posted up at my favorite watering hole, watched some older guys try some pick up with some women a bit younger than them (men: early 40's, women mid 30's). One was the forthright, open, direct man that unapologetically opened them with a situational line about the baseball game. The other was the wingman/friend who creepily leaned in and helped get the set moving. Kudos to them for effort.

I ran into some girls I'd met 2 weeks ago on a Wednesday night, chatted them up for a bit, compliment the girl on changing her hair which b/c of some girl mechanism made her lose interest in me. She shit-tested me about my tattoo and I held frame, explaining that that's how "I live my life. Part of why we can never date....pirate's life for me." She was aghast and began preening (hands through the hair, maintaining eye contact longer). I should have supplicated her heavyset friend but I wasn't about to look like the guy trying to chat up two girls and devalue myself by chatting up the heavyset chick in a semi-empty bar. I slammed back my beer, told them to make good decisions and segued to another favorite spot of mine.

The bartender I know chatted with me, gave me shit for my tattoo as well, then reversed her decision b/c she mentioned how many girls she's seen on my arm at this bar on Salsa nights. An asian woman on a date with a black guy opened me as I talked about my tattoo and the guy was a confident alpha. Game recognizes game. I told them to make some bad decisions and hoist the black flag. They laughed, the guy shook my hand, and on my way out the door I opened a mixed 3 set (2 girls, 1 guy who was kinda beta) by opening him in regards to his tatoo. The girls, short circuited b/c I didn't ask their names, and didn't even really acknowledge them. They qualified themselves by saying, literally "hey, we're interesting too, even though we don't have tattoo." I smiled and shook their hands with a light squeeze, then bid them adieu.

headed to the Black Flower, posted up and got a drink. I stared down in confident alpha form a brunette with blue eyes. I then pointed her out to a tattoo artists I had been trading stripper ex-girlfr war stories with. He was succinct in his inner game. We broke down her body language and assessed her style in bed.
She came to the bar a few minutes later, despite have spent the time I'd been there using a waitress. I rewarded her effort by grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into me. I simply said "Hey, how are you?" She broke into a huge smile and stood with me for about 5 min's. A girl nearby stared me down as some jerkoff bought her a few drinks. She wanted a man. A man that has the balls to grab a woman he does not know by the arm and pull her into his frame. I'd heard her casually mention she used to be a stripper ot the jerkoff buying her drinks. She was baiting him. She smelled his betatude like so much shitty cologne. He predictably ejected, the brunette told me to come chat up her friends.
A female bartender asked me about my ink, then I opened the ex-stripper next to me by grabbing her knee. She wore a backless dress and had stormy blue eyes. i emphasized points with the tapping of her shoulder, alternating between that and resting my hand/lightly squeezing her thigh. She leaned in and the brunette looked on aghast but intrigued. 5 min's in my hand was on the back of her neck after previously having brushed some hair from her eyes. I baited her about having been a dancer, which she denied. She later admitted she had lied. I admitted I had heard her say it to the jerkoff buying her drinks. She was faux angry at having been beta then I said "I got that move from girls.....I'm not a facebook stalker," but girls are the best at finding the truth, for good or ill," said with a smirk.

I tried the marry/shag/kill bar game but it didn't work well b/c the bar was half empty. Fuck most canned material. That shit is weak. I have no real practiced delivered material in my arsenal, so when I use it it's not congruous with my inner game.

I didn't calibrate. I didn't bullshit. I loaded the conversation with what a degenerate I am, that I've been arrested, the whole bit. I didn't fucking care. After an hour of the conversation to nowhere, eventually she ejected. Case closed. I hailed a cab and passed out on the floor of my apartment.
Tonight: salsa dancing (which is responsible for 1/3 of my total lays in my life).

-Benedict M. Smith

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