PERSISTENCE and HONESTY
"Hey if i havnt said this already, thanks for tonight."
I just got this text from HBAllergies - she had some issues with her allergies today - that really put a smile on my face. "Leave her better than you found her," I thought to myself. Her text almost brought a tear to my eye.
I am involved in many various social circles. In the social circle she's in, she's heard MANY bad things about me. Apparently I'm this "player who manipulates and uses girls," and that a "smart girl" wouldn't fall for my "tricks." Anyone who actually understands my views and practice of pickup knows that this is not the case.
A few nights ago, I saw her while we were hanging out with some other friends. This had been the first time I had seen her in about a year. I never really got to know her, so I figured, hell, why not? She got more attractive since the last time I've seen her and I was interested. When she said she was going to head back home to go to bed, she greeted everyone goodbye with a hug. In our embrace, I asked her, "I have your number, right? Wait, no I don't." I number-closed her and arranged for a day 2, which went down earlier tonight. Here's how I arranged it. I called her a couple minutes after she had already left, but no answer. She calls me back a few seconds later.
HBAllergies: Hey did you just call?
Chief: What are you doing the day after tomorrow?
HBAllergies: I don't think I have anything pla -
Chief: (interrupting) Let's get lunch.
HBAllergirs: OK
*Click*
I ran into a scheduling conflict and rescheduled, over text message, for dinner instead of lunch. She complied.
I had a plan in my head: Meet her up at a coffee shop, bounce to a different location, get some form dinner somewhere at some time, bounce back to my place, hang out in the backyard for a little bit where we can sit and chill on the swing that I have, bounce to my room where music will already be playing, escalate, and see where it goes.
I meet her at a coffee shop. We get coffee. Dopamine increase, check. We bounce to a cafe where we grab some nice dinner and share a fancy bread pudding dish for dessert. Turns out that I know two of the waitresses there, and they're both attractive. Social proof, check. During all this time, I was on FIRE. I talked about a LOT of interesting things. I talked about New Orleans, college life, being a little kid at heart, living in the moment, letting go of ego, the bars and clubs in New Orleans, etc. You know, all the things I love to talk about with a fiery passion. I may have done some more, but I only remember running one canned routine the whole time: the cube. I fucking love the cube. Keeping Vin DiCarlo's Kino Escalation Ladder in mind, I did some Incidental Class 1 and a little Overt Class 1 kino during this time, but mostly just Incidental Class 1 kino.
Our dessert was supposed to have strawberries in it, but the cafe ran out of fresh strawberries, so we were strawberryless. I use this as plausible deniability to bounce back to my place, saying that we're craving strawberries and I may have some back at my place.
So, we're sitting on my swing back at my place, where I initiate some more Overt Class 1 and Incidental Class 2 kino while talking to her. I decide to get a little playful and swing the seat so far that it would lift up the whole swing a little, scaring HBAllergies. We then go inside to get some strawberries. There are actually some strawberries in my fridge. I didn't know I had strawberries lol.
We go into my room. Music is already playing. Yes, I left on my "mood" playlist for this entire time. I kino escalate a little and find out that she has never seen Don Juan DeMarco, my favorite movie. This will not do. I must show her Don Juan DeMarco. I put in on my laptop and we're cuddled up in my bed. You may think it was smooth sailing from there all the way to a "successful conquest," but THINK AGAIN! Curveball time. BRING IT ON! We end up in a tickle-fight somehow. While the madness was going full-Sparta, I lean in for the kiss-close.
Chief: Your allergies aren't contagious, right?
HBAllergies: I don't like you like that, dude. Sorry.
A newbie would have given up right then and there, but my experienced PUA intuition could sense something incongruent. I brush it off, lean back, and continue movie-watching and conversation as normal. Later on...
Chief: You're full of shit.
I lean in for the kiss-close, again. I get another rejection, but she didn't seem pissed or anything. If she were genuinely disinterested, she would have escalated her rejection toward a more negative emotion. I know Gunwitch says, "you never know fo sho, bro, until you make the ho say no," but her "no" wasn't very no-ish. I sensed a complete incongruency with what she was saying and everything else.
