As with many drawn into self-improvement, I come from an analytical background. Over the last year, my focus has been on social improvement and as a result my schoolwork suffered. In the past month, hardened determination helped me rekindle my aggression in developing my trade, my one true academic pursuit. Meanwhile, the Lothario of the summer faded, and I put aside all thought of game.
It hurt.
My friends with benefits dried into shrivels as grapes tend to raisins.
I had not forgotten the basics--dress well and go out. Every week day at noon, I went out and met a new girl on campus. Yet inside, I could feel the monster; I knew I was a beta again. I could keep a flirty conversation and scintillating eye contact. But my inside started asking questions. "You had four girls this summer and now you have nothing. How can you congruently try to convince this girl you are a gift to her desire? What if others start overhearing this and you become notorious on campus?"
The grue of external validation lurks around nothing but an ephemeral corner of the psyche. I had stamped it out of existence, or so I thought. A masculine core once united, beaming with gilded shield and cocksure of its status as pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, was sliced. I understood (quite frankly, very well) the only way to feeling amazing and loving women and feeling their love in return was a bootstrap; an axiom. I project my reality onto others, and they accept it. I am the man who laughs and commands as the public gathers to share in my joy.
But keeping this shit on a back-burner is fucking hard.
I thought I had internalized all inner game once and for all, and put it to the test with a month of abstinence. I don't want to be thinking about these things multiple hours a day, or even a week.
Alas, without resistance, our society and our self pushes us back to the status quo. I'm not supposed to stop that girl and tell her I think she's cute and flirt with her and want to fuck her without a relationship. Actually, wrong. That's bullshit. Somehow, shards of this lens cut me, when I thought I had fused with armor. Time and time again, it appears we can't escape our primitive nature. Indeed, what else is seduction?
Well fuck you, brain. I'm going back to studying; I'm going to be a world-class mathematician. And a lot of women will be lucky enough to get their most trembling orgasm while I'm at it.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Fuck Around
You have to fuck around.
To gain the confidence and unencumbered demeanor of the charming individual, ignore the filter your mind has for stupid shit. The subconscious effects on your personality will be stunning. You will be an unshakeable force, a sainthood to all around you.
I was on the subway with a mixed posse of friends a few months ago. We are standing and chatting like a gaggle of schoolgirls, as the passengers watch in amusement (or bemusement) either the passing landscape or our shenanigans. The compartment is nearly packed. My brain, in its sophomoric state, whispers an idea into my mind's ear. What if I ran up and down the train waving my arms and screaming "WHEEEE"? I know the idea only materialized because it made my gut feel queasy. So I have to do it. I turn to my friend and tell her "I'm going to do something crazy, but then you owe me one crazy." The onlookers respond with puzzlement, then break out the grins like kernels popping. Encouraged, I do it twice more. Miraculously, the world did not explode.
Over the summer, while visiting my family in San Diego, we went to a free outdoor classical concert. The scene is hundreds of mostly elder citizens in proto-formal dress and millinery. I want to dance. I am clueless, but I grab my cousin, a classically trained ballet dancer, and we jig to the concerto with the crowd on our flanks. Fun. A little later, after we sit, a jovial three-year-old girl starts shaking her butt to the music and a few giggles ensue. Almost unconsciously, my legs take me to her side and I mimic her hilarious buffoonery. Ass sway left, ass sway right, turn 360, repeat. As we leave shortly after, I can feel the audience stare; I soak it into my soul. More amusingly, my cousin tells me "you're so much fun..." with DDB eyes. Shit.
An old group of high school friends and I are gathered at Buffalo Wild Wings. We jest and jerk around, but a group of about fifteen high school students catches my attention--the three girls in attendance give butterflies to the stomach. Two blondes, one brunette. Once again, my brain indulges in its characteristic folly, and I can feel my heart pounding as the idea hatches in my head and breaks out of its shell, covered in extroverted yolky goo. I have no purpose but self-amusement. I tell my friends, who are unaccustomed to my recent transition into a retarded deity, I will meet them for their smoke break in a moment.
Like Optimus Prime assembling, my heart rate calms instantly and my posture expands, as I get up slowly and walk to the group. I silently wait until they acknowledge my presence. "Hey, guys." That comma is there for a reason. Think of this as two sentences. It is important to speak slowly, deeply, confidently, and give ample seconds pause between statements in situations like this. I make strong eye contact with the more beautiful blonde, the leader of the group, and continue. "I just lot a bet." Their curiosity is peaked. "And in order to fulfill that bet, I have to do a dare." Typical adolescent "oooooh"s as they prepare for me to presumably embarrass myself. I decided to make the brunette's day, she must not get as much attention in this social circle. Our eyes connect, and I say "I have to tell you... what I first said... when I walked in and saw you." They go wild with more stupid noises. (She's blushing.) "I said..."
They are all leaning in at this point. "Oh my god, she is beautiful" with a nearly flat inflection. And they erupt. After a few seconds of settling, one inane kid says "dude, that's my sister." I say "cool." He then asks "are you going to talk about my sister like that?" What an idiot. My esprit de l'escalier tells me I should have said "you don't think your sister is beautiful?" My mouth uttered something unremarkable but confident, "it's a bet, and what's done is done." The head diva shouts to her friend, "give him a hug!" They chime in, "yeah, give him a hug!" She got up and got a hug.
