I like alliteration.
So anyway, here we are, arriving at a party, kind of beating onward like a geriatric (half alive, nearing death). Since this is a High School party, I'm already in good standing with I'd say 80% of the population here, so that social proof is really good.
I move myself around, and enter some mixed sets, the second being HB 7.5 (Nice rack, real nice LOL) and she is with 2 guys and HB 7 Tanked. LOL. It seemingly did not matter what I said, as Tanked instantly kino'd me. I guess I was a breathe of fresh air. So I pulled out the neg, "Did I tell you to touch me?" grin. COOL. Meanwhile, because I'm addresing the group on random topic (I forget what I used to open.) 7.5 the nice rack'd one comes onto me with a neg. Playful banter ensues. LOL. Thankfully, one of the guys was "winging" I guess because he playfully mentioned her and me hooking up to tease her. So aim the weapon, a little technique called PUSH, and say, "I'm sorry I'm not that easy..." LOL
Total time in this set was around a minute or two, and I ejected because I knew I would see them later.
I also entered a 3 set all women, heavy EC, and told a story, that went over well, ejected as well. And generally moved from person to person at this party.
The Tanked chick kinos me more, later on, brushing up against me. LOL I kino other chicks in different sets, the night is going good and we're only a few hours in.
BONUS ROUND: me doing pre-birthday celebrationess added more social proof.
Now here is where we hit the fun part of the night. So I run into HB 7.5 Nice Rack. At this point it appears that she is upset at something. LOL Okay, now time to defuse this bomb that just landed in my lap. Quick Dr. Jim, think quick god damn it. Normally I would avoid a chick who was visibly upset - what do you say without compromising your status - the answer is very carefully tread.
So I whip it out.
My cell phone that is, and act like a British model photographer, "You're a fox, you're a mongoose..." and I take pictures. The two guys from before are standing beside us. They don't wish to pose threat or AMOG or hold any towards me, we're on friend terms. Back to the chick, so she is smiling, laughing AND crying. So she instinctively grabs my cellular phone and runs off.
A friend of mine was like, "oh **** she's got your phone dude"
To which I walk up to her and say, "You can't use my phone... unless you put your number in it..." ****y grin.
She looks me straight in the eye, and smiles. LOL.
# Closed.
Now she hands the phone back, I look at the phone and glance to see the number before me, that I pulled out of a relatively tight situation. OH ****! My thumb smacks the END button on the phone, ERASING THE PHONE NUMBER :crazy:
It's like the self assuredness of # closing suddenly flooded from my body in that instant, as if, in all the world I'd defused a chick on the verge of going into ***** NOVA, gotten the number, and erased it in that instant. No way...
I calmly ejected, because my friends were looking for someone. Since I'm still new to understanding the game, the effect of number closing still works on the system, and since I hadn't approached in awhile it was like winning an award and having it taken away...
Well not without a fight, you're not.
So here is where we either accept that fate has caused a conundrum, totally on my part, OR we return to try and get it again. I yielded to the latter. LOL. She's standing, (HB 7.5. nice rack) looking for her friends. I walk up, maintain the eye contact, you're a man. And without so much as a waiver, because this could end in rejection, this could cause this chick to explode with anger, and it's very likely those two could happen - NOTE: I don't care what caused her to break down so I didn't ask at all.
Here we go, do or die, I extend my hand, in it my cell, and say, "Hey, you didn't put your number in..." I have grin. What are you gonna do little girl? Only maybe nine or ten minutes, since the last time I number closed this chick. Could it all end here....
...
In reality no, it couldn't, wouldn't and didn't and didn't take an eternity for her to decide, it was like pure instinct, She grabbed my cell phone with a smile, and slammed those digits in. Quick glimpse, same number, and Carefully, I add it to my contact list.
# Closed Successful
So anyway, here we are, arriving at a party, kind of beating onward like a geriatric (half alive, nearing death). Since this is a High School party, I'm already in good standing with I'd say 80% of the population here, so that social proof is really good.
I move myself around, and enter some mixed sets, the second being HB 7.5 (Nice rack, real nice LOL) and she is with 2 guys and HB 7 Tanked. LOL. It seemingly did not matter what I said, as Tanked instantly kino'd me. I guess I was a breathe of fresh air. So I pulled out the neg, "Did I tell you to touch me?" grin. COOL. Meanwhile, because I'm addresing the group on random topic (I forget what I used to open.) 7.5 the nice rack'd one comes onto me with a neg. Playful banter ensues. LOL. Thankfully, one of the guys was "winging" I guess because he playfully mentioned her and me hooking up to tease her. So aim the weapon, a little technique called PUSH, and say, "I'm sorry I'm not that easy..." LOL
Total time in this set was around a minute or two, and I ejected because I knew I would see them later.
I also entered a 3 set all women, heavy EC, and told a story, that went over well, ejected as well. And generally moved from person to person at this party.
The Tanked chick kinos me more, later on, brushing up against me. LOL I kino other chicks in different sets, the night is going good and we're only a few hours in.
BONUS ROUND: me doing pre-birthday celebrationess added more social proof.
Now here is where we hit the fun part of the night. So I run into HB 7.5 Nice Rack. At this point it appears that she is upset at something. LOL Okay, now time to defuse this bomb that just landed in my lap. Quick Dr. Jim, think quick god damn it. Normally I would avoid a chick who was visibly upset - what do you say without compromising your status - the answer is very carefully tread.
So I whip it out.
My cell phone that is, and act like a British model photographer, "You're a fox, you're a mongoose..." and I take pictures. The two guys from before are standing beside us. They don't wish to pose threat or AMOG or hold any towards me, we're on friend terms. Back to the chick, so she is smiling, laughing AND crying. So she instinctively grabs my cellular phone and runs off.
A friend of mine was like, "oh **** she's got your phone dude"
To which I walk up to her and say, "You can't use my phone... unless you put your number in it..." ****y grin.
She looks me straight in the eye, and smiles. LOL.
# Closed.
Now she hands the phone back, I look at the phone and glance to see the number before me, that I pulled out of a relatively tight situation. OH ****! My thumb smacks the END button on the phone, ERASING THE PHONE NUMBER :crazy:
It's like the self assuredness of # closing suddenly flooded from my body in that instant, as if, in all the world I'd defused a chick on the verge of going into ***** NOVA, gotten the number, and erased it in that instant. No way...
I calmly ejected, because my friends were looking for someone. Since I'm still new to understanding the game, the effect of number closing still works on the system, and since I hadn't approached in awhile it was like winning an award and having it taken away...
Well not without a fight, you're not.
So here is where we either accept that fate has caused a conundrum, totally on my part, OR we return to try and get it again. I yielded to the latter. LOL. She's standing, (HB 7.5. nice rack) looking for her friends. I walk up, maintain the eye contact, you're a man. And without so much as a waiver, because this could end in rejection, this could cause this chick to explode with anger, and it's very likely those two could happen - NOTE: I don't care what caused her to break down so I didn't ask at all.
Here we go, do or die, I extend my hand, in it my cell, and say, "Hey, you didn't put your number in..." I have grin. What are you gonna do little girl? Only maybe nine or ten minutes, since the last time I number closed this chick. Could it all end here....
...
In reality no, it couldn't, wouldn't and didn't and didn't take an eternity for her to decide, it was like pure instinct, She grabbed my cell phone with a smile, and slammed those digits in. Quick glimpse, same number, and Carefully, I add it to my contact list.
# Closed Successful