BGC
Master Don Juan
Sunday I picked up four numbers. Doing so -- picking up numbers -- is getting almost as routine for me as taking a shhit. (The post-number-getting still keeps me on my toes.)
I was thinking about how we can best use this forum, and I realized that maybe one of the best ways is to share what we DONE -- not so much what we've THOUGHT.
Success or failure. We should share them.
I'll sketch out what I think were the key points in getting the numbers I got. (And in NOT getting numbers I didn't.)
First number was in the afternoon. At a library.
I make it a point to utter at least a clause to every bangable woman at every reasonable chance.
I've done this about four hundred times. And I've got quite good about using mere clauses, not even sentences -- just casual comments that seem ordinary -- that don't seem like I'm aiming for their panties.
Anyways.
I just got in an elevator that would take me into the city complex.
A chick walks in.
I don't even think about it. I just say, "Excuse me, can you tell me how I might get to the library?"
She looks at me.
A nice 7. (Unlike people here who only see, know, or date 8s and aboves (like people don't hit on 4s or 5s or 6s!), I'll shhit it straight like it is. A 10 in my book is no less than Heidi Klum or Carmen Electra. And calling anything less than that a 10 would be destroying the system. So I can say I've probably never even laid eyes on a 10 at close proximity, though I saw one in a grocery store about a month ago at a distance who was probably a super model, with some rich-ass husband figure.)
This girl was wearing aviator sunglasses, a denim jacket, had tits at least C, maybe CC. Definitely like to bang her.
And then she smiled at me. I knew she was interested.
So then, how to keep conversation going?
Well, she told me where it was, and then silence.
So I said, "Is it a good library?"
And she asked me if this was my first time.
And I said, untruthfully, kind of, yeah, I'm new to the area.
So then she says, "Where are you from?"
And I make the info. hard to get by saying, "Midwest."
Then she says, "Where?"
Then I say the state. Then she says what city. So finally, I tell her what city.
Then she tells me she graduated from a school right near there.
Well now I know I'm really money with her, that I can get her number, as long as I can sustain the conversation. So I ask her about her schooling there, what she studied.
Now it gets tense.
Because we enter the library.
And obviously, we've each come to do our separate thing, so naturally at this point we'd split up.
So I could say, "Well, nice talking to you."
But the fukk would I do that? I want to nail this brawd.
So I IMPLICITLY invite her to join me at a table.
I say, "Are there like tables around here? You can sit at? Like to read?"
And then she takes a baby step toward accepting the invitation by saying, yeah, I think over in here.
So then we slowly walk into a room. And there are tables.
Now you got to understand that socially sophisticated people, which I think everyone's aiming for, right?, won't just say, "Do you want to sit down?"
This very issue right here might be emblematic of what you can get yourself if you become very versed in social communication and customs.
So I kind of say, slowly, like I'm thinking, "Well, there's a table."
And I start walking toward it. And she's walking with me.
And now obviously she isn't going to say, because I can tell she's sophisicated, she isn't going to say, "Do you want to sit here?"
Because we just met. You don't offer invitations like that because then you can be denied and you lose face.
Now you might say, well both of you wanted to sit together, why not one of you just say, "Do you wanna sit down together?"
Because it's just not done that way. You've got to be a challenge. You can't be too quick to offer a strange something like that.
So then we just kind of head toward the table and I say, "Well this looks good."
And then I say, "Are you going to be sitting down and reading or something?"
Now OBVIOUSLY she is! She wouldn't have come with me in here if she wasn't.
But this just further shows her that yes, I'd like to share a table with her.
So now she just nods and put our stuff down and sit down!
Now it all went down pretty well, but it's a pretty significant achievement if you think about it. Two people who met while walking into the library decide to share a table.
Well we're in a READING ROOM. Which means no talking. And no one else is talking.
But I know that I can't just read my stuff without saying anything. That would be AWKWARD AS HELL.
So I talk in a slow voice to her. And I find out she's applying to grad. school. So then I know how I can continue the conversation. The GRE (an admission test).
And lo! She's come just to study for it.
Well after we talk for about five minutes I say, "I think we're trying people's patiences here by talking. Maybe you'd like to meet me for coffee some time."
And she nods. (Have you ever noticed that chicks will rarely utter the word 'yes' about giving a date. Instead they just nod and look down in deference.)
So I give her my card and my stub of a pencil I keep in my wallet for just such occasion, and she writes down her name and number, and I say, well it was nice meeting. I'd better see about this stuff I got to do. Good luck studying. And I offer my hand, and I leave. And head off to another part of the library. (Better if we don't see each other again this day.)
As I look at this encounter, the key without question was asking her if there was a place to sit down and read. That was like asking her out in a small way. It was like saying, would you like to join me and do something.
As much of a success this was, it didn't feel all that euphoric because I've been approaching EVERY BANGABLE WOMAN I see and saying at least a clause for a few months, which means I've 'approached' hundreds of women.
Anways, later that night I went out with a friend to some bars and that's where I got the other three numbers.
