Señor Fingers
Master Don Juan
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"Seducing the NiceGirl"
As I have said from the start, there is no set approach to anything in life. Only by experimentation and repeated failures do we learn anything. My biggest problem starting out was that I was a total pvssy. So I learned some C&F and overcompensated for my niceness. I went all the way to the opposite end of the spectrum and became Mr. Jerk. And it worked for me, but mostly with party girls and one night stands, and that got old real fast as the challenge faded away.
I felt that something was missing from my game and that's when I decided to work on my cold approaches. Man, it was tough at first. I could handle getting shot down and told to fukk off, which didn't happen as much as I thought. The thing that really killed me was the way girls flake so much. I would get a nice vibe going with a HB and get the digits, only to have her dodge my calls. Or even worse, we would make plans and she would totally diss me. Hehe, my self-esteem took quite a beating in those days. But I learned to adapt to it and developed a nice callous around my bruised ego. I stopped taking rejection personally and made all the difference in the world.
Here is one of the more challenging pickups I did recently:
The Scenario
I was on my way to a gig out of town. It turned out all the seats on the bus were sold out, so I was stuck in the bus terminal for a few hours and bored out of my mind. So I decided to hit up the cafeteria and grab a bite. I lugged all my bags to the counter, sat down and ordered some tapas and a beer.
The Target
I kicked back and absorbed my surroundings, giving the place a slow scan. Nothing but old people and a few teenagers looking really bored. The waitress brought my food and right as I was finishing, a HB8 walked in and ordered some coffee. She sat down at a table and unloaded her luggage as I watched her lovely form in the reflection of the display case.
The AFC Returns
She was more cute than sexy, dressed modestly with a very young looking face. She looked about 20. I wanted to approach her, but I felt the old doubts coming back. "What if I blow this one? I can't think of anything to say! Fukk I am such a punkass loser!" I caught my negative dialogue and just decided not to approach her because with this frame of mind, I would definitely blow it. So I paid the tab and walked outside still feeling a little down on myself for punking out. That's when inspiration hit me.
The Favor Opener
I walked back into the cafe and dropped my luggage in the empty seat next to her, asking if she could watch my bags while I went to the rest room. She agreed with a smile and I waltzed off to take a whizz. I came back and thanked her for the favor. She then thanked me. I asked her why. She said for doing the same, and with a wink she got up and went to the restroom. Hehe, I was liking this girl already! As she walked away I got good look at her ass and mentally bumped her up to a 9 cuz it was real nice.
Eliciting Sensual Conversation
She came back and we chatted a bit. She asked me where I was headed, so I told her about my ordeal with the ticket and she said she was stranded as well. This worked out nicely since now there was time for us to get to know each other. We talked about the places we had traveled to and I found out she was a photographer. I got her to describe all the beautiful little villages she had visited in Italy and France. It was interesting because the more I prodded her for details, the more she became wrapped up in telling her story, like she was reliving it in a trance. I barely spoke more than two words the whole time, just absorbing her vibe really and tossing in a few "wow's" and "that sounds incredible" because she did have some kickass stories. I told her I admired her adventurous spirit.
Storytelling & Rapport
Normally I would try to engage her with intense conversation, but instead I let the dialogue fizzle out until she got curious about me. So I gave her my whole schpeel, how I am a crazy NewYorker on a quest to see the world, make music and meet new people. She wanted to hear about New York, so I told her how different it was from the movies, how much it had changed in the last few years, and how it felt to grow up there. She was fascinated and wanted to hear about my 9/11 experience but I lied and told her I was out of town because I never like to talk about depressing shyt during a pickup. Instead I started talking about all the funny cultural differences between NYC and Spain and got her laughing.
Role Playing PUSH
I started telling her that I really loved Spain and was looking for a rich and beautiful señorita to marry me so I could get my papers and not have to work anymore. She laughed and I told her I was serious (Having dual citizenship would rock!) I asked her if she was down to marry me and she said just giggled (a great sign) I was like "C'mon, it'll be great, 50 years from now we could tell our grandkids how we met in a lonely bus station and fell hopelessly in love with each other." She smiled in a puzzled way, I could tell she wasn't sure if I was kidding or not because despite a sly grin, I looked her in the eye the whole time and said it like I was serious. Before she could process her next answer I switched to qualifying mode "Waitaminute, I'm not so sure about this now. I can tell you are not rich (look her up and down like she is a prize horse) What else do you have to offer besides a cute face? Can you cook? Give massages? Work two jobs so I can stay at home?
