Hey DJs,
This is a group of three lay reports recently posted by my friend and business partner Dimitri on the ASF boards. He and I developed Natural Game together, so I'm posting this along with "The Transition to Natural Game" for you reading pleasure. Enjoy.
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Word. The board needs a little shot of life, so I thought I'd drop in and spread some love. It's been eight new girls in the last eight weeks.
I've got a bit of time, so let me break down a few of these quickly for you. I've picked three that were fun and interesting for me, so let me see what I can remember of these.
#1 The Hottest Korean Girl Ever:
(EVER!)
I'm most heading to a performance and I'm cutting it close. I'm in kind of a hurry, walking through an indoor strip-mall type place. There's a couple restaurants, a bar, and a couple little shops. I walk up a set of stairs and see - BAM! One of the hottest girls I've ever seen.
See, I judge girls pretty harshly. But this chica... true 10. Now, let me break down for you what I mean when I say true 10: When I look at her, if I could change anything about her... I wouldn't. I see a girl like this maybe once a season, or four times a year.
I'm not talking about a girl wearing makeup and her sluttiest clothing. I'm talking about true, unabashed beauty, the kind of thing that moves people to poetry.
She's a tall girl even in low-heels, with long black hair. Her body is a perfect hourglass... she's healthy and in shape, and you can tell she works out regularly. She's got that soft look without having an ounce of fat, but her ass and breasts are to die for. Her eyes are bright and she wears a little makeup that accentuates her beautiful Eastern features. She's got perfect lips and a slight rosy glow in her cheeks.
I saw her perfectly shapely ass as I came up behind her, and half-circled in front of her. "Hold up..." I say softly but firmly.
I look her head to toe, and then make soft eye contact with her. "I'm feeling... the earrings" I say with a mischevious smile, and I reach over slowly and touch the stylish white earrings she's wearing and her neck at the same time.
Her perfect little lips turn up into a slight smile and she blushes and thanks me.
"I hear an accent. Where are you from?"
She answers, "South Korea."
I say, "Oh. Anya haseung."
She says, "Oh! You speak Korean?!"
Me: "Just a touch..." as I gesture for her to walk with me and keep going the way I was going.
I joke around a bit with her about how I know Korean and we laugh. I ask if she's Seoul and she says no but she lived there a while.
Me: So what brought you to the States?
She tells me. I approve, and let her know so.
At this point, we're walking out of the area, and I have to head off to the theatre. "Hey, it's been a pleasure. I'm Dimitri."
She gives me an American name. I say, "What's your Korean name?"
She tells me, and I say, "I like that better. Can I call you (K-name)?"
She nods. "Okay, then (her K-name). It's been a fun, let's chat again sometime and if it's cool we'll go get a cup of tea."
She agrees. I take her number.
I call her two days later.
"Hey."
She says hello.
"I had the *best* food last night. I went out with three of my friends to a Korean restaurant off (street)..."
She says she hasn't been there, and was it good?
"Yeah. We sat at a granite low-table and started with tea. Then we all ordered... and you know the American way of everybody orders their own food, and then they eat their dish and box up whatever's left over? We decided to eat the Korean community way instead where we all order and then all share the food."
She said they call it "family style" in Korea.
"Rad. So I order this barbeque beef dish... and they bring these *huge* strips of uncut beef to the table with tiny little bones on the top part of them."
She asks me if it's a something-or-other using the Korean name, and that's what it is, so I tell her yes (can't remember the name now).
"So they're totally uncut, but we don't have any knives here. And our waitress brings me a pair of *scissors*. So here I am, not the best with chopsticks anyway, trying to hold this *huge* strip of beef up with chopsticks and cut it with these scissors at the table. I made one hell of a mess, but we had a blast."
She's laughing, loves it. It's a true story, with the minor omitted detail that it was dinner with my girlfriend, her sister, and her sister's boyfriend. Anyway, gentlemen, take a look at all that demonstrates: I don't need any crazy flashy stuff... just a fun story that says all good things about me. Things like that happen to you regularly, I promise - It's just all about noticing them and delivering them in a cool, confident way.
We wind up chatting for 30 minutes, then I end it. I call her two days after that, we talk for over an hour, then set up plans to meet.
I meet her a couple days later at the library, and I'm almost an hour late (accidentally). We were going to walk around for two hours, but only got one because I was late. After that, we head on our own ways as we both had plans.
As I go to leave her, I don't look back at her - In my experience, this has messed with hot girls' heads. They're used to guys turning to mush over them, and often they're literally shocked when you can calmly walk off.