I leave you with a video of me turning the cafeteria crowd into an instrument, a la Bobby McFerrin.
To gain the confidence and unencumbered demeanor of the charming individual, ignore the filter your mind has for stupid shit. The subconscious effects on your personality will be stunning. You will be an unshakeable force, a sainthood to all around you.
I was on the subway with a mixed posse of friends a few months ago. We are standing and chatting like a gaggle of schoolgirls, as the passengers watch in amusement (or bemusement) either the passing landscape or our shenanigans. The compartment is nearly packed. My brain, in its sophomoric state, whispers an idea into my mind's ear. What if I ran up and down the train waving my arms and screaming "WHEEEE"? I know the idea only materialized because it made my gut feel queasy. So I have to do it. I turn to my friend and tell her "I'm going to do something crazy, but then you owe me one crazy." The onlookers respond with puzzlement, then break out the grins like kernels popping. Encouraged, I do it twice more. Miraculously, the world did not explode.
Over the summer, while visiting my family in San Diego, we went to a free outdoor classical concert. The scene is hundreds of mostly elder citizens in proto-formal dress and millinery. I want to dance. I am clueless, but I grab my cousin, a classically trained ballet dancer, and we jig to the concerto with the crowd on our flanks. Fun. A little later, after we sit, a jovial three-year-old girl starts shaking her butt to the music and a few giggles ensue. Almost unconsciously, my legs take me to her side and I mimic her hilarious buffoonery. Ass sway left, ass sway right, turn 360, repeat. As we leave shortly after, I can feel the audience stare; I soak it into my soul. More amusingly, my cousin tells me "you're so much fun..." with DDB eyes. Shit.
An old group of high school friends and I are gathered at Buffalo Wild Wings. We jest and jerk around, but a group of about fifteen high school students catches my attention--the three girls in attendance give butterflies to the stomach. Two blondes, one brunette. Once again, my brain indulges in its characteristic folly, and I can feel my heart pounding as the idea hatches in my head and breaks out of its shell, covered in extroverted yolky goo. I have no purpose but self-amusement. I tell my friends, who are unaccustomed to my recent transition into a retarded deity, I will meet them for their smoke break in a moment.
Like Optimus Prime assembling, my heart rate calms instantly and my posture expands, as I get up slowly and walk to the group. I silently wait until they acknowledge my presence. "Hey, guys." That comma is there for a reason. Think of this as two sentences. It is important to speak slowly, deeply, confidently, and give ample seconds pause between statements in situations like this. I make strong eye contact with the more beautiful blonde, the leader of the group, and continue. "I just lot a bet." Their curiosity is peaked. "And in order to fulfill that bet, I have to do a dare." Typical adolescent "oooooh"s as they prepare for me to presumably embarrass myself. I decided to make the brunette's day, she must not get as much attention in this social circle. Our eyes connect, and I say "I have to tell you... what I first said... when I walked in and saw you." They go wild with more stupid noises. (She's blushing.) "I said..."
They are all leaning in at this point. "Oh my god, she is beautiful" with a nearly flat inflection. And they erupt. After a few seconds of settling, one inane kid says "dude, that's my sister." I say "cool." He then asks "are you going to talk about my sister like that?" What an idiot. My esprit de l'escalier tells me I should have said "you don't think your sister is beautiful?" My mouth uttered something unremarkable but confident, "it's a bet, and what's done is done." The head diva shouts to her friend, "give him a hug!" They chime in, "yeah, give him a hug!" She got up and got a hug.
I leave you with a video of me turning the cafeteria crowd into an instrument, a la Bobby McFerrin.
You have to gain an omnipresent, omnipotent, unhumanly uncharacteristic inner strength. To know the world's opinion about you is of zero consequence. You can do that by fucking around. Be in this mode, always, and all the time.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Value is Relative
One of the reasons I have yet to rate a woman higher than a 7 is because I know the importance of psychological value differences. Attractiveness is a social phenomenon grounded in relative variables.
This is pristinely illustrated by one redditor, who is awarded a freshly-minted genuine Wesno Certificate of Nefarious Ingenuity, summa cum laude.
A few months ago two friends and I decided to do something interesting. We live in a relatively small town. Not tiny, but small. On OkCupid we saw about 30 women from here, but they would not respond often. So we decided to create 50 fake accounts, all of them beautiful women that would divert attention. We meticulously constructed the profiles to look authentic. Then came the day to set everything in motion. My two friends operated the 50 accounts while I found the prettiest (real)woman I could and after a while decided to hit on her.
It worked. With everyone, particularly the hunks, occupied with fake women I secured a date with a woman who was most certainly out of my league. Two dates. Sex. Still seeing her, but wouldn't want her or anyone else to know about how I got her.
I'm planning on automating this with some coding in the future so it will scale for when I'm in a small city or something.
The neg, qualification, and the above deliciously serpentine exploit are all concrete realizations of the more abstract concept of value equalization. Temper the woman's posturings, her imagined self-importance, and her legs will part like the Red Sea.
