Greetings gentlemen,

New to the boards...been reading your posts. Great stuff. Primer on me: Chicago, 27, musician. I just read The Game for the second time and am using a lot of Style's and MM material, cause it seemingly fits my personality. This is what I have from last week, (a bit long, cause I have a penchant for writing too much) and I appreciate any critiques:

While walking through Wrigleyville, post Cubs game, my wing and I spot a two-set smoking outside one of the bars. I open with the Maury Povich opener, my wing being the guy who got the phone call from the show's supervisor asking him to do the "secret admirer episode." He acts perfectly embarrassed. They are interested and responding energetically. I tell the target she reveals a lot about herself through her eyes. She is an HB8. Great smile. She is intrigued. I tell her that her eye movement indicates that she lives in her emotions. She looks surprised at the truth behind my insight. I tell her that that through my studies in eye movement, I can also tell when she's lying.

HB8: No way!
Me: Yes way. Want to do a little test?
HB8: Sure!
Me: Do you....find me attractive?
HB8: ...yes
Me: Oh you just lied to me. (big smile)
HB8: No! I do. I really do.

Now I isolate away from my wing and the other girl. He seems to be doing well.

Me: I have another exercise for us. Come with me, I'll tell you a bedtime story.

She takes my hand. IOI.
I lead her through soul gazing, and basically tell her the exact moment that she's going to emotionally respond to me, which works perfectly. She smiles beautifully and tells me that she sings. I tell her to sing something. She, without hesitation, leans in to my ear and does. She's not bad. She smells like baby powder. I like baby powder. I tell her it's my turn, and sing "The Way you Look Tonight," with my lips touching her neck and ear. I'm a professional singer, and I can literally feel her melt, indicated by a complete change in breathing and then demanding that her friend come over so I can "do it again." I tell her it's $10 a song, 5 for $40. They laugh.

I tell her we need to find a new bar, and we’re going to play a game to find out who buys the first round. She wants to play. I lead her through the 5 questions game, in which she wins by answering 5 questions in a row INCORRECTLY. She says ok.
Me: So…what color is my shirt? (blue)
HB8: Um…green
Me: Is it raining? (no)
HB8: Yes
Me: What day is it? (Tuesday)
HB8: Sunday
Me: (pause) Wait…how many questions was that?
HB8: (huge pause) um…12.
Me: Damn it! Have you played this game before?
HB8: (so pleased with herself for passing the trick question) NO!!!
Me: I got ya on the fifth one!!!!

Too much fun. Thank you Style for creating that.

So our immediate dates take our arms and walk with us. She asks for my phone number. I give it and she calls me so I have her number. I lead them through the best friend exercise at the new bar and a couple more silly things that they gobble up. Last call. They invite us home. We go. I stop to get beer across the street and get buzzed into the apartment 5 minutes later. The target is curled up in bed half asleep. I turn off the light, tuck her in, kiss her neck and forehead, which she seems to really like....but in 10 seconds she's out like a light. Damn.

I join the rest of the gang in the backyard and proceed with flirting with the third roommate. They pull out a laptop once they learn I'm in a band, and start watching youtube videos of us (which I pretend to be embarrassed by). They are beaming. The job is done for me. They listen to my funniest stories, and tell me they could listen to my voice all night. I find these girls fairly pedestrian, and decide to not screw it up with the sleeping target. I grab a spare bed, crash, and wait for the morning.

Upon awaking, the target is watching my youtube videos with the other girls. She smiles a lot. I tell stories and do some more tricks. I ask her where we're going today, and she responds quickly with, "Either the beach or the pool." Target wants to show off her bikini body. She is tan. I look forward to this. She says that she has to go work out first, but when she's done, we have to get together. She tells me to call in 2 hours.
I shower.
I wait.
I watch Entourage and have a beer. I call. No answer. I leave witty, quippy message. 2 hours pass. No call. I send text message:
"My soul gazing friend hasn't called me back yet. Surprising..."

And.........nothing.
Total stalling and blurring. I find myself confused. I left her perfectly in my mind and in SPAM.

And the next day I find out.

My wing slept with the roommate after I went to sleep, and then left immediately after.
So obviously, this information was shared once I left, and by association, I too became "the guy who's never gonna call after he sleeps with me." Thanks wing.

Furthermore, I know I didn't really create an emotional connection with the HB8 target. I think, had she stayed awake for another hour, that I would have phase-shifted and just started to have honest real conversation. I don't know. I should have done this earlier in the evening I guess. Do you ever find yourself enjoying entertaining girls so much so, when you hit that particular zone, that you forget about phase shifting, and just continue making them laugh? It might come from my being a performer in music and theatre my whole life, that it's like a stage for me, and I often lose sight of the end goal...making that emotional connection.

I sincerely appreciate your time and your thoughts boys. Side note: If anybody wants to go out sarging on the north side of Chicago (in a non-evil way. I don't want to hypnotize girls and sleep with everything that moves. Its mostly to see how well we can perform and become the most confident guys in the room who always have a better answer.) shoot me a message and we'll figure something out. I need better wings. Most of my friends have girlfriends. Poor bastards.

Great post mate.
You've certainly got a way with words. I will look forward to more posts.

If its all true, and it sounds pretty legit, then full respect. You played the game well. I understand the need to phase sift and build deeper report, though wouldn't actually know how to do it probably.

Keep it up, and keep righting good quality post like this, they are rare.

Chur

Thanks Machete,

I appreciate your kind words. I guess sometimes things never materialize, even if you play the game well. Circumstances. However, had I created a strong enough emotional connection, my friends actions wouldn't have mattered. She wouldn't have made his choices indicative of mine. Must move quicker on this point I guess. Thanks again mate. Happy Sarging.

Storyteller

Hey, really great job on the post up there. I actually read The Game myself but mastered no where near as much as you did. I don't mean to hassle you but I wanna hear what music you play just to get a jest of what kind of person you are. Some of the bands I like are HORSE the band, Postal Service, The Mars Volta.

Thanks again for your elaborate post, hope to see more from you.

Storyteller,

It was a pleasure to read this, it really was. I understand being an artist of any form can be difficult when living in a big city; but your positive attitude really is refreshing to read. Most men would have become furious at thier Wing.. I can't fault you for your Game except for one aspect..

You need to phase-shift earlier. Once you had done the Soul Gazing technique; moving onto the 5-questions game was unproductive, and a harmful time waste. I'm right in saying that the Soul Gazing is on of the more 'intimate' routines that are used; therefore, once she had accepted it - you should have phase-shifted into the seduction stage of your Game.

She was clearly attracted to you after you were singing to her.. that right there should have been a k-close.

Again, I wish I could have been your wing that night - you've got impeckable Game - best of luck finding a Wing with a little more PUA-ettiquite and substance.

-Illusionist

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