I am just going to give you a different take, the mistake you made with the gay guy was totally ignoring him, and then coming to him at the end with the close....... With gay guys you need to befriend them and give him some attention, usually they will help you close the girl if they like you, if they don't like you, you are fucked...You don't always have to hard core isolate, you can also stay in set till the end, most of my lays were stay in set till the end were you 2 will be at some point naturally isolated.... remember mystery "introduce me to your friend is the polite think to do", i personally say when they are about to come, "hi am lofty i just met your friend ____" or the one i used the most joking around is "this is ____ her name" like me introducing them for the first time.... take a look at this post were i explain how to deal with gays... Here is a lay report with a gay dude involved... I am not a fan of ignore the group, sneak out the isolation like a robbery cause as you can see, it can backfired totally when caught... Now what i do is isolate in venue, "hey i am going to get a quick drink with your friend, i promise i will bring her right back", another one i use is "tell your friends you know me from highschool" if a date/bf present "tell your friends i am your gay friend"
It wasn't breaking the circle to address the dude that fucked up the pull, but how he addressed him ("hey bro you can leave now. I got it from here" subcommunications VS "hey man sorry for ignoring you lol. Did you wanna come with us to produce some music too lol?" -> if he says yes (I assume he's gonna say "no you guys can go" cuz I made him feel included a bit) then => "alright awesome. This Uber's only picking up 2 people tho. but you can call yourself one. I'll give you the address." (another opportunity for him to decline, cuz he'll need to spend unnecessary money). then, give him a random address. and tell her to turn off her phone in the car. in the morning/or after you guys smash, she can tell him her phone died. The end )
but ya lol @ assuming he wasn't gonna fuck up the uber pull for completely ignoring him.
Girl: Oh my god, you’re so beautiful! Me (stopping, off-guard): Oh, um, thanks… you know, I think it’s really interesting that you say that… it shows that you must be really confident, mature, and independent… like you care what YOU think… not what EVERYONE else thinks… I really respect that. Girl: Hehehe thank you! You’re hot
Me: Okay, I do get the vibe from you that you are… an adventurous person. Is that right? HB: Haha, yeaaah! Me: So you do see yourself as an adventurous… AND open-minded person… one who really GRABS life by the HORNS and THRUSTS themselves into the THICK of it? HB: I like the way you talk… it’s so different! Yeah, I’d like to think that I’m adventurous and open-minded!
and then of course we have the contradicting advice with one skilled seducer saying don't break the circle. while another skilled seducer says break the circle to address the obstacle. because you can bring her back into the circle anyway.
What does skillful indirect game look like, when used to pick up girls? This case study follows a successful indirect club game pick up, from open to close. As I’m about to close my series on indirect game, I’ve decided to share a report to serve as an example of how I use this game style. In...
It wasn't breaking the circle to address the dude that fucked up the pull, but how he addressed him ("hey bro you can leave now. I got it from here" subcommunications VS "hey man sorry for ignoring you lol. Did you wanna come with us to produce some music too lol?" -> if he says yes (I assume he's gonna say "no you guys can go" cuz I made him feel included a bit) then => "alright awesome. This Uber's only picking up 2 people tho. but you can call yourself one. I'll give you the address." (another opportunity for him to decline, cuz he'll need to spend unnecessary money). then, give him a random address. and tell her to turn off her phone in the car. in the morning/or after you guys smash, she can tell him her phone died. The end )
but ya lol @ assuming he wasn't gonna fuck up the uber pull for completely ignoring him.
Bottom line is: she thought he was beautiful.
lol @ thinking him framing her as any these things would have any impact (or even registered to her besides "hot guy gave me a compliment").
when there is plenty of evidence it doesn't do what it's suppose to do
and then of course we have the contradicting advice with one skilled seducer saying don't break the circle. while another skilled seducer says break the circle to address the obstacle. because you can bring her back into the circle anyway.
What does skillful indirect game look like, when used to pick up girls? This case study follows a successful indirect club game pick up, from open to close. As I’m about to close my series on indirect game, I’ve decided to share a report to serve as an example of how I use this game style. In...
It wasn't breaking the circle to address the dude that fucked up the pull, but how he addressed him ("hey bro you can leave now. I got it from here" subcommunications VS "hey man sorry for ignoring you lol. Did you wanna come with us to produce some music too lol?" -> if he says yes (I assume he's gonna say "no you guys can go" cuz I made him feel included a bit) then => "alright awesome. This Uber's only picking up 2 people tho. but you can call yourself one. I'll give you the address." (another opportunity for him to decline, cuz he'll need to spend unnecessary money). then, give him a random address. and tell her to turn off her phone in the car. in the morning/or after you guys smash, she can tell him her phone died. The end )
but ya lol @ assuming he wasn't gonna fuck up the uber pull for completely ignoring him.
Bottom line is: she thought he was beautiful.
lol @ thinking him framing her as any these things would have any impact (or even registered to her besides "hot guy gave me a compliment").
when there is plenty of evidence it doesn't do what it's suppose to do
and then of course we have the contradicting advice with one skilled seducer saying don't break the circle. while another skilled seducer says break the circle to address the obstacle. because you can bring her back into the circle anyway.
What does skillful indirect game look like, when used to pick up girls? This case study follows a successful indirect club game pick up, from open to close. As I’m about to close my series on indirect game, I’ve decided to share a report to serve as an example of how I use this game style. In...
Theres a clear outline w the guys exchange and pre that w the girl were responding too. Aka plenty of background detail to what were saying.
You say her being drawn to Lofty makes everything else he says irrellevant.
have you ever used sexual framing or verbals?
it is exactly to shape things from there you could use this as a way to direct and give her frames to lash onto etc.
The point im making is that we or lofty have NO clue of their connection or her obligation to him as a friend date or whatever he is which is what needs to be addressed. And if u know a lil its HARD to rip a girl away for lay in a two set as one guy unless you find her friend something similar. I make this clear and provide a model.
For this Bacchus and i choose a girl centric tactic.
subtle cue of keeping him out of the lock-in which slowly reduces him to very little
and a peak into this model is that girls will organise this themselves if you do this well.
if you see teevs ten years anniversary post he observes me hooking a girl in a minute with her telling her two friends to fuck off and wait
ive often made girls eg by just taking a talk w her friend or alike arranging things themselves.
Also note her opening lofty will indicate things about her role in sets and type being a bit more engaging which could tell you things about her and her state atm.
im getting a lil tired with your style of discussion
@Skills
and then of course we have the contradicting advice with one skilled seducer saying don't break the circle. while another skilled seducer says break the circle to address the obstacle. because you can bring her back into the circle anyway.
its not contradictory
there are many ways to skin the cat
notably these follow each seducers approaches if your observant
more ways enables a stronger variety in your arsenal
some will fit some styles better
Girl: Oh my god, you’re so beautiful! Me (stopping, off-guard): Oh, thank you lol. what are you guys up to? Girl: We’re just… *looks at anxious male friend*…. walking around. Me: oh yea? i was walking around too ...looking for some fresh inspiration to hit me cuz I'm making some new music tonight Girl: Making some music? Me: Yeah…do you know how music is made on a computer nowadays? Girl: No… but I WANT to know! Me: cool..you wanna come wit me to check it out? Girl: Where do you live? Me:[place - 20 minute walk since I went to this route]. Girl: Okay, I know where that is But I really don’t want to walk… Me: Yeah, me neither. We’ll just grab an uber. Girl: *gets inches away from my face* Me: *starts ordering Uber* [looking at obstacle] hey bro I'm sorry if I was ignoring you lol. what's up?
The point im making is that we or lofty have NO clue of their connection or her obligation to him as a friend date or whatever he is which is what needs to be addressed.
ya if ur in a club this isn't hard. Her 2 friends can talk amongst each other and meet other guys, if they see their friend is with a hot guy. one friend left out to dry however, is why Teev was all about getting a guy for the obstacle in the field report linked above.
Also note her opening lofty will indicate things about her role in sets and type being a bit more engaging which could tell you things about her and her state atm.
first time i've ever heard someone saying to ignore the cockblock cuz it'll break the circle (if the circle is that fragile, maybe there are better strategies you can use so that the circle breaking for a bit doesn't kill the set?)
Girl: Oh my god, you’re so beautiful! Me (stopping, off-guard): Oh, thank you lol. what are you guys up to? Girl: We’re just… *looks at anxious male friend*…. walking around. Me: oh yea? i was walking around too ...looking for some fresh inspiration to hit me cuz I'm making some new music tonight Girl: Making some music? Me: Yeah…do you know how music is made on a computer nowadays? Girl: No… but I WANT to know! Me: cool..you wanna come wit me to check it out? Girl: Where do you live? Me:[place - 20 minute walk since I went to this route]. Girl: Okay, I know where that is But I really don’t want to walk… Me: Yeah, me neither. We’ll just grab an uber. Girl: *gets inches away from my face* Me: *starts ordering Uber* [looking at obstacle] hey bro I'm sorry if I was ignoring you lol. what's up?
ya ignoring him will for sure will address their connection. cuz "how do you guys know each other?" would ruin everything.
ya if ur in a club this isn't hard. Her 2 friends can talk amongst each other and meet other guys, if they see their friend is with a hot guy. one friend left out to dry however, is why Teev was all about getting a guy for the obstacle in the field report linked above.
she's a horny average looking girl (his word not mine) opening a hot guy? what did I miss?
first time i've ever heard someone saying to ignore the cockblock cuz it'll break the circle (if the circle is that fragile, maybe there are better strategies you can use so that the circle breaking for a bit doesn't kill the set?)
