Doggy Dinner Bowl Look | First Date with Miss Good Smell
Okay, I think I officially have another Girl Tornado in effect. And I had my first date with Miss Good Smell, which is why the “Tornado Warning” is now official.
We have Siren and Miss Thick on rotation. This is the first time I’ve had two girls I really like, that like me, in a harem pattern. Sexing both of them, each week, for several weeks now. Solid. Awesome. Go daygame.
As for the rest of the tornado, the Mongolian Mom (haven’t written about her yet) is actively texting with me, and we had a date set up for Thursday, but she cancelled last minute as her babysitter fell thru. Rescheduled for next week. That same night, I was trading messages after midnight with a 19 yr old daygame girl I’d picked up last week. And the cute little Chinese art student that had gone silent also responded to a ping text. She was very enthusiastic.
Unstable energy. The chaos of girls. Lots of leads. Anything could happen. This is what Tornado country looks like.
All of this set me up for my date with Miss Good Smell. This is the girl I insta-dated on Wednesday. She has been very lively via Facebook messages.
Druing our idate on last week, I suggested that I take her to the modern art museum. This is a standard date for me, I have taken many girls on this date at this point. She liked the idea, and was enthusiastic on text as we set up the logistics:
GOOD SMELL: Caant waait
I posted up where she and I agreed to meet, and proof read my Cheesecake post that I was working on at the time.
I like having my head down in my phone as I wait for my dates. I did this all the time in Japan, as I wasn’t always sure I’d recognize the girl and wanted her to come to me. And I don’t really get nervous before a date, but the distraction of the post kept me out of my head. This is all part of my date routine.
I looked up and she was there. And she looked cute.
When I wrote about my idate with her, I talked about her smell. And the intoxicating effect of that smell. I mentioned how I didn’t feel like running game after spending that time with her… I had been sucked into the vibe of she and I. We have good chemistry.
As she approached for the date, I had a shot of “okay, there she is, she’s cute, but she’s still a very normal girl.” Imperfections and all. But then… then I got another hit of that chemistry. I felt glad to see her right away and we seemed very much to be where we’d left off on our idate.
But before the date even got started…
NASH: I have one request…
HER: Hehe tell me?
Ahhhh… See this? I am obviously about to ask for some compliance. Look at her response. She is embracing my request before she’s even heard it. That is the vibe between us. But it’s also her personality.
She is obviously into me. But beyond that, she is upbeat, happy and generous. These are the kinds of girls I want to be dating. She is a very likable girl.
NASH: You said you like perfume? Yes?
NASH: If so… Pls wear some.
NASH: I love perfume.
HER: Hehe okkay
HER: No problem
This kind of request is a kind of gambit. Asking for something is only a good idea when you’re going to get a positive reply, so there is a risk here. But if she does comply, you have the beginnings of a pattern of compliance.
You also have her investing. I was trying to do a bit of both in this instance.
A new friend of mine, I’ll call him Mr Cigar (I met him on an RSD forum, we’ve been out hunting together once)… he and I were talking about how making a girl pay for dates can help to get her invested. I don’t do that much. But that point about investment is worth some thought. Like all of us, when she works for something, the thing has more value to her. That’s the general idea.
The perfume request is a type of compliance I do quite often. I do think there is a small risk to it. (One girl thought it was weird… but she did wear perfume on that date.)
I like this kind of compliance gambit. And it is a type of investment-play (like Tom Torero’s routine where he tells the girl to bring him a present on the first date, but it has to be under 1£… he always brings her a Kinder egg).
For me, this routine has the added benefit that if she wears perfume, I can use that as an excuse to smell her neck or wrist or hair, etc. And I always take that as another chance to touch her and get up in her space, but also to give her some positive feedback about how great she smells — I really do love perfume.
So as Good Smell arrives the first thing I smell, again, is “her” smell. She did wear some perfume (it was wonderful, but subtle), but it’s wasn’t the perfume I could smell. It was her. And I get another big wave of intoxication from that smell. And I tell her so. And I’m touching her and telling her she smells great, and we’re off to a good start.