I persist and end up trying several more times, each time met with rejection until I broke through... but we ended up making out very passionately, half naked and dry-humping.
Before any of that hot stuff happened, however, here's what happened. Something was going on behind-the-scenes that I wasn't aware of, but my emotions were well-aware of some fishy business. I managed to squeeze out the truth in conversation with her. Before she came out to meet me at the coffee shop, she had been talking to J, one of my former pickup students who couldn't get ANYTHING I tried to teach him.
Let me tell you a little more about J. I provided him with several texts, and even the full Double Your Dating Advanced Series DVD program. He never went through ANY material in its entirety. He would read a couple pages, watch a half hour, and give up out of laziness. Working hard for any discipline apparently isn't his "style" (yes, he has severe ego issues), so he just ended up becoming a bitter wbAFC nice guy. This is actually a recurring problem with everything in his life. He's too unmotivated to go to school or work a job, so, at the age of 21, he lives with his parents and hangs out with any high schoolers he can manage to befriend. I thought I could help him, but you can only lead a horse to water.
J told her all about my PUA practice, but in a negative light, of course. He told her to "be careful." With this heuristic in mind, HBAllergies had planned right from the get-go to NOT end up doing anything to become another "notch" in my bedpost. Fortunately, she was mature enough to be willing see for herself without judging me based on my reputation, so she came out on the day 2.
Here's something funny. She told me that, before she even came out to the coffee shop to meet me, she predicted the entire plan all along. She saw it coming: the coffee shop, dinner at a small cafe-like place, going back to my place with some music and probably a movie, conveniently ending up on a bed, etc. All true. However, she had no idea what was about to happen...
Back to my bed. We talked about what J said and I dispell all of that unenlightened AFC bullshit with the complete truth. I tell her what pickup is REALLY about, and who I REALLY am as a pickup ARTIST. Basically, I talked about how it's really an art based on living in the moment. I told her my real reason for doing this shit: it wasn't to become some sort of selfish "player." My motivation is to help other guys who were once as horrible as I was with girls, and I told her all that. I told her a little bit about my past and how I was severly depressed from my lack of pickup knowledge/skill. I told her all about "leaving her better than you found her" to bring forth the real distinction between what I was, a PUA, and a "player" who manipulates women. I held nothing back and was completely honest with her. I even told her that I'd be on a date with a different girl the next day. I brought forth the truth of how she was actually really attracted to me, and now she had no reason to hold back. Time to live in the moment. Making out ensued.
We didn't have sex because she went through some shit this past weekend that she told me about during our deep rapport. I shall not discuss that here out of respect for her. She wanted it, but I could tell that she would have had some painful Buyer's Remorse. In the middle of our passionate make-outery, I paused and whispered in her ear something to the effect of, "we won't do anything that you will regret." We fooled around for a couple hours.
Now, I'm going to Asia later this week for 2 and a half weeks. I told her that I wanted to see her again after I got back, and I meant it. She took this like it was the best news in the world. As she was leaving:
Chief: I'll see you when I get back, alright?
HBAllergies: Promise?
Chief: Yes, do YOU promise?
HBAllergies: Yes!
She texts me a little while after, "Hey if i havnt said this already, thanks for tonight." We really hit it off, and in the best way possible.
And, guess what? Apparently J is jealous that I went out on a date with this girl. He was texting her the entire time while we were together, and I didn't even know. Of course, she didn't respond while we were fooling around in my bed. Later, after she left, I text her:
Chief: By the way, dont listen to anything J says about me
HBAllergies: Hah yea i wont. he totally thought the reason i didnt respond to his txts was because you hurt me. he really doesnt know you.
He shoots, he scores!
Let's see if HBReligious can keep up with the fun awesomeness on tomorrow's date. This should be interesting.
(Edit: The name of the wbAFC has been altered because he read this and threatened to sue me. No joke. I must say I saw it coming, though 
-Chief)
CHAT
I learned something new again over there.