Archive for May, 2010

Called out on my ‘game’


2010
05.10

So I had this one female pickup blogger (who has since made her blog, private, wtf) leave a comment recently where she said

“You must be very good looking. I get the vibe from you that your game is very low-key for the amount of ass you appear to be getting. Then again you aren’t that descriptive on your actual game.”

Firstly, thank you for the compliment. ;) But it had me thinking about my ‘game’, I try not to get too Mystery-like about it, making every ‘pickup’ a scientific process. My goal in meeting women, (or meeting anyone for that matter) is to have more of a ‘natural’ flow, with a few main goals in an interaction, such as avoiding school/work banter early on, keeping things entertaining and ideally emotional, and if I’m talking to a woman, to get her feeling comfortable and somewhat excited about our interaction through teasing, smiling, and friendly, confident eye contact.

Having said that, is my game low-key? I’m not sure… I don’t know what the opposite of that would be, dying my hair in a pink mohawk, wearing a white blazer, and running around the club with gambits and cube routines? If that’s the case, then yes, my game is low-key. Not to say I don’t like gambits, though. I think the ring routine is an interesting one which I use from time to time.

The problem for me with game is that I get too stuck in my head if I’m thinking about it too much. What’s best for me is to have a couple of openers, a story that comes to mind, and a reminder to tease and be playful.

Game is a never-ending process for me. Some nights I go out and I feel on fire, and other nights are a lot more difficult. I still get the occasional one-itis, the fails to close, and then there are times when I’m on a crazy streak and everything is flowing naturally. The ebbs and flows.

More LMR? Fail in nyc.


2010
05.08

So I’m back in NYC. Last night I’m just lounging in the apartment, tired and watching the Boston Celtics, Red Sox, and Bruins all losing in big games. I thought to myself that this would likely be a boring night, I’d surf the net, and go to bed.

Turns out my brother is out with his girlfriend, and she has 2 friends. He tells me he’s picking up some smoke and I should come with. I didn’t really want to smoke, but I joined him anyway, in a low, kind of antisocial state at the beginning.

We go to a park, smoke a little, and listen to some outdoor music. I get coupled off with this 1 friend of his girlfriend, a 32 year old italian girl with a lot to talk about. Too much in fact. She is talking about her career, how she’s filming on a reality show, her ex-boyfriends who thought she was hot… these stories get more frequent and more irritating as the night goes on and she’s had more to drink.

At one stage, I meet up with some friends at one of the bars where we’re at. She asks if I want to go to the bathroom. I brush it off. This was the crucial error, I believe, but honestly I didn’t want to go suck face in front of the bathroom at that moment. My friends had just showed up, and she seemed to be giving 1,000+ IOIs, qualifying to me non-stop, etc.

We go to another couple of bars, and she is talking sexually, she mentions oral fixations, how she’s sexual, etc.

I get us on a couch at one of the bars, and unsmoothly discussed a kiss. D’oh. She said a kiss means too much to her, that my brother’s gf is her best friend, etc.

Shit. I blew this one.

Eventually we are back in my apartment, alone. I’m in my persuading-a-kiss thing, and it’s not working. We end up crashing on my bed, and still do not hook up. She is turned away. I begin kissing her on her neck, and then she is fast asleep. I ask her if she really just fell asleep. She doesn’t reply.

So I end up getting a shitty night of sleep spooning with blue balls. The girl was crazy and she’s friends with my brother’s gf so maayyybe it’s a blessing in disguise, or maybe my game was pitiful last night. I’d lean on the latter.

I felt prohibited last night, my mindset can be totally different if I’m on the road or in my own place of living. Also, I get distracted if I’m talking to a girl for a while and my bullshit detector is going off constantly, as it was last night.