TonyTheTigerOI
Master Don Juan
These approaches all took place between wed and sunday. This isnt al of them, just the ones worth mentioning:
At the mall I was having a lot of trouble making EC with hot girls. After 30 min of cruising and windowshopping I hadnt smiled at a single girl, let alone opened a set. Then I realized what I was doing wrong:
I was seeking eyecontact with pretty girls. It wasnt working... and it was probably obvious I wasnt in the mall to shop but not having much success with my PU efforts... not very Alpha of me.
So I headed into the book store and baught two books I already own and plopped them in an extremely large bag, along with my keys, cell phone, and other random trinkets. I finally looked like I belonged in the mall, like I was there for a purpose, and I had something to talk about (I was familiar with the authors of the books I purchased).
I slowed my walk and looked ONLY straight ahead of me. I saw plenty of pretty girls, but I didnt go out of my way to pursue any of them, as they were quit inapproachable. I stopped seeking eyecontact with pretty girls, and I started MAKING EYECONTACT with TARGETS. Lone shoppers, stationary twosets, hotties who didnt appear to be in much of a hurry. Within two minutes of my change in mental state my results were exemplary: I held my eyes on the eyes of my targets from up to 30 yards away, knowing that as we drew near my slow, confident bodylanguage would get their attension and elicite eyecontact. It did. I made strong eyecontact with two girls, without saying hi, bothof them smiled from ear to ear as they passed me.
I was settling into my mental state when a very tall, tan girl in a white sundress walked by with what must have been 50 lbs of merchandise. She held eyecontact from 20 yards untill we were ontop of eachother, smiling first. I smiled back and said hi, she replied "Hey! Whats up!" I could have easily stopped and talked to her, but I didnt and I dont know why. I guess Im still shaking off the rust.
I was a little angry at myself, but it got my psyched for my next approach:
I saw a twoset of girls in their mid 20's sitting on a bench by a trash can and I walked slowly towards them. I made strong eyecontact with the sexier of the two, smiled and said hey, whats up!, then thru my coffee cup into a trash can nearby.
HBcoffee - Hey... what are ya drinkin?
Anth - Starbucks... I really cant stand the coffee but I get it for free
HBfriend - Oh I love Starbucks!
HBcoffee - I hate it!
Anth - Finally, someone agrees with me! (hi 5)
HBcoffee - yeah, Im more of a dunkin doughnuts girl
Anth - What?
HBcoffee - I love dunkin doughnuts coffee
Anth - Are you kidding?
HBcoffee - No, its good!
Anth - See, I thought we were on the same page when I found out we were hte only two people on earth who hate starbucks... but now I dont even think you drink coffee!
HBcoffee - Oh well then what do you like?
Anth - Hrm. The best cup of coffee I ever had was at higher grounds, on sheridan drive. You see, yousually when they make coffee (I sit down next to her on the bench as I tell my story) some guy down in columbia pays a bunch of farmers to pick the coffee beans from the plants. They look a lot like cherries when they are fresh. The farmers chuck the meat of the cherrie from the bean inside, and then throw them in the sand try dry in the sun. But... one day, some jamacan decides hes going to make some coffee. So he pays a bunch of farmers to go pick the beans. The only problem is, they'd all spent the day drinking rum and partying in the sun, and they were really tired. They decided to just leave the cherries out to dry, without chucking them. Now, their boss was pretty pist the next morning when he found out, but he didnt want to waste all that coffee, so what does he do? (they reply, he has them chuck them anyway) Exactly! So all the flavors from the fruit of the cherrie were locked into the beans, and instead of the usual earthy, smokey taste of coffee... those particular beans were sweet and fruity. I had two cups, and mixed it with chocolate covered raisins. It was AMAZING!
I told the story with great energy, and every time I made a point I would touch her thigh or arm. By the end, she was leaning very close to me, hanging on every word. She told me she got the impression I was very successful, and wondered if I was a lawyer. I explained that I was only 18, and currently attended an international school of management and entraprenourship and talked about my future plans. She put her hand on my thigh and asked me if I liked older, more experienced women. I smiled and told her I loved all women, especially those who can carry on a stimulating, wildly entertaining conversation. I squeezed her thigh... and then her cell phone rang. It was her boyfriend. She didnt answer it, but she stood up to leave.
HBcoffee - I have to go. If I stay any longer Im going to get in trouble
Anth - Get in trouble, how?
Hbcoffee - I just told you, that was my boyfriend calling!
Anth - Oh, and he will scold you, and put you in time out if you dont run off to see him right this second? That kind of trouble?
HBcoffee - Its not like that... you, oh youre really good...
Anth - Well thank you, but its easy to be good when you know what you want
Her friend had had enough, she grabbed the girl by her hand and physically pulled her from me (we were standing together, her c cup brushing against my chest) and yelled "SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND." If she was going to be so *****y, Im surprised she took so long to jump in... damn it!
All in all the approach was about 20 minutes, I developed some deep rapport that I didnt include above regarding the books I had baught (she recognized the authors). I could have ****ed her if her BF didnt call or if the friend wasnt there, either or.
