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Recently, PrettyDecent and I were discussing how once you become accustomed to the discipline of Day Game, as soon as you turn your hand to "after-hours activities" (Night-Street Game and classic, venue-based Night Game) the first few steps seem incredibly easy: opening, banter, brief rapport-building, hard compliance screening, moving the girl, and sometimes no more than a perfunctory nod in the deep-dive direction to establish a connection.
The girls are receptive, they know why they're out and what they're looking for, and the key is to lead strongly and decisively—which Day Game teaches you in a much less forgiving environment. However, closing still requires strict adherence to process together with an accurate read of her escalation windows, and while I am struggling with that I have no doubt that regular practice will deliver results.
This report is barely FR-worthy... planting one on a girl's lips in the after-hours hardly merits inclusion, even if I did it within 15 minutes of meeting her, and it is notable for nothing but the fact that it is my first classic (venue) Night Game sortie and I want to place a stake in the ground, as well as conducting a postmortem analysis of my errors and areas of improvement for the future.
I got out of bed around 1.30 AM, dressed and drove to the Midtown district. My intention was to run street game, but I somehow slipped into a nightclub without paying cover (don't ask me how... it just happened) and checked the place out. Other than organized business/social functions, I had actually not set foot in a nightclub for over 14 years. It being Thanksgiving week, half the place was shut down and what was left was fairly tame (the streets had been the same hence my snap decision to abandon Night Street Game and check out the club).
Pretty soon I saw what I wanted—two girls mooching around the bar area looking distracted. One of them attracted me by the look in her eyes. We will call here PaprikaBabe, as she is Hungarian, spicy and has flame-red hair! Somehow I manage to open a disproportionate number of expatriate women, in Day Game too... there must be some reason behind it, but I can't figure out what it is.
Music was LOUD and I opened using nothing but body language. For some reason I had thought PaprikaBabe wouldn't open; she seemed not to be particularly approachable, but she opened for me very readily—a good reminder that under the veneer of makeup and a "strict look", girls are just girls: silly and cute
We started getting to know each other. This presented some difficulty owing to the noise level; I used the opportunity to talk in her ear to gain touch compliance but after two or three rounds, I figured it was not conducive to intelligent conversation. Also, she was asking too many questions of me, and I wanted to get her under the spotlight instead, so I immediately moved her outside to the porch.
Once outside I put on my black, form-fitting Cole Haan overcoat that I picked up at a quarter of the retail price in TJ Maxx. Women seem to love it... we've got a whole winter ahead of us, girls! There were plenty of clubbing bozos going around in shirtsleeves in thirty degrees Fahrenheit, so it was nice to differentiate myself a little. What a bunch of idiots.
A word on cockblock prevention: Her companion, whom she introduced as her best friend, indicated by body language that she was good with me moving her outside. A few minutes later, she came to check up on PaprikaBabe; I introduced myself properly (the noise level having prevented that indoors) and it was almost as if she didn't want to take my hand, so as not to upstage her friend... she disappeared again and left us to it a moment later.
The companion had a good figure with a massive cleavage, and the thought occurred to me that maybe she gets generally approached first when they are together, but she was much shorter than PaprikaBabe, and I like my girls tall and willowy, so after I had indicated the direction of my initial interest the thought of jumping ship didn't even cross my mind. However, when she was looking away and I was pretty sure she could see me in her peripherals, I did politely check out her assets for a couple seconds, in order to cement the impression of a sexual man and reassure her that PaprikaBabe was in good hands
This is the 4th time (out of 4 after-hours outings) that the "friend(s)" either did not cockblock at all, offered only token defense or actively encouraged the girl; before I tried this stuff I was having visions of girls being physically yanked away by their friends as happened to me in social circle, but it seems that the processes outlined on this site really do work!
PaprikaBabe launched into a deep-dive almost unsolicited, started qualifying herself left and right, and readily offered compliance with sampling her drink and lots of kino. She also mentioned a boyfriend in New York. On account of the sultry vibe, I decided to find out just how fast I could escalate, and frankly I pushed it too fast, skipping over steps like crazy and unfortunately inducing ego depletion in the girl. On the porch I had my arm around her, gave her numerous cheek-kisses and she was holding my hand and pressing up against me.
This is where I lost the plot. I suggested we go for a walk and she took her drink with her and followed my lead. I'd already gotten enough moving compliance, and our location on the porch had been cozy and settled, if not totally isolated. I should have escalated the kino gradually in situ and gotten really horny to the point where she couldn't control herself. Lesson: don't move a girl out of the venue until she's ready to be pulled.
