Hey guys, I've been requested to re-post this again on sosuave (it was originally on ASF) because apparently there seems to be a few asian guys here who have issues with being able to get white chicks ... Feel free to email me with any questions and comments ([email protected]), because I don't usually check this site very often. Cheers mates!
I haven't written up a LR in a little while, so I thought I'd do one that to some extent reflects the state of my game to date. I think the real journey to becoming a PUA is basically how much you become subconsciously competent with what you learn from the vast collection of field experiences and material that you get exposed to.
I've been in the game for 18 months now, and I've still got a long way to go before becoming a fully fledged PUA.
It's one thing to read a post describing particular situations and phenomena, but it's a total shock to truly experience them for yourself. Often things happen, and you think "WTF?" in the moment, but it's when you're driving home that you realise "****, they've talking about that on ASF for the last 2 years"!
For me some of these things are:
- Party chicks actively looking for an ONS, will seek a "secret society" guy, who fully knows that it's entirely possible to **** a chick without having to say a word to her. If you run in to these girls, isolate them, shut the **** up and go sexual like a mother****er.
- There are quite distinctly points in the sarge when the chick's buying temperature is sufficiently up for you to escalate to the next stage. Whether it's from attraction to rapport, or rapport to seduction. And there's a look that chicks have when you're just about to lose them. They kinda have a WTF look in their eyes as they kinda furrow their brow and scan your face. And you have about 30 milliseconds to say/do something (like kiss her) to retrieve the situation. If you fail to recognise these signals and continue on oblivious to them, you'll get blown out and she'll think you're dork... Even though you may walk away chuckling and congratulating yourself on how C&F you were and how she never figured out what you did for a living...
- When you're in the seduction stage, I've found that continually repeating "I am gonna **** you" slowly and distinctly in your mind, helps to drown out your self doubt and nervousness.
- Remember your ABC (Always - Be - Closing). Credit Tuxedo Machine for drumming that in and getting me to watch "Glengarry Glen Ross". For all you guys who haven't seen the movie it's ****ing brilliant. Watch Al Pacino as Ricky Roma - a stunning example of guy in his reality who knows how to really *talk* to people.
- If you're gonna do the semi-gay/sexually ambiguous thing, drop it as soon as you get to the rapport stage - beyond the initial attraction phase, it's probably hurting you more than pushing the sarge forward. Credit DangerousDan for helping me to cut that out.
Well on to the actual LR. It was a Monday night, and I had a bunch of numbers from the weekend that I needed to call but being the procastinating bastard that I am, I decided to go do some more sarging instead. My neighbour Mick, had just lost his job and wanted to go get a drink so we headed down to St Kilda to the Elephant & Wheelbarrow. I used to be there every Monday night last year for the "Neighbours Night" (which was full of chicks from the UK) - but these days they've cordoned off all the backpackers in the bar back and started charging to allow you access to them (smart management).
So we stuck around the front bar area with our pints of Stella Artois until I spotted a 2set that had just come out from the back bar, and were sitting down at a table. There was a hot one - HB7.5Tartan and her UG4Chubby friend. In K-Flex's book "the Art of Mackin" he says ideally you should have 2 wings when you go out - the "Checkmate Homie" - who you set on the hotter ****blocks and a "Scavenger Homie" - who'll take anything he can get. That night, Mick kindly became my Scavenger Homie.
I got up and sauntered on over, getting and maintaining their EC along the way. I pulled up a chair and took my time making myself a place at their table. Finally, looking them both in the eyes again and say
"Oh, I'm so sorry I was late. Traffic was MURDER... How've you been anyway?" with a big **** eating grin.
They both look at each other and burst out laughing.
This has been my default opener for the last few months. Credit Kayak for giving it to me. It only works when you can build up the tension, with absolutely confident body language.
From there it was just mainly fluff about their time so far in Australia. I did the accomplishment intro for my wing -
"Ladies this man here is the coolest dude in the land. I'd like to introduce you to the recipient of the International Ass Model of the Year 2001 through to 2003 - and the contender most likely to win again this year ... MICK"
They loved it, and it was funny especially if you saw him - he's a big tubby guy with a beard. But he's naturally very charming, funny and easy going, and has excellent tonality and projection - he sings in musicals/plays. It was actually because of him that I got into ASF in the first place (at the time it blew me away that he'd slept with over 50 women, despite being fat and having no money).
They were from Scotland and were in Melbourne for 5 days before heading off up north. I asked how they knew each other ... and they'd met each other while in New Zealand. Which meant they weren't inseparable best friends...
I knew it was game on when I asked them what they had planned that night, and HB7.5Tartan looked at me in the eyes and said "nothing yet ... it depends" and smiled. Basically at that point, it was like cooljoe's post from last year (DAFS - it's a must read) she wanted to get boned and it was just a matter of me not ****ing it up.
Mick extracted his fat chick to a pizza shop.
And HB7.5Tartan started yawning and saying how she should catch a taxi home. I countered with:
"Taxi? OMG! You don't wanna catch a taxi here in Australia! You know all those missing Al Queda fugitives? Everyone thinks they're in Pakistan, but noooooo. Hell no. They've all moved to Melbourne to be taxi drivers. I can't even start to tell you the things that they've been doing to their poor passengers... Oh the horror!"
She was laughing, as I led her to my convertible. Then it was back up to the hostel where I came up to see her travel pics... a massage, an fclose and some happy snaps of my own.
ps. they're on my auseduction gallery. Am I one sick twisted mother****er or what?
http://www.auseduction.com/gallery/albun25
Hoobie
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International Playboy Prince at large.