This is pristinely illustrated by one redditor, who is awarded a freshly-minted genuine Wesno Certificate of Nefarious Ingenuity, summa cum laude.
A few months ago two friends and I decided to do something interesting. We live in a relatively small town. Not tiny, but small. On OkCupid we saw about 30 women from here, but they would not respond often. So we decided to create 50 fake accounts, all of them beautiful women that would divert attention. We meticulously constructed the profiles to look authentic. Then came the day to set everything in motion. My two friends operated the 50 accounts while I found the prettiest (real)woman I could and after a while decided to hit on her.
It worked. With everyone, particularly the hunks, occupied with fake women I secured a date with a woman who was most certainly out of my league. Two dates. Sex. Still seeing her, but wouldn't want her or anyone else to know about how I got her.
I'm planning on automating this with some coding in the future so it will scale for when I'm in a small city or something.
The neg, qualification, and the above deliciously serpentine exploit are all concrete realizations of the more abstract concept of value equalization. Temper the woman's posturings, her imagined self-importance, and her legs will part like the Red Sea.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Game is Ultimately Reactive
The alpha male is unfazed by the world. He cares not for its impulses, impositions, and predilections. Reality is his arena, the world his playground.
Yet we are reactive.
By tautology, the law of excluded middle, the men with female abundance reached that status either by intention or by incidence.
The former encompass the mindful seducer, the pick-up artist, the playboy, and the wealthy man who pursued his riches for sex.
Rock stars, famous artists, and the wealthy via inheritance, luck, or unadulterated passion for money land in the latter category.
Both stand abreast in spirit and skill, but reached their position through different means. We (for if you are reading this blog, then undoubtedly you belong in the former) faked being attractive individuals by mechanics until we understood what being attractive means.
And therein lies the fundamental reactive nature of our class of alpha male.
If an alternate reality prescribed that rock stars yield no pussy magnetism and comedians do, the alpha male by incidence would still pursue his musical passion without regard for women. Yet we would look towards comedians for attractive behavior.
You may tell yourself you have reached a zenith of clarity. You may insist your game has reached a state where you truly do not look towards the world for validation. You may defy the world controls you. You are also wrong.
If excessive complimenting, the wittiest banter, and frequent calling yielded strong female affection, you would do it. Subconsciously or intentionally, if you wanted to get fucked or marry a sweetheart, you would do it.
And so what?
Game is utilitarian. The world-famous actor gets barraged by women until it is almost a nuisance. He has no game, for game is purposeful seduction. Game is reactive imitation of the successful. Once the societal or personal achievement is primary and the abundance of beautiful girls tangential, it is no longer game.
We cannot forget our genesis. Even if you are goddamn good at getting pussy, if what you ultimately love more is the resulting female companionship and not the tranquility or solidity of the alpha state, you would be a different person if Hollywood was reality. You are, at the core, reactive.
And so what?
This is fun.
Yet we are reactive.
By tautology, the law of excluded middle, the men with female abundance reached that status either by intention or by incidence.
The former encompass the mindful seducer, the pick-up artist, the playboy, and the wealthy man who pursued his riches for sex.
Rock stars, famous artists, and the wealthy via inheritance, luck, or unadulterated passion for money land in the latter category.
Both stand abreast in spirit and skill, but reached their position through different means. We (for if you are reading this blog, then undoubtedly you belong in the former) faked being attractive individuals by mechanics until we understood what being attractive means.
And therein lies the fundamental reactive nature of our class of alpha male.
If an alternate reality prescribed that rock stars yield no pussy magnetism and comedians do, the alpha male by incidence would still pursue his musical passion without regard for women. Yet we would look towards comedians for attractive behavior.
You may tell yourself you have reached a zenith of clarity. You may insist your game has reached a state where you truly do not look towards the world for validation. You may defy the world controls you. You are also wrong.
If excessive complimenting, the wittiest banter, and frequent calling yielded strong female affection, you would do it. Subconsciously or intentionally, if you wanted to get fucked or marry a sweetheart, you would do it.
And so what?
Game is utilitarian. The world-famous actor gets barraged by women until it is almost a nuisance. He has no game, for game is purposeful seduction. Game is reactive imitation of the successful. Once the societal or personal achievement is primary and the abundance of beautiful girls tangential, it is no longer game.
We cannot forget our genesis. Even if you are goddamn good at getting pussy, if what you ultimately love more is the resulting female companionship and not the tranquility or solidity of the alpha state, you would be a different person if Hollywood was reality. You are, at the core, reactive.
And so what?
This is fun.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
No-Sex Sex
I share with you a routine originally described to me by one of wisest seducers I know, Chopan. All writing hence in this post is his.
I'm gonna share a real good one with you guys. Perhaps it has been discussed before, I don't know... It works great and is thoroughly field tested by me... about 50 times now.
I start by isolating the girl, as much as possible. It works better in a very quiet area (like on my couch at home), but can work anywhere if you do it right. I tell them something like "You're really attractive but I don't think we'd be compatible at all sexually".