As we walked she commented on my "sexy voice". Once we reached an isolated location I asked for a proper kiss but she demurred, saying she wasn't "feeling it"... such a blatant lie that I was left speechless for a moment. She checked her phone and said she'd need to turn back to rejoin her friend. That's the third time I've verbalized going for the kiss and I have resolved never to do it again. Even with the mistake of moving her out of the venue prematurely, if I'd gone for a manhandle kiss I'm 80% sure I'd have gotten it.
I induced a gratuitous "logic kick-in" by explicitly suggesting something "forbidden"; confirming this hypothesis, when I challenged her directly, pointing out that she was obviously turned on, she conceded this point but said that she had an agreement with her boyfriend that she wouldn't kiss other men. Big mistake on my part, but it does eradicate all doubt in my mind that girls often have strong unconscious desires that they suppress if you allow them to engage conscious thought.
I probably should have attempted a pull around that point, on reflection... I had nothing to lose. Anyway, on the way back to the venue she started saying "Why do you have to have such a sexy voice all the time? Can't you just talk... a bit less sexy... just for a moment?" Again I kinda screwed up, because I should've asked if it was turning her on and then manhandle kissed her, and pulled to a "nice and warm" place. Being unfamiliar with the situation, I descended into banter which rather broke the spell.
In front of the nightclub she started telling me that she was afraid she'd do something she'd regret, and then be sorry in the morning, and remember her wretched New York boyfriend; and I don't yet have enough practice in closing process to simply ignore these objections and lead her. It's coming... I feel it's tantalizingly close already, and the whole process is kinda addictive too. Anyway, this was the point when I simply drew her in for a kiss on the lips, and she seemed to like it. She didn't open up for a decent open-mouth kiss but... that's my fault as previously indicated.
Her companion reappeared and started thanking me profusely for bringing PaprikaBabe back in one piece. I'd been wondering if I hadn't completely done a full job of getting her comfortable with me before I isolated PaprikaGirl, but it's a moot point anyway. I made some desultory efforts to regain PaprikaBabe's attention but by this point she was arguing with a bouncer and generally in a neurotic state and the magic was gone. She seemed like a genuinely nice person and though I wasn't crazy for her romantically, it's a pity I shan't see her again.
The girls are receptive, they know why they're out and what they're looking for, and the key is to lead strongly and decisively—which Day Game teaches you in a much less forgiving environment. However, closing still requires strict adherence to process together with an accurate read of her escalation windows, and while I am struggling with that I have no doubt that regular practice will deliver results.
This report is barely FR-worthy... planting one on a girl's lips in the after-hours hardly merits inclusion, even if I did it within 15 minutes of meeting her, and it is notable for nothing but the fact that it is my first classic (venue) Night Game sortie and I want to place a stake in the ground, as well as conducting a postmortem analysis of my errors and areas of improvement for the future.
I got out of bed around 1.30 AM, dressed and drove to the Midtown district. My intention was to run street game, but I somehow slipped into a nightclub without paying cover (don't ask me how... it just happened) and checked the place out. Other than organized business/social functions, I had actually not set foot in a nightclub for over 14 years. It being Thanksgiving week, half the place was shut down and what was left was fairly tame (the streets had been the same hence my snap decision to abandon Night Street Game and check out the club).
Pretty soon I saw what I wanted—two girls mooching around the bar area looking distracted. One of them attracted me by the look in her eyes. We will call here PaprikaBabe, as she is Hungarian, spicy and has flame-red hair! Somehow I manage to open a disproportionate number of expatriate women, in Day Game too... there must be some reason behind it, but I can't figure out what it is.
Music was LOUD and I opened using nothing but body language. For some reason I had thought PaprikaBabe wouldn't open; she seemed not to be particularly approachable, but she opened for me very readily—a good reminder that under the veneer of makeup and a "strict look", girls are just girls: silly and cute
We started getting to know each other. This presented some difficulty owing to the noise level; I used the opportunity to talk in her ear to gain touch compliance but after two or three rounds, I figured it was not conducive to intelligent conversation. Also, she was asking too many questions of me, and I wanted to get her under the spotlight instead, so I immediately moved her outside to the porch.