She starts calling me after that, and we talk a little. Eventually, we get together for a long, couple-like Saturday get-together. We first go to my favorite teahouse. I order a large pot of herbal tea, then she asks what I recommend and I say just drink tea with me. She says okay, I pay for the tea, then we grab a table.
We sit and drink tea for about an hour, then head next door for pizza. I order up a couple slices, she gets one, and the guy asks me, "Together or separate?"
I shrug, and say whatever to him. He's cool and doesn't press the issue.
I chat with the cashier guy, as everyone who works in this pizza place is super friendly and cool. We're joking around when the pizza comes up, and I start to take out money when my smoking lil' 10 says, "I'll get this one." I let her, of course, then we go sit outside and eat some pizza.
Oh - I forgot to mention what she's wearing.
She's got on TIGHT black pants which show off all her mind-blowing curves and a little cute top. She's wearing Gucci stilettos and got a sexy, high-label handbag. Her hair is done up and she's noticeably taller than me between the hair and heels. Her makeup is done perfectly and she looks totally fly.
Anyway, we sit outside and eat pizza. We both got crazy kinds of pizza (mine was mushroom, pepperoni, and pineapple, she had some southwestern chicken barbeque pizza thing). We feed each other some pizza and sit close to each other.
We sit after we finish eating, and go for a walk. We look at a clothing store, then I ask her, "Do graveyards scare you?" She says no, and I say there's a historical graveyard here where a poet I like is laid to rest. Let's go for a walk.
We walk through the graveyard, and it gets us talking about deep stuff. Both of us have lost people in our lives, but it's cool to talk about. Apparently, a few of her ancestors are buried on top of this high mountain in S. Korea, so whenever one of her family wants to see their graves, they need to do this long hike/climb thing.
She's holding on to my arm at this point and we're pretty close. We keep walking and pass a school, and then we see a baseball diamond with little girls playing softball.
We go up into the bleachers and sit like parents up there, and watch the kids swing and pitch and what not. The girls are intense, cheering their team and chanting jeers at the other team. We get to talking about kids and family and all that.
I'm holding her close to me, and we're cheering the home town girls, who absolutely wipe the floor with the visitors.
This is a group of three lay reports recently posted by my friend and business partner Dimitri on the ASF boards. He and I developed Natural Game together, so I'm posting this along with "The Transition to Natural Game" for you reading pleasure. Enjoy.
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Word. The board needs a little shot of life, so I thought I'd drop in and spread some love. It's been eight new girls in the last eight weeks.
I've got a bit of time, so let me break down a few of these quickly for you. I've picked three that were fun and interesting for me, so let me see what I can remember of these.
#1 The Hottest Korean Girl Ever:
(EVER!)
I'm most heading to a performance and I'm cutting it close. I'm in kind of a hurry, walking through an indoor strip-mall type place. There's a couple restaurants, a bar, and a couple little shops. I walk up a set of stairs and see - BAM! One of the hottest girls I've ever seen.
See, I judge girls pretty harshly. But this chica... true 10. Now, let me break down for you what I mean when I say true 10: When I look at her, if I could change anything about her... I wouldn't. I see a girl like this maybe once a season, or four times a year.
I'm not talking about a girl wearing makeup and her sluttiest clothing. I'm talking about true, unabashed beauty, the kind of thing that moves people to poetry.
She's a tall girl even in low-heels, with long black hair. Her body is a perfect hourglass... she's healthy and in shape, and you can tell she works out regularly. She's got that soft look without having an ounce of fat, but her ass and breasts are to die for. Her eyes are bright and she wears a little makeup that accentuates her beautiful Eastern features. She's got perfect lips and a slight rosy glow in her cheeks.
I saw her perfectly shapely ass as I came up behind her, and half-circled in front of her. "Hold up..." I say softly but firmly.
I look her head to toe, and then make soft eye contact with her. "I'm feeling... the earrings" I say with a mischevious smile, and I reach over slowly and touch the stylish white earrings she's wearing and her neck at the same time.
Her perfect little lips turn up into a slight smile and she blushes and thanks me.
"I hear an accent. Where are you from?"
She answers, "South Korea."
I say, "Oh. Anya haseung."
She says, "Oh! You speak Korean?!"
Me: "Just a touch..." as I gesture for her to walk with me and keep going the way I was going.
I joke around a bit with her about how I know Korean and we laugh. I ask if she's Seoul and she says no but she lived there a while.