Usually she will try to qualify herself in some manner, and then I will say "Let's do a test. It's called no-sex sex. We are going to have sex, but only in our minds. No touching. Can you handle it?". They always like games and so they agree and I start. I face her directly. I make sure she is not seated in a manner where her face is above mine. I always want to be slightly higher. The only exception is if she is sitting on my lap. If she is on my lap, I prefer for her to be stradling me than to be sitting at 90 degrees. She needs to be comfortable. Make sure you get as close as possible. I mean inches away from her face if possible.
Tell her she has to look right into your eyes, not blink, and not look away or else she will prove to you that your suspicion was correct.... and that she sucks in bed.
Then as you situate her, (you tell her how to sit, her position, etc) you make sure that you get as much kino in as possible. If your legs are touching, it's good. If she is straddling you, it's even better. Grab her hands, interlock your fingers with hers. Get yourself in a nice sexual state. She is right there. Inches away. The only thing seperating you is a small amount of space, that is all. Now, just stare into her eyes. Let her stare back into yours. I usually smile at her at first. It makes her more comfortable and it more fun. Then I just visualize myself literally naked and in bed with her. It doesn't matter than we are clothed and on a chair at a friend's house. LOL... Slowly, you can start to hear her breath, and she can start to hear yours. After a while, my smile fades into more of a "I am fucking you" look... my mouth goes from being closed to slightly open. Most of the time, so does hers. Now you can hear your breathing even more. Sometimes, I make it pronounced. You see her breathing pickup. I have had girls pant.
Have sex with her. I don't know how to verbalize this well in this post. Your mouth is slightly open, you are staring right in her eyes, she is stradling you. Your smallest body movements feel pronounced. A slight push onto her pelvis, she feels it. Exhale quickly, let her hear your breath, at the same time squeeze her hand. Her interlocked fingers. You will notice she will squeeze back. I will straigten my torso as if I am pressing into hers, and I will notice she does the same.
3 minutes of this usually puts her in a complete sexual state. You just took her from being miss chatty livewire to a calm sexual state. You are controling her emotions.
Now you have a choice: you can keep it going, and many times it leads right into sex. Or you can push her off and after all this tension say "nah... not feeling it at all". What you do is a matter of how you want to calibrate. Sometimes I ask her a question... in a really quiet, breathy, sexy manner. "Where are we?"... and she will say something. I've heard all kinds of shit... from "On the beach"... to "My parents' bedroom". I wait... perhaps I will pull her in closer and ask another question...
You can break this off at anytime with the "Nah, its not working"... best to do it at the peak of it actually working. Push her off. If you want and are with her friend, pull in her friend. There is no rule that you can't try this again 10 minutes later and give her "another chance". It is damn fun. Thoroughly enjoyable. Girls love it because it is a game. Sometimes, they literally stop and move away. They can't take it. They always do the exhale with the "whoo".... as in "wow, that was hot", more so if there is someone else in the room.
You can create a lot of variations to this. I have had this no-sex sex with multiple girls at one place, pitting them against each other. Telling one she was slightly hotter than the other. They get into a real competitive feel after a while and try to outdo each other. Doing this in front of ANOTHER girl you just did this with, is pretty fucking hot. All the no-no's a girl may have about a 3-some are gone because no one is actually having real sex». If you get good at this, you will easily be able to get them into a "no-sex threesome" by sitting in a triangle formation. Yes, that has led into other things for me. Remember that for a lot of girls, this is the first time they are feeling/acting sexual with you with another girl standing right there watching. Done right, to both, it is a turn-on. I am leaving a lot of details out here, but you will get good at this if you try it. This works so if it doesn't for you, you are doing it wrong. I started off slow with this and now it is on a whole other level. I do things I don't want to share, you come up with your own.
I don't recommend you try to do this with more than 2 girls at once. I also don't recommend you doing it with cockblocks, chodes, and AMOG's in your way. I think some of this is common sense, you get the idea. If you have questions, ask me. This really does get me laid with an incredible success rate.
I'm gonna share a real good one with you guys. Perhaps it has been discussed before, I don't know... It works great and is thoroughly field tested by me... about 50 times now.
I start by isolating the girl, as much as possible. It works better in a very quiet area (like on my couch at home), but can work anywhere if you do it right. I tell them something like "You're really attractive but I don't think we'd be compatible at all sexually".
Usually she will try to qualify herself in some manner, and then I will say "Let's do a test. It's called no-sex sex. We are going to have sex, but only in our minds. No touching. Can you handle it?". They always like games and so they agree and I start. I face her directly. I make sure she is not seated in a manner where her face is above mine. I always want to be slightly higher. The only exception is if she is sitting on my lap. If she is on my lap, I prefer for her to be stradling me than to be sitting at 90 degrees. She needs to be comfortable. Make sure you get as close as possible. I mean inches away from her face if possible.
Tell her she has to look right into your eyes, not blink, and not look away or else she will prove to you that your suspicion was correct.... and that she sucks in bed.
