Seducing the NiceGirl
As I have said from the start, there is no set approach to anything in life. Only by experimentation and repeated failures do we learn anything. My biggest problem starting out was that I was a total pvssy. So I learned some C&F and overcompensated for my niceness. I went all the way to the opposite end of the spectrum and became Mr. Jerk. And it worked for me, but mostly with party girls and one night stands, and that got old real fast as the challenge faded away.
I felt that something was missing from my game and that's when I decided to work on my cold approaches. Man, it was tough at first. I could handle getting shot down and told to fukk off, which didn't happen as much as I thought. The thing that really killed me was the way girls flake so much. I would get a nice vibe going with a HB and get the digits, only to have her dodge my calls. Or even worse, we would make plans and she would totally diss me. Hehe, my self-esteem took quite a beating in those days. But I learned to adapt to it and developed a nice callous around my bruised ego. I stopped taking rejection personally and made all the difference in the world.
Here is one of the more challenging pickups I did recently:
The Scenario
I was on my way to a gig out of town. It turned out all the seats on the bus were sold out, so I was stuck in the bus terminal for a few hours and bored out of my mind. So I decided to hit up the cafeteria and grab a bite. I lugged all my bags to the counter, sat down and ordered some tapas and a beer.
The Target
I kicked back and absorbed my surroundings, giving the place a slow scan. Nothing but old people and a few teenagers looking really bored. The waitress brought my food and right as I was finishing, a HB8 walked in and ordered some coffee. She sat down at a table and unloaded her luggage as I watched her lovely form in the reflection of the display case.
The AFC Returns
She was more cute than sexy, dressed modestly with a very young looking face. She looked about 20. I wanted to approach her, but I felt the old doubts coming back. "What if I blow this one? I can't think of anything to say! Fukk I am such a punkass loser!" I caught my negative dialogue and just decided not to approach her because with this frame of mind, I would definitely blow it. So I paid the tab and walked outside still feeling a little down on myself for punking out. That's when inspiration hit me.
The Favor Opener
I walked back into the cafe and dropped my luggage in the empty seat next to her, asking if she could watch my bags while I went to the rest room. She agreed with a smile and I waltzed off to take a whizz. I came back and thanked her for the favor. She then thanked me. I asked her why. She said for doing the same, and with a wink she got up and went to the restroom. Hehe, I was liking this girl already! As she walked away I got good look at her ass and mentally bumped her up to a 9 cuz it was real nice.
Eliciting Sensual Conversation
She came back and we chatted a bit. She asked me where I was headed, so I told her about my ordeal with the ticket and she said she was stranded as well. This worked out nicely since now there was time for us to get to know each other. We talked about the places we had traveled to and I found out she was a photographer. I got her to describe all the beautiful little villages she had visited in Italy and France. It was interesting because the more I prodded her for details, the more she became wrapped up in telling her story, like she was reliving it in a trance. I barely spoke more than two words the whole time, just absorbing her vibe really and tossing in a few "wow's" and "that sounds incredible" because she did have some kickass stories. I told her I admired her adventurous spirit.
Storytelling & Rapport
Normally I would try to engage her with intense conversation, but instead I let the dialogue fizzle out until she got curious about me. So I gave her my whole schpeel, how I am a crazy NewYorker on a quest to see the world, make music and meet new people. She wanted to hear about New York, so I told her how different it was from the movies, how much it had changed in the last few years, and how it felt to grow up there. She was fascinated and wanted to hear about my 9/11 experience but I lied and told her I was out of town because I never like to talk about depressing shyt during a pickup. Instead I started talking about all the funny cultural differences between NYC and Spain and got her laughing.
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