Or so I thought I manoeuvred myself over to the table, making sure not to be noticed by the guy in the middle of the pack and tapped my girl on the shoulder. Perfect I thoughtthe attraction for him wasnt real and I still had a chance with my girl.
I searched my brain for a possible explanation of what was going on and the only thing I could think of was this must be some sort of Billionaire mogul guy and these girls were simply being paid to keep him company. Each girl would get a few minutes in with him and then as if he was Donald Trump in the Apprentice it was youre fired and onto the next one. He was sort of slumped back in his seat, as the girls fought for the chance to speak with him, one at a time. You know, the guy with the gift of gab who entrances everyone around him with the perfect blend of storytelling, humour and wit. In the past when Id seen situations like this, the guy was holding court with massive displays of charisma. But something was strange about was happening. As much as I hated not getting my girl, I am always looking to model people who are getting better results than myself, so I wanted to see what was going on here. What the f$%k was going on? I watched closely as the girls interacted with him. She was sitting in a group of what looked to 15 girls, probably half blondes, half brunettes, all of whom were surrounding this goofy lookingseverely overweight guy. As we tossed around ideas - possible reasons how this could have happened, I caught sight of my girl in my peripheral. Everything was working, every IOI (indicator of interest) was there, yet right when her head next to mine on my pillow seemed like a foregone conclusion she disappeared. What had gone wrong? Where did I mess up? It didnt make any sense. I went back to my wing and we broke down the set. A quick Ive got to go to the bathroom! Be right back!!! And she was gone. Every irresistible asshole line I threw at her landing with perfection and all signs pointed to a same night lay But then she was gone. Id came in under the radar and within minutes she was asking me questions, pulling me into her, getting touchy with me. This was by far the hottest girl Id ever truly gamed and whats more, practically everything I said and did with this girl hit. On this particular night I had already number closed two very cute chicks and was hard at work gaming the third girl of the night.īut this girl wasnt like any other Id ever talked to. This was right around the time that the first few pieces of Stealth began to fall in place for me and the quality of girls I was getting and the consistency started to go through the roof. Or so I thought My wing and I (Antony P for all of you guys who have taken the Platinum Residential) were at Caf De Paris, a place that, at the time was our go to spot for night game on the weekend. It was a Saturday night in central London. I would have told you that pickup was a skill set that had to be mastered over a long period of time. I would have told you what you needed to be doing was getting out in the field, doing approach after approach put the tried and true PUA tactics into action, night after night until you began to see the behavioral patterns emerge, until you got the calibration, the situational intelligence to handleĮverything your targets through at you.
Right? Not so fast If you had come to me 18 months ago and told me that this is something any guy can pull offand pull off easilyI would have told you to get real.
Sounds like Total BS right? Pure fantasysomething only Brad Pitt or Colin Farrell Could pull off. The hardest work youve got to do all night? Deciding which girl youre going to be taking home, and explaining to the dozens of other girls that they should simply try again tomorrow. IMAGING NEVER HAVING TO COLD APPROACH AGAIN.Imagine large groups of women competing for the chance to leave the bar the club - the loungewith you. BEYOND PICKUPRichard La Ruina (AKA Gambler)
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