Then as you situate her, (you tell her how to sit, her position, etc) you make sure that you get as much kino in as possible. If your legs are touching, it's good. If she is straddling you, it's even better. Grab her hands, interlock your fingers with hers. Get yourself in a nice sexual state. She is right there. Inches away. The only thing seperating you is a small amount of space, that is all. Now, just stare into her eyes. Let her stare back into yours. I usually smile at her at first. It makes her more comfortable and it more fun. Then I just visualize myself literally naked and in bed with her. It doesn't matter than we are clothed and on a chair at a friend's house. LOL... Slowly, you can start to hear her breath, and she can start to hear yours. After a while, my smile fades into more of a "I am fucking you" look... my mouth goes from being closed to slightly open. Most of the time, so does hers. Now you can hear your breathing even more. Sometimes, I make it pronounced. You see her breathing pickup. I have had girls pant.
Have sex with her. I don't know how to verbalize this well in this post. Your mouth is slightly open, you are staring right in her eyes, she is stradling you. Your smallest body movements feel pronounced. A slight push onto her pelvis, she feels it. Exhale quickly, let her hear your breath, at the same time squeeze her hand. Her interlocked fingers. You will notice she will squeeze back. I will straigten my torso as if I am pressing into hers, and I will notice she does the same.
3 minutes of this usually puts her in a complete sexual state. You just took her from being miss chatty livewire to a calm sexual state. You are controling her emotions.
Now you have a choice: you can keep it going, and many times it leads right into sex. Or you can push her off and after all this tension say "nah... not feeling it at all". What you do is a matter of how you want to calibrate. Sometimes I ask her a question... in a really quiet, breathy, sexy manner. "Where are we?"... and she will say something. I've heard all kinds of shit... from "On the beach"... to "My parents' bedroom". I wait... perhaps I will pull her in closer and ask another question...
You can break this off at anytime with the "Nah, its not working"... best to do it at the peak of it actually working. Push her off. If you want and are with her friend, pull in her friend. There is no rule that you can't try this again 10 minutes later and give her "another chance". It is damn fun. Thoroughly enjoyable. Girls love it because it is a game. Sometimes, they literally stop and move away. They can't take it. They always do the exhale with the "whoo".... as in "wow, that was hot", more so if there is someone else in the room.
You can create a lot of variations to this. I have had this no-sex sex with multiple girls at one place, pitting them against each other. Telling one she was slightly hotter than the other. They get into a real competitive feel after a while and try to outdo each other. Doing this in front of ANOTHER girl you just did this with, is pretty fucking hot. All the no-no's a girl may have about a 3-some are gone because no one is actually having real sex». If you get good at this, you will easily be able to get them into a "no-sex threesome" by sitting in a triangle formation. Yes, that has led into other things for me. Remember that for a lot of girls, this is the first time they are feeling/acting sexual with you with another girl standing right there watching. Done right, to both, it is a turn-on. I am leaving a lot of details out here, but you will get good at this if you try it. This works so if it doesn't for you, you are doing it wrong. I started off slow with this and now it is on a whole other level. I do things I don't want to share, you come up with your own.
I don't recommend you try to do this with more than 2 girls at once. I also don't recommend you doing it with cockblocks, chodes, and AMOG's in your way. I think some of this is common sense, you get the idea. If you have questions, ask me. This really does get me laid with an incredible success rate.
Patience (part I)
I will be posting an unending series where I chronicle my targets that have taken a while to bloom. The underlying message is one well-appreciated by PaulTheKing and Krauser: keep those plates spinning and backburners hot.
Girls might genuinely be busy or unable to meet up, and holding off on meeting them is in fact a DHV–your apparent non-neediness will make any resulting relationship stronger.
I met HBPalestinian (what a beautiful race) a little over a month ago. I was done for the day with my approaches and had only closed one target, a lithe Puerto Rican girl with a coy smile. As I was walking home past State street, littered with shops and boutiques, I hear the patterned clunk of heels approaching me from behind. I slow down slightly to observe an exotic tangle of hair pass me.
Do I open one more girl today?
The Jimmy Jambone-coined approach lethargy wades over me and I settle for watching her ass sway side to side for another block. My derriere-focused trance is interrupted only when she tilts her head backwards for a split second. To check me out, I assume. It happens again thirty steps later, and Wesno is not about to decline a double approach invitation, lethargy or not.
"Hey, that was obvious you know. You were clearly turning back just to check out the sexy guy behind you." Good call, she is smoking hot.
Banter ensues as I tease her for claiming to be Palestinian even though she has never been to the Middle East. I tell her she must travel there at least once to be an official Palestinian, and from now on she can only refer to herself by the Webster-approved quasipalestinian, or maybe fakiestinian. We make her a life to-do list with "become official Palestinian" as item #1.
My lethargy may have fueled the set, because my alpha composure and aloofness was clinical. An instant date ensues and the number close at the end is as natural as wordlessly handing her my phone while we continue rambling.
Her gina tingles for the handsome Polish boy she met today.
I don't have a pencam yet, so let's turn to the records.
Wesno @ Oct 21 (20:46): I met this sorta cute sorta funky Harry potter nerd who likes blue that is actually black. Sound too dorky, or should I txt her? [Playful opener, callback humor, her nails were dark blue and looked black]
HBPalestinian: U shud def txt her. I mean I dig it haha. But what a coincidence I met a guy who likes to [redacted]...cute? Or creepy? Haha jk [Responds instantly and playfully with an inside joke about something I told her of my life. It's on]
Wesno: He sounds hot. I just lost a bet w my roommate [Ignore her question and reframe as her chasing me. Keep word count low. Offer hook to see how invested she is]
HBPalestinian: Why's that? [She responds with minimal investment so a little attraction work is to be done]
Wesno: Turns out 6 saltine crackers in 1 min is hard... Can I ask you a sorta personal question?