This would be too much for some girls, but for she and I, it’s great. She is attracted, I don’t need a lot of “push” at this stage.
I lead her along the path I take from the train station to the museum. We’re chatting and it’s going well.
At the museum, and in line for tickets in the Members areas, the woman at the counter is looking something up on the computer, and I look down and see Miss Good Smell’s hand. I slip my hand into hers, with no pretext, and she squeezes it and we hold hands. More easy, sweet compliance from her.
The museum was fantastic. I love that place. The current show is excellent.
My annual membership means I have a very inexpensive place to take girls (I can go as often as I want, and being a date each time). But I also love being there. And I become a little more of an expert each time I go. And it inspires me… I want to make art just thinking about that place.
As the our time at the museum got started, I wanted to kiss her right away. It was a strong feeling. But I did not do it.
At one point we were near the top floor, back in a corner, and I was looking for a place to slip her around a corner and make a move. The whole ideas was a turn on. I didn’t do it, and I felt briefly like I’d lost some momentum.
Meanwhile, she was occasionally touching the paintings, which is not cool. I figured I’d let the guards yell at her (so I didn’t have to), but she got away with it. At one point I told her she is likely to get busted if she keeps that up and I gave her a slight disapproving look and I think she took the hint.
But this transitioned us into the idea that she “sees” the world through touch. This is part of the puzzle of knowing her. She said she loves the feel of the canvas, and especially when the paint is thick on the surface.
I used this opportunity to tell her that it’s obvious that I like to touch her — and I pawed her all over as I said that. And that it’s sexual (and I got a bit lecherous at that moment), but that I also come from a hands-on family, so even affectionate touch is normal for me. And then more touching her everywhere, but in a less lecherous way.
She was a mix of warm smiles and “doggy dinner bowl look” for all this touching.
Now a brief detour into the concept of “doggy dinner bowl” eyes, and what it means when a girl is giving you that kind of look:
As I worked on this post, I thought I’d try to find a good original source for the concept of the Doggy Dinner Bowl Look (DDBL).
^ From my personal copy of The Game.
For some reason, I think this topic is worth a few more moments of our time. And it was fun to do a little research on this for this post.
The DDBL is something I first came across (in The Game) about 10 years ago. And while my game was horribly amateurish and ineffective for years, I was able to spot that look right away as I began my education as a seducer. And aspiring players know what that look is, and know what it means… even if they don’t know the term.
Here is something I found from a guy that calls himself YaReally in the comments on the Heartiste’s blog:
“PUAs call that “the doggy dinner bowl look”. Where they look at you like you’re just the most amazing thing they’ve ever seen in their lives, like a starving dog looks at you when you bring his dinner… you pretty much can’t fuck up from here, she’s decided you’re ‘the one’.”
That’s about right. This can be a wonderful ego-boost when you see a girl going DDB on you. It’s like a type of applause, like she is clapping for your game. To cite something else I wrote, you might see this look (in special cases) when she goes from being a “critic” to a “super fan” of your performance as a man.
And I see this a lot from girls that I’m dating more regularly. Siren gives me full DDB all the time (and she is one of those “special cases” where this can go on, date after date). My ex from years ago, a Korean girl (that I also called Siren, at the time), gave me DDB for years… and when she did it, it somehow made her more beautiful. Maybe she was enchanted, but when she would give me that look, I was under her spell as well. And Miss Thick is in this stage with me now.
MISS THICK: It’s really hard for me to focus on my homework
MISS THICK: Keep thinking about you.
This is from WeChat after a recent date she and I had. I know her well enough to know that these are the words behind her own version of the DDB. This is that “near worship” quality, combined with a smile.
The point is to recognize the look. And I know from seeing this look from my various girlfriend-types, that this means it’s “more than on.” So if you see this in a new girl (and you will often get this look in the first minute), it’s “more than on” and you can use that as a sign to get busy.
