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In my last report, in which I messed up the escalation by getting impatient and losing my temper, I got some harsh but honest criticism from @DoWhatWorks which I really digested. I realised that I’ve been getting lazy with pickup, forgetting some of the core concepts of seduction that Chase and others have written about countless times - being playful yet persistent, unfazed by resistance (through outcome independence), and treating all girls the same.
It seems like the gods of pickup gave me a trial to see if I’ve learned my lesson, and I’ve laid two girls by overcoming the exact type of resistance I faced with the FU.
The first girl I’m not going to write much about because it was a Tinder date, pretty standard stuff, but she was very similar to the girl in the FU report (dressed sexy, acting confident, but putting up strong LMR). I overcame it by telling her that we did not have to have sex, that she could leave at any time, and that I just wanted her to feel comfortable - while also escalating physically. We got there eventually, and after the sex she transformed from standoffish playing-hard-to-get girl into a loving, tamed pussycat. Funny how that works.
Anyway, that was nice, but I don’t put much value in dates from online. It’s not the same as real seduction IMO. This report is about a girl I met the day after - a cold approach instadate.
Around 9pm, I’d just finished visiting a friend and went to get some food before heading to a party later. While crossing the overpass by the skytrain station, I spotted a girl coming towards me. From a distance, I could already tell I would have to approach her. She was a petite asian with long hair and amazing figure, dressed in a tight blouse that showed some incredible cleavage, and a tantalising miniskirt.
As we passed, we made brief eye contact and she even flashed a smile. Without any hesitation, I turned, jogged back and side-stopped her, opening with a direct compliment on her beauty and exotic look, being conscious to draw it out slowly. I said she looked like an Egyptian princess, she laughed.
After a little banter, I pulled her over to the side and asked some of the usual stuff. Turned out she was a local girl but currently worked in Austria as an au pair, and was just back in town for a couple of days.
I asked what she was doing now, she said just wandering around. I suggested we go grab a drink at a rooftop bar nearby, she agreed.
We got to the bar, sat down at a corner table, and ordered drinks. As I hadn’t eaten yet, I asked if she was hungry (she wasn’t) before ordering some fried rice for myself. I think this actually had a bit of a sprezzatura effect, as I felt quite dominant eating my food while she watched me, sipping her drink.
It was quite loud, so I had trouble hearing her. Her English was also pretty bad (she spoke German mainly), so we were alternating between English and my broken Thai. I kept it playful, strategically touching her for moments of emphasis or jokes.
Since the place was quite noisy, after about 40 minutes there, I floated the idea of going to another cocktail bar which was more cozy (and also within walking distance of my place). She agreed. I got the bill, and we went downstairs.
Just as I was about to hail a taxi though, she said she actually wanted to go back to her hotel first to drop off her stuff. It was kind of weird, because she wasn’t carrying much other than a tiny backpack.
I thought this could be one of three things:
So we went up. In the elevator I put my hand on her shoulder, positioned her in front of me, pulled her to my chest and took a posing selfie together. She seemed compliant with all my physical touching up till now, which was a good sign. Just keep moving up that ladder.
We stepped into her room. I casually looked around, checked out the view, and went to the bathroom. When I came out, she said she was ready to go. It seemed she really did just come to leave her stuff. I figured I’d give the escalation a shot anyway just in case my intuition was wrong. As I went to put my shoes on, I lightly put my arms around her and leaned in as if for a kiss. She acted kinda shocked and said “no, no”. I smiled and said “let’s get outta here”, opened the door and led her out.
We got a taxi to the other bar. As we chatted with the (very talkative) taxi driver, I rested my hand on her leg occasionally and played with her hand a little, but avoided overt hand-holding which I felt she might not be ready for given her resistance at the hotel.
This bar also turned out to be full, but it was a bit less noisy and more dark and intimate, which was ideal. The language barrier made it impossible to run any verbal gambits though, so I was relying almost entirely on just playful banter and strategic kino (thumb war game, comparing hand sizes, playfully poking/pushing away, hand caressing when on an emotional topic, etc). I could tell she was enjoying it, as she was giggling a lot and we had quite a few moments of deep eye contact.
I made some joke about the color of her lightly tanned skin making me hungry for chocolate, and half-jokingly suggested we go to 7-11 to buy some. So off we went, and when we got there, I used the momentum to suggest getting some drinks and heading to mine to continue the party. She was hesitant at this idea, but went along with it.
Once we arrived at the entrance to my condo building though, she stopped and hesitated for real, saying “I’m really not sure about this. Can we meet tomorrow instead? We only just met, and I’ve never gone to a guy’s place so quickly like this.”