^ now you ruined it, lol this is low odds,... The mistake that was made was that the dude was not befriended, so glow and bachaus way to sneak her out is cool but high chance of the dude catching it and cock blocking. (any good friend would do this no matter how smooth the seducer is)
I am saying to befriend the dude, and address him, the problem is that she needs to save face for her rep... So for super fast pull without addressing the dude bachaus/glow way... But if he gets caught he is done...
or you can stay in set in a way that is cool and safe and interact a bit with the set showing you are cool and safe, and then stay in set, let her handle the thing at the end....
With time and experience lofty will be able to maneuver and predict the punches coming, he will be alright...
When a girl is this into u from the start, you don't need to do anything, but lead her out with plausible deniability (of course non-verbals are important here. but i can't show them here with words. so i used some emojis). field tested.
at your place obvi comfort -> sexual arousal -> escalate.
this is the thing....how is he NOT gonna get caught? the friend is standing right there lol.
I understand, isolating her in a club for a drink to the bar. and then you guys lose the guy she came with in the crowd, so then you guys can leave the venue without saying a word to the obstacle (also field tested) but we are not in a venue here...
ya this is what i showed with the last text. i assumed people would understand that that's the part where i begin addressing the friend. like i talked about in my original post.
You gave him the opportunity to derail your interaction. . . once you broke circle. Next time you find yourself in a similar situation, just say you're going to call the Uber and do exactly that. If you want to be on the safer side. . . then set the car's arrival down somewhere the street. . . and just offer your hand.
Remember you already framed her as confident and independent. What she needed next was a golden opportunity to prove this to you and herself.
Note that disarming a cockblock or barrier without even addressing the antagonistic factor. . . helps you abide by the social law of least effort. In the links from my last sentence here. . . as well as the one above. . . you can find frame-control techs that will enable you to do this without ever breaking circle.
It seems like you broke circle again by addressing that random guy. . . in the interaction that followed. Although it's hard to tell from the lack of conversation details. Anyway, here are some words of advice. . . get used to ignoring anything outside your liminal circle that doesn't aid unfolding seductions. You must behave. . . as if those people do not exist. Unless the girl you're speaking to verbally addresses them. Now, it is good to have awareness of potential cockblocks in the vicinity. But you give them the power to hurt you if you welcome them into your circle. . . so don't do that.
I see how I slipped from the law from least effort when engaging him on my own accord. In reflection, a certain feeling washed over me when she agreed to my plausible deniability. A feeling almost like, there MUST be more work to do here... that can't be everything! So I think my mind felt there was more to do when there really wasn’t. So I overcomplicated things. It also allowed ASD to visibly creep into her, which could have been entirely avoided by inserting these proper frames.
Also, this helps me pinpoint how I need to do a much better job at setting challenging frames overall. Like I can use a subtle opportunities and challenges technique but tend to stray away from more pronounced barriers. As my frame control strengthens, I certainly understand how these strong barriers can lead to significant leaps in influential momentum.
As for the next interaction, yeah... I didn't fully detail it because it was getting late, and I was trying to get out onto the streets for another outing. Also why there were some typos at first. Sheesh.
But you are absolutely correct. I became far too engaged with that guy’s unexpected comment. Perhaps I could have quickly dismissed him without fully breaking circle by asking the girl if she thought this actor indeed looked like me or whatever, then wished him a nice night.
To expand what bacchus is outlining you could add
I really like people who are confident and not caught up by pressures on how to be. If they want something theyre not afraid to go for it even if they have to sometimes go against their friends or somewhat superficial social obligations.
This is a proved sexual frame from good old Captain Jack. It would roll well off your framing of her confidence and boost it even more.
i do stuff like this almost everytime - boosting her confidence cause i want her to be active in the seduction. so for most states i do it - Unless shes on the backheel as i call it which is a state where she screens hard and ruthlessly.
Hey Glow! Your recent log posts have really directed my mind towards a bunch of fine little nuances.
Thanks for sharing this frame – it is very true that I was especially missing out on that last bit about friends. I think using such a tactic would have had rather rewarding effects in this set, plus it could have been a great chance for recovery if used even after I mistakenly broke circle.
Note that its HARD to get girls to break social conventions like running away from a friend or connection of sorts. So hand them the material and grow the egoistic drive in her. And you might get lucky. But its far from surebet. Shes on a tipping point of wanting to go but cant cause shes out w chode x and the social obligation that lies there.
The other part is gold hooks before decision time. I could write a book about that but just beware that a STRONGER elicit of her and usage of her feeling can provide stronger hooks that riffing things she can lash onto can eg. There are hooks. And then there are HOOKS! we discuss levels of hook in our circles. Consider how you can hook stronger moving forw. its a really good thing to study.
I need to more aggressively link her emotions into her current and future experiences with me. Maybe at times I am trying to be too convincing instead of emotionally influential. This seems like a beautiful parallel to your point about “arouse and tempt” regarding physical escalations – golden hooks at this stage should build her emotions to the stage where she is ready to pounce for the moment the pull happens.
Another is dont worry well just be half an hour, then you can join him at matts - these type of formulations can really help when shes in decision mode and weighting things up partly cause she doesnt wanna break rapport with you. Use that.
btw nice w the producing music. Its mixing emotional stimulation with intrigue baiting. and its a plausible denial pull-to-home reason. Something she can join. With excitement. And it is night life relevant and creative (djing). Ive used dancing and had routines on "immersing into music" which is great between first meet and initial hook and more feely/imaginative states bringing her from initially immersed to more immersed. Check nextasf where i outlined if you wanna steal some descriptive language. but just to say that this particular theme serves multiple purposes and fit night and day game - supertight!
for the thing were writing note that some are preemptive things you do when you see shes with a guy to build up to getting her away. others are during the pull away moment.
If it sounds just a little familiar in style… that’s because it's supposed to be!
I’ve reformulated this plausible deniability based on your dancing and Bacchus’ portraits. Recently, I’ve reviewed how you two work this and make it appear a highly engaging opportunity for her. One that’s done together and for the benefit of her own stimulation. That’s why I hope to keep discovering ways to make it more about HER… like, I’ll show you how, we’ll make a song together, it’ll be our own special creation, etc.
Then the next step is becoming more descriptive as you suggest. I sometimes confuse myself about this because sometimes I’m very descriptive, and other times I’m not. As if my brain isn’t consistently in descriptive verbals mode. But then once I’m in descriptive verbals mode, then I do it without too much thinking. Hmm, I’ll have to explore this further…
I am just going to give you a different take, the mistake you made with the gay guy was totally ignoring him, and then coming to him at the end with the close....... With gay guys you need to befriend them and give him some attention, usually they will help you close the girl if they like you, if they don't like you, you are fucked...You don't always have to hard core isolate, you can also stay in set till the end, most of my lays were stay in set till the end were you 2 will be at some point naturally isolated.... remember mystery "introduce me to your friend is the polite think to do", i personally say when they are about to come, "hi am lofty i just met your friend ____" or the one i used the most joking around is "this is ____ her name" like me introducing them for the first time.... take a look at this post were i explain how to deal with gays... Here is a lay report with a gay dude involved... I am not a fan of ignore the group, sneak out the isolation like a robbery cause as you can see, it can backfired totally when caught... Now what i do is isolate in venue, "hey i am going to get a quick drink with your friend, i promise i will bring her right back", another one i use is "tell your friends you know me from highschool" if a date/bf present "tell your friends i am your gay friend"
Thanks for the alternate viewpoint Skills. This analysis also makes sense.
I really like what both you and Glow say in your following posts, too, about becoming familiar with different strategies in order to make a better read of the situation next time. It’s true that seductions are fluid events with different paths to go down, and being aware of multiple different solutions should provide a higher chance to make the correct adjustment on-the-fly.
And yes, I I could have been more clear in the report. Based on observing her friend for those few moments – and I know an observation might not tell the full story – but I did presume that her friend was gay. Things like mannerisms and also the underlying vibe when he claimed that they were “dating” and he was her “protector”… seemed like he anxiously took responsibility to protect this girl from evil victimization at the hands of this mysterious man. But I guess I should be more careful of making judgements of sexuality in the future. It was my presumption at the time, however.
It wasn't breaking the circle to address the dude that fucked up the pull, but how he addressed him ("hey bro you can leave now. I got it from here" subcommunications VS "hey man sorry for ignoring you lol. Did you wanna come with us to produce some music too lol?" -> if he says yes (I assume he's gonna say "no you guys can go" cuz I made him feel included a bit) then => "alright awesome. This Uber's only picking up 2 people tho. but you can call yourself one. I'll give you the address." (another opportunity for him to decline, cuz he'll need to spend unnecessary money). then, give him a random address. and tell her to turn off her phone in the car. in the morning/or after you guys smash, she can tell him her phone died. The end )
but ya lol @ assuming he wasn't gonna fuck up the uber pull for completely ignoring him.
Bottom line is: she thought he was beautiful.
lol @ thinking him framing her as any these things would have any impact (or even registered to her besides "hot guy gave me a compliment").
when there is plenty of evidence it doesn't do what it's suppose to do
and then of course we have the contradicting advice with one skilled seducer saying don't break the circle. while another skilled seducer says break the circle to address the obstacle. because you can bring her back into the circle anyway.