Role Playing PULL
She laughed and played along, sayin in her own sassy way that she wasn't workin two jobs for anybody! I thought about it for a few seconds and then asked if she could at least cook or massage. She couldn't do that either so I divorced her on the spot, saying it would never work out between us. She said I couldn't divorce her cuz we weren't really married. I said "Sex out of wedlock then? What would our grandchildren say to that?" She cracked up. I told her she seemed like a nice girl and if she at least made the effort to learn how to cook OR massage, I would reconsider. She played along and said she would enroll in some fancy chef school as soon as she came back from vacation. Fun stuff!
The Number Close
Finally it was time to board our buses. I pulled out my pen and paper and told her to write down the name of the villages she visited in case I ever found myself in Italy/France. She did so and volunteered her digits at the bottom. Sweet! I got the two kisses (that's how they do here in Europe) and went on my merry way.
A few weeks passed and I totally forgot about this chick, figuring she was just practice. One day I was cleaning my apartment and found her number and figured WTF, I'll just call her for laughs.
The Phone Call
HER: Hello?
ME: Wassup, baby? Did you miss me?
HER: Um..who's this?
ME: Haha..don't play games with me. You really don't know who this is?
HER: Umm, keep talking and maybe I will figure it out.
ME: Alright, what should I say?
HER: Your accent is unusual, keep talking.
ME: Damn, you really have forgotten about me. I am hurt! After all we have been through with the divorce and everything ... and to think I trusted you with my luggage! (said in a "shame on you" tone of voice)
HER: (Laughing) OMG it's you! I thought you forgot about me.
ME: Hehe, naw, just been real busy lately. How are those cooking classes coming along?
HER: (Laughing) I am afraid I still suck in the kitchen.
ME: Wow, that's too bad.
I just hung up on her right here. Waited 1 minute and called her back.
HER: You are a bastard!
ME: Hahaha! Is this why you love me so?
HER: (laughing)You are crazy.
ME: Maybe, but at least my crazy ass can cook!
HER: I may not cook but I am good at other things.
ME: (Seductive Tone) Oh really?
My doorbell rings
ME: Can you hold on a second?
HER: Sure.
I answer the door and it is two of my friends who are picking me up for dinner.
ME: Listen, I am in a bit of a rush, my friends are waiting on me, but what are you doing this weekend?
HER: Dunno, Probably nothing.
ME: I have Sunday free, so let's get together. I know a great place for Italian food
HER: Okay! Call me Saturday and we will make plans
ME: Excellent. catch you later
Hang up on her again before she can say another word. (I hate drawn out goodbyes)
Click the link ^^^ for the Table of Contents.
"Seducing the NiceGirl"
As I have said from the start, there is no set approach to anything in life. Only by experimentation and repeated failures do we learn anything. My biggest problem starting out was that I was a total pvssy. So I learned some C&F and overcompensated for my niceness. I went all the way to the opposite end of the spectrum and became Mr. Jerk. And it worked for me, but mostly with party girls and one night stands, and that got old real fast as the challenge faded away.
I felt that something was missing from my game and that's when I decided to work on my cold approaches. Man, it was tough at first. I could handle getting shot down and told to fukk off, which didn't happen as much as I thought. The thing that really killed me was the way girls flake so much. I would get a nice vibe going with a HB and get the digits, only to have her dodge my calls. Or even worse, we would make plans and she would totally diss me. Hehe, my self-esteem took quite a beating in those days. But I learned to adapt to it and developed a nice callous around my bruised ego. I stopped taking rejection personally and made all the difference in the world.
Here is one of the more challenging pickups I did recently:
The Scenario
I was on my way to a gig out of town. It turned out all the seats on the bus were sold out, so I was stuck in the bus terminal for a few hours and bored out of my mind. So I decided to hit up the cafeteria and grab a bite. I lugged all my bags to the counter, sat down and ordered some tapas and a beer.
The Target
I kicked back and absorbed my surroundings, giving the place a slow scan. Nothing but old people and a few teenagers looking really bored. The waitress brought my food and right as I was finishing, a HB8 walked in and ordered some coffee. She sat down at a table and unloaded her luggage as I watched her lovely form in the reflection of the display case.
The AFC Returns
She was more cute than sexy, dressed modestly with a very young looking face. She looked about 20. I wanted to approach her, but I felt the old doubts coming back. "What if I blow this one? I can't think of anything to say! Fukk I am such a punkass loser!" I caught my negative dialogue and just decided not to approach her because with this frame of mind, I would definitely blow it. So I paid the tab and walked outside still feeling a little down on myself for punking out. That's when inspiration hit me.
The Favor Opener
I walked back into the cafe and dropped my luggage in the empty seat next to her, asking if she could watch my bags while I went to the rest room. She agreed with a smile and I waltzed off to take a whizz. I came back and thanked her for the favor. She then thanked me. I asked her why. She said for doing the same, and with a wink she got up and went to the restroom. Hehe, I was liking this girl already! As she walked away I got good look at her ass and mentally bumped her up to a 9 cuz it was real nice.