Me: So what brought you to the States?
She tells me. I approve, and let her know so.
At this point, we're walking out of the area, and I have to head off to the theatre. "Hey, it's been a pleasure. I'm Dimitri."
She gives me an American name. I say, "What's your Korean name?"
She tells me, and I say, "I like that better. Can I call you (K-name)?"
She nods. "Okay, then (her K-name). It's been a fun, let's chat again sometime and if it's cool we'll go get a cup of tea."
She agrees. I take her number.
I call her two days later.
"Hey."
She says hello.
"I had the *best* food last night. I went out with three of my friends to a Korean restaurant off (street)..."
She says she hasn't been there, and was it good?
"Yeah. We sat at a granite low-table and started with tea. Then we all ordered... and you know the American way of everybody orders their own food, and then they eat their dish and box up whatever's left over? We decided to eat the Korean community way instead where we all order and then all share the food."
She said they call it "family style" in Korea.
"Rad. So I order this barbeque beef dish... and they bring these *huge* strips of uncut beef to the table with tiny little bones on the top part of them."
She asks me if it's a something-or-other using the Korean name, and that's what it is, so I tell her yes (can't remember the name now).
"So they're totally uncut, but we don't have any knives here. And our waitress brings me a pair of *scissors*. So here I am, not the best with chopsticks anyway, trying to hold this *huge* strip of beef up with chopsticks and cut it with these scissors at the table. I made one hell of a mess, but we had a blast."
She's laughing, loves it. It's a true story, with the minor omitted detail that it was dinner with my girlfriend, her sister, and her sister's boyfriend. Anyway, gentlemen, take a look at all that demonstrates: I don't need any crazy flashy stuff... just a fun story that says all good things about me. Things like that happen to you regularly, I promise - It's just all about noticing them and delivering them in a cool, confident way.
We wind up chatting for 30 minutes, then I end it. I call her two days after that, we talk for over an hour, then set up plans to meet.
I meet her a couple days later at the library, and I'm almost an hour late (accidentally). We were going to walk around for two hours, but only got one because I was late. After that, we head on our own ways as we both had plans.
As I go to leave her, I don't look back at her - In my experience, this has messed with hot girls' heads. They're used to guys turning to mush over them, and often they're literally shocked when you can calmly walk off.
She starts calling me after that, and we talk a little. Eventually, we get together for a long, couple-like Saturday get-together. We first go to my favorite teahouse. I order a large pot of herbal tea, then she asks what I recommend and I say just drink tea with me. She says okay, I pay for the tea, then we grab a table.
We sit and drink tea for about an hour, then head next door for pizza. I order up a couple slices, she gets one, and the guy asks me, "Together or separate?"
I shrug, and say whatever to him. He's cool and doesn't press the issue.
I chat with the cashier guy, as everyone who works in this pizza place is super friendly and cool. We're joking around when the pizza comes up, and I start to take out money when my smoking lil' 10 says, "I'll get this one." I let her, of course, then we go sit outside and eat some pizza.
Oh - I forgot to mention what she's wearing.
She's got on TIGHT black pants which show off all her mind-blowing curves and a little cute top. She's wearing Gucci stilettos and got a sexy, high-label handbag. Her hair is done up and she's noticeably taller than me between the hair and heels. Her makeup is done perfectly and she looks totally fly.
Anyway, we sit outside and eat pizza. We both got crazy kinds of pizza (mine was mushroom, pepperoni, and pineapple, she had some southwestern chicken barbeque pizza thing). We feed each other some pizza and sit close to each other.
We sit after we finish eating, and go for a walk. We look at a clothing store, then I ask her, "Do graveyards scare you?" She says no, and I say there's a historical graveyard here where a poet I like is laid to rest. Let's go for a walk.
We walk through the graveyard, and it gets us talking about deep stuff. Both of us have lost people in our lives, but it's cool to talk about. Apparently, a few of her ancestors are buried on top of this high mountain in S. Korea, so whenever one of her family wants to see their graves, they need to do this long hike/climb thing.
She's holding on to my arm at this point and we're pretty close. We keep walking and pass a school, and then we see a baseball diamond with little girls playing softball.
We go up into the bleachers and sit like parents up there, and watch the kids swing and pitch and what not. The girls are intense, cheering their team and chanting jeers at the other team. We get to talking about kids and family and all that.
I'm holding her close to me, and we're cheering the home town girls, who absolutely wipe the floor with the visitors.