Especially recently, and I dunno why - it actually really confuses me - it seems like the vibe of “Velasco vs Whoever” has been amplified?
But it doesn’t have to be like that?
Moving on, though.
This is an interesting suggestion about addressing him differently. I did briefly think about inviting him, too, but if he says yes, then I thought it might be game over. As in if he’s trying to cockblock and accepts the offer, then I would either have to somehow isolate her again or just eject from the set. Giving the wrong address is hilarious, but I also don’t want him to call the cops about me abducting his friend or something weird like that...
Also, I've seen the power of these precise frames many times. Off the top of my head, and this is a moment that I’ve relived over and over again, is when I used a submissiveness frame on HBWildflower. This flipped on her ultra-submissiveness switch for the rest of the night. But I know there are other successful frames that could be dug up, too, about adventure and spontaneity and stuff.
I know you don't particularly like this mindset, but I still think that if they didn't work as intended, then that only proves there were other issues in my game. At the very minimum, I think these frames lead the seduction in the correct direction even if she doesn't fall into it right away.
Lots of great ideas here and lots of stuff to work on – much appreciated, everyone!
In reflection, a certain feeling washed over me when she agreed to my plausible deniability. A feeling almost like, there MUST be more work to do here... that can't be everything! So I think my mind felt there was more to do when there really wasn’t. So I overcomplicated things.
perhaps this is because youve been conditioned to believe that bedding women in a single night is supposed to be difficult. That unless you do all this overcomplicated mumbo jumbo, she won't spread her legs for you. so that, when you DO run into a girl who is ready within seconds, despite you not doing much, it simply does not compute.
This is more or less, why I was making fun of this "frame her as confident" kind of stuff here. Not frames in general (I'm sure I don't need to remind you that I am a fan of secret society frames (showing her via my views on topics that come up and non-verbal actions, that I'm a member). it's just completely unnecessary stuff when she's this DTF lol.
Like in this report I know you're fond of. As soon as she looks up from her phone and sees the face of the guy whose been trying to get her attention, she was down to fuck him (sexually attracted and available). He was able to recognize that, and so he didn't waste any time framing her as XYZ or whatever, because he knew that all he had to do, was provide her with a plausible deniable enough excuse for them to do what they both wanted to do...only that he did not have to deal with any obstacles that were present in the environment. You did. And so for this particular instance, befriending the dude as @Skills said was the move. because ignoring him (under this context) had the higher probability of backfiring on you.
I did briefly think about inviting him, too, but if he says yes, then I thought it might be game over. As in if he’s trying to cockblock and accepts the offer, then I would either have to somehow isolate her again or just eject from the set. Giving the wrong address is hilarious, but I also don’t want him to call the cops about me abducting his friend or something weird like that...
Guy: Yeah. Me: Do your respect her judgement of character? Guy: Yeah. Me: Do you want her to have fun? Guy: Yeah. Me: Cool, we’re all on the same page. Girl: Actually, I think Guy needs to approve of me going with you. Guy: I don’t.
Well. I try hitting on some more plausible deniability, stream one of my songs to solidify the social frame, and talk to the guy about making sure that he protects her by making sure that she doesn’t regret not taking advantage of the opportunities that life presents.
Can you see why that would've lead to a higher probability of him actually accepting your invitation and then probably calling the cops (lol) when he realizes he's been duped lol?
@Vel this last post of yours seems to contradict your stance on my most recent LR thread, where you made it a point to repeat multiple times that the reason she left 30 minutes into sex was that I didn't use sexual verbals (verbals which, for day game, you were unable to supply examples of), those same verbals you're now saying Lofty doesn't need to use with a girl who's DTF.
Which incidentally is how I operated with the Spanish girl two weeks ago. I took her straight home without using any game apart from compliance building, strong non-verbals (EC, etc.), leading, and some reframes. Leading to the girl leaving 30 minutes into sex because, like you said in my thread, she didn't "desire" the sex.
@Bismarck you made it a point to repeat multiple times that the reason she left 30 minutes into sex was that I didn't use sexual verbals (verbals which, for day game, you were unable to supply examples of), those same verbals you're now saying Lofty doesn't need to use with a girl who's DTF.
Me (stopping, off-guard): Oh, um, thanks… you know, I think it’s really interesting that you say that… it shows that you must be really confident, mature, and independent… like you care what YOU think… not what EVERYONE else thinks… I really respect that. Girl: Hehehe thank you! You’re hot
Which incidentally is how I operated with the Spanish girl two weeks ago. I took her straight home without using any game apart from compliance building, strong non-verbals (EC, etc.), leading, and some reframes. Leading to the girl leaving 30 minutes into sex because, like you said in my thread, she didn't "desire" the sex
I am glad you did not use any game besides strong non-verbals and leading a DTF girl to your apartment with plausible deniability about seeing the river from your patio.
When a girl is this into u from the start, you don't need to do anything, but lead her out with plausible deniability (of course non-verbals are important here. but i can't show them here with words. so i used some emojis). field tested.
Escalating before she's dying for it to happen the first time. So skipping the sex prizing in the "comfortable -> sex talk -> escalate" sequence (Edit: need to add, you can skip the sex talk and comfort building time, if you feel its conducive to go straight to sex, as your walking into your apartment) and not realizing it (went back to escalating after going back to comfort after she resisted).
SOFTLY, O midnight Hours!
Move softly o'er the bowers
Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair!
For ye have power, men say,
Our hearts in sleep to sway,
And cage cold fancies in a moonlight snare.
Round ivory neck and arm
Enclasp a separate charm;
Hang o'er her poised, but breathe nor sigh nor prayer:
Silently ye may smile,
But hold your breath the while,
And let the wind sweep back your cloudy hair!
Bend down your glittering urns,
Ere yet the dawn returns,
And star with dew the lawn her feet shall tread;
Upon the air rain balm,
Bid all the woods be calm,
Ambrosial dreams with healthful slumbers wed;
That so the Maiden may
With smiles your care repay,
When from her couch she lifts her golden head;
Waking with earliest birds,
Ere yet the misty herds
Leave warm 'mid the gray grass their dusky bed.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2021
I almost didn’t write this post.
There’s almost an expectation within me that whatever I do, it has to be really good. It’s tough because the nature of life suggests some sway between good and bad. I think much of life is manipulating this pendulum so that the positive sways last longer and are more fulfilling.
Regardless, I must continue the fruitful habit of logging my progress whether it was satisfactory or not. Today, I didn’t give myself much good to draw from. That’s okay because it’ll simply inspire a stronger rebound.
Before that, I’ll note that I did go out approaching on Saturday night. For all of my talk about getting better at regulating state, I was humbly reminded that significant progress must be made in stabilizing my baseline emotions. Because I’ve been off a little since Saturday night.
I had another run-in with the police.
No, not in that way. Here’s what happened.
So I get out late because I wanted to write my FR from the previous night, which is a refreshing practice for my mind. My first approach is on yet another sad-looking girl, and all of a sudden, her boyfriend aggressively jumps in the fray. Got dangerously close to fists being thrown, but I had to do what was best and focus on my goal of laying girls, not laying out guys.
After this, I head to my favorite bench to relax, focusing on my breathing. While I am doing this, I notice a commotion down the sidewalk. Basically, a guy is harassing two girls while his friend watches. It quickly gets heated – the girls were probably borderliners as well.
As I hope for the situation to dissipate so I can focus on approaching and not get involved in this, one of the guys SLAPS one of the girls. So I have to get involved in this. I run over, restrain the guy until the police come – he is quite drunk so it’s not that difficult – while the friend runs away. This effectively ends my night as I’m the only witness to an assault, so I’m stuck talking to the police until 3:00 AM.
I wrote up the full field report, but as it’s not entirely seduction related, I’ll put it under a spoiler.
Saturday, January 23, 2021 Daygame (Scouting)
Street Nightgame
This free app that I use to track my days away from porn provides a daily quote. A little beam of inspiration.
Once, there was a quote that went something like this.
The easiest way to fail is by not trying again tomorrow.
I appreciate that, pornography addiction app. Really, I do.
It’s easy to become bogged down amidst the slabs of mental weight that this game brings. And I am always so, so hard on myself. That feeling of personal expectation is never fleeting. The monkey on my shoulder, the elephant on my back.
Breathe. Thumb on the sternum, pinkie on the navel. Feeling the expansion.
All good.
Though breathing became something that was so hard to do while daygaming today. Like I wrote at the end of the last entry, my mind was still fixated on the frustrating events of Friday night. I didn’t prepare correctly for this outing… I was MAD. At myself. I can’t be MAD when talking to cute girls. I need to be calm and make give them a heart-warming, mentally stimulating experience. The type they won’t forget. That can’t happen if I’m MAD.
Still, I at least identified a new location for daygaming in addition to composing a solid new outfit that just radiates with the vibe of delivering an RPO in a café or library.
Quickly writing out my field report form the prior night helped me push it away from my brain. Unfortunately, it resulted in me reaching the streets extremely late. Sigh. I make things harder than they need to be sometimes.
It’s okay, however, because I know that I just need one chance to spark a passionate fire. It will have to happen on my old route because that’s about the only place people are still wandering around 1:45 AM.