HBPalestinian: Umm depends..I always hesitate when ppl ask me that.. [Perfect. She thinks I'm about to smear the same beta shit on her that she's become accustomed to]
Wesno: Whats your 2nd favorite dinosaur? [Credit: Krauser]
HBPalestinian: Wow that was so inappropriate..i dnt even know how to answer that haha [She loves it. Text game is attraction and qualification]
Wesno: I understand, some things are private... On a less srs note, what is your political opinion on the Solidarity anti-bureaucratic social movement? [A little verbose, but it's part of the humor, so it's okay. She's a political science major, so more callback humor]
HBPalestinian: I'm not even gna pretend to know what that means. I know I'm an embarrassment to the poly sci world. [Not clear if she got the joke, but it works out great. She's qualifying now.]
Wesno: Oh no, why did you say that? I was just starting to like you... ;) [Keep pushing qualification with playfulness thrown in. The power dynamic has now been shifted decisively in my favor.]
HBPalestinian (2 hours later): Lol I knowwwww I'm sy :/ [She thinks she may have lost me.]
Wesno @ Oct 22 (9:48): Joking, dork. You're cute. But wait... Being Palestinian, dont I need a signed contract w your parents b4 you can talk to boys like me? [Waiting a day has twofold purpose. My reply can be longer, and she's mulling over the events of last night. Reel her back in to let her know I like her. She's shown willingness to submit, so re-introduce playful frame]
HBPalestinian: Yeaaaa I was meaning to talk to u about that. Wud u mind? Haha [I have the frame, so I decide to not reply that day.]
Wesno @ Oct 23 (16:48): How is my second [redacted] doing? Not working on a sat I hope... [I make a joke about her name. Light comfort]
HBPalestinian: Unfortunately I am :/. And hey who's ur first??? [She both qualifies and bites]
Wesno (3 hours later): Uh-huh... [Be a little mysterious and see how far I can take it]
Wesno @ Oct 25 (14:42): Stop it!! [She didn't reply so I wait two days. Again start with a hook]
HBPalestinian: ??
Wesno: Using FBI satellites to check out my ass... Isn't there policy against that? [She wants to work for the FBI]
HBPalestinian: Lol! Who told??!! [Invests. Seems about ripe for a day2]
Wesno: Unsafe to say on here.. Let's grab a drink Thursday and I'll tell you a secret
HBPalestinian: U have more secrets?? Hm I am curious...btw I shud add that I'm not 21 yet :/. I know bars bc I had a fake but lost it awhile ago haha. Yes yes I'm a youngin'. [Qualifies even though I'm younger than her--she doesn't have to know that, of course.]
HBPalestinian: * 20 tho not like 16 where its illegal haha [Double text with more qualification! And introducing a sexual undertone.]
Wesno: I know a good place for bubble tea [Keep it simple and try going for the meet]
HBPalestinian: Haha yeah alright sounds good enough for me.
Wesno (3 hours later): Ok, we're on for 6 then [Be a little bossy]
HBPalestinian: Sounds good :)
Wesno @ Oct 27 (15:55): Just saw news, Gallup says 63% of correspondents think I'm cuter than you... [We scheduled our date a week in advance, so I shoot off some attraction to keep me on her mind and for shits and giggles]
HBPalestinian: Well that's just inaccurate haha.
[I call the next day a few hours before our date and leave a funny voicemail that doesn't mention the date at all.]
HBPalestinian @ Oct 28 (15:24): Lol! I just got ur voicemail. Ur crazy! Haha. Hey so bad news, I can't meet up tonight. Ive been having a really busy week n I have to get so much done before Monday and I work all weekend...yes, even Halloween :/ [Flakes happen often, and this one seems genuine with a lot of qualification]
Wesno: Yeah same I was calling bc something came up... I can prolly do next tues or thurs same time [This is why texting is wonderful. Re-frame to make it seem like I called it off first. Be a little unavailable by suggesting days and not committing right away]
HBPalestinian: Mmm...I don't think next week works either. C the thing is I'm approaching finals and they keep piling up work...idk, right before winter break is never a good time for me. [She maintains the flake and doesn't suggest an alternative time, so old game says this should be a next. Yet her wordiness and my confidence in her having attraction means I think she is being genuine and not just making excuses.]
Wesno @ Nov 18 (20:32): I met your twin today [Standard flake re-opener, now 2.5 weeks later.]
HBPalestinian: Was she at the harry potter premier?? haha [It's the night of the potter premier, and I joked about her bushy hair being like Hermione, since she likes Harry Potter]
Wesno: Ahh yeah we've been here for hours! You? [Ok, so there is no twin, but the rest is true..]
HBPalestinian: Ha not for hours but were here. Good seats too!