That girl there in the middle ^… she is doing DDB. The non-smiling version. It’s a mix of resignation and adoration. She is not smiling, but she is a very happy girl. The non-smiling version of DDB is like “love-meets-agony.” The smiling version is closer to “ecstatic.”
Doggy Dinner Bowl eyes are about her being drunk on her own chemicals. This is what happens when you put a little bit of gasoline on the spark that a good cold-approach can inspire. This is about her body chemicals. And the rules of attraction.
“Some girls hit the DDB really fast (a shy innocent girl who’s dazzled by your cocky/funny stuff as soon as she meets you) and some take a while (a bitchy older cougar who tests you like a motherfucker over and over to see if you’re congruent)”
I could see some of this on our idate. Probably around the time during that initial date when I wanted to kiss her. I’m guessing she is relatively inexperienced (more on that later), and she might qualify for what YaReally is calling “shy/innocent” in his comment above.
“Girls who DDB will usually start chasing you down from that point. They’ll force their phone number on you, make excuses to meet up with you again…
And this was definitely true. As I left her with the Facebook friend request after that idate, and she not only accepted, but initiated the first few comments. She initiated a few other chats since then… again, we have a happy girl on our hands here.
As one more point of reference on the doggy dinner bowl look, here is a great discussion from an RSD forum.
“Hey folks, thought I would share the best example I’ve seen of the doggy dinner bowl look on video in a long time.”
— RSD commentor Rod
Okay… that’s a pretty thorough treatment of DDBL. I think we can move on.
Back to the date…
When we left off, I was touching her everywhere and she gave me the DDBL. And I was talking about how she likes to touch things, and…
Without going into complete sex-talk, I asked her if she’s been to a strip club before. It’s surprising how many women have… and she has as well, but that’s not her thing.
That lead us to a conversation about what kind of girls she would pick, if she were in a strip club. I role played this scenario where she and I were in a high-end club, in a private room, and she could pick any girl she wanted. I asked a bunch of qualifying questions and she came up with: A medium-sized girl, dark, short curly hair. Medium boobs. Curvy. She thinks a hot girl needs to be curvy, not too skinny.
As we had been talking about touching, I asked if she had her perfect stripper I front of her, would she touch her? And this was a fun game for both of us… as she was a bit shy about saying how she felt and I was enjoying making her feel shy.
I reminded her that this whole “fantasy” was about her being a very “touch-oriented” person (with her wanting to feel the canvases, etc.). This allowed me to walk the line between being the sick pervert I am and showing her greater mastery over social dynamics and other intellectual themes.
Great date so far.
Museum is about to close. I have been in this exact position before, several times. Yohami coached me on some date last Fall with a similar situation (I can’t remember which) and I think his point was something like “you can just take her home.” Maybe even skip the museum and go straight home. That wasn’t in my reality at the time. It is now.
Now that the museum is closing and they are kicking us out, I know I’m going to give her a choice of a proper adult drink with alcohol or a tea. Both could be great.
But I also know that part of me wants to take her to this tea place that is close to the museum… and another part of me knows that taking her to the coffee place in my neighborhood is the right choice.
And the world slows down as I have these thoughts, and there is epic battle in my head… am I going to do the thing I used to do? Or the am I going to do the smart thing?
There is a lot of ^ this going on in my game right now.
There is a coffee place about 100 yards from my front door. It is a gay neighborhood, and a pretty gay coffee place, but so what. And I took Miss Thick there two weeks ago, and bounced her the 100 yards back to my place… and fucked her.
And it occurred to me then that I have never had a proper date there before. And how dumb that is of me. It’s a cool place. And the logistics are unbeatable.
I have lived in this neighborhood for almost six years. Why did it take me so long to start using that place in my game? Really? Why?!
It’s a sign of how much we train-wreck our own results. About how we sabotage ourselves. About how we create our own “tussle.” Wow. How often do I do this in life? How much else about game and life am I incapable of seeing??