There’s a huddle of people conglomerated at the street corner where I’ve met many HBs now – including that alternative hottie from yesterday. In the bunch, my eye takes note of a fairly attractive girl leaned against the wall just like how I usually post-up. Carrying on the theme from yesterday, her face holds a perturbed expression.
Me: Hey there, if I were to say, I would say that maybe your night hasn’t been the best so far. Is that right? HB(very somber): Yep. And I wouldn’t talk to me right now. *Right on cue, two guys wearing tight t-shirts and garish necklaces walk over, aggressively-charged* Guy1: I dare you to ask her how she’s doing again. *I’m thinking, Oh come on, not this again…* HB: Back off, Guy1. He didn’t mean anything. Guy1: You trying to move in on my girl? Me(just tired of this stuff): Imagine this. You’re walking along the sidewalk, head held high, having a nice night. And then all of a sudden, you see a sad-looking girl standing all alone. Wouldn’t you check-in on her? Guy1: Trying to start something, bro? Me: See, I’m sure you’ll agree with this… girls have so much pressure on them when they go out. Judgement from friends, creepy guys… it can take an emotional toll. That’s why it’s important to make sure they have a good time instead of a bad time, right? So maybe you should be talking with your girl instead of your “bro.” Me: Have a wonderful night. Excuse me. *I walk right in-between Guy1 and his minion, Guy2* Guy1: Come back here! You’re scared! That’s right, you can’t handle this, bitch!
So I pause my steps for a moment because I really hate that comment. The words of Gunwitch just flow through my head. Win a fight, end up in jail, lose a fight, end up in the hospital.
I don’t intend on throwing punches tonight. That doesn’t get me laid. I keep on walking.
Reaching my favorite nightgame bench, I relax for a moment. Closing my eyes.
Breathe.
Moments later, I hear a voice.
“Hey, fat bitch. You’re so fat nobody wants you. Keep on waddling, fat bitch!”
Opening my eyes, I look to my right and see two guys walking up to two girls about 50 feet away. One girl is large, the other girl is pretty average redhead. One guy is wearing a yellow jacket, the other guy is wearing a black sweatshirt. It doesn’t seem like there’s a reason for the harassment other than her size.
“Hehe bitches, I’ll shove my dick down your throats. Except you, fat bitch, you keep on waddling with your fat ass. I’ll fuck your friend, she’s pretty fine! Waddle away now, fat bitch, you’re so goddamn fat,” the guy in the yellow jacket eloquently continues.
I have one hope. Just have one of the groups walk away. Please.
The large girl responds, “Who you calling fat, you dumbfuck? You keep on moving your virgin ass, you dumb motherfucker. You probably have a little tiny dick, dumbfuck. You’re a fucking pussy, I’ll fuck you up right now.”
Then this mature, completely incessant shouting match continues for a few rounds.
“You wanna go, fat waddling bitch? You can’t fight, you’ll get a heart attack, you fat whore.”
“I’ll put your ass on the ground and then call the cops, dumb motherfucker. I’ll shove my fist down your throat, how about that, you fucking pussy?”
They keep going. Just someone walk away. Come on…
Alas, the yellow jacket guy notices that the redhead is carrying her high-heeled boots in her hands. So he snatches them from her, tossing them through the air onto the other side of the street. Then shoves the girl.
Oh, fuck. Seriously?
With a big, big sigh, I quickly make my way over. I don’t want to have to throw a punch… I don’t need to deal with the cops tonight. I just want to talk to cute girls.
Just as I’m about thirty feet away, the shouting and shoving match amplifies. This yellow jacket guy is very weird, and these girls are very aggressive, too. The redhead says one more thing about his tiny dick… and then he lifts his hand back…
SMACK. Slaps her face.
What. The. Fuck.
I sprint over as things get very heated. These girls are some borderliners, no doubt about that. Also, generally speaking, what the fuck are all of these people doing with their lives.
I jump in the mess with the goal of restraining this guy in the yellow jacket. He’s very, very drunk, so I’m able to do so without too much trouble. The other guy then runs off.
The large girl calls the cops, the guy gets taken by the officers, and I have to hang around the scene until 3:15 AM talking to the police. Now there’s an investigation for assault, and I was the only witness.
So much for not dealing with the cops. So much for just talking to girls.
As for these two girls… yeah, they were crazy. They were defensive, but they said rather off-putting things as well.
For some reason, they call me a “hero” and thank me profusely. Their pretty cute friend, who shows a rather nice amount of chest, comes by the scene to comfort them. She also calls me a “hero” and thanks me profusely.
I don’t understand this. Not at all. I definitely wasn’t a hero in the slightest. First, I didn’t really do much besides restrain a flailing drunk guy. Second, I know that in actuality, maybe the girl wouldn’t have taken an impact to the face if I stepped in sooner.
Truthfully, I’ve questioned myself about this. Was I being wrongly selfish or rightfully risk-averse?
Hmm. Well, whatever their perception of the events was gave me a really amazing social frame. The seducer in me felt a slight inclination to act on it with the cute friend. But the logical brain informed me that this would be very weird, and I don’t want to stick around the scene for hours longer.
After I’m done talking with what seems like the entire police force, I get the hell out of there. The three girls see me walking away, yelling out something about a hero saving them.
So it wasn’t the most productive night.
But another day, another Lofty adventure.
This next week, though, HAS to be about making daygame progress.
I dunno, it’s just kinda thrown me off a little. Add in a few other stress factors from life, and I quickly see that I have to get back on track.
Anyway, on to Wednesday.
A 7:00 AM Covid test makes the start of my day rather unpleasant. Then 8:00 AM class, which also makes the stat of my day unpleasant. And it’s been windy, too, which my hair does not appreciate.
Still, I hope to get in approach in as I transition from class to work. While I walk across campus, I spot a blonde in a pink tracksuit in the distance behind me. I like the look, but it definitely is not standard attire for this part of the country. It gives me the sense that she’s not from around here. I slow down, and she speeds up, presumably because she wants me to talk to her.
She does catch up to me, almost hovering a bit at my side before fiddling with her phone. Cool, that worked out. Plus, we’re just about to be at a crosswalk, so we’ll both stop. Nice, nice.
But the walk signal comes just as we’re both about to stop, with my head simultaneously turning in her direction to open with an RPO about the beautiful campus. But because it was awkward timing with the crosswalk, we both do like a start-stop and keep walking across the street.
And nearly get hit by a bus that ran the red light.
So instead of my beautiful RPO, I just react and this is what happens.
Me: Yeah… getting hit by a bus would not be the best way to start your morning, would it? HB(taking out her AirPods): I’m sorry, what was that? *My hunch was right – she has a type of either Eastern European or Russian accent* Me: Getting hit by a bus… now that wouldn’t be the best way to start your morning, would it? HB: Haha no, definitely not!
Here is where I should have been actively thinking. Directly following this crosswalk, you can either go straight where hardly anyone goes, which is where my workplace is. Or you can go to the right where most go towards a few of the freshman dorms.
The look in her eyes confirms that she wants to continue the conversation. But the thing is that I should have anticipated that she would be taking a right. But after the bus thing altered my opening, I wasn’t calm enough. So she takes a right, expecting me to be going in the same direction, while I take one step too many in the other direction.
This is an incredibly awkward moment. She’s surprised, and I realized that I messed up – if I pivoted to go with her, pretty much all the sprezzatura is lost.
I hesitate while in quick contemplation as she says bye en route to her destination.
Completely botched.
H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E.
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, obviously.
After my afternoon class, I hold open the door for a cute, petite blonde that left the classroom right behind me. Actually, I was the first one out of that waste-of-a-time class, and I think I remember seeing her standing up to leave right after I did so. Then she followed me out of the door that I went through instead of the other door closer to her. Hmm.
So, yeah. I go for it as we walk out of the classroom and down the hallway.
Me: Hey there. You know when I was sitting in class, I realized something really interesting. Maybe you’ll relate to this. HB: Hi! Okay... Me: Have you ever noticed the feeling… like when you’re sitting in class… and the professor just goes on and on… that you kind of lose your sense of time and place… and your mind tends to drift off to things that are much enjoyable? HB: Oh yeah! Like daydreaming? Me: Like daydreaming… yeah, exactly. It’s always interesting what we daydream about, right? It can be a pleasurable moment from the past, or maybe something that we wish would happen. HB: For sure! So what were you thinking about during that boring lecture? Me: Oh… well, it was actually pretty fascinating. Because in the past, I always used to daydream about my ex. Like all those nice little moments we had together… basking in each other’s presence, you know? But that’s not what I daydream about anymore. HB: Oh? Me: Yeah… the past is the past – it’s time to move on to better things, right? So I just kind of muse about the thrill of adventure… spontaneity... doing things that I wouldn’t usually do… for example, even just taking a nice, relaxing walk around campus after class, feeling the brisk wind brush against my skin and really just feel rejuvenated by the feeling of being FREE and ALIVE, you know? HB: *blank face* HB: Yeah!
Awesome. I’ll just tell her to come on a walk with me.
But.
Now we’re just about to reach the point where continue down the hallway or down the staircase.
They do say that history repeats itself.
Redemption time. Fate gave me another chance to lead her down my path.
Then, as I’m about to ask her where she’s headed and that she could come on a walk with me, a feeling of apprehension creeps into my abdomen.