Wesno: Tell me you dressed up as the obvious choice. [Meaning Hermione, but give her room to play with]
HBPalestinian: Oh yea dobby. Hbu?! [And she does. Actually made me laugh out loud with that one. Dobby is the house elf.]
Wesno: Beaky the hippogriff of course
HBPalestinian: Of course how silly of me to ask haha.
Wesno @ Nov 24 (18:58): You know if they find out, your FBI coworkers will never let you live down crying bc a house elf died
HBPalestinian: I totally did cry when dobby died, its sad! U gna tell them? Haha
Wesno: If you behave. Dyou work all next week? [It's been four weeks so let's see if her logistical situation is better]
HBPalestinian: Eh like 4 days or so... I dnt have it with me now but I remember lookin at it
Wesno: I looked up Palestine on wikipedia n it says one ethnic member owes a Polish boy a bubble tea [She doesn't suggest a good time, so I try to get her thinking about a day2 again]HBPalestinian: Haha I think ur right I do.. [Still no suggestion, but she has acknowledged a day2]
Wesno: We just arrived at an ugly sweater party...Lime green wool, I'll so win [Since I still don't know her logistics and don't want to lose value by suggesting days when she's unavailable, I switch to playful and try again later]
HBPalestinian: Oh for sure, its in the bag haha
Wesno @ Nov 28 (20:24): You should take me to navy pier and win me a stuffed monkey
HBPalestinian: Hows Tuesday? haha [And now she's asking me out!]
Wesno: I'm done at 4 so 5 should be good
HBPalestinian: Awesome! Gimme a call when ur out :)
So boys and girls (fine, boys), lesson learned: patience is indeed a virtue.
Update: Kiss-closed and am now dating her.
Girls might genuinely be busy or unable to meet up, and holding off on meeting them is in fact a DHV–your apparent non-neediness will make any resulting relationship stronger.
I met HBPalestinian (what a beautiful race) a little over a month ago. I was done for the day with my approaches and had only closed one target, a lithe Puerto Rican girl with a coy smile. As I was walking home past State street, littered with shops and boutiques, I hear the patterned clunk of heels approaching me from behind. I slow down slightly to observe an exotic tangle of hair pass me.
Do I open one more girl today?
The Jimmy Jambone-coined approach lethargy wades over me and I settle for watching her ass sway side to side for another block. My derriere-focused trance is interrupted only when she tilts her head backwards for a split second. To check me out, I assume. It happens again thirty steps later, and Wesno is not about to decline a double approach invitation, lethargy or not.
"Hey, that was obvious you know. You were clearly turning back just to check out the sexy guy behind you." Good call, she is smoking hot.
Banter ensues as I tease her for claiming to be Palestinian even though she has never been to the Middle East. I tell her she must travel there at least once to be an official Palestinian, and from now on she can only refer to herself by the Webster-approved quasipalestinian, or maybe fakiestinian. We make her a life to-do list with "become official Palestinian" as item #1.
My lethargy may have fueled the set, because my alpha composure and aloofness was clinical. An instant date ensues and the number close at the end is as natural as wordlessly handing her my phone while we continue rambling.
Her gina tingles for the handsome Polish boy she met today.
I don't have a pencam yet, so let's turn to the records.
Wesno @ Oct 21 (20:46): I met this sorta cute sorta funky Harry potter nerd who likes blue that is actually black. Sound too dorky, or should I txt her? [Playful opener, callback humor, her nails were dark blue and looked black]
HBPalestinian: U shud def txt her. I mean I dig it haha. But what a coincidence I met a guy who likes to [redacted]...cute? Or creepy? Haha jk [Responds instantly and playfully with an inside joke about something I told her of my life. It's on]
Wesno: He sounds hot. I just lost a bet w my roommate [Ignore her question and reframe as her chasing me. Keep word count low. Offer hook to see how invested she is]
HBPalestinian: Why's that? [She responds with minimal investment so a little attraction work is to be done]
Wesno: Turns out 6 saltine crackers in 1 min is hard... Can I ask you a sorta personal question?
HBPalestinian: Umm depends..I always hesitate when ppl ask me that.. [Perfect. She thinks I'm about to smear the same beta shit on her that she's become accustomed to]
Wesno: Whats your 2nd favorite dinosaur? [Credit: Krauser]
HBPalestinian: Wow that was so inappropriate..i dnt even know how to answer that haha [She loves it. Text game is attraction and qualification]
Wesno: I understand, some things are private... On a less srs note, what is your political opinion on the Solidarity anti-bureaucratic social movement? [A little verbose, but it's part of the humor, so it's okay. She's a political science major, so more callback humor]
HBPalestinian: I'm not even gna pretend to know what that means. I know I'm an embarrassment to the poly sci world. [Not clear if she got the joke, but it works out great. She's qualifying now.]
Wesno: Oh no, why did you say that? I was just starting to like you... ;) [Keep pushing qualification with playfulness thrown in. The power dynamic has now been shifted decisively in my favor.]
HBPalestinian (2 hours later): Lol I knowwwww I'm sy :/ [She thinks she may have lost me.]