Anyway… so I make the offer — “drink or tea?” — and she says she thinks tea would be better. And I can see some light caution in her eyes. So I say… (want to guess what I say??)… I say:
NASH: Okay, I’m going to take you to this great coffee place in my neighborhood…
Wow. Finally got that one right.
I didn’t fuck her on this date… or that would have been in the title of the post. But the rest of the date was excellent, all the same.
We took the train to my gay neighborhood. We finished the talk about strippers at this point, and I moved on to asking if she has ever kissed a girl. She squirmed a bit, and said she didn’t think that was a good question for a relationship like ours. So I said that, to me, that meant she HAD kissed a girl… and that it meant something to her… because she was dodging the question. I was right, she has kissed a girl. Her best friend. Close-mouthed, she said. But I could tell all this was hot for her… the conversation, if not that girl-kiss.
Good sexy vibe all the way to my neighborhood.
We got off the train and walked past all the boys that got their drinking started early on that particular Friday afternoon. All this is strange and unusual for a nice girl from Mongolia. And the coffee place was just past the madness and debauchery… and close to my house.
And we get tea, and I walked her outside to sit in the cool breeze of one of my neighbor’s stoops. We sat and had a nice little chat.
This was a slow, almost awkward part of the date. Our first low moment. Some silence — which is rare for me, the King of Words. Chit chat. Getting to know each other. I learned some sad things about her. This was comfort and connection. We talked about travel, family, why she was here in the US.
She is here to work on her English. But also to “learn about herself.” I like that about her.
NASH: Hey, I want to take you to dinner
NASH: I need to feed my cats first, come with me…
There is the bounce. I will do that move again, I’m sure.
She had a flash of caution, but she agreed.
My place, cats, they were great, as always.
A tour of the place. My art.
We are standing in the late afternoon sunlight in the room that is attached to my bedroom, each of us sipping some water from heavy glass cups, cats at our feet, we walk to the hall, I grab her arm, turn her around… and kiss her.
It’s mild, but good.
We walk to the kitchen… I put our glasses down, push her up against the counter, and kiss her some more. It’s hotter. I am turned on.
And now… this is the confession of the post:
I know I could have fucked her. I knew it then. But I didn’t do it.
I’m not certain.
I ended up taking her to dinner. We walked from my house, it was lovely.
And it was early, and I really did assume that we would have dinner, it would still be early, and a Friday night, and we would come back, she would be very comfortable as she’d already been in my place, and we would fuck.
That was my plan. But there is something in me that knows that I “should” have fucked her when I had the chance. What does “should” mean in this instance? I’m not sure.
I wanted to. I was not at all desperate, but I was horny. I did think it was likely we would fuck after dinner… but I know I sort of cockblocked myself here.
Hmmm. My confession. There you have it.
I should have a notch-story here, and I do not, and I truly believe I am the reason it didn’t happen (which is almost always true). And not because I’m shy. Or because I am afraid to pull the trigger. I did everything I needed to, except drag her to my bed… I’m still not sure why.
And with that out of the way… I did think that pouncing on her would have been a little too horny. There is some part of me that thinks I was being cool by trying to wait until after dinner, at least for our first fuck.
Maybe this is tussle… but it didn’t feel like it. I felt then (and I feel now) calm and confident about the whole thing. This wasn’t a fighty, gamey move on my part. I felt like… I wasn’t in a rush.
Was this bad game?? I don’t know.
Is this because I’d already fucked two other girls that week? I’m not sure.
I had kissed her. Many times. Grabbed her ass. Pulled her hair. Pinned her wrists to the wall of my hallway, and put my hand on her throat… all that. I wasn’t shy. I’m no LJBFs. I was a sexual threat, and she liked it.
And I’m still curious about this.
If I never fuck her I will be pissed off I cockblocked myself, and yet…
I’m not really disappointed I didn’t fuck her that night.