Due to being in the same class, there is no way I could manage an alias. I’ve come to desire full anonymity in my seductions now. As a result, I mentally hesitate while deciding whether or not I should pursue her.
Of course, I keep walking straight, and she turns to go down the staircase. Obviously wanting me to go with her. She says to “have a great night!!!!!!!” and that’s that.
I mismanaged it again. Should’ve done it.
Maybe part of these poor decision-making processes is my irregular sleeping schedule. I’d been awake for almost a full day by that last approach. Definitely having big trouble fixing this sleeping schedule for a number of reasons. But it’s an issue.
Enormously frustrated with myself, I went back to my apartment, fell asleep around 6:00 PM, then woke up around 1:00 AM unable to fall asleep again. So this rigid cycle continues.
Regardless, I need to refocus my mind. I’ve realized I don’t mentally prepare for daygame the same way that I did for street nightgame. With these changes, I think that I’ll be in a much better frame of mind.
Perhaps even one that will lead a happy sleep with a happy girl.
Friday, January 29, 2021 Street Nightgame – Heavy Make-Out and Physical Escalation
Oh, where do we start?
The part where my tongue is in mouth of this hot 18 year-old borderliner, or the part when an oddball girl punches my arm for no reason?
Ah, silly question. We’ll start at the beginning.
The weather is a bit warmer, so I’m anticipating that more horny college students will be roaming around, hopping from party to party. Or doing whatever, but this is really the new mindset for street nightgame these days. Catch, hook, and redirect.
In my recent night sessions, I’ve been getting out waaaaay too late. It puts unnecessary pressure on myself as I only will receive maybe a few approach opportunities within a couple hours. So, I slap on my new go-to mild temperature outfit, which is the green bomber, white undershirt, and white Air Force 1s. I love my black Puma sweatshirt and high-tops that I frequented in the fall, but this outfit is better for social frame. Clean and slightly divergent – just enough to be better dressed than most, but not knee-jerk in this conservatively-skewed environment. Most guys will just wear a polo and khakis. My Euro-sporty style probably made me a little too irregular. Just testing and learning now.
I began roaming around 10:30 PM. I’m doing my breathing exercises as I start my route when I think of a new post-up location where people frequently wait for rides at. Then, I think of an RPO that will set efficiently set some of my preferred frames to go along with it.
Hey there, you know, I’ve realized something interesting... maybe you have too. Have you ever noticed, like when you go out for the night, women often don’t get the respect they truly deserve? It’s like all these guys are so pushy and groping and needy, and you must not want these things... women must just desire someone who finally wants to talk to you... who wants YOU for YOU. Do you think this is true?
Then, I think of another. I’ll flesh this out in the future, but this will be another simple one for now. I didn’t realize it at first, but my brain definitely drew from Glow’s writings about masks.
Hey there, I’ve just realized something really fascinating. Maybe you have, too. Have you ever noticed how nightlife allows you to be who you want to be, do what you want to do, and put on a mask, or rather, TAKE OFF THE MASK... and become a truer version of yourself?
I guess the mask also has a meta tie-in to COVID times. Not sure why I decided to make these less descriptive than the others, but it just felt right in this case.
As I’m typing these into my Notes, I hear the footsteps of two girls carrying a box of beer while talking to two guys in a parked car. One of the girls starts walking towards me, smiling and saying OMG OMG. Intuition says that her friend wants to go home with these strangers. I briefly chat with her and think I might have a chance to pull if her friend leaves, but these dudes mess it up somehow. She leaves the conversation to their frustration, joining her friend at my side. Relieved and beer in-hand, they insist that I continue on with my night as they aim to continue theirs by meeting up with other friends. I wasn’t too into these girls, so I didn’t try that hard to pull this two-set at this point. The night was early. I had time. But in the back of my mind, I hoped it wasn’t a mistake.
My feet drift into familiar settings. Eventually, I see another two-set at the curbside. Once again, one of the girls is crying. Other one is consoling. What is going on this month…?
Not sure if they’re in a state to be gamed, so I just check-in to see if everything is okay. The crying girl immediately goes apeshit on me for zero reason. Yelling at me to GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY.
The response I choose is just, “Oh, I saw you were upset. I know how difficult it is for girls when they go out – it’s like they feel like they have so many stressful standards to live up to. I like checking-in with girls who may be upset for this reason, like I know how sometimes just talking things out really helps.”
She just flails around, yelling about how I’m such a jerk, and that her “friend was paralyzed yesterday and now I’m trying to talk to her!”
Then she punches my arm. The friend just mouths “Sorry.”
Half of my brain wants to ask her why the fuck she is drunk and wearing daisy-dukes at 11:00 PM if she was so, so distraught about her paralyzed friend. But there’s no point, so I move on.
Shifting to my post-up spot at a corner, I attempt to relax and decompress. There’s a male-female two-set that passes me, and the girl stops to stand in my face. Asks how my night is going. Eh, so-so I say. I need to sound something out to an open-minded person… take a listen to what happened to my friend Jada at a party…
Except this time, I’ve made an adjustment. My friend Jada is still approached by creeps, but now a mysterious man jumps in to defend her. They have an instant connection and go home together. It’s a happy story, self-pointing the qualities of the man to myself. Hoping to get her visualizing herself as the girl.
She’s hooked, but the guy who is clearly her defensive boyfriend drags her away.
Teevster was talking about this dynamic in the chat. She has sex, hence she can be flirty.
Oh well. It’s always a nice ego boost when a girl does the approaching. However, part of me knows that I mostly toss these events away – such as the girl who called me “beautiful.” Maybe if she was hotter it would have impacted me more. Or maybe I’m just so detached now that my emotions are ice.
I’m at the same spot when this drunk guy stumbles by me. Really drunk. Leans against the wall to my side and attempts to talk about our nights. He takes a liking to me mostly because he’s drunk, and I just pace him. Notes how cool he thinks that I am. Invites me to a party at the dorms. Nice. How many girls, I ask? Four, he says. How many guys, I ask? I’ll call and check, he says.
But it didn’t matter. Four girls is enough – I can isolate and handle the social frame of all of their presumably guy friends. It was irrelevant.
While I see him ringing a girl named Jenna, another male-female two-set walks by. The girl is just slightly above average, homey-looking brunette. Wearing a white oversized t-shirt and black leggings. And again, she stops right in front of me.
HBFrizzle: Oh my god, I love your hairband! Me: Thank you. I actually got it when I studied abroad in London two years ago. It always reminds me of how transformative that experience was, you know, just how it taught me to be open-minded, spontaneous, and a lover of all cultures and stuff. (Complete BS – I bought it on Amazon) HBFrizzle: Wow! Bend down your head so I can see it better… Me: Hmm…. HBFrizzle: Come on, bend down your head! *Drunk guy begins to tell these people to go away because we’re about to go to a party. I tell him to calm down* Me: Hmm… maybe if you ask me VERY nicely. (thought bending down my head would be really submissive posturing, so I didn’t want to do it) HBFrizzle(slightly confused): … please bend down your head? Me: Hey, have you ever noticed how the weather – the vibe of the air – can really affect the way that we feel? It’s like now, the temperature has cooled… and we’re relaxed as a result… but the brisk air brushing aga-
Then, the drunk guy aggressively shoves her friend. Wtf??? The friend is not a fighter-type, so he simply walks away. I say that I don’t even know that guy and how messed up that was. He says that he can tell that the girl likes me. And they’re not dating, but “she’s a score and a half.” And that I should “shoot my shot.” Thanks, man.
So, I just ditch the drunk guy and his party to walk alongside these two, thinking that I’ll be able to isolate her as he already approves of me. Unfortunately, their invite is less exciting than a party. They’re getting food from this sketchy little hut that is practically the only place open. Not even sure if the place is licensed. I don’t have money to spend, don’t want to go, and don’t want to idly wait while they eat their food.
I make the split-second call to eject. Dunno. Hoped I wouldn’t regret it. If she was hotter, the plan would’ve been to stick around.
Of course, I go back to find the guy I just ditched. I spot him hopping into the bed of a pick-up truck. The driver also asks me if I want a ride to the dorm. But the drunk guy is understandably upset at me after he thought we were such good friends. Yeah… so I eject.
It’s an active night.
As I go back to the same post-up location, I notice a two-set at the crosswalk. One of them is hugging a dude, saying goodbye. The other girl, a cute, petite blonde wearing this white corset-looking top and blue jeans, notices me. When I get close, she starts acting like she’s making an emotional goodbye to me as her friend is to the dude. The girl, HBThorn, opens up her arms for a hug. Kind of weird, but I won’t say no!
HBThorn: It was so nice to meet you, oh my god! I can’t believe you’re leaving!!! Me: Oh my god, I know. You were like the coolest, most spontaneous girl I’ve ever met. There’s this vibe about you that just makes you so different from all these other girls who are so superficial… you’re simply one-of a kind. HB(pushing away from the hug and taking a curious look into my eyes): Hi. Me: Hi. Besides tearful goodbyes, what are you up to? HB: Haha. We’re just going back to [dorm] now. Me: Wow, me too. You’re a freshman, then. Me too - I live off-campus but was planning on going that direction to meet up with some friends. We can walk and talk on the way there. (Lots and lots of social frame BS) HB: Okay!