It's WAY easier at bars. 'Cause, one, you've been drinking, and, two, the situation calls for guys and brawds to be seductive with each other.
The first number that night was kind of funny.
We were heading to the second place that night 'cause the first was deserted. And two chicks were standing outside the door. And of course I'm going to say something, I say something to every bangable woman at every reasonable chance. So I ask them whether it's crowded inside. And they say no, they're leaving.
Well I'm standing next to this kind of cute blonde (7, tongue stud, earrings, later showed me a tattoo above her ass), and I don't remember what I said or what she said, but we learned that we both had something in common.
And she used this as an excuse to get really happy. And then I said something like it waws good we met or that we should stay together, and I playfully put out my arms to hug her -- and she accepted in a major way, and we hugged each other really long.
And then we decided to cross the street and check out another bar.
Well I really only knew her name, but I said, "You better give me your hand, 'cause I don't want you hit by car while you're under my watch." And then I grabbed her hand, I did not wait for her to give it to me. And we crossed.
But we found this bar was even more deserted.
So then we decided to go back across the street. And again I took her hand.
When we got to the other side her semi-interest and really bloomed. I started asking her about her college, a good one, bu she didnt' want to talk about it. Then she showed me her tattoo.
And then after she said something I disagreed with, I exaggerated how much I disagreed with it, and negged her by saying, "Well, it sure was nice talking to you." And turned and started walking away!
Well she said, No! And finally when I turned around she was looking at me with a mixture of genuine disappointment and some hamming it up to save a little face, I think.
Well I think that neg really made me money. 'Cause a few minutes later, she grabbed my cheeks and kissed me!
Then I said, Whoah, boy, you're forward, aren't you? And she smiled and nodded, then I grabbed her even harder than she'd grabbed me and kissed her. Which she totally loved.
They wanted to drive to some other place, but obviously we didn't. 'Cause we'd just got there, plus I'd rather stay independent all night and pull numbers than stick around a single brawd with the HOPE of getting laid that night.
When I said maybe we should meet for coffee, she, an exception, said yes, yes, let me give you my number, started reaching for something in her purse, but I pulled out a card and my pencil and handed it over. And then she said I'd better call her, and as she started walking away, I said, hey, and grabbed her and kissed her. And then she left.
Two other numbers were at the physical bars in bars. One was an older brawd -- a 7 or 8, maybe early 40s! The other wasn't that good of a number. Lives with parents. Strict curfew. But maybe I'll stil drill her!
My fukkin supervisor is back, and while she can't see monitor, she can hear my 75 WPM typing and know that I sure as shhit ain't doing work.
Later.
I was thinking about how we can best use this forum, and I realized that maybe one of the best ways is to share what we DONE -- not so much what we've THOUGHT.
Success or failure. We should share them.
I'll sketch out what I think were the key points in getting the numbers I got. (And in NOT getting numbers I didn't.)
First number was in the afternoon. At a library.
I make it a point to utter at least a clause to every bangable woman at every reasonable chance.
I've done this about four hundred times. And I've got quite good about using mere clauses, not even sentences -- just casual comments that seem ordinary -- that don't seem like I'm aiming for their panties.
Anyways.
I just got in an elevator that would take me into the city complex.
A chick walks in.
I don't even think about it. I just say, "Excuse me, can you tell me how I might get to the library?"
She looks at me.
A nice 7. (Unlike people here who only see, know, or date 8s and aboves (like people don't hit on 4s or 5s or 6s!), I'll shhit it straight like it is. A 10 in my book is no less than Heidi Klum or Carmen Electra. And calling anything less than that a 10 would be destroying the system. So I can say I've probably never even laid eyes on a 10 at close proximity, though I saw one in a grocery store about a month ago at a distance who was probably a super model, with some rich-ass husband figure.)
This girl was wearing aviator sunglasses, a denim jacket, had tits at least C, maybe CC. Definitely like to bang her.
And then she smiled at me. I knew she was interested.
So then, how to keep conversation going?
Well, she told me where it was, and then silence.
So I said, "Is it a good library?"
And she asked me if this was my first time.
And I said, untruthfully, kind of, yeah, I'm new to the area.
So then she says, "Where are you from?"
And I make the info. hard to get by saying, "Midwest."
Then she says, "Where?"
Then I say the state. Then she says what city. So finally, I tell her what city.
Then she tells me she graduated from a school right near there.
Well now I know I'm really money with her, that I can get her number, as long as I can sustain the conversation. So I ask her about her schooling there, what she studied.
Now it gets tense.
Because we enter the library.
And obviously, we've each come to do our separate thing, so naturally at this point we'd split up.
So I could say, "Well, nice talking to you."
But the fukk would I do that? I want to nail this brawd.
So I IMPLICITLY invite her to join me at a table.
I say, "Are there like tables around here? You can sit at? Like to read?"
And then she takes a baby step toward accepting the invitation by saying, yeah, I think over in here.
So then we slowly walk into a room. And there are tables.