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I haven't written up a LR in a little while, so I thought I'd do one that to some extent reflects the state of my game to date. I think the real journey to becoming a PUA is basically how much you become subconsciously competent with what you learn from the vast collection of field experiences and material that you get exposed to.
I've been in the game for 18 months now, and I've still got a long way to go before becoming a fully fledged PUA.
It's one thing to read a post describing particular situations and phenomena, but it's a total shock to truly experience them for yourself. Often things happen, and you think "WTF?" in the moment, but it's when you're driving home that you realise "****, they've talking about that on ASF for the last 2 years"!
For me some of these things are:
- Party chicks actively looking for an ONS, will seek a "secret society" guy, who fully knows that it's entirely possible to **** a chick without having to say a word to her. If you run in to these girls, isolate them, shut the **** up and go sexual like a mother****er.
- There are quite distinctly points in the sarge when the chick's buying temperature is sufficiently up for you to escalate to the next stage. Whether it's from attraction to rapport, or rapport to seduction. And there's a look that chicks have when you're just about to lose them. They kinda have a WTF look in their eyes as they kinda furrow their brow and scan your face. And you have about 30 milliseconds to say/do something (like kiss her) to retrieve the situation. If you fail to recognise these signals and continue on oblivious to them, you'll get blown out and she'll think you're dork... Even though you may walk away chuckling and congratulating yourself on how C&F you were and how she never figured out what you did for a living...
- When you're in the seduction stage, I've found that continually repeating "I am gonna **** you" slowly and distinctly in your mind, helps to drown out your self doubt and nervousness.
- Remember your ABC (Always - Be - Closing). Credit Tuxedo Machine for drumming that in and getting me to watch "Glengarry Glen Ross". For all you guys who haven't seen the movie it's ****ing brilliant. Watch Al Pacino as Ricky Roma - a stunning example of guy in his reality who knows how to really *talk* to people.
- If you're gonna do the semi-gay/sexually ambiguous thing, drop it as soon as you get to the rapport stage - beyond the initial attraction phase, it's probably hurting you more than pushing the sarge forward. Credit DangerousDan for helping me to cut that out.
Well on to the actual LR. It was a Monday night, and I had a bunch of numbers from the weekend that I needed to call but being the procastinating bastard that I am, I decided to go do some more sarging instead. My neighbour Mick, had just lost his job and wanted to go get a drink so we headed down to St Kilda to the Elephant & Wheelbarrow. I used to be there every Monday night last year for the "Neighbours Night" (which was full of chicks from the UK) - but these days they've cordoned off all the backpackers in the bar back and started charging to allow you access to them (smart management).
So we stuck around the front bar area with our pints of Stella Artois until I spotted a 2set that had just come out from the back bar, and were sitting down at a table. There was a hot one - HB7.5Tartan and her UG4Chubby friend. In K-Flex's book "the Art of Mackin" he says ideally you should have 2 wings when you go out - the "Checkmate Homie" - who you set on the hotter ****blocks and a "Scavenger Homie" - who'll take anything he can get. That night, Mick kindly became my Scavenger Homie.
I got up and sauntered on over, getting and maintaining their EC along the way. I pulled up a chair and took my time making myself a place at their table. Finally, looking them both in the eyes again and say
"Oh, I'm so sorry I was late. Traffic was MURDER... How've you been anyway?" with a big **** eating grin.
They both look at each other and burst out laughing.
This has been my default opener for the last few months. Credit Kayak for giving it to me. It only works when you can build up the tension, with absolutely confident body language.
From there it was just mainly fluff about their time so far in Australia. I did the accomplishment intro for my wing -
"Ladies this man here is the coolest dude in the land. I'd like to introduce you to the recipient of the International Ass Model of the Year 2001 through to 2003 - and the contender most likely to win again this year ... MICK"
They loved it, and it was funny especially if you saw him - he's a big tubby guy with a beard. But he's naturally very charming, funny and easy going, and has excellent tonality and projection - he sings in musicals/plays. It was actually because of him that I got into ASF in the first place (at the time it blew me away that he'd slept with over 50 women, despite being fat and having no money).
They were from Scotland and were in Melbourne for 5 days before heading off up north. I asked how they knew each other ... and they'd met each other while in New Zealand. Which meant they weren't inseparable best friends...
I knew it was game on when I asked them what they had planned that night, and HB7.5Tartan looked at me in the eyes and said "nothing yet ... it depends" and smiled. Basically at that point, it was like cooljoe's post from last year (DAFS - it's a must read) she wanted to get boned and it was just a matter of me not ****ing it up.
Mick extracted his fat chick to a pizza shop.
And HB7.5Tartan started yawning and saying how she should catch a taxi home. I countered with:
"Taxi? OMG! You don't wanna catch a taxi here in Australia! You know all those missing Al Queda fugitives? Everyone thinks they're in Pakistan, but noooooo. Hell no. They've all moved to Melbourne to be taxi drivers. I can't even start to tell you the things that they've been doing to their poor passengers... Oh the horror!"
She was laughing, as I led her to my convertible. Then it was back up to the hostel where I came up to see her travel pics... a massage, an fclose and some happy snaps of my own.
ps. they're on my auseduction gallery. Am I one sick twisted mother****er or what?
http://www.auseduction.com/gallery/albun25
Hoobie
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International Playboy Prince at large.
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