Her friend, who is actually a quite attractive blonde, makes her way over. A quick introduction, and she quietly walks ahead of us while HBThorn and I chat. I fractionate through the three keys. Hit some SOTs like connection, adventure, and relaxation in stressful times. Says she likes gymnastics and playing the violin to relax. Perfectly sets up my plausible deniability of producing a song together. I’m close to breaking her will. Very close. She’s bumping shoulders and all that. Wants me. Her friend is the issue. Poor girl doesn’t want to be viewed as a slut. Accordingly, I enter a discussion of how much of a shame it is that women are judged so harshly, and how sexual freedom is true liberation and independence.
This brings us to the courtyard in front of the dorm. Different dorm than the all-girls one. It’s co-ed, so while I’m not supposed to go in because of COVID… I could. The three of us are standing there while I persist to continue our conversation inside, maybe talking about making music. After all, we’re spontaneous people, right? We wouldn’t want to regret not talking advantage of a chance encounter with an interesting stranger…
Me: Yeah, it’s been such a calming and relaxing conversation, hasn’t it? Feels like I’ve known you for my entire life… I get the sense that you are the type of girl to connect with people very quickly. So let’s just go inside and talk about music a little more… just kind of winding down the night, you know? HBThorn: I’m soooooo tired, though. I don’t stay up late. Me: Oh, I understand. How late do you usually stay up? HB: Well, 3 or so… Me: Hey, you’re actually a bit of a night owl… that’s pretty late. It’s 2:00… that gives us one hour… then I’ll leave and you can go to sleep. HB: …. HotFriend: I just texted Logan! He’s coming to let us in. Me: Wait, so you don’t live here? HB: Yeah… not at this specific dorm, a different one. She’s going to hang out with her boyfriend for a while. Me: Perfect. If he’s as cool as you two, I’d love to meet him. And then we can just go on a soothing walk to put the cherry-on-top of our nights… HB: I’m really tired though… Do you smoke weed? Me: How come you ask? HB: Haha, I get that about your vibe. Do you do acid? Me: Are you profiling me? HB: Hahahhahaaha noooooooo HB: I’m honestly tired, but we should hang out another time! What’s your SnapChat? Me: I recently deleted my social media. It was stressful for me… I’m sure you understand – it was time for a new and refreshing life. HB: I get that! Do you do phone numbers? Me: Wouldn’t you rather take advantage of NOW? We can’t control the future… there’s all these overbearing things like school, COVID, work… we’ll be so busy that who knows if we’ll see each other again? But we can control the NOW… that’s up to US. We can make it an unforgettable time… you wouldn’t want to regret anything, right? I wouldn’t… HB: No, but, please? Me: We can go on a walk first, then I’ll give you my number. HB: HB: Can I give your number to my friend, then? She’s really hot. You two have such the same vibe!!
She whips out her phone, and shows me her friend’s Instagram page. Hey, she is really hot. Way hotter than HBThorn. Sorry.
Damn, she’s a hot bad bitch who I assume smokes weed and does acid. Yeah, you can give her my number. But how do I know she’ll text me?
So HBThorn sends a Snap message to her hot friend, HBMarina. It says something about how she met this cute guy named Lofty who will be sending her a text. And that we have such a similar vibe and should meet up. Thanks!
It works like this. HBThorn actually takes my number haha. That would’ve been super Mach if she truly wanted it for herself. Then she sends me HBMarina’s number. I make a note to text her, but I don’t get my hopes up. It’s cool, though.
This Logan guy, the boyfriend, comes out to let them in. It’s kind of sudden, and they leave before I react or charm him. We move on.
I’m near a cluster of dorms, so I might as well hang out here. After all, where people live… there are hot girls. Logic.
Pacing around a pond and reflecting for a moment, something in the distance catches my eye. Hey, it’s a hot girl walking out of a patch of shrubs.
Wait, what.
Yeah, she just comes out of these trees from nowhere. Peculiar. But she’s hot, so I use my phone as a prop and plan my steps to pass her on the sidewalk.
This girl is tall and long-legged. Wearing a cardigan-thing that is opened up to show her tan bra. Tight blue jeans with a black belt. Yes yes yes yes yes.
Instead of me intercepting her walk, she simply hovers by the trees and is visibly looking around for something. I near and she looks at me.
Me: Hey, is everything alright? It’s been such a busy night full of fun… who knows what will happen next? But yeah… it looks like you’re searching for something, is that right? HBLissome: Hey! Yeah it has been a fun night, but I just lost my purse taking a shortcut through these trees and bushes. It must have got caught somewhere. I NEED TO FIND IT!!!!!! Me: No worries, we all have been through this many times. We’ll find it. Here, I’ll help you look. HB: Really? Me: Yeah, no one wants to be left alone in a situation likes this. When you need a helping hand, it’s always so much better to know that you have someone else you can trust and depend on. Because then, you don’t even feel worried at all. HB: Yeah! Me: So what does it look like? HB(abruptly hysterical): OH MY GOD IT’S A $3000 LOUIS VUITTON SPECIAL EDITION BLACK PURSE WITH SILVER BEADS AND IT’S LIKE MAYBE 6 INCHES AND YOU CAN’T BUY IT ANYMORE AND I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT!!!! I CAN’T BELEIVE I LOST IT!!!! *HBLissome starts crying*
Oh come on. Do I have magnetic attraction to crying Cluster Bs or something? Seriously.
Me: Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s been a long night for me, too. You’re upset, it’s stressful. You can let it all out, and I won’t judge you. I respect you for being so tough and independent – it’s okay to be emotional. We’ll find your super special purse, okay? HB: Will you please help me find it? Me: I know… for a fact… that we’ll find it… together. *strong eye contact* Me: Now… you won’t be able to see much with tears in your eyes. Try this. We’ll do a soothing breathing technique. Just… match my breathing. In for seven seconds… out for seven seconds. Breathe in… and breathe out… and it’ll all be okay…
As I say this, I embrace her with my hands on her shoulders. A gentle touch. She moves in closer when matching my breathing, and then touches her forehead to mine. Then another breath. Her nose touches mine. One more breath. Now her mouth touches mine.
Wow, wow, wow. She’s making out with me incredibly intensely. Incredibly intensely. HBLissome is fantastically passionate, and it’s awesome. Her tongue is all over my lips, and her hands start flying over my body. I begin to feel her as well, and she feels amazing. But I know that I need to compose myself quicky. Using every ounce of my horny manpower, I pull away. She just jumps all over my face again. I pull away once more.
HBLissome says, “Please help me find my purse so we can go fuck.”
Okay, HBLissome. Let’s do just that.
I become a crazyman going insane through these shrubs trying to find this fucking purse. My hand is a vicious scythe as I swipe away the brambles and undergrowth.
But we’re not finding it anywhere. 20 minutes go by, and we can’t find it. She’s still upset, although she calms down some when we start groping each other again.
Her phone is going crazy. She thinks it’s her friends. Taking a pause from our mouth-to-mouth, she glances at her phone. Oh, it’s her MOM. At 3:00 AM.
Apparently this girl texted her mom that she lost the purse right before I opened her. Then, she didn’t pick up her phone. Resultantly, her mom became understandably worried. So worried, in fact, that she called the police to come find her and help locate the purse.
Not the police, again…
Moreover, she begins to bawl on the phone while lamenting over this $3000 SPECIAL EDITION LOUIS VUITTON BLACK PURSE THAT YOU CAN’T GET ANYWHERE. The phone call, well, broke circle.
And I have to get out of there. Since I don’t live on-campus, I’m not supposed to be over here due to COVID restrictions. I’d get a violation of some kind. Plus, I had recently witnessed that assault last week and dealt with the police for hours then – I don’t want to go through that again. Lastly, the police would surely drive or escort a lone girl home this late anyway.
Lofty is out of luck.
I wish her well and skedaddle.
In hindsight, I should’ve number closed this one. And also just escalated to sex in the undergrowth. For some reason, however, I get the feeling that sticking my dick in her would’ve led to some form of drama because she was an absolute borderliner. Perhaps it was for the best… maybe. I mean, her tongue was so awesome on my lips. Imagine what it would have been like on my…
Friday, January 29, 2021 Street Nightgame – Heavy Make-Out and Physical Escalation
Oh, where do we start?
The part where my tongue is in mouth of this hot 18 year-old borderliner, or the part when an oddball girl punches my arm for no reason?
Ah, silly question. We’ll start at the beginning.
The weather is a bit warmer, so I’m anticipating that more horny college students will be roaming around, hopping from party to party. Or doing whatever, but this is really the new mindset for street nightgame these days. Catch, hook, and redirect.
In my recent night sessions, I’ve been getting out waaaaay too late. It puts unnecessary pressure on myself as I only will receive maybe a few approach opportunities within a couple hours. So, I slap on my new go-to mild temperature outfit, which is the green bomber, white undershirt, and white Air Force 1s. I love my black Puma sweatshirt and high-tops that I frequented in the fall, but this outfit is better for social frame. Clean and slightly divergent – just enough to be better dressed than most, but not knee-jerk in this conservatively-skewed environment. Most guys will just wear a polo and khakis. My Euro-sporty style probably made me a little too irregular. Just testing and learning now.
I began roaming around 10:30 PM. I’m doing my breathing exercises as I start my route when I think of a new post-up location where people frequently wait for rides at. Then, I think of an RPO that will set efficiently set some of my preferred frames to go along with it.