Now you got to understand that socially sophisticated people, which I think everyone's aiming for, right?, won't just say, "Do you want to sit down?"
This very issue right here might be emblematic of what you can get yourself if you become very versed in social communication and customs.
So I kind of say, slowly, like I'm thinking, "Well, there's a table."
And I start walking toward it. And she's walking with me.
And now obviously she isn't going to say, because I can tell she's sophisicated, she isn't going to say, "Do you want to sit here?"
Because we just met. You don't offer invitations like that because then you can be denied and you lose face.
Now you might say, well both of you wanted to sit together, why not one of you just say, "Do you wanna sit down together?"
Because it's just not done that way. You've got to be a challenge. You can't be too quick to offer a strange something like that.
So then we just kind of head toward the table and I say, "Well this looks good."
And then I say, "Are you going to be sitting down and reading or something?"
Now OBVIOUSLY she is! She wouldn't have come with me in here if she wasn't.
But this just further shows her that yes, I'd like to share a table with her.
So now she just nods and put our stuff down and sit down!
Now it all went down pretty well, but it's a pretty significant achievement if you think about it. Two people who met while walking into the library decide to share a table.
Well we're in a READING ROOM. Which means no talking. And no one else is talking.
But I know that I can't just read my stuff without saying anything. That would be AWKWARD AS HELL.
So I talk in a slow voice to her. And I find out she's applying to grad. school. So then I know how I can continue the conversation. The GRE (an admission test).
And lo! She's come just to study for it.
Well after we talk for about five minutes I say, "I think we're trying people's patiences here by talking. Maybe you'd like to meet me for coffee some time."
And she nods. (Have you ever noticed that chicks will rarely utter the word 'yes' about giving a date. Instead they just nod and look down in deference.)
So I give her my card and my stub of a pencil I keep in my wallet for just such occasion, and she writes down her name and number, and I say, well it was nice meeting. I'd better see about this stuff I got to do. Good luck studying. And I offer my hand, and I leave. And head off to another part of the library. (Better if we don't see each other again this day.)
As I look at this encounter, the key without question was asking her if there was a place to sit down and read. That was like asking her out in a small way. It was like saying, would you like to join me and do something.
As much of a success this was, it didn't feel all that euphoric because I've been approaching EVERY BANGABLE WOMAN I see and saying at least a clause for a few months, which means I've 'approached' hundreds of women.
Anways, later that night I went out with a friend to some bars and that's where I got the other three numbers.
It's WAY easier at bars. 'Cause, one, you've been drinking, and, two, the situation calls for guys and brawds to be seductive with each other.
The first number that night was kind of funny.
We were heading to the second place that night 'cause the first was deserted. And two chicks were standing outside the door. And of course I'm going to say something, I say something to every bangable woman at every reasonable chance. So I ask them whether it's crowded inside. And they say no, they're leaving.
Well I'm standing next to this kind of cute blonde (7, tongue stud, earrings, later showed me a tattoo above her ass), and I don't remember what I said or what she said, but we learned that we both had something in common.
And she used this as an excuse to get really happy. And then I said something like it waws good we met or that we should stay together, and I playfully put out my arms to hug her -- and she accepted in a major way, and we hugged each other really long.
And then we decided to cross the street and check out another bar.
Well I really only knew her name, but I said, "You better give me your hand, 'cause I don't want you hit by car while you're under my watch." And then I grabbed her hand, I did not wait for her to give it to me. And we crossed.
But we found this bar was even more deserted.
So then we decided to go back across the street. And again I took her hand.
When we got to the other side her semi-interest and really bloomed. I started asking her about her college, a good one, bu she didnt' want to talk about it. Then she showed me her tattoo.
And then after she said something I disagreed with, I exaggerated how much I disagreed with it, and negged her by saying, "Well, it sure was nice talking to you." And turned and started walking away!
Well she said, No! And finally when I turned around she was looking at me with a mixture of genuine disappointment and some hamming it up to save a little face, I think.
Well I think that neg really made me money. 'Cause a few minutes later, she grabbed my cheeks and kissed me!
Then I said, Whoah, boy, you're forward, aren't you? And she smiled and nodded, then I grabbed her even harder than she'd grabbed me and kissed her. Which she totally loved.
They wanted to drive to some other place, but obviously we didn't. 'Cause we'd just got there, plus I'd rather stay independent all night and pull numbers than stick around a single brawd with the HOPE of getting laid that night.
When I said maybe we should meet for coffee, she, an exception, said yes, yes, let me give you my number, started reaching for something in her purse, but I pulled out a card and my pencil and handed it over. And then she said I'd better call her, and as she started walking away, I said, hey, and grabbed her and kissed her. And then she left.
Two other numbers were at the physical bars in bars. One was an older brawd -- a 7 or 8, maybe early 40s! The other wasn't that good of a number. Lives with parents. Strict curfew. But maybe I'll stil drill her!
My fukkin supervisor is back, and while she can't see monitor, she can hear my 75 WPM typing and know that I sure as shhit ain't doing work.
Later.