Eliciting Sensual Conversation
She came back and we chatted a bit. She asked me where I was headed, so I told her about my ordeal with the ticket and she said she was stranded as well. This worked out nicely since now there was time for us to get to know each other. We talked about the places we had traveled to and I found out she was a photographer. I got her to describe all the beautiful little villages she had visited in Italy and France. It was interesting because the more I prodded her for details, the more she became wrapped up in telling her story, like she was reliving it in a trance. I barely spoke more than two words the whole time, just absorbing her vibe really and tossing in a few "wow's" and "that sounds incredible" because she did have some kickass stories. I told her I admired her adventurous spirit.
Storytelling & Rapport
Normally I would try to engage her with intense conversation, but instead I let the dialogue fizzle out until she got curious about me. So I gave her my whole schpeel, how I am a crazy NewYorker on a quest to see the world, make music and meet new people. She wanted to hear about New York, so I told her how different it was from the movies, how much it had changed in the last few years, and how it felt to grow up there. She was fascinated and wanted to hear about my 9/11 experience but I lied and told her I was out of town because I never like to talk about depressing shyt during a pickup. Instead I started talking about all the funny cultural differences between NYC and Spain and got her laughing.
Role Playing PUSH
I started telling her that I really loved Spain and was looking for a rich and beautiful señorita to marry me so I could get my papers and not have to work anymore. She laughed and I told her I was serious (Having dual citizenship would rock!) I asked her if she was down to marry me and she said just giggled (a great sign) I was like "C'mon, it'll be great, 50 years from now we could tell our grandkids how we met in a lonely bus station and fell hopelessly in love with each other." She smiled in a puzzled way, I could tell she wasn't sure if I was kidding or not because despite a sly grin, I looked her in the eye the whole time and said it like I was serious. Before she could process her next answer I switched to qualifying mode "Waitaminute, I'm not so sure about this now. I can tell you are not rich (look her up and down like she is a prize horse) What else do you have to offer besides a cute face? Can you cook? Give massages? Work two jobs so I can stay at home?
Role Playing PULL
She laughed and played along, sayin in her own sassy way that she wasn't workin two jobs for anybody! I thought about it for a few seconds and then asked if she could at least cook or massage. She couldn't do that either so I divorced her on the spot, saying it would never work out between us. She said I couldn't divorce her cuz we weren't really married. I said "Sex out of wedlock then? What would our grandchildren say to that?" She cracked up. I told her she seemed like a nice girl and if she at least made the effort to learn how to cook OR massage, I would reconsider. She played along and said she would enroll in some fancy chef school as soon as she came back from vacation. Fun stuff!
The Number Close
Finally it was time to board our buses. I pulled out my pen and paper and told her to write down the name of the villages she visited in case I ever found myself in Italy/France. She did so and volunteered her digits at the bottom. Sweet! I got the two kisses (that's how they do here in Europe) and went on my merry way.
A few weeks passed and I totally forgot about this chick, figuring she was just practice. One day I was cleaning my apartment and found her number and figured WTF, I'll just call her for laughs.
The Phone Call
HER: Hello?
ME: Wassup, baby? Did you miss me?
HER: Um..who's this?
ME: Haha..don't play games with me. You really don't know who this is?
HER: Umm, keep talking and maybe I will figure it out.
ME: Alright, what should I say?
HER: Your accent is unusual, keep talking.
ME: Damn, you really have forgotten about me. I am hurt! After all we have been through with the divorce and everything ... and to think I trusted you with my luggage! (said in a "shame on you" tone of voice)
HER: (Laughing) OMG it's you! I thought you forgot about me.
ME: Hehe, naw, just been real busy lately. How are those cooking classes coming along?
HER: (Laughing) I am afraid I still suck in the kitchen.
ME: Wow, that's too bad.
I just hung up on her right here. Waited 1 minute and called her back.
HER: You are a bastard!
ME: Hahaha! Is this why you love me so?
HER: (laughing)You are crazy.
ME: Maybe, but at least my crazy ass can cook!
HER: I may not cook but I am good at other things.
ME: (Seductive Tone) Oh really?
My doorbell rings
ME: Can you hold on a second?
HER: Sure.
I answer the door and it is two of my friends who are picking me up for dinner.
ME: Listen, I am in a bit of a rush, my friends are waiting on me, but what are you doing this weekend?
HER: Dunno, Probably nothing.
ME: I have Sunday free, so let's get together. I know a great place for Italian food
HER: Okay! Call me Saturday and we will make plans
ME: Excellent. catch you later
Hang up on her again before she can say another word. (I hate drawn out goodbyes)
