am Papa!!!
Playboy and TwentySix: Hahahahaa. [smiles]"
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That whole story was a bunch of BS imo. Who remembers every word of every sentence that was spoken at a bar? No one. But besides that, who talks like the preceeding paragraph if you're not gay? " Well, it's not often that a girl like her will actually get
approached by a guy, like you, who interacts with her, like the way you can interact with her. And you are a really cool guy"

Gay..just gay.

 

[CLOONEY]

Jay, lol, I agree.

"Playboy: Well, it's not often that a girl like her will actually get
approached by a guy, like you, who interacts with her, like the way
you can interact with her. And you are a really cool guy, bro.
Papa: [smiles] Yeah. I am Papa!!!"

hahahahahaahahahahaahahaa. She has only dated some of the worlds most charasmatic guys, including Oscar De La Hoya. But then again, Oscar v Paps game, no contest, LMAO!

Go you good thing pap.

 

[ER!C L!VE]

Originally posted by Jay Fiedler
That whole story was a bunch of BS imo. Who remembers every word of every sentence that was spoken at a bar?

These guys carry digital recording devices.

 

[grifter]

hahahhaha!! if this is true. much respect... btw how do u get into these fancy locations and stuff? invitations?

 

[MindOverMatter]

My first thought, damn, Playboy's an awesome wing. Major props on the accomplishment, hope you post the pics soon.

btw, my fav part was:

Playboy: Hang-on. I've got to see this! TwentySix, are you coming?
TwentySix: Nah. I'll wait for the field report.

man that's hella lazy haha. hit him in the nuts.

Who remembers every word of every sentence that was spoken at a bar? No one.

If you closed a celebrity, you'd remember every diaglue line as well.

 

[JT47319]

Yet ANOTHER difference between a DJ and a PUA.

A DJ thinks he CAN'T. A PUA knows he CAN.

Props to Papa.

 

[squirrels]

I'm not trying to draw any conclusions on whether or not he CAN...if he's good at what he does I'm sure he CAN.

I just don't believe he DID.

 

[Kineti[C]harm]

He has pictures of it on the ML but those are private AFAIK.

 

[SuperFlex]

I believe that this happens. Given their situation etc.

Excellent papa.

 

[PatZull]

Unbe-fvckin-lievable!!

 

[jakethasnake]

I think I saw Paris Hilton at the Levis Store on 3rd Street in Santa Monica. I was going into the fitting room, and she was just coming out (shorter than I thought she would be). I smiled at her, and she smiled back - did a twirl in front of a mirror next to me to check out her new Levis, and went back into her fitting room while smiling at me. I was literally gobsmacked, and just went back into my fitting room mumbling 'holy ****' to myself. I certainly wasnt' ready to even attempt hitting on some uber-celebrity then (and I gotta be honest I probably couldn't do it now), but it was a memorable encounter.

 

[squirrels]

Are you sure it was HER and not a look-alike or impersonator?

I mean, it's not that much of a stretch...if she's making out with farm-boys in Alabama on "The Simple Life," it's not farfetched for her to get macked by Pap in a club. I just find it hard to believe that all the circumstances lined up that she was in the same place as him AND he didn't have to wade through a crowd of fan-boys to get to her.

 

[racerX]

Paris is really not that hot. She has no butt. She is more rich than hot. She is a good looking girl. But you go to any mall & you will see other babes way finer than her. The best thing about dating her is to get her to buy you a Ferrari Modena or something cool.....

 

[grifter]

Originally posted by racerX
Paris is really not that hot. She has no butt. She is more rich than hot. She is a good looking girl. But you go to any mall & you will see other babes way finer than her. The best thing about dating her is to get her to buy you a Ferrari Modena or something cool.....

yep. but i bet she has hot friends. lol. i am still really curious on how they get these cool friends and locations everywhere... what city they located? i dont know how to get into these "societies"

 

[Oxide]

Wow, guy's this is considered to be one of the BEST PUA's in this world... and this is exactly why i am sitting here going "This is fvcking pathetic"


Guys, look past the "omfg i got a kiss and a #" for a sec. Look how long it takes for "the best" to get the balls to approach her.. look at all the "i dont know dude" ... come the fvck on.


im looking straight through your game kid.

 

[grifter]

i was wondering the same thing. but i am nowhere near as close as him cuz i aint that experienced, so maybe he had a reason.. i am not gonna tell him how to pick up babes. lol.