This is a story of another great stepping stone of mine. I don't quite feel like a graduate PUA yet, but I'm getting close.
I was sarging a salsa bar with my good wing Diamond. The night did not start out great. We kept on bumping into sets which did not stick, mostly because of the language barrier (for some reason salsa bars attract speakers of all languages but English...). We gathered momentum after I got a speed close from a fairly bisexual girl. I hadn't even spoken to her. Diamond just dared her to give me a kiss, and she seemed grateful for the opportunity.
(she kisses me)
[Ace] Whoa, that's rushing the relationship a little!
[HBbi] It wasn't me, it was your friend!
[Ace] I'm pretty sure it was you, Diamond there knows how to kiss...
We hung out with them for a while. They seemed fairly drunk and were making out with each other right in front of us. A small crowd of horny men gathered around us, and before we knew it, we were drowning in a sea of camera flashes. Idiots. They were ruining our game. Whatever steps we took to ignore our respective targets and deprive them of our attention were cancelled out by a platoon of horny forty year olds armed with cameras. Eject.
We moved to a sligtly elevated area of the club.
[Ace] Imagine you could have any girl in this club. Which one would you go for?
[Diamond - thinking] Let's see... Including the ones on the dance floor?
[Ace] Can you out-dance those dudes?
We've been doing salsa for about two months. No way in fuck would we be able to sarge the dance floor with our super-inferior skills.
[Diamond] Well, if I coul have anyone... that one over there. (he points to a girl with a flaming hot body leaning back on a bar stool, talking to some guy who looked like he'd stepped out of a CK underwear ad.)
I raised my brow expectantly.
[Diamond] What? She has a boyfriend, I don't like approaching two-sets like those!
[Ace] How do you know she has a boyfriend? For all we know, they could be cousins.
I don't even wait three seconds before I start walking. This was gonna be the toughest set that night. If I waited, AA would eat me alive.
[Ace] Hey guys, I gotta get back to my friend in a second, but I'm gonna ask you a random question, I'll explain in a sec. Have either of you ever been to Dallas?
It was a grand opener.
[CK guy] Dallas in Texas? Sure, I used to live there.
[Ace] Awesome, give me the rock! Reason I'm asking, me and my buddy there are playing treasure hunt. If I find someone who's been to Dallas he has to buy me a drink.
CK laughs. HB gives me a puzzled look. What the hell? Delivered right, that opener always got me at least a smile...
I reorient my body language away from HB, facing CK. I have a little bit of fluff talk with him about travelling. He's from South America; I mention I'm going there in the summer to learn Spanish. We exchange basic Spanish frases. He turned out to be really cool and has just gotten to know the girl. Diamond steps in - I introduce him as the guy who's teaching me salsa, he mentions we met while I was doing a street magic show. Perfect winging. I turn to HB - she's French (what is it with me and French women!?). She thought I was asking a question about Dollars (instead of Dallas). Note to self - improve my voice. CK leaves; apparently he has to get up early the following morning. Diamond and I take HBfrench outside for a quick smoke. I let them fluff talk a little. I could sense Diamond's approval and gratitude. They would be making out by the end of the night.
We return to the bar and have HBfrench introduce us to her friends. Two French girls, HBdark and Bcurly. HBdark disappears quickly to the dance floor. I make small talk with the other one and show a magic trick. HBfrench is constantly turning around, glancing at me, tugging at my arm and asking to do something more.
[Ace] Wow, you're so demanding. We'd never get along, you can't have two demanding people in a relationship, what fun would that be? But tell you what, give my friend there a kiss on the cheek and I'll show you something cool.
She does. I smile and vanish a coin.
[Diamond - whispering] Dude, she's all yours. I prefer her friend anyway.
I see a lone guy standing in the corner with a drink. I come up to him with a beaming smile and ask him his name. He seems grateful for the company. We talk a little, and I drop the immortal question.
[Ace] So how do you know this group?
[random guy] Oh, I don't!
[Ace] Well, allow me to introduce you!
I introduce him to HB's friend Bcurly. Diamond walks off to find HBdark; I'm one on one with HBfrench. It's on. I do my basic grounding routine - tell the story of how my illusionist uncle got me addicted to magic. I prompt her to pick a number between one and 10. She bursts out with 'FOUR!!!'. I'm glad she yelled it out - my guess would have been seven. But a pickup artist has to learn to utilize every situation to his advantage.
[Ace] That's strange... A friend of mine says the number you pick says a lot about your personality. You chose four, which means you're the kind of person who (slow down speech) sometimes sees a great opportunity right in front of you (point to self) but you feel inadequate and you don't go for it, even though you may regret it later on.
It got to her. I notice the triangular gaze. She touches her hair, reinitiates the chat when I shut up. IOIs are literally pouring onto me. I guess giving her no attention whatsoever really did work. I transition to A3.
[Ace] Tell me something interesting about yourself. No, wait.... tell me three interesting things about yourself, and make one of them a lie.
I traditionally guess wrong. I really have to learn the eye-accessing cues my hypnotist friend was telling me about.
[Ace] You know what... I gotta tell you, your first impression kinda sucked, but now I see that you actually have more going for you than your appearance. You're beautiful, but beauty is common. What counts is that crazy vibe around you that I absolutely adore.
Come on, Ace, don't pussy out, you've done it before...
[Ace] And you know what? We will have kissed by the end of the night. (thank you Zip!)
Before she gets a chance to respond, Bcurly comes over with two drinks. They both down them; HBfrench finishes first. I take her arms and throw them around my neck. She leaves them there. I hug her waist and congratulate her. I lean in for a kiss.
[HB] Wow, you're the prize, huh?
I try not to laugh. Come on, Ace, the fact that you were reading Swinggcat's book on making yourself the prize just this afternoon is not THAT funny...
[Ace] What can I say, you've earned it.. although I wouldn't rate that kiss higher than 7 out of 10.
She leans in, gives me another one. That's right, qualify yourself, pussycat...
I #closed later that night. Our text convo revolved around me letting her cook me dinner on Sunday; unfortunately all her SPAM had guests over and the house was a bit hectic. I suggested watching a movie around mine. It was almost unbelieveable how quickly she agreed.
When I picked her up from the tube station, I made sure to treat her as if she were my girlfriend, just like Diamond taught me. It makes the transition to S a lot easier. She wanted to give me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and said no - and then kissed her lips. She was wearing a short dress which exposed her absolutely amazing legs. I was happy to lead her to my apartment by the hand. A group of drunken jocks whistled as we walked past them.
In the apartment I made sure to set a clear sexual vibe. I complemented her on the dress and her accent, calling both 'really sexy' like Juggler taught me. She loved the word.
We watched maybe 20 minutes of 'Prestige'. No LMR whatsoever - I really could have used some practice, my LMR game is still terrible. But what the hell, it was an amazing night. And I can now officially say that I love fake breasts.
It looks like I got myself an MLTR. Rock on.
I look like a tool on this one. Oh well, it's not the looks, it's all game
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P.S. I gotta take a full body shot of her - I know it's bragging, but she's just too good to not show off
CHAT
), my wings will no longer claim I dated a girl who looked like Jennifer Aniston (I didn't), they'll talk about the club dancer instead.