Ill post some more approaches on this same thread soon.
At the mall I was having a lot of trouble making EC with hot girls. After 30 min of cruising and windowshopping I hadnt smiled at a single girl, let alone opened a set. Then I realized what I was doing wrong:
I was seeking eyecontact with pretty girls. It wasnt working... and it was probably obvious I wasnt in the mall to shop but not having much success with my PU efforts... not very Alpha of me.
So I headed into the book store and baught two books I already own and plopped them in an extremely large bag, along with my keys, cell phone, and other random trinkets. I finally looked like I belonged in the mall, like I was there for a purpose, and I had something to talk about (I was familiar with the authors of the books I purchased).
I slowed my walk and looked ONLY straight ahead of me. I saw plenty of pretty girls, but I didnt go out of my way to pursue any of them, as they were quit inapproachable. I stopped seeking eyecontact with pretty girls, and I started MAKING EYECONTACT with TARGETS. Lone shoppers, stationary twosets, hotties who didnt appear to be in much of a hurry. Within two minutes of my change in mental state my results were exemplary: I held my eyes on the eyes of my targets from up to 30 yards away, knowing that as we drew near my slow, confident bodylanguage would get their attension and elicite eyecontact. It did. I made strong eyecontact with two girls, without saying hi, bothof them smiled from ear to ear as they passed me.
I was settling into my mental state when a very tall, tan girl in a white sundress walked by with what must have been 50 lbs of merchandise. She held eyecontact from 20 yards untill we were ontop of eachother, smiling first. I smiled back and said hi, she replied "Hey! Whats up!" I could have easily stopped and talked to her, but I didnt and I dont know why. I guess Im still shaking off the rust.
I was a little angry at myself, but it got my psyched for my next approach:
I saw a twoset of girls in their mid 20's sitting on a bench by a trash can and I walked slowly towards them. I made strong eyecontact with the sexier of the two, smiled and said hey, whats up!, then thru my coffee cup into a trash can nearby.
HBcoffee - Hey... what are ya drinkin?
Anth - Starbucks... I really cant stand the coffee but I get it for free
HBfriend - Oh I love Starbucks!
HBcoffee - I hate it!
Anth - Finally, someone agrees with me! (hi 5)
HBcoffee - yeah, Im more of a dunkin doughnuts girl
Anth - What?
HBcoffee - I love dunkin doughnuts coffee
Anth - Are you kidding?
HBcoffee - No, its good!
Anth - See, I thought we were on the same page when I found out we were hte only two people on earth who hate starbucks... but now I dont even think you drink coffee!
HBcoffee - Oh well then what do you like?
Anth - Hrm. The best cup of coffee I ever had was at higher grounds, on sheridan drive. You see, yousually when they make coffee (I sit down next to her on the bench as I tell my story) some guy down in columbia pays a bunch of farmers to pick the coffee beans from the plants. They look a lot like cherries when they are fresh. The farmers chuck the meat of the cherrie from the bean inside, and then throw them in the sand try dry in the sun. But... one day, some jamacan decides hes going to make some coffee. So he pays a bunch of farmers to go pick the beans. The only problem is, they'd all spent the day drinking rum and partying in the sun, and they were really tired. They decided to just leave the cherries out to dry, without chucking them. Now, their boss was pretty pist the next morning when he found out, but he didnt want to waste all that coffee, so what does he do? (they reply, he has them chuck them anyway) Exactly! So all the flavors from the fruit of the cherrie were locked into the beans, and instead of the usual earthy, smokey taste of coffee... those particular beans were sweet and fruity. I had two cups, and mixed it with chocolate covered raisins. It was AMAZING!
I told the story with great energy, and every time I made a point I would touch her thigh or arm. By the end, she was leaning very close to me, hanging on every word. She told me she got the impression I was very successful, and wondered if I was a lawyer. I explained that I was only 18, and currently attended an international school of management and entraprenourship and talked about my future plans. She put her hand on my thigh and asked me if I liked older, more experienced women. I smiled and told her I loved all women, especially those who can carry on a stimulating, wildly entertaining conversation. I squeezed her thigh... and then her cell phone rang. It was her boyfriend. She didnt answer it, but she stood up to leave.
HBcoffee - I have to go. If I stay any longer Im going to get in trouble
Anth - Get in trouble, how?
Hbcoffee - I just told you, that was my boyfriend calling!
Anth - Oh, and he will scold you, and put you in time out if you dont run off to see him right this second? That kind of trouble?
HBcoffee - Its not like that... you, oh youre really good...
Anth - Well thank you, but its easy to be good when you know what you want
Her friend had had enough, she grabbed the girl by her hand and physically pulled her from me (we were standing together, her c cup brushing against my chest) and yelled "SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND." If she was going to be so *****y, Im surprised she took so long to jump in... damn it!
All in all the approach was about 20 minutes, I developed some deep rapport that I didnt include above regarding the books I had baught (she recognized the authors). I could have ****ed her if her BF didnt call or if the friend wasnt there, either or.
Ill post some more approaches on this same thread soon.
