ONE SMALL STEP FOR ALLAN....
DJ Boot Camp,
Week 7, Day 12 + 13 (Thursday and Friday):
Thursday 12 PM:
To my surprise, the HB7.5 coffeeshop girl (see week 7, day 4) emails me back after I emailed her on Wed (week 7, day 11). She's the one who told me she had a boyfriend, but criticized him indirectly (not by name) for being lazy and unmotivated (see week 7, day 4).
Thursday 3 PM:
I call the number of the HB8 from the grocery store (week 7, day 8).
Me: Is this HB8?
Her: Maybe. Who is this?
Me: It's Allan, the guy from the grocery store on Sunday, the spice man.
Her: Oh! Heeey Allan! I thought you might be someone else...
Me: yea, I get that sometimes....
Her (pauses): I'm at work right now, I'll call you back. What's your number?
Me: Uhhh, it's xxx xxx xxxx.
Her: I'll call you back. I'm at work.
Me: Uhh ok.
She never calls me back. I delete her number from my phone. Next.
Thursday 4 PM:
I call the political science major I number closed on week 7, day 10 (Tuesday). I block the number. No answer. I try calling again an hour later, with my number unblocked. No answer.
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Friday 3 PM:
I head out to the cafe near campus to get some work done. I see a HB7.5 Asian girl alone at a table. I take a seat next to her. I am torn between my desire to work and my desire to talk to her, for the first half an hour I am there. I do some work, then I look at her, I do my work, then I look over at her. I want to focus on my work very badly, but after a while, I have an overwhelming urge to talk to this girl.
Me: hey, do you have a wi fi connection here?
Her: yea, you have to pay for it though....
I talk with this girl for nearly an hour. She basically tells me every detail about her laptop. I get some recommendations about hip hop clubs and hip hop acts she's promoting in Los Angeles. She gives me some websites and her email address if I want more info. I talk and talk and listen and listen, waiting for SOI/IOI and rapport to set in. It never does. Her tone of voice is very friendly, but her body position is 'closed.' Her arms are folded more or less across her body the entire time. Her body continues to face forward while we talk, instead of towards me (I sit immediately to her side). She frowns occasionally. She is not in the least bit embarrassed, or playing with her hair, etc. She simply never 'heats up.'
I ask her what she's up to this weekend. She says she's got finals coming up and has to study all weekend. I say we should get together next weekend and celebrate the end of finals. She says she is busy all summer working and with school. I ask for her number anyway and she gives it to me. I write this one off as a loss.
Friday 6 PM:
I head over to another cafe after number closing the HB7.5 Asian girl. I walk in the door and scan the environment. There are two HB7.5's; one to my left and one to my right. The HB on the right has a pretty face and a cute dress. She is seated alone but the table closest to her is six feet away from her, too far to have an intimate chat with her table to table.
There's an empty seat right next to the HB on my left however. I take that seat. I take out my papers and start working for about five minutes. She's studying and seems to be concentrating intently, occasionally looking out of the cafe window.
Me: do you have a final coming up?
Her: (This girl's body language is much better the Asian HB earlier this afternoon. She has a big, big smile, her eyes are wide open, and she immediately turns her body to me, with her arms back and on the armrests rather than folded across her body). Yes! I had one yesterday and I have one on Tuesday.
We fluff for a while. I ask her what her major is, where she works what she likes to do for fun and so on. I ask her name. She asks mine. I give her my hand. She shakes with one hand, and places the other on top of my hand. Nice.
I tell her we should get a drink and celebrate the end of the year. She looks very, very surprised. Her mouth is wide open and she just stutters: uuuuuuh. I tell her to give me her number. I get out my cell, punch in her name and major...
Her: Yea, that's good.
...and give her the cell to punch in her number.
I click 'call' on my cell.
Me: hey, you're (cell) phone's not ringing.
Her: It's my home phone.
Me: oh ok, I wanted to call you so you'd have my number.