I said “listen, I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just thought it would be cool to hang out some more.”
She just stood there for a while with her head in her hands, obviously feeling conflicted.
I said “Anyway we already bought the drinks, what are we going to do, sit here in the street? Come on, let’s just go upstairs.”
Then I led her by the hand, and she came along, though sluggishly. I could tell I was about to face some serious LMR, and was mentally prepared to end the night without sex, though determined to still push it as far as possible.
We got into my room and poured some drinks, and I put on some music. She sat in my chair, at quite a distance. As expected, it took some convincing to even get her to come over to the bed. I just kept it playful, at first putting on some music and just chilling, then inviting her over to help choose some songs.
She came over and sat on the very edge of the bed, as far as possible from me. I said “why are you being such a stranger? Come on, sit closer” and patted the spot next to me. She shuffled over slightly.
Anyway it went on for a while like this until eventually I had my arm around her and we were watching the music videos together. After a couple of songs, I put other arm around her back and began slowly kissing her neck. She said “Oh no, I cannot do this. I cannot. I have to go.” And she stood up.
This was pretty much the point where I snapped on my last FU report and lost my patience. This time, knowing what I needed to do to handle the resistance, I told her “it’s fine, no problem, you can go home if you want. Like I said, I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. If you’re not comfortable, I’m not happy. I’m just having a really good time with you, and I really like you.”
She said “yeah, I have to go.”
“Okay.”
“Do you want to come with me?”
I furrowed my eyebrows and gave her a confused look.
“You mean… to your hotel?”
“Yes.”
“…Is this… a trap?” (Don’t know why the fuck I said this, I was just kinda shocked)
“(laughing) No!”
“…Uh, okay sure. So… I’ll, uh, bring my stuff. I’m going to sleep there, right?”
“Yes.”
So we got a taxi, bought some more drinks, went to her awesome hotel, showered, put on music, and had wild amazing sex. Her body was just incredible. She orgasmed several times, and afterwards whispered “thank you”.
We cuddled the night through and fucked a couple of more times. Didn’t sleep much. Got breakfast together, then went our separate ways. Probably won’t see each other again though as she goes back to Austria soon.
As I was walking back home, glowing from my successful conquest, I passed a cute girl with a springing stride in her step. I opened her, asked where she was from.
“Well, I’m from here, but I’m an au pair studying in Norway, just back for a few days on holiday.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
It seems like the gods of pickup gave me a trial to see if I’ve learned my lesson, and I’ve laid two girls by overcoming the exact type of resistance I faced with the FU.
The first girl I’m not going to write much about because it was a Tinder date, pretty standard stuff, but she was very similar to the girl in the FU report (dressed sexy, acting confident, but putting up strong LMR). I overcame it by telling her that we did not have to have sex, that she could leave at any time, and that I just wanted her to feel comfortable - while also escalating physically. We got there eventually, and after the sex she transformed from standoffish playing-hard-to-get girl into a loving, tamed pussycat. Funny how that works.
Anyway, that was nice, but I don’t put much value in dates from online. It’s not the same as real seduction IMO. This report is about a girl I met the day after - a cold approach instadate.
Around 9pm, I’d just finished visiting a friend and went to get some food before heading to a party later. While crossing the overpass by the skytrain station, I spotted a girl coming towards me. From a distance, I could already tell I would have to approach her. She was a petite asian with long hair and amazing figure, dressed in a tight blouse that showed some incredible cleavage, and a tantalising miniskirt.
As we passed, we made brief eye contact and she even flashed a smile. Without any hesitation, I turned, jogged back and side-stopped her, opening with a direct compliment on her beauty and exotic look, being conscious to draw it out slowly. I said she looked like an Egyptian princess, she laughed.
After a little banter, I pulled her over to the side and asked some of the usual stuff. Turned out she was a local girl but currently worked in Austria as an au pair, and was just back in town for a couple of days.
I asked what she was doing now, she said just wandering around. I suggested we go grab a drink at a rooftop bar nearby, she agreed.
We got to the bar, sat down at a corner table, and ordered drinks. As I hadn’t eaten yet, I asked if she was hungry (she wasn’t) before ordering some fried rice for myself. I think this actually had a bit of a sprezzatura effect, as I felt quite dominant eating my food while she watched me, sipping her drink.
It was quite loud, so I had trouble hearing her. Her English was also pretty bad (she spoke German mainly), so we were alternating between English and my broken Thai. I kept it playful, strategically touching her for moments of emphasis or jokes.
Since the place was quite noisy, after about 40 minutes there, I floated the idea of going to another cocktail bar which was more cozy (and also within walking distance of my place). She agreed. I got the bill, and we went downstairs.