And I still think it will happen. And that part of this was actual confidence.
Hmmm. Am I fooling myself?
We walked through the part together, at sunset, and had dinner at my favorite ramen spot… and it was great.
And after, I said… “Well, now I will give you two choices. You can come back to my place for desert…” — The Cheesecake Trap was set — “…or we can take you to your train.”
And she said it was late (9 PM, Friday) and she should go.
So I walked her along to the train, kissed her again, held her hands and she did more DDBL, and I said I wanted to see her soon.
And then I walked away.
I went home, drank a whiskey and a beer, had a kind smoke, and passed out.
We have a 2nd date for tomorrow.
YOHAMI: Congrats man, here comes another one.
Well again congrats. Nice how you did bring her to your neighbourhood. Now check this:
“drink or tea?”
“Well, now I will give you two choices. You can come back to my place for desert…” — The Cheesecake Trap was set — “…or we can take you to your train.”
See how I’ve been saying that you transfer the power to her and become passive.
In a way it’s true – the man is always “offering options” and the girl is picking one. But this works best when you’re leading, aka, you get the vibe of what is going to work, option A or option B, and then go for it. If you say option A and you experience less than full enthusiasm then you say option B, if you experience less enthusiasm you say option A again. That is leading.
Like this you’re stopping in the crucial moment and having her decide what is going to happen. She’s the one in power:
“drink or tea?” “Well, now I will give you two choices.”
Here’s what you may not be seeing:
“You can come back to my place for desert”
You’re asking her to come to your place and fuck. That is overt. She decided to go there and get some dick. But then:
“I know I could have fucked her. I knew it then. But I didn’t do it.”
My read is that you’re expecting her to do something so you can follow, as opposed to you taking the initiative and let her follow.
What this looks like is you take option A “hey let’s grab coffee near my neighborhood” because you’ll take her home after that, and you proceed with conviction, and she knows you’re taking her home. Then you say “hey come home I’ll introduce you to my cats” and she’ll say yes because you know you will bang her, and you know you will bang her. With every proposal and every compliance of her, her temperature goes up, and you get more of a free reign. When you’re home then some chit chat and then make up and then take her by the hand and into your room and either take her clothes off or tell her to undress, or she’ll take yours off in an explosive manner.
With the little becoming passive before each decision, you’re likely deflating some momentum
So – option A or option B? is still asking and announcing. There’s yet more margin for you to act and lead and take it. You can use your hands and your body and get it done, it’s easier than to ask, takes less energy than to follow. Let it happen. See where you want to go and go. She’ll come along. The more that’s the setup the easier the ‘pickup’ becomes.
So you’d likely be able to just bring her to your place skipping museum coffee and dinner (plus second date). In the big picture you’re telling her to follow you around to many places and she’s doing it. Because she wants the cock. Make sure you make it happen.
This is the best insight btw
“Wow. How often do I do this in life?”
That’s the key that unlocks everything.
This this with the other day when you said to the girl (four times) “you can leave at any point”
Don’t have to bring up that many options. Go for the one you want.
I meant *TIE this
excellent post. your detailed and insightful field reports, combined with yohami’s analysis and guidance, is really really interesting and useful.
it’s like the perfect combination. application + theory + feedback.
Thanks Mr Riv. And very good to have a call with you today. I’m still thinking about some of those topics.
>> This TIED with the other day when you said to the girl (four times) “you can leave at any point”
Yes. Totally get this now. I was a little concerned that she was so inexperienced… but I’m over that. I didn’t need to stress that point. I can ask once, if that’s in the air… tell her she can leave anytime she likes (to make it very clear), but then I can go back to “swing my dick.” I don’t need to be “safety guy” all night.
>> “drink or tea?”
>> and then:
>> “Well, now I will give you two choices. You can come back to my place for desert…” — The Cheesecake Trap was set — “…or we can take you to your train.”
That first line is fine. Giving her a choice is not a problem. Present it powerfully, expect and answer, and lead. That’s fine. I felt great as I delivered that line. That was fine.