Hey there, you know, I’ve realized something interesting... maybe you have too. Have you ever noticed, like when you go out for the night, women do often don’t get the respect they truly deserve? It’s like all these guys are so pushy and groping and needy, and you must not want these things... women must just desire someone who finally wants to talk to you... who wants YOU for YOU. Do you think this is true?
Then, I think of another. I’ll flesh this out in the future, but this will be another simple one for now. I didn’t realize it at first, but my brain definitely drew from Glow’s writings about masks.
Hey there, I’ve just realized something really fascinating. Maybe you have, too. Have you ever noticed how nightlife allows you to be who you want to be, do what you want to do, and become a truer version of yourself?
I guess the mask also has a meta tie-in to COVID times. Not sure why I decided to make these less descriptive than the others, but it just felt right in this case.
As I’m typing these into my Notes, I hear the footsteps of two girls carrying a box of beer while talking to two guys in a parked car. One of the girls starts walking towards me, smiling and saying OMG OMG. Intuition says that her friend wants to go home with these strangers. I briefly chat with her and think I might have a chance to pull if her friend leaves, but these dudes mess it up somehow. She leaves the conversation to their frustration, joining her friend at my side. Relieved and beer in-hand, they insist that I continue on with my night as they aim to continue theirs by meeting up with other friends. I wasn’t too into these girls, so I didn’t try that hard to pull this two-set at this point. The night was early. I had time. But in the back of my mind, I hoped it wasn’t a mistake.
My feet drift into familiar settings. Eventually, I see another two-set at the curbside. Once again, one of the girls is crying. Other one is consoling. What is going on this month…?
Not sure if they’re in a state to be gamed, so I just check-in to see if everything is okay. The crying girl immediately goes apeshit on me for zero reason. Yelling at me to GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY.
The response I choose is just, “Oh, I saw you were upset. I know how difficult it is for girls when they go out – it’s like they feel like they have so many stressful standards to live up to. I like checking-in with girls who may be upset for this reason, like I know how sometimes just talking things out really helps.”
She just flails around, yelling about how I’m such a jerk, and that her “friend was paralyzed yesterday and now I’m trying to talk to her!”
Then she punches my arm. The friend just mouths “Sorry.”
Half of my brain wants to ask her why the fuck she is drunk and wearing daisy-dukes at 11:00 PM if she was so, so distraught about her paralyzed friend. But there’s no point, so I move on.
Shifting to my post-up spot at a corner, I attempt to relax and decompress. There’s a male-female two-set that passes me, and the girl stops to stand in my face. Asks how my night is going. Eh, so-so I say. I need to sound something out to an open-minded person… take a listen to what happened to my friend Jada at a party…
Except this time, I’ve made an adjustment. My friend Jada is still approached by creeps, but now a mysterious man jumps in to defend her. They have an instant connection and go home together. It’s a happy story, self-pointing the qualities of the man to myself. Hoping to get her visualizing herself as the girl.
She’s hooked, but the guy who is clearly her defensive boyfriend drags her away.
Teevster was talking about this dynamic in the chat. She has sex, hence she can be flirty.
Oh well. It’s always a nice ego boost when a girl does the approaching. However, part of me knows that I mostly toss these events away – such as the girl who called me “beautiful.” Maybe if she was hotter it would have impacted me more. Or maybe I’m just so detached now that my emotions are ice.
I’m at the same spot when this drunk guy stumbles by me. Really drunk. Leans against the wall to my side and attempts to talk about our nights. He takes a liking to me mostly because he’s drunk, and I just pace him. Notes how cool he thinks that I am. Invites me to a party at the dorms. Nice. How many girls, I ask? Four, he says. How many guys, I ask? I’ll call and check, he says.
But it didn’t matter. Four girls is enough – I can isolate and handle the social frame of all of their presumably guy friends. It was irrelevant.
While I see him ringing a girl named Jenna, another male-female two-set walks by. The girl is just slightly above average, homey-looking brunette. Wearing a white oversized t-shirt and black leggings. And again, she stops right in front of me.
HBFrizle: Oh my god, I love your hairband! Me: Thank you. I actually got it when I studied abroad in London two years ago. It always reminds me of how transformative that experience was, you know, just how it taught me to be open-minded, spontaneous, and a lover of all cultures and stuff. (Complete BS – I bought it on Amazon) HBFrizzle: Wow! Bend down your head so I can see it better… Me: Hmm…. HBFrizzle: Come on, bend down your head! *Drunk guy begins to tell these people to go away because we’re about to go to a party. I tell him to calm down* Me: Hmm… maybe if you ask me VERY nicely. (thought bending down my head would be really submissive posturing, so I didn’t want to do it) HBFrizzle(slightly confused): … please bend down your head? Me: Hey, have you ever noticed how the weather – the vibe of the air – can really affect the way that we feel? It’s like now, the temperature has cooled… and we’re relaxed as a result… but the brisk air brushing aga-
Then, the drunk guy aggressively shoves her friend. Wtf??? The friend is not a fighter-type, so he simply walks away. I say that I don’t even know that guy and how messed up that was. He says that he can tell that the girl likes me. And they’re not dating, but “she’s a score and a half.” And that I should “shoot my shot.” Thanks, man.
So, I just ditch the drunk guy and his party to walk alongside these two, thinking that I’ll be able to isolate her as he already approves of me. Unfortunately, their invite is less exciting than a party. They’re getting food from this sketchy little hut that is practically the only place open. Not even sure if the place is licensed. I don’t have money to spend, don’t want to go, and don’t want to idly wait while they eat their food.
I make the split-second call to eject. Dunno. Hoped I wouldn’t regret it. If she was hotter, the plan would’ve been to stick around.
Of course, I go back to find the guy I just ditched. I spot him hopping into the bed of a pick-up truck. The driver also asks me if I want a ride to the dorm. But the drunk guy is understandably upset at me after he thought we were such good friends. Yeah… so I eject.
It’s an active night.
As I go back to the same post-up location, I notice a two-set at the crosswalk. One of them is hugging a dude, saying goodbye. The other girl, a cute, petite blonde wearing this white corset-looking top and blue jeans, notices me. When I get close, she starts acting like she’s making an emotional goodbye to me as her friend is to the dude. The girl, HBThorn, opens up her arms for a hug. Kind of weird, but I won’t say no!
HBThorn: It was so nice to meet you, oh my god! I can’t believe you’re leaving!!! Me: Oh my god, I know. You were like the coolest, most spontaneous girl I’ve ever met. There’s this vibe about you that just makes you so different from all these other girls who are so superficial… you’re simply one-of a kind. HB(pushing away from the hug and taking a curious look into my eyes): Hi. Me: Hi. Besides tearful goodbyes, what are you up to? HB: Haha. We’re just going back to [dorm] now. Me: Wow, me too. You’re a freshman, then. Me too - I live off-campus but was planning on going that direction to meet up with some friends. We can walk and talk on the way there. (Lots and lots of social frame BS) HB: Okay!
Her friend, who is actually a quite attractive blonde, makes her way over. A quick introduction, and she quietly walks ahead of us while HBThorn and I chat. I fractionate through the three keys. Hit some SOTs like connection, adventure, and relaxation in stressful times. Says she likes gymnastics and playing the violin to relax. Perfectly sets up my plausible deniability of producing a song together. I’m close to breaking her will. Very close. She’s bumping shoulders and all that. Wants me. Her friend is the issue. Poor girl doesn’t want to be viewed as a slut. Accordingly, I enter a discussion of how much of a shame it is that women are judged so harshly, and how sexual freedom is true liberation and independence.
This brings us to the courtyard in front of the dorm. Different dorm than the all-girls one. It’s co-ed, so while I’m not supposed to go in because of COVID… I could. The three of us are standing there while I persist to continue our conversation inside, maybe talking about making music. After all, we’re spontaneous people, right? We wouldn’t want to regret not talking advantage of a chance encounter with an interesting stranger…
Me: Yeah, it’s been such a calming and relaxing conversation, hasn’t it? Feels like I’ve known you for my entire life… I get the sense that you are the type of girl to connect with people very quickly. So let’s just go inside and talk about music a little more… just kind of winding down the night, you know? HBThorn: I’m soooooo tired, though. I don’t stay up late. Me: Oh, I understand. How late do usually stay up? HB: Well, 3 or so… Me: Hey, you’re actually a bit of a night owl… that’s pretty late. It’s 2:00… that gives us one hour… then I’ll leave and you can go to sleep. HB: …. HotFriend: I just texted Logan! He’s coming to let us in. Me: Wait, so you don’t live here? HB: Yeah… not at this specific dorm, a different one. She’s going to hand out with her boyfriend for a while. Me: Perfect. If he’s as cool as you two, I’d love to meet him. And then we can just go on a soothing walk to put the cherry-on-top of our nights… HB: I’m really tired though… Do you smoke weed? Me: How come you ask? HB: Haha, I get that about your vibe. Do you do acid? Me: Are you profiling me? HB: Hahahhahaaha noooooooo HB: I’m honestly tired, but we should hang out another time! What’s your SnapChat? Me: I recently deleted my social media. It was stressful for me… I’m sure you understand – it was time for a new and refreshing life. HB: I get that! Do you do phone numbers? Me: Wouldn’t you rather take advantage of NOW? We can’t control the future… there’s all these overbearing things like school, COVID, work… we’ll be so busy that who knows if we’ll see each other again? But we can control the NOW… that’s up to US. We can make it an unforgettable time… you wouldn’t want to regret anything, right? I wouldn’t… HB: No, but, please? Me: We can go on a walk first, then I’ll give you my number. HB: HB: Can I give your number to my friend, then? She’s really hot. You two have such the same vibe!!