Just as I was about to hail a taxi though, she said she actually wanted to go back to her hotel first to drop off her stuff. It was kind of weird, because she wasn’t carrying much other than a tiny backpack.
I thought this could be one of three things:
- An invitation to go back to hers and fuck
- An excuse to bail from the situation (seemed unlikely as she was clearly enjoying herself)
- She actually just wants to put her tiny backpack down (maybe carrying something valuable?)
So we went up. In the elevator I put my hand on her shoulder, positioned her in front of me, pulled her to my chest and took a posing selfie together. She seemed compliant with all my physical touching up till now, which was a good sign. Just keep moving up that ladder.
We stepped into her room. I casually looked around, checked out the view, and went to the bathroom. When I came out, she said she was ready to go. It seemed she really did just come to leave her stuff. I figured I’d give the escalation a shot anyway just in case my intuition was wrong. As I went to put my shoes on, I lightly put my arms around her and leaned in as if for a kiss. She acted kinda shocked and said “no, no”. I smiled and said “let’s get outta here”, opened the door and led her out.
We got a taxi to the other bar. As we chatted with the (very talkative) taxi driver, I rested my hand on her leg occasionally and played with her hand a little, but avoided overt hand-holding which I felt she might not be ready for given her resistance at the hotel.
This bar also turned out to be full, but it was a bit less noisy and more dark and intimate, which was ideal. The language barrier made it impossible to run any verbal gambits though, so I was relying almost entirely on just playful banter and strategic kino (thumb war game, comparing hand sizes, playfully poking/pushing away, hand caressing when on an emotional topic, etc). I could tell she was enjoying it, as she was giggling a lot and we had quite a few moments of deep eye contact.
I made some joke about the color of her lightly tanned skin making me hungry for chocolate, and half-jokingly suggested we go to 7-11 to buy some. So off we went, and when we got there, I used the momentum to suggest getting some drinks and heading to mine to continue the party. She was hesitant at this idea, but went along with it.
Once we arrived at the entrance to my condo building though, she stopped and hesitated for real, saying “I’m really not sure about this. Can we meet tomorrow instead? We only just met, and I’ve never gone to a guy’s place so quickly like this.”
I said “listen, I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just thought it would be cool to hang out some more.”
She just stood there for a while with her head in her hands, obviously feeling conflicted.
I said “Anyway we already bought the drinks, what are we going to do, sit here in the street? Come on, let’s just go upstairs.”
Then I led her by the hand, and she came along, though sluggishly. I could tell I was about to face some serious LMR, and was mentally prepared to end the night without sex, though determined to still push it as far as possible.
We got into my room and poured some drinks, and I put on some music. She sat in my chair, at quite a distance. As expected, it took some convincing to even get her to come over to the bed. I just kept it playful, at first putting on some music and just chilling, then inviting her over to help choose some songs.
She came over and sat on the very edge of the bed, as far as possible from me. I said “why are you being such a stranger? Come on, sit closer” and patted the spot next to me. She shuffled over slightly.
Anyway it went on for a while like this until eventually I had my arm around her and we were watching the music videos together. After a couple of songs, I put other arm around her back and began slowly kissing her neck. She said “Oh no, I cannot do this. I cannot. I have to go.” And she stood up.
This was pretty much the point where I snapped on my last FU report and lost my patience. This time, knowing what I needed to do to handle the resistance, I told her “it’s fine, no problem, you can go home if you want. Like I said, I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. If you’re not comfortable, I’m not happy. I’m just having a really good time with you, and I really like you.”
She said “yeah, I have to go.”
“Okay.”
“Do you want to come with me?”
I furrowed my eyebrows and gave her a confused look.
“You mean… to your hotel?”
“Yes.”
“…Is this… a trap?” (Don’t know why the fuck I said this, I was just kinda shocked)
“(laughing) No!”
“…Uh, okay sure. So… I’ll, uh, bring my stuff. I’m going to sleep there, right?”
“Yes.”
So we got a taxi, bought some more drinks, went to her awesome hotel, showered, put on music, and had wild amazing sex. Her body was just incredible. She orgasmed several times, and afterwards whispered “thank you”.
We cuddled the night through and fucked a couple of more times. Didn’t sleep much. Got breakfast together, then went our separate ways. Probably won’t see each other again though as she goes back to Austria soon.
As I was walking back home, glowing from my successful conquest, I passed a cute girl with a springing stride in her step. I opened her, asked where she was from.
“Well, I’m from here, but I’m an au pair studying in Norway, just back for a few days on holiday.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
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