Once outside I put on my black, form-fitting Cole Haan overcoat that I picked up at a quarter of the retail price in TJ Maxx. Women seem to love it... we've got a whole winter ahead of us, girls! There were plenty of clubbing bozos going around in shirtsleeves in thirty degrees Fahrenheit, so it was nice to differentiate myself a little. What a bunch of idiots.
A word on cockblock prevention: Her companion, whom she introduced as her best friend, indicated by body language that she was good with me moving her outside. A few minutes later, she came to check up on PaprikaBabe; I introduced myself properly (the noise level having prevented that indoors) and it was almost as if she didn't want to take my hand, so as not to upstage her friend... she disappeared again and left us to it a moment later.
The companion had a good figure with a massive cleavage, and the thought occurred to me that maybe she gets generally approached first when they are together, but she was much shorter than PaprikaBabe, and I like my girls tall and willowy, so after I had indicated the direction of my initial interest the thought of jumping ship didn't even cross my mind. However, when she was looking away and I was pretty sure she could see me in her peripherals, I did politely check out her assets for a couple seconds, in order to cement the impression of a sexual man and reassure her that PaprikaBabe was in good hands
This is the 4th time (out of 4 after-hours outings) that the "friend(s)" either did not cockblock at all, offered only token defense or actively encouraged the girl; before I tried this stuff I was having visions of girls being physically yanked away by their friends as happened to me in social circle, but it seems that the processes outlined on this site really do work!
PaprikaBabe launched into a deep-dive almost unsolicited, started qualifying herself left and right, and readily offered compliance with sampling her drink and lots of kino. She also mentioned a boyfriend in New York. On account of the sultry vibe, I decided to find out just how fast I could escalate, and frankly I pushed it too fast, skipping over steps like crazy and unfortunately inducing ego depletion in the girl. On the porch I had my arm around her, gave her numerous cheek-kisses and she was holding my hand and pressing up against me.
This is where I lost the plot. I suggested we go for a walk and she took her drink with her and followed my lead. I'd already gotten enough moving compliance, and our location on the porch had been cozy and settled, if not totally isolated. I should have escalated the kino gradually in situ and gotten really horny to the point where she couldn't control herself. Lesson: don't move a girl out of the venue until she's ready to be pulled.
As we walked she commented on my "sexy voice". Once we reached an isolated location I asked for a proper kiss but she demurred, saying she wasn't "feeling it"... such a blatant lie that I was left speechless for a moment. She checked her phone and said she'd need to turn back to rejoin her friend. That's the third time I've verbalized going for the kiss and I have resolved never to do it again. Even with the mistake of moving her out of the venue prematurely, if I'd gone for a manhandle kiss I'm 80% sure I'd have gotten it.
I induced a gratuitous "logic kick-in" by explicitly suggesting something "forbidden"; confirming this hypothesis, when I challenged her directly, pointing out that she was obviously turned on, she conceded this point but said that she had an agreement with her boyfriend that she wouldn't kiss other men. Big mistake on my part, but it does eradicate all doubt in my mind that girls often have strong unconscious desires that they suppress if you allow them to engage conscious thought.
I probably should have attempted a pull around that point, on reflection... I had nothing to lose. Anyway, on the way back to the venue she started saying "Why do you have to have such a sexy voice all the time? Can't you just talk... a bit less sexy... just for a moment?" Again I kinda screwed up, because I should've asked if it was turning her on and then manhandle kissed her, and pulled to a "nice and warm" place. Being unfamiliar with the situation, I descended into banter which rather broke the spell.
In front of the nightclub she started telling me that she was afraid she'd do something she'd regret, and then be sorry in the morning, and remember her wretched New York boyfriend; and I don't yet have enough practice in closing process to simply ignore these objections and lead her. It's coming... I feel it's tantalizingly close already, and the whole process is kinda addictive too. Anyway, this was the point when I simply drew her in for a kiss on the lips, and she seemed to like it. She didn't open up for a decent open-mouth kiss but... that's my fault as previously indicated.
Her companion reappeared and started thanking me profusely for bringing PaprikaBabe back in one piece. I'd been wondering if I hadn't completely done a full job of getting her comfortable with me before I isolated PaprikaGirl, but it's a moot point anyway. I made some desultory efforts to regain PaprikaBabe's attention but by this point she was arguing with a bouncer and generally in a neurotic state and the magic was gone. She seemed like a genuinely nice person and though I wasn't crazy for her romantically, it's a pity I shan't see her again.