She whips out her phone, and shows me her friend’s Instagram page. Hey, she is really hot. Way hotter than HBThorn. Sorry.
Damn, she’s a hot bad bitch who I assume smokes weed and does acid. Yeah, you can give her my number. But how do I know she’ll text me?
So HBThorn sends a Snap message to her hot friend, HBMarina. It says something about how she met this cute guy named Lofty who will be sending her a text. And that we have such a similar vibe and should meet up. Thanks!
It works like this. HBThorn actually takes my number haha. That would’ve been super Mach if she truly wanted it for herself. Then she sends me HBMarina’s number. I make a note to text her, but I don’t get my hopes up. It’s cool, though.
This Logan guy, the boyfriend, comes out to let them in. It’s kind of sudden, and they leave before I react or charm him. We move on.
I’m near a cluster of dorms, so I might as well hang out here. After all, where people live… there are hot girls. Logic.
Pacing around a pond and reflecting for a moment, something in the distance catches my eye. Hey, it’s a hot girl walking out of a patch of shrubs.
Wait, what.
Yeah, she just comes out of these trees from nowhere. Peculiar. But she’s hot, so I use my phone as a prop and plan my steps to pass her on the sidewalk.
This girl is tall and long-legged. Wearing a cardigan-thing that is opened up to show her tan bra. Tight blue jeans with a black belt. Yes yes yes yes yes.
Instead of me intercepting her walk, she simply hovers by the trees and is visibly looking around for something. I near and she looks at me.
Me: Hey, is everything alright? It’s been such a busy night full of fun… who knows what will happen next? But yeah… it looks like you’re searching for something, is that right? HBLissome: Hey! Yeah it has been a fun night, but I just lost my purse taking a shortcut through these trees and bushes. It must have got caught somewhere. I NEED TO FIND IT!!!!!! Me: No worries, we all have been through these many times. We’ll find it. Here, I’ll help you look. HB: Really? Me: Yeah, no one wants to be left alone in a situation likes this. When you need a helping hand, it’s always so much better to know that you have someone else you can trust and depend on. Because then, you don’t even feel worried at all. HB: Yeah! Me: So what does it look like? HB(abruptly hysterical): OH MY GOD IT’S A $3000 LOUIS VUITTON SPECIAL EDITION BLACK PURSE WITH SILVER BEADS AND IT’S LIKE MAYBE 6 INCHES AND YOU CAN’T BUY IT ANYMORE AND I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT!!!! I CAN’T BELEIVE I LOST IT!!!! *HBLissome starts crying*
Oh come on. Do I have magnetic attraction to crying Cluster Bs or something? Seriously.
Me: Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s been a long night for me, too. You’re upset, it’s stressful. You can let it all out, and I won’t judge you. I respect you for being so tough and independent – it’s okay to be emotional. We’ll find your super special purse, okay? HB: Will you please help me find it? Me: I know… for a fact… that we’ll find it… together. *strong eye contact* Me: Now… you won’t be able to see much with tears in your eyes. Try this. We’ll do a soothing breathing technique. Just… match my breathing. In for seven seconds… out for seven seconds. Breathe in… and breathe out… and it’ll all be okay…
As I say this, I embrace her with my hands on her shoulders. A gentle touch. She moves in closer when matching my breathing, and then touches her forehead to mine. Then another breath. Her nose touches mine. One more breath. Now her mouth touches mine.
Wow, wow, wow. She’s making out with me incredibly intensely. Incredibly intensely. HBLissome is fantastically passionate, and it’s awesome. Her tongue is all over my lips, and her hands start flying over my body. I begin to feel her as well, and she feels amazing. But I know that I need to compose myself quicky. Using every ounce of my horny manpower, I pull away. She just jumps all over my face again. I pull away once more.
HBLissome says, “Please help me find my purse so we can go fuck.”
Okay, HBLissome. Let’s do just that.
I become a crazyman going insane through these shrubs trying to find this fucking purse. My hand is a vicious scythe as I swipe away the brambles and undergrowth.
But we’re not finding it anywhere. 20 minutes go by, and we can’t find it. She’s still upset, although she calms down some when we start groping each other again.
Her phone is going crazy. She thinks it’s her friends. Taking a pause from our mouth-to-mouth, she glances at her phone. Oh, it’s her MOM. At 3:00 AM.
Apparently this girl texted her mom that she lost the purse right before I opened her. Then, she didn’t pick up her phone. Resultantly, her mom became understandably worried. So worried, in fact, that she called the police to come find her and help locate the purse.
Not the police, again…
Moreover, she begins to bawl on the phone while lamenting over this $3000 SPECIAL EDITION LOUIS VUITTON BLACK PURSE THAT YOU CAN’T GET ANYWHERE. The phone call, well, broke circle.
And I have to get out of there. Since I don’t live on-campus, I’m not supposed to be over here due to COVID restrictions. I’d get a violation of some kind. Plus, I had recently witnessed that assault last week and dealt with the police for hours then – I don’t want to go through that again. Lastly, the police would surely drive or escort a lone girl home this late anyway.
Lofty is out of luck.
I wish her well and skedaddle.
In hindsight, I should’ve number closed this one. And also just escalated to sex in the undergrowth. For some reason, however, I get the feeling that sticking my dick in her would’ve led to some form of drama because she was an absolute borderliner. Perhaps it was for the best… maybe. I mean, her tongue was so awesome on my lips. Imagine what it would have been like on my…
First and foremost, I did go out approaching on Saturday night as well.
The slicing wind combined with the pestering drizzle did not make for an easy outing.
There wasn’t too much action considering the poor weather, though I did note a few observations. A girl standing in a stationary group smiled at me – for some reason, I got that sense that I could have stopped walking and motioned her over to me. That would've been cool. Might have to give it a go next time.
Also noted a girl mirroring the vernacular of a guy she was chatting with. It was comical, even. But this displays the strength of the authority frame at both the interpersonal and societal level.
Didn't reach the hook point with one particular moving girl. Hey, can’t win ‘em all.
Last legitimate opportunity of the night was when the drizzle morphed into downpour. I took shelter under an awning beside a building, and over the next twenty-five minutes or so, others joined me. At first was a group of four guys. They asked me if I knew of a party. Then came a group of three girls. As they join us, I tell one of the guys, “Well, the party just came.”
I open the girl who stands closest to me – and she’s just okay like the rest of them – but the other guys don’t put in any work. Just as Bacchus wrote in his last post. In fact, these guys literally walk away seconds after the girls come. I occupy the minds of the girls for some time with the pattering of the rain in the background, although my focus is still on the first girl.
Eventually, her friends leave and she remains with me. At this point, I thought that it could happen. The friends generally approved of me, but one made my target promise to remain on FaceTime with her until she got home. I ignored that and immersed her further. She was talkative and a PPP. Said she liked cycling, but truthfully, she did not have the body of a cyclist. I fed her ego anyway, with that and other things. Set the same plausible deniability of the music production and she was interested. Yet, I faced more “it’s too late” objections that I never completely handled. This may have been an indication that my anti-ASD and sexual arousal frames were not strong enough.
I persisted for her to stay and continue our conversation many times – she never left and always was engaged. I’m fractionating back to sexual arousal frames when she says something about how she believes “women need to be in more power over men.”
This would have been a good time to pull out that Male Submissiveness gambit, but I was honestly becoming rather bearish about her personality in tandem with her average looks. A wildcard hits when more of her friends walk by, and I make no further persistence when she leaves with them. The conversation lasted around 30 minutes, and I was not enjoying her presence anymore. But it was good mid-game practice.
Last approach for Saturday night was a girl who passed me on the sidewalk. I didn’t see her face before opening, and when I did, well, she was far below average. Eject.
For Monday, pretty much my only interaction with the opposite sex was with HBFoxxy in-class. I gave a presentation, and I saw her smiling under her mask as I gave my seduction-influenced verbals. Granted, I didn’t care about this presentation at all and my command faded towards the end. But I know she likes hearing me speak and familiarizes with me at some level. It’s just been tough to break through the social frame of her rejecting me in a time that feels long ago.
Like, I have to be careful regarding any sexual arousal frames with her now. Because she already knows that I want to bang her. I see what Bacchus means when he says that being direct and sex talk will lead to lots of ASD and LMR. I teeter on a precarious line with her if I make any attempts at sexual verbals. It’s still an experimental project with her, though, so no pressure... theoretically. I always feel the pressure to do my best, and "best" means bang.
Tuesday – a rather yucky day.
Wednesday saw me miss an opportunity to have a nice, isolated conversation with HBFoxxy around 9:00 AM. Messed it up big-time because I let her walk away. Don’t want to talk about it…
So I was very upset as I lamented on a terrible missed opportunity. Thinking very negative thoughts. I attempt to close myself off to this negativity by crossing my arms and reminiscing over HBWildflower lustfully sucking my dick with her ass up in the air. A pleasant thought.
Next, I look up into the sky. What do I see?
A clear blue sky except for a single streak of clouds.
Cirrus clouds.
I laugh while remembering that everything is all okay.
Then later in the day, we have a very, very interesting development. I texted HBMarina on Saturday afternoon – