I went out the other day to take a lab test at school. I had errands that I ran before class, so I was dressed a bit more snazzy than my typical attire. Normally I keep it simple in class(jeans, shoes, teeshirt), but on this day I was geared up in club clothes(collared shirt, dress pants, nice shoes).
With the spiffy getup, women were shooting me IOI’s(indicator of interest) galore! It made me want to dress nice every fucking day. I was getting the sort of IOI’s that completely pummel any inkling of AE(approach anxiety), the women could have practically smacked me on the ass to be more subtle. The funny part is that my hair was half-way dirty, I probably smelled bad and nothing kills my game more than needing a shower. Though, the amount of IOI’s I was getting from girls was AMAZING.
Why do you think Neil Strauss goes by the name STYLE? Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that the mainstays of game(Kino, banter, pacing etc) aren’t crucial(they are), but with a developed style you can basically cut your energy expenditure in half. If you want women, dress like a man. If you want girls, dress like a man :).
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I remember in elementary school I would be kissing the cutest girls under the table, writing yes/no notes in class. Ninety percent of my game back then was direct and fearless, rejection was trumped by persistence. When I was a kid, I would ask a girl out and if she said No, guess what? I asked again.
It seems like nowadays I readily eject and bounce from venue to venue. As I’ve grown I now see the world boundless with an insurmountable pool of women. Whereas when we were kids, our whole world ended at the playground gate. I wonder If I should revert to that kind of thinking. When I’m in a bar and even if its not target rich, I should squeeze the fuck out of it until its dry. I guess its good practice to stay until they ask you to leave, twice.
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I’m not much of an AMOGer or “Cock-Blocker” but I’ve come to the realization that the difference between cock-blocking and solid game is that a cock-blocker NEVER gets laid because of it. Unless its a situation where the girls know him better or are with him explicitly. Atleast thats how I perceive it.
Every time ive been cock-blocked, it was typically by a douche bag that doesn’t get anything out of it, I guess thats why it is a faux-pas to most.
Situation 1:You’re chatting it up nicely(or horribly) with a chick at a bar and some guy barges in and ruins the situation, either with a corny line, or tries to say something demeaning to you, etc. Depending on your skill set, the CB usually ends up walking away with his tail between his legs, and/or the whole conversation turns awkward and you eject from your set.
Situation 2:It will be a good friend of yours that unknowingly fucks up yours(and his) chances of any romantic potential. I call this the unconscious CB
I wonder what you guys think about the issue, do any of you participate in CB/AMOG techniques with success? Having been cblocked on numerous occasions, I’d like to test the waters, but I doubt that I could stick with it.
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I went to a house party last night
The neighbors across the street are always having keg parties, almost every weekend. So I walk into the backyard pretty sober, and immediately started vibing with everyone I ran into. I thought to myself, what a sucker my roommate is, i pestered him about coming out and look at what hes missing. There were about 20 people outside, 12-14 or so of them were beautiful women. He really missed out. The keg had just floated right when I walked up, but no worries another one was soon to come.
I walked up to a snooty pair of matured women, one an Alumni and the other just snooty. My approach was noticed and some guy walked up with me and pretty much winged me. I couldn’t help but think to myself “is this guy in the community?” He was not amoging or cblocking me at all so I just let him flow and basically let him run the set after that, he had decent enough story telling ability and the women’s bodies gradually forced toward his direction. I got bored with that set and ejected, however, I would be coming back later in the night after I warmed up. Continue reading ‘So I pulled a joe and tried sarging with animals’
I sarge with Ostrich/Kangaroo Lucchese boots. One thing you might not realize with boots is that they add 1-2inches to your height. So if you aren’t blessed with a tall frame, you might want to check some out. Also, boots are typically rare at least outside of Texas, so that just adds to your peacockness. They might, however, piss off a hippy or animal fanatic if yours are leather.
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