Gentlemen.
Last night was a startling discovery; and I'll share with you what I learned in just a moment.
The Club of choice : Empire
The Date: Sunday 17 May 2009 (Long Weekend)
I entered Empire dressed to kill; realizing the moment I walked in, that I may have possibly been too overdressed for the occasion. The club was holding a beach party event, there were amazingly good looking hired guns in bikinis everywhere I turned. It was early, and only myself and two other personal friends were with me; the club had yet to pick up.
The moment I walked in - I was in my element. I large smile crept over my face, and I was having fun, playing volleyball with some of the girls, shooting the shit - and just being social. No real game was run at this point - till JD (who is aware of my alter ego), mentioned that I hadn't open a true set yet. He points me out to one - and without hesitation I walk over and run an opener to get the cobwebs out of the system.
The set went well, and there was potential to make it more than it was; but it was practice and none of the girls had any appeal to me. So I ejected and struck the dance floor and had some fun; till Ron Burgundy appears. Oddly enough I wasn't aware of the guy to girl ratio - for to me, it appeared to me that there were a lot of women, and the guys didn't exist. Which must have added something to my frame of mind - I'm not entirely sure.
I run a quick set while introducing myself and negging the target. The set responded with good energy (4 mixed set), but ran into an awkward pause - and ejected myself (I have to stop doing this). Eventually things took a different route.
I was outside in the smoking pit - waiting for Ron, while running a 2 set.
Charisma: Bonjour!
HB 8: ...
Charisma: Normal people tend to say 'hi' back.
HB 8: *laughs* Hi there!
The conversation sways back and forth and she mentions she came back from a Caribbean cruise, which case I take 3 steps back and look at her with a cocked eyebrow and smile...
Charisma: I'm making a new rule - I'm maintaining a distance of 4 feet from you at all times; you may very well possibly have the swine flu....
HB 8: *shocked and tries to close the distance* I do not! *laughs*
Charisma: *Compensates by taking a step back* Are you always like this?
At this point she's actually chasing me down to get close. I'm am amazed on how well cat-string theory works on sets. You do the opposite of a normal guy - and a girl will want to close that distance.
Her friend finishes her smoke (kinda ignored her...my mistake) and grabs her friend (Brittney by the way) heading back into the club. Which case I run into Ron, who managed to sneak by me without me noticing. He goes to tear up the club running some 'I Mac Ho's' game (which sadly I didn't get to see it in action); and I head off to run my own sets.
I ran into a 2 set on the floor, and chose my target, while the obstacle was doing all she could to dance with me. I managed to laugh and have a good time with them - and was used as a cock block to get ride of chodes who tried to get to with them by grinding behind them. One guy looks at me and says 'You're a lucky son of a bitch'; where I ran Mystery's one-liner 'Hey bro...I'll give you two hundred bucks if you take these girls off me...'
The look on the faces of my set was PRICELESS.
Eventually I had enough of dancing to the side, and took my target (Nicole), and began to run some minor dance game (push-pull) and she was incredibly touchy. I knew the vibe was on.
But this is where I lost my frame. I gave into her; I stopped pushing her away, surrendering myself to the bliss of being with a woman I was heavily attracted to. However, my mind raced back, and I remembered that if I wanted this girl I would have to pull the trigger and try something new.
I held out my arm, motioned for her to come with me; she complies, and I start heading off to an isolation location. 20 feet later....
Nicole: 'Where's Erin?'
Charisma: 'I have no idea, lets look together.'
Nicole: *Checks her phone* 'I'm going to see if she's on the floor' *walks away*
...Damn it.
Later throughout the night, I saw her again, and decided in my head that I wanted her, and I was not going to walk away empty handed; I was going to at least try to get the girl I was attract to. At this point she's dancing on the stage, I walk over to the edge, and motion her with my hand outstretched to come down to me. She shakes her head smiling - and I'm left there looking like a chode.
There's something to be said about having a dominating presence; and I realize now that there is no reason why I should bend to a woman based on her looks alone. I should have shrugged and ran another set - but I was so fixated on what I did wrong - that I took the rejection personally. Oddly enough - I don't regret chasing after her. I think I rather get shot down than wonder the whole night 'what would have happened?' But I promise to carry on this enlightenment into my next set.
Light bulbs are clicking in my head, and I just realized - how EASY it is to jump from attraction to comfort. All this time I complicated it; now I know that if I want the girl - all i have to do is get the girl; in other words...PULL THE TRIGGER! The only thing stopping me is myself.
I am looking forward to the next time I go out and run game - I think there's a lot of promise and I may yet get a girl or two in my life very soon.
Last night was a startling discovery; and I'll share with you what I learned in just a moment.
The Club of choice : Empire
The Date: Sunday 17 May 2009 (Long Weekend)
I entered Empire dressed to kill; realizing the moment I walked in, that I may have possibly been too overdressed for the occasion. The club was holding a beach party event, there were amazingly good looking hired guns in bikinis everywhere I turned. It was early, and only myself and two other personal friends were with me; the club had yet to pick up.
The moment I walked in - I was in my element. I large smile crept over my face, and I was having fun, playing volleyball with some of the girls, shooting the shit - and just being social. No real game was run at this point - till JD (who is aware of my alter ego), mentioned that I hadn't open a true set yet. He points me out to one - and without hesitation I walk over and run an opener to get the cobwebs out of the system.
The set went well, and there was potential to make it more than it was; but it was practice and none of the girls had any appeal to me. So I ejected and struck the dance floor and had some fun; till Ron Burgundy appears. Oddly enough I wasn't aware of the guy to girl ratio - for to me, it appeared to me that there were a lot of women, and the guys didn't exist. Which must have added something to my frame of mind - I'm not entirely sure.
I run a quick set while introducing myself and negging the target. The set responded with good energy (4 mixed set), but ran into an awkward pause - and ejected myself (I have to stop doing this). Eventually things took a different route.
I was outside in the smoking pit - waiting for Ron, while running a 2 set.
Charisma: Bonjour!
HB 8: ...
Charisma: Normal people tend to say 'hi' back.
HB 8: *laughs* Hi there!
The conversation sways back and forth and she mentions she came back from a Caribbean cruise, which case I take 3 steps back and look at her with a cocked eyebrow and smile...
Charisma: I'm making a new rule - I'm maintaining a distance of 4 feet from you at all times; you may very well possibly have the swine flu....
HB 8: *shocked and tries to close the distance* I do not! *laughs*
Charisma: *Compensates by taking a step back* Are you always like this?
At this point she's actually chasing me down to get close. I'm am amazed on how well cat-string theory works on sets. You do the opposite of a normal guy - and a girl will want to close that distance.
Her friend finishes her smoke (kinda ignored her...my mistake) and grabs her friend (Brittney by the way) heading back into the club. Which case I run into Ron, who managed to sneak by me without me noticing. He goes to tear up the club running some 'I Mac Ho's' game (which sadly I didn't get to see it in action); and I head off to run my own sets.
I ran into a 2 set on the floor, and chose my target, while the obstacle was doing all she could to dance with me. I managed to laugh and have a good time with them - and was used as a cock block to get ride of chodes who tried to get to with them by grinding behind them. One guy looks at me and says 'You're a lucky son of a bitch'; where I ran Mystery's one-liner 'Hey bro...I'll give you two hundred bucks if you take these girls off me...'
The look on the faces of my set was PRICELESS.
Eventually I had enough of dancing to the side, and took my target (Nicole), and began to run some minor dance game (push-pull) and she was incredibly touchy. I knew the vibe was on.
But this is where I lost my frame. I gave into her; I stopped pushing her away, surrendering myself to the bliss of being with a woman I was heavily attracted to. However, my mind raced back, and I remembered that if I wanted this girl I would have to pull the trigger and try something new.
I held out my arm, motioned for her to come with me; she complies, and I start heading off to an isolation location. 20 feet later....
Nicole: 'Where's Erin?'
Charisma: 'I have no idea, lets look together.'
Nicole: *Checks her phone* 'I'm going to see if she's on the floor' *walks away*
...Damn it.
Later throughout the night, I saw her again, and decided in my head that I wanted her, and I was not going to walk away empty handed; I was going to at least try to get the girl I was attract to. At this point she's dancing on the stage, I walk over to the edge, and motion her with my hand outstretched to come down to me. She shakes her head smiling - and I'm left there looking like a chode.
There's something to be said about having a dominating presence; and I realize now that there is no reason why I should bend to a woman based on her looks alone. I should have shrugged and ran another set - but I was so fixated on what I did wrong - that I took the rejection personally. Oddly enough - I don't regret chasing after her. I think I rather get shot down than wonder the whole night 'what would have happened?' But I promise to carry on this enlightenment into my next set.Light bulbs are clicking in my head, and I just realized - how EASY it is to jump from attraction to comfort. All this time I complicated it; now I know that if I want the girl - all i have to do is get the girl; in other words...PULL THE TRIGGER! The only thing stopping me is myself.
I am looking forward to the next time I go out and run game - I think there's a lot of promise and I may yet get a girl or two in my life very soon.
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