But that 2nd bit… that was me not being solid/serious about taking her home. That was a weak move. I won’t do that again. “Assume the close.” I wasn’t “unsure” because I thought it was a shakey request… I was “unsure” only because she/I haven’t had sex before.
But that unsure-ness showed. Could be much better.
>> My read is that you’re expecting her to do something so you can follow, as opposed to you taking the initiative and let her follow.
Hmmm… again, the first line “Drink or tea” — that’s fine. That’s like “left or right” not “stay or go.” It’s fine.
But that 2nd line — desert or go to your train — that was me less than powerful. I was inviting her to LEAVE… bad game. She had to add a little energy there to choose to go home with me, and that is bad game on my part. I’m not asking her to lead… but I wasn’t strong there. That’s my mistake.
>> With the little becoming passive before each decision, you’re likely deflating some momentum
I don’t think this is “passive.” Passive is me sitting there, holding her hand, not doing anything. I was leading… but that last line was weak. And you’re right, I did lose some momentum there. I felt it at the time.
>> You can use your hands and your body and get it done, it’s easier than to ask, takes less energy than to follow. Let it happen. See where you want to go and go. She’ll come along. The more that’s the setup the easier the ‘pickup’ becomes.
This reminds me of how you liked that part of my idate with her, when I lead she/I away from the homeless guy. I didn’t say much, just nudged her arm and got us walking.
I can see there is something big here… this nonverbal leading.
>> The more that’s the setup the easier the ‘pickup’ becomes.
I am starting to get it.
Yep, you’re getting it. Let’s isolate it here:
“This reminds me of how you liked that part of my idate with her, when I lead she/I away from the homeless guy. I didn’t say much, just nudged her arm and got us walking.”
Now imagine instead you had said “hey there’s a homeless guy and is making me feel uncomfortable, do you want to stay here or want to come over with me there or do you want to leave?”
Sit on it.
Non verbal communication takes an instant, doesn’t consume your energy (since it’s put to action as soon as you have a desire, you see the path, you take it), and it creates energy – this is attractive to women so the moment that you nudged her and set the path, she felt turned on, so that is energy created.
Compare with the second one. In there you’re effectively reading the situation, and you have a favoured path, but you don’t take it, instead you bounce it back to her. She then will have to put all these words in her brain, read the situation, including your invitation to leave, and come up with an action herself. We’re talking very small inches of game here – but the kind of inches that reveal if you’re alpha or beta, top or bottom, etc, here’s what will have to happen, you read it correctly:
“She had to add a little energy there to choose”
That energy she has to add is she taking the lead, which means you didn’t, which means momentum deflates, so does her attraction. We’re talking inches here. But game is often about inches.
The nudge is power.
The question is not.
“Drink or tea” can or not be the tussle, if you felt powerful then it was probably ok.
Good game is when she never has to add a little energy to choose. That’s what Im referring to when I say that you take the accelerator and let her have the break, but then you drive in a way she never has to use the break. She has control but is never required to use it, because you’re the one taking action.
Then you still double down when something works and do less of what doesn’t – that’s the dynamite.
Break = brake.
>> That’s what Im referring to when I say that you take the accelerator and let her have the brake, but then you drive in a way she never has to use the brake. She has control but is never required to use it, because you’re the one taking action.
This is a good analogy. I know you’ve used it before, but I’m hearing it better this time. Good teaching here, Yohami.
>> Non verbal communication takes an instant, doesn’t consume your energy (since it’s put to action as soon as you have a desire, you see the path, you take it)
Also really good.
I’m going to see if this sinks in… if I can apply it.
>> In the big picture you’re telling her to follow you around to many places and she’s doing it.
>> Because she wants the cock. Make sure you make it happen.
Okay… I’m listening. I mostly get it.
I still don’t think I can invite a girl over, immediately, and fuck her. I know I *can*, but it’s still outside of my reality.