Her: you'll get my answering machine. You can leave the number on there if you want.
I ask her when she's finishing up her studies today. She says she's going to go to another cafe and study for another two hours. She asks me how long I'll be working tonight. I remain vague and say I have to work a bit longer.
Me: I'm getting a drink later. Come with me.
Her: She thinks for a second. Nooo, I have finals. I can't!
Me: Yea, I shouldn't drink either. Come get a drink with me.
Her: ha ha ha! Noooo, I can't!
Me: yea, I shouldn't either. Come get a drink with me.
Her: haha ha! Nope, I can't!
I repeat this like three more times, kinoing her by rubbing her arm or tapping her arm each time.
We talk about some good bars and cafes in LA. I tell her there's a great place I want to check out within walking distance of my place. I tell her she should get a drink with me when her finals are over.
Her: (Next) Wednesday? Maybe!
She asks me where I live. I tell her I live a couple of miles from here (the cafe). She tells me she lives on street x, cross street y. Do you know where that is? She says her place is right around the corner from the cafe, pointing outside. I tell her I have to get going. I tell her that I'm going to give her a complimentary massage.
Her: oooooh.
I get behind her and rub the base of her neck, her shoulders and upper arms.
Me: oooh, you're really relaxed through the shoulders--if you were tense, you'd be scrunched up like this (I imitate someone with their shoulders scrunched up).
Her: (moans softly). ooooooh, mmmmmm. I slowly rub her shoulders and arms, up and down.
Me: I better get going. (I lean down and place my cheek next to hers).
Her: she leans over and gives me a wet kiss on my cheek.
Me: I bail, but as I swig the last of my coffee, I'm so nervous I spill the coffee on my shirt! I hope she didn't see that!
Friday 8 PM: I go to yet another cafe! There's really no HB's here worth approaching There's a HB6.5 there. I'm checking her out, mainly her body to make sure she isn't a fattie. She catches me and I look away. I can't really decide if I want to approach her. Five minutes later she leaves. I stick around for another fifteen minutes. There's a couple HB6's who show up. I bail.
Lesson learned: I need to work on my inner game. I have some self defeating/self limiting beliefs. I tend to believe that you need to 'take a girl out' or 'date' her before she wants sex. This is totally untrue. The second girl above was good to go with me back to her place within the hour, even with her finals coming up. She gave me her exact address and wanted to know where I lived. She reacted well to my kino/massage and initiated kino with hand holding and a kiss.
Also, I missed a major opportunity on week 2, day 4 of bootcamp:
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Her: "...but it all depends on whether you like it thin....or thick and creamy..." she looks over her shoulder at me to gauge my reaction.
Me: Whoa. What did she say? Was that a sexual innuendo? I know I should go with it, but I chicken out. Dropped the ball.
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I need to realize that girls want sex. With me. That day. It's my job to give them the opportunity to do so.
Lesson learned: DJ boot camp works. For example, I get extremely anxious if I DON'T talk to a girl now. The urge is so overwhelming, I feel like screaming if a HB is next to me, and I do nothing. I actually have to 'rein myself in' now. I was gonna DJ a girl at my work site (a definite no-no), and a girl pumping gas (five seconds before she left).
As additional evidence of the efficacy of bootcamp, the simple act of asking a girl a question, however innocent and innocuous, gives both of you a chance to have sex. The DJ has to be confident enough to know the girl wants sex and has to keep escalating.
Lesson learned: No one gives a rat's derriere if you mack on a girl. No one's going to snicker or sneer at you. Short of a full-on pagan orgy in the middle of the room, no one cares (with the exception of some target's c*ckblocking girlfriend/s).
Good luck guys! I finally have a couple leads for wings in LA! I plan to work with, and learn from these guys next week.
