JUST WALK AWAY. Take away all the time guys. False Time Constraint & master your negs & you'll have the pick of the drope. The most successful fishermen sometimes have to throw the big ones back, especially if they're sick.)
Take away She'll wonder about that for a long time. I did a take away on a HB10 in Cafe Boheme in Hoxton, London, but I moved on to Sarge in other areas of the bar & the city & forgot all about her. I've never really had a regular wingman so I got very good at endearing myself to people by gaming them & social proofing from people I'd met recently, the three D's as I call them, the doormen, the Djs, the Door Picker (usually weilding a clipboard or these days a PDA)... More than a year later some hot girl comes up to me & I knew I'd seen her somewhere before. She was bounding up to me like some AFC (Average Frustrated Chick) & starts going on about herself; "Remember me? From Cafe Boheme?"
I did remember but I acted like I didn't & was trying to remember. I gave her the impression that I'm surrounded by chicks of her calibre all the time (which is only true if I'm Sarging at London Fashion Week) Anyway, the number close was easy & I instant dated her to this posh delicatessens near Harley St. I knew all the staff there at the time & they assumed her to be someone I was 'interviewing'... naturally she asked why the waitress had thought I might be interviewing her. I played that down & let her curiosity grow by avoiding the subject & talking about a police operation to take down some street-racers which was like something straight out of a Need for Speed video game. This story was kunny (quick & funny) & sad because at the time a film: 'The Fast & The Furious' had just come out & had obviously inspired the street racers. This girl lights up, "Omigod Vin Diesel is so hot" Great, she's bitten, saved me the trouble. One of the things chicks love about Vin Diesel is his voice & you'll know that in his films his tonality, inflection & concise delivery is great to hear. I started to use some NLP on her, just simple stuff, embedded suggestions & such (I sound pretty close to Mark 'Vin' Vincent at times) & she pointed this out. Don't think I'm some Jeffries Jedi Wannabe, I try to avoid 'tech' in my sarging but this girl was hot. She was playing too easily for my liking; already number closed & completely bounce-happy; she was up for doing anything I wanted, "I have the whole afternoon free." she said.
She was recently single, getting lonely & wanted some fun (**Why aren't you having any then**) I was thinking. I won't bore you with the rest but my take-away of the previous year had been enough to win her alone.
I remember at one point she was stuck like a bunny in headlights looking at me & I said, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" & she said,
"Oh, God, sorry, I was just thinking how my friends would love you."
This was the sort of girl that wants to get married if she's thinking about that. I said something like, "Yeah, well I hope they're as hot as you."
She found that funny but I meant that I hope I'd find them more interesting.
The last straw was when she said something racist about immigrants, racism is something I will not tolerate, doesn't matter how hot you are; (At the time there was a big influx of refugees hitching rides on freight trains via the Channel Tunnel) I stopped her turned her around & smacked her ass as you would a red-headed stepchild. Good ass, shame about its owner. (Even though I could own that ass on my face all day) I indicated that I disagreed with her on the immigration issue & she started trying to claw back from it saying how her dad 'employs loads of them.' Game over sugar, you blew it instead of blowing me.
If I'd said, "Lets go back to your pad so I can rectally **** you like an animal... from behind... without lubricant." then yeah, I'd hope she'd be put off, yet I had the feeling that this clearly sex-staved Diva would have thought it was an excellent suggestion (command via inflection of course) So we bounced a couple of times & although HOT, great legs, sexy clothes, a body like Kelly Brook's (she had great cleavage) & a face like a white (but supremacist) Halle Berry, this chick had forgotten all about playing hard to get & really wanted me, in fact disagreeing with her made her want me even more. An advancement of neg theory.
So people, be wary of this, I'm sure you know of Cat String Theory. Well it works for guys too. This HB10 was in the palm of my hand & I was TURNED OFF by her. I did all the right moves, derailing any BUSINESS or POLITICAL conversations onto my FUN SEXY tracks & she still demonstrated that she was VERY boring. I made true my false time constraint & I walked away from the ***** for the second time.
If I run into her again I'm just going to drag her into St. James' park & **** the **** out of her. She did after all have a slappable ass.
