| Yay! Shaft is rambling!
Alright, so we started the night off by my approaching Shaft. As he was coming up the escalator, I said "Hey, can I get your opinion on something?" and the look on his face was priceless. Utterly, completely priceless. We talked about his game for a bit, talked about my game for a bit, and then I sent him in on a cute one-set to see his game in action.
Dude, you were horrible. ^_^ His posture was very demure, very beta; there was obvious nervousness, and the attraction opener is NOT for a coffee bar arena. But we've gone over that. After five minutes of obviously painful Day Game, the target turned around and mentioned NLP to him, which threw him off even further. The target was Mocha, and the whole thing was bloody hilarious.
We got lubricated and peacocked; not so lubricated as I was the weekend previous (thank the Gods), but just enough to get into a comfortable frame. I went out with my fish necklace, my flashing penguin and a new wrist-band with hearts on it. I gave Shaft my sheriff's star because he needed SOMETHING, and seemed pretty hesitant to start the real peacocking. It's good to start small; it helps you build congruence.
We grab a cup of coffee before we head out and my game snaps "on." The girl behind the counter is hot, and I like to get a few sets in before I head to the bars. I opened, as Shaft said, with the Dinosaurs opener, and we talked about that for a while. The girl's smart... Like whip-smart, and she kept coming back to my suspicious interest in dinosaurs. We talked about Makeup for a bit, and then I started on more natural topics. She enjoys philosophy, as do I, so we talked that for a while, the whole time with her trying to get back to the dinosaur issue. I wouldn't let her, which frustrated her in a funny-happy way, and when I turned it around with the truth (I was just trying to start an interesting conversation), the rapport was instantaneous. I number closed in classic fashion, and actually called her earlier today. We have a second meet planned for Wednesday. Yay!
We hit Bar Wild and it was dead. There were maybe three sets in the whole place worth approaching. One was directly in front of us with a single Alpha sitting between an HB6 and an HB9. I keep them in mind for later and go play some silly game with flying pieces of paper. For playing, I get to add a glowing necklace to my peacocking collection, so I'm psyched.
When I got back, two other boys were in the three set in front of us, but the girls were playing a game throwing ice down one another's shirts. Two of the boys (the new ones) get up to get shots, so I move in with the following:
Monkey: That looks like too much fun! Do me! (Holding my chest and opening my shirt as an ice target).
Like good girls, they throw ice at me, so I rethread with the makeup opener (is it cool for a dude to wear makeup?) and built some decent rapport until the boys showed up. As Shaft said, the attention was off me until the shots were done, but returned in force afterwards. One of the boys even switched couches to be on the other side from me (the HB9's boyfriend, I later learned). I isolated through body posturing (blocking off the rest of the st with basic body language) and began running the cube when Mocha showed up to entertain the obstacles. I really could have used the extra proof from Shaft coming in (I thought I was going to get my ass kicked through this whole interaction), but it worked out in the end anyway. My target was in a relationship, I didn't feel like qualifying further, so we ejected and headed to Suite 69.
On the way, a cute girl cat-called Shaft, and I sent him in, but he was feeling pretty anxious, so I opened the set myself. I went in with my fingernails and got a violent rejection of the style (red on three, black on two), and some fashion advice from a fashion-show reject (the obstacle). The target mentioned how cute Shaft is (the boy's pretty, I'll give him that) and I told her she should hook up with him, providing instant social proof. There was a hanger-on dude in the background I ignored entirely and he eventually evaporated. Shaft came into the set and took the target, I kept the obstacle busy with a five-minute cube and the makeup rethread, then went for a kiss close that lent me preselection proof all night (yay!).
Mocha was pretty off her frame too, and though Suite 69 was a sausage factory, there was no game to be had. Heading down to Wooly Bully's, we I talked to Shaft about what went wrong with the girl at the bar (not enough scarcity; he should have kept talking over his shoulder; and "immature" is not a good replacement for "young.") Mocha came down a while later and we talked for a bit about her lack of mid-game routines. Mid-game for women is becoming a bit of an obstacle in developing good Girl Game, and any advice on this matter would be greatly appreciated.
So we went back to Bar Wild, and it was pretty jumping. A meat-market, but jumping. I opened one of the Schmirnoff girls who gave me my necklace and let her wear my penguin for a while (a mixture of anchoring and locking-in I've found remarkably successful). I cruised around for a good set to open, lent Mocha some proof on a cute guy she'd opened, macked on Shaft's waitress to get back at him for stealing the target in the street set earlier (^_^) and basically waited for the night to be finished so we could debrief and talk about a few of the bigger problems Mocha and Shaft had been having that night. I also wanted some critique, but there was very little critique to be had. I've been "on" all weekend, in a huge way.
Anyway, it was a great weekend for me, and I think Shaft has learned a few things. Blowout is a great game to get rid of approach anxiety, and it's a hell of a lot of fun. I suggest it to anyone (Go into a set normally, build rapport for five minutes and then do everything you can to get blown out. Rejection hurts a lot less when you deal with it ten times a night. ^_^) I'm looking forward to the second meet with Coffeegirl. I'll let you guys know how it went.
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