Email closes: 2
Phone number closes: 7
(Phone numbers active: 4)
Rejections for a number 7
Kiss closes: 1
F*ck closes: 0
Dates: 0
DJ Boot Camp,
Week 7, Day 12 + 13 (Thursday and Friday):
Thursday 12 PM:
To my surprise, the HB7.5 coffeeshop girl (see week 7, day 4) emails me back after I emailed her on Wed (week 7, day 11). She's the one who told me she had a boyfriend, but criticized him indirectly (not by name) for being lazy and unmotivated (see week 7, day 4).
Thursday 3 PM:
I call the number of the HB8 from the grocery store (week 7, day 8).
Me: Is this HB8?
Her: Maybe. Who is this?
Me: It's Allan, the guy from the grocery store on Sunday, the spice man.
Her: Oh! Heeey Allan! I thought you might be someone else...
Me: yea, I get that sometimes....
Her (pauses): I'm at work right now, I'll call you back. What's your number?
Me: Uhhh, it's xxx xxx xxxx.
Her: I'll call you back. I'm at work.
Me: Uhh ok.
She never calls me back. I delete her number from my phone. Next.
Thursday 4 PM:
I call the political science major I number closed on week 7, day 10 (Tuesday). I block the number. No answer. I try calling again an hour later, with my number unblocked. No answer.
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Friday 3 PM:
I head out to the cafe near campus to get some work done. I see a HB7.5 Asian girl alone at a table. I take a seat next to her. I am torn between my desire to work and my desire to talk to her, for the first half an hour I am there. I do some work, then I look at her, I do my work, then I look over at her. I want to focus on my work very badly, but after a while, I have an overwhelming urge to talk to this girl.
Me: hey, do you have a wi fi connection here?
Her: yea, you have to pay for it though....
I talk with this girl for nearly an hour. She basically tells me every detail about her laptop. I get some recommendations about hip hop clubs and hip hop acts she's promoting in Los Angeles. She gives me some websites and her email address if I want more info. I talk and talk and listen and listen, waiting for SOI/IOI and rapport to set in. It never does. Her tone of voice is very friendly, but her body position is 'closed.' Her arms are folded more or less across her body the entire time. Her body continues to face forward while we talk, instead of towards me (I sit immediately to her side). She frowns occasionally. She is not in the least bit embarrassed, or playing with her hair, etc. She simply never 'heats up.'
I ask her what she's up to this weekend. She says she's got finals coming up and has to study all weekend. I say we should get together next weekend and celebrate the end of finals. She says she is busy all summer working and with school. I ask for her number anyway and she gives it to me. I write this one off as a loss.
Friday 6 PM:
I head over to another cafe after number closing the HB7.5 Asian girl. I walk in the door and scan the environment. There are two HB7.5's; one to my left and one to my right. The HB on the right has a pretty face and a cute dress. She is seated alone but the table closest to her is six feet away from her, too far to have an intimate chat with her table to table.
There's an empty seat right next to the HB on my left however. I take that seat. I take out my papers and start working for about five minutes. She's studying and seems to be concentrating intently, occasionally looking out of the cafe window.
Me: do you have a final coming up?
Her: (This girl's body language is much better the Asian HB earlier this afternoon. She has a big, big smile, her eyes are wide open, and she immediately turns her body to me, with her arms back and on the armrests rather than folded across her body). Yes! I had one yesterday and I have one on Tuesday.
We fluff for a while. I ask her what her major is, where she works what she likes to do for fun and so on. I ask her name. She asks mine. I give her my hand. She shakes with one hand, and places the other on top of my hand. Nice.
I tell her we should get a drink and celebrate the end of the year. She looks very, very surprised. Her mouth is wide open and she just stutters: uuuuuuh. I tell her to give me her number. I get out my cell, punch in her name and major...
Her: Yea, that's good.
...and give her the cell to punch in her number.
I click 'call' on my cell.
Me: hey, you're (cell) phone's not ringing.
Her: It's my home phone.
Me: oh ok, I wanted to call you so you'd have my number.