Wesno @ Oct 22 (9:48): Joking, dork. You're cute. But wait... Being Palestinian, dont I need a signed contract w your parents b4 you can talk to boys like me? [Waiting a day has twofold purpose. My reply can be longer, and she's mulling over the events of last night. Reel her back in to let her know I like her. She's shown willingness to submit, so re-introduce playful frame]
HBPalestinian: Yeaaaa I was meaning to talk to u about that. Wud u mind? Haha [I have the frame, so I decide to not reply that day.]
Wesno @ Oct 23 (16:48): How is my second [redacted] doing? Not working on a sat I hope... [I make a joke about her name. Light comfort]
HBPalestinian: Unfortunately I am :/. And hey who's ur first??? [She both qualifies and bites]
Wesno (3 hours later): Uh-huh... [Be a little mysterious and see how far I can take it]
Wesno @ Oct 25 (14:42): Stop it!! [She didn't reply so I wait two days. Again start with a hook]
HBPalestinian: ??
Wesno: Using FBI satellites to check out my ass... Isn't there policy against that? [She wants to work for the FBI]
HBPalestinian: Lol! Who told??!! [Invests. Seems about ripe for a day2]
Wesno: Unsafe to say on here.. Let's grab a drink Thursday and I'll tell you a secret
HBPalestinian: U have more secrets?? Hm I am curious...btw I shud add that I'm not 21 yet :/. I know bars bc I had a fake but lost it awhile ago haha. Yes yes I'm a youngin'. [Qualifies even though I'm younger than her--she doesn't have to know that, of course.]
HBPalestinian: * 20 tho not like 16 where its illegal haha [Double text with more qualification! And introducing a sexual undertone.]
Wesno: I know a good place for bubble tea [Keep it simple and try going for the meet]
HBPalestinian: Haha yeah alright sounds good enough for me.
Wesno (3 hours later): Ok, we're on for 6 then [Be a little bossy]
HBPalestinian: Sounds good :)
Wesno @ Oct 27 (15:55): Just saw news, Gallup says 63% of correspondents think I'm cuter than you... [We scheduled our date a week in advance, so I shoot off some attraction to keep me on her mind and for shits and giggles]
HBPalestinian: Well that's just inaccurate haha.
[I call the next day a few hours before our date and leave a funny voicemail that doesn't mention the date at all.]
HBPalestinian @ Oct 28 (15:24): Lol! I just got ur voicemail. Ur crazy! Haha. Hey so bad news, I can't meet up tonight. Ive been having a really busy week n I have to get so much done before Monday and I work all weekend...yes, even Halloween :/ [Flakes happen often, and this one seems genuine with a lot of qualification]
Wesno: Yeah same I was calling bc something came up... I can prolly do next tues or thurs same time [This is why texting is wonderful. Re-frame to make it seem like I called it off first. Be a little unavailable by suggesting days and not committing right away]
HBPalestinian: Mmm...I don't think next week works either. C the thing is I'm approaching finals and they keep piling up work...idk, right before winter break is never a good time for me. [She maintains the flake and doesn't suggest an alternative time, so old game says this should be a next. Yet her wordiness and my confidence in her having attraction means I think she is being genuine and not just making excuses.]
Wesno @ Nov 18 (20:32): I met your twin today [Standard flake re-opener, now 2.5 weeks later.]
HBPalestinian: Was she at the harry potter premier?? haha [It's the night of the potter premier, and I joked about her bushy hair being like Hermione, since she likes Harry Potter]
Wesno: Ahh yeah we've been here for hours! You? [Ok, so there is no twin, but the rest is true..]
HBPalestinian: Ha not for hours but were here. Good seats too!
Wesno: Tell me you dressed up as the obvious choice. [Meaning Hermione, but give her room to play with]
HBPalestinian: Oh yea dobby. Hbu?! [And she does. Actually made me laugh out loud with that one. Dobby is the house elf.]
Wesno: Beaky the hippogriff of course
HBPalestinian: Of course how silly of me to ask haha.
Wesno @ Nov 24 (18:58): You know if they find out, your FBI coworkers will never let you live down crying bc a house elf died
HBPalestinian: I totally did cry when dobby died, its sad! U gna tell them? Haha
Wesno: If you behave. Dyou work all next week? [It's been four weeks so let's see if her logistical situation is better]
HBPalestinian: Eh like 4 days or so... I dnt have it with me now but I remember lookin at it
Wesno: I looked up Palestine on wikipedia n it says one ethnic member owes a Polish boy a bubble tea [She doesn't suggest a good time, so I try to get her thinking about a day2 again]HBPalestinian: Haha I think ur right I do.. [Still no suggestion, but she has acknowledged a day2]
Wesno: We just arrived at an ugly sweater party...Lime green wool, I'll so win [Since I still don't know her logistics and don't want to lose value by suggesting days when she's unavailable, I switch to playful and try again later]
HBPalestinian: Oh for sure, its in the bag haha
Wesno @ Nov 28 (20:24): You should take me to navy pier and win me a stuffed monkey
HBPalestinian: Hows Tuesday? haha [And now she's asking me out!]
Wesno: I'm done at 4 so 5 should be good
HBPalestinian: Awesome! Gimme a call when ur out :)
So boys and girls (fine, boys), lesson learned: patience is indeed a virtue.
Update: Kiss-closed and am now dating her.
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