Even with Miss Thick… last two dates… I want to moment to “check in” with each other, get on the same “page,” and then move to sex. I don’t need much time… but a drink/dinner/tea… is great. Then, my house and sex. To me that feels good.
For a regular girl in my life… when sex is established… they can come straight over, I meet them at the door, and pin them against the wall, immediately.
But for new girls… I want to get “back on the same page” first. Maybe I’ll out grow this.
I hear about guys that Tinder date, invite her over, she comes over, they don’t know each other,and they fuck. That is still kind of bizarre to me.
In Japan, if I went pickup, then quick coffee, then my place… all in under 30 minutes… I can do that.
But for a first date… to just take her straight to my place, or invite her over… still sounds like it won’t work well.
That’s what Im referring to when I say that you take the accelerator and let her have the brake, but then you drive in a way she never has to use the brake. She has control but is never required to use it, because you’re the one taking action.
This is a good analogy. I know you’ve used it before, but I’m hearing it better this time. Good teaching here, Yohami.
yes, GOOD STUFF yohami, i am getting it better too!
Boy, is this blog picking up speed! Buckle up, folks…
>>> “And now… this is the confession of the post:
I know I could have fucked her. I knew it then. But I didn’t do it.
I’m not certain.”
Man, I can’t say for sure how many times I’ve been there… Still happens from time to time. Especially with very intelligent girls I have awesome conversation and great connection with during the date. More so if I had got laid in the previous 48 hs or otherwise choked the chicken.
>>>”Was this bad game?? I don’t know.”
Nah, I think it was low testosterone instead. I know I have to keep a close eye on that, making sure to work out three days every week and carefully watch my diet. This becomes important once you reach the mature age of 30. I have commited the sin of letting girls who were DTF get away, just because my T was to the floor at the time and I simply decided she was obnoxious and boring as fuck. These are traits one tends to regard irrelevant when in “Warrior Mode”. That’s why I say scarcity is a good kickstarter.
Now a short story. One year ago or so, I was at a party with friends and there was this gorgeous blue eyed blonde who was standing out as the only fuckable girl at the place. Many drunken beta Argies (vicious, sneaky creatures of the night – ask Yohami) were overtly trying to make a move on her using their drinks as shields and wielding their stupor as blunt swords. One by one, they were all politely rebuffed by this “pure and noble” princess, who had arrived at the party with her own entourage. I knew this wasn’t daygame. Oh no, this did not come down to roaring, baring one’s fangs and jumping in front of her to claim her flesh. This was social circle. But could I do it? I had been developing my hunting skills unrelentingly, and my notes on Group Theory had been gathering dust for quite a while now. What would Mystery do? What I did was starting to work the room – fortunately I had a few female friends there to use as pivots, which would enable me to convert a few pawns… After that, I would take down the Queen and that would be checkmate. It was showdown time. After having made myself noticeable by making my two female friends laugh, flirting with the subpar women – who giggled and came back for more – leading the men and making their women follow, I retired to a hallway to have a smoke. This was the lure, the key move, I thought, that would make a checkmate in the next few moves inevitable. As I had predicted, she came near stumbling and feigning drunkness – remember, nobody can hold her accountable for her actions – and she dropped a picture hanging from the wall. Apparently she wanted to exchange bishops. “I did not see that” said I with a cheeky grin… “but my silence’s going to cost you big time”. She laughed and put her hand on my forearm. “I hope you take credit, ’cause I ran out of cash”, she replied and went on to replace the picture on the wall. I noticed she placed it upside down, so I signalled her to come close and said: “let me tell you a secret”. She obediently closed the distance between us, and I whispered in her ear: “That picture is upside down”, and stepped back smiling at her with my eyes. She blushed immediately and started to laugh. We continued to chat for a bit and I decided it was time to make a move, so I took her outside. There I began to run my usual daygame material, as I had now isolated her. She was lapping it. At one point the sexual tension was unbearable, so I looked her dead in the eye, carried the conversation on a non-sexual topic (I think it was chocolate cakes), moved her hair