If I'd had an undiscerning Wingman with me that day I'd have insisted he snipe for sure.
Take away She'll wonder about that for a long time. I did a take away on a HB10 in Cafe Boheme in Hoxton, London, but I moved on to Sarge in other areas of the bar & the city & forgot all about her. I've never really had a regular wingman so I got very good at endearing myself to people by gaming them & social proofing from people I'd met recently, the three D's as I call them, the doormen, the Djs, the Door Picker (usually weilding a clipboard or these days a PDA)... More than a year later some hot girl comes up to me & I knew I'd seen her somewhere before. She was bounding up to me like some AFC (Average Frustrated Chick) & starts going on about herself; "Remember me? From Cafe Boheme?"
I did remember but I acted like I didn't & was trying to remember. I gave her the impression that I'm surrounded by chicks of her calibre all the time (which is only true if I'm Sarging at London Fashion Week) Anyway, the number close was easy & I instant dated her to this posh delicatessens near Harley St. I knew all the staff there at the time & they assumed her to be someone I was 'interviewing'... naturally she asked why the waitress had thought I might be interviewing her. I played that down & let her curiosity grow by avoiding the subject & talking about a police operation to take down some street-racers which was like something straight out of a Need for Speed video game. This story was kunny (quick & funny) & sad because at the time a film: 'The Fast & The Furious' had just come out & had obviously inspired the street racers. This girl lights up, "Omigod Vin Diesel is so hot" Great, she's bitten, saved me the trouble. One of the things chicks love about Vin Diesel is his voice & you'll know that in his films his tonality, inflection & concise delivery is great to hear. I started to use some NLP on her, just simple stuff, embedded suggestions & such (I sound pretty close to Mark 'Vin' Vincent at times) & she pointed this out. Don't think I'm some Jeffries Jedi Wannabe, I try to avoid 'tech' in my sarging but this girl was hot. She was playing too easily for my liking; already number closed & completely bounce-happy; she was up for doing anything I wanted, "I have the whole afternoon free." she said.
She was recently single, getting lonely & wanted some fun (**Why aren't you having any then**) I was thinking. I won't bore you with the rest but my take-away of the previous year had been enough to win her alone.
I remember at one point she was stuck like a bunny in headlights looking at me & I said, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" & she said,
"Oh, God, sorry, I was just thinking how my friends would love you."
This was the sort of girl that wants to get married if she's thinking about that. I said something like, "Yeah, well I hope they're as hot as you."
She found that funny but I meant that I hope I'd find them more interesting.
The last straw was when she said something racist about immigrants, racism is something I will not tolerate, doesn't matter how hot you are; (At the time there was a big influx of refugees hitching rides on freight trains via the Channel Tunnel) I stopped her turned her around & smacked her ass as you would a red-headed stepchild. Good ass, shame about its owner. (Even though I could own that ass on my face all day) I indicated that I disagreed with her on the immigration issue & she started trying to claw back from it saying how her dad 'employs loads of them.' Game over sugar, you blew it instead of blowing me.
If I'd said, "Lets go back to your pad so I can rectally **** you like an animal... from behind... without lubricant." then yeah, I'd hope she'd be put off, yet I had the feeling that this clearly sex-staved Diva would have thought it was an excellent suggestion (command via inflection of course) So we bounced a couple of times & although HOT, great legs, sexy clothes, a body like Kelly Brook's (she had great cleavage) & a face like a white (but supremacist) Halle Berry, this chick had forgotten all about playing hard to get & really wanted me, in fact disagreeing with her made her want me even more. An advancement of neg theory.
So people, be wary of this, I'm sure you know of Cat String Theory. Well it works for guys too. This HB10 was in the palm of my hand & I was TURNED OFF by her. I did all the right moves, derailing any BUSINESS or POLITICAL conversations onto my FUN SEXY tracks & she still demonstrated that she was VERY boring. I made true my false time constraint & I walked away from the ***** for the second time.
If I run into her again I'm just going to drag her into St. James' park & **** the **** out of her. She did after all have a slappable ass.
If I'd had an undiscerning Wingman with me that day I'd have insisted he snipe for sure.