Her: you'll get my answering machine. You can leave the number on there if you want.
I ask her when she's finishing up her studies today. She says she's going to go to another cafe and study for another two hours. She asks me how long I'll be working tonight. I remain vague and say I have to work a bit longer.
Me: I'm getting a drink later. Come with me.
Her: She thinks for a second. Nooo, I have finals. I can't!
Me: Yea, I shouldn't drink either. Come get a drink with me.
Her: ha ha ha! Noooo, I can't!
Me: yea, I shouldn't either. Come get a drink with me.
Her: haha ha! Nope, I can't!
I repeat this like three more times, kinoing her by rubbing her arm or tapping her arm each time.
We talk about some good bars and cafes in LA. I tell her there's a great place I want to check out within walking distance of my place. I tell her she should get a drink with me when her finals are over.
Her: (Next) Wednesday? Maybe!
She asks me where I live. I tell her I live a couple of miles from here (the cafe). She tells me she lives on street x, cross street y. Do you know where that is? She says her place is right around the corner from the cafe, pointing outside. I tell her I have to get going. I tell her that I'm going to give her a complimentary massage.
Her: oooooh.
I get behind her and rub the base of her neck, her shoulders and upper arms.
Me: oooh, you're really relaxed through the shoulders--if you were tense, you'd be scrunched up like this (I imitate someone with their shoulders scrunched up).
Her: (moans softly). ooooooh, mmmmmm. I slowly rub her shoulders and arms, up and down.
Me: I better get going. (I lean down and place my cheek next to hers).
Her: she leans over and gives me a wet kiss on my cheek.
Me: I bail, but as I swig the last of my coffee, I'm so nervous I spill the coffee on my shirt! I hope she didn't see that!
Friday 8 PM: I go to yet another cafe! There's really no HB's here worth approaching There's a HB6.5 there. I'm checking her out, mainly her body to make sure she isn't a fattie. She catches me and I look away. I can't really decide if I want to approach her. Five minutes later she leaves. I stick around for another fifteen minutes. There's a couple HB6's who show up. I bail.
Lesson learned: I need to work on my inner game. I have some self defeating/self limiting beliefs. I tend to believe that you need to 'take a girl out' or 'date' her before she wants sex. This is totally untrue. The second girl above was good to go with me back to her place within the hour, even with her finals coming up. She gave me her exact address and wanted to know where I lived. She reacted well to my kino/massage and initiated kino with hand holding and a kiss.
Also, I missed a major opportunity on week 2, day 4 of bootcamp:
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Her: "...but it all depends on whether you like it thin....or thick and creamy..." she looks over her shoulder at me to gauge my reaction.
Me: Whoa. What did she say? Was that a sexual innuendo? I know I should go with it, but I chicken out. Dropped the ball.
----
I need to realize that girls want sex. With me. That day. It's my job to give them the opportunity to do so.
Lesson learned: DJ boot camp works. For example, I get extremely anxious if I DON'T talk to a girl now. The urge is so overwhelming, I feel like screaming if a HB is next to me, and I do nothing. I actually have to 'rein myself in' now. I was gonna DJ a girl at my work site (a definite no-no), and a girl pumping gas (five seconds before she left).
As additional evidence of the efficacy of bootcamp, the simple act of asking a girl a question, however innocent and innocuous, gives both of you a chance to have sex. The DJ has to be confident enough to know the girl wants sex and has to keep escalating.
Lesson learned: No one gives a rat's derriere if you mack on a girl. No one's going to snicker or sneer at you. Short of a full-on pagan orgy in the middle of the room, no one cares (with the exception of some target's c*ckblocking girlfriend/s).
Good luck guys! I finally have a couple leads for wings in LA! I plan to work with, and learn from these guys next week.
Email closes: 2
Phone number closes: 7
(Phone numbers active: 4)
Rejections for a number 7
Kiss closes: 1
F*ck closes: 0
Dates: 0
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