to one side with my fingers and went for the kiss. She took it very well. So I said something along the lines of: “don’t get greedy… that’s all you’re having for the moment”, and continued to chit chat for a bit. I made her sit next to me and, at this point, I had two choices as I saw it: I could either get back inside with her group and social-proof myself or I could be bold and go for the extraction, in a burn-it-or-win-big-time attitude. Needless to say I went for the latter. I managed to get her inside my car and we started to make out passionately, to the point of having her moan when I took her by the hair and bit her shoulder. I started my engine and began my journey home – about 5 minutes away. She hadn’t resisted so far, so I was expecting heavy resistance at some point or the other. With dead certainty that moment came, but in a most inconvenient time: midway to my house. What started as: “Where are you taking me? You want to kidnap me” was followed by: “Ok, I gotta go back to my friends now” and finally, with a true panicky tone: “Ok, I don’t like this… Take me back now or i’ll call my friends”. That’s a tough one. Then I knew I could not back down… going back to the party with her was out of the question. It was either going all the way and damn the consequences, let her run away screaming in terror (but maybe she would calm down once we were at my door) or take the number and hope for the best. My T was not high at the time, and I thought this was weird – although in the back of my mind I could see her resistance was token. It was true that I had moved things along at lightning speed. So I took her back to the party, took the number (even then I knew it was a useless number) and left with a vague feeling of unease. Of course, she never replied to my messages a few days after and I never heard from her again. Looking back, I think that given that I could not be bothered to go inside and social proof myself, and decided to go hardcore, I should have gone all the way at least. Which I would have probably done if my T was high.
“That picture is upside down”
That was killer. Instant DTF.
The rest of the story is you pushing past the girls resistance point, aka making a move before she’s ready, and the expected result. You probably could have banged her that night or the following day by ramping it up.
I know… Another failure, another lesson learned.
“you pushing past the girls resistance point, aka making a move before she’s ready”
accelerating too soon and making her apply the breaks, which kills the sexual moment and turns her off.
>> baring one’s fangs and jumping in front of her to claim her flesh
Another Quote from Captain Argentina that makes me want to run game… I love that.
Great story… as I think about that… 1.) I’m so glad I don’t have to deal w/ social circle issues. It’s always me and the girl. That’s it. 2.) I usually don’t like “the hot girl.” That girl everyone is looking at… fuck that girl. Especially if she acts like she knows it.
So if I had a good moment with a girl like that, and then the skill you had that night (sounds like you had great game), I would have taken the number and then stayed at the party and ignored her all night. Purposely had an extra social night, being friendly/cool, after I took her number… and mostly ignoring her.
That strategy is not so much about me having good game… as it is about me never going after the “cool” girl. Never giving her that kind of focus of attention.
I have dated some cool girls, And I think I will date more as I get better. But those “Queens,” with the full “court” around them… I have an distaste for them. I usually avoid them.
And a lot of these Queens have blonde hair… and I don’t happen to like blondes.
When I used to do nightgame… I liked it when some “hot blonde” would be next to a little brunette (which I naturally like better). I would make a show of walking over, focus all my attention on the hot blonde, hoping the whole room could see, watch the blonde charge up her “bitch shield,”… and then at the last minute… I’d open the little friend instead.
Either directly… or I’d open the blonde and say, “Hey… I came over here… to meet your friend.” And then I’d turn and introduce myself to the friend. That’s still my favorite way to open a 2-set.
That would drive the blonde crazy… and the little brunette would often go full “doggy dinner” eyes. I loved giving the little brunette that kind of attention… which she doesn’t get as much as she’s not the alpha female. And I loved pulling the rug out from under the “hot girl.”
Good video on self amusement + charisma https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_SmshF2ynw
Yeah… this is good.
I love the way this guy breaks down videos. I have a few projects in mind where I want to do the same thing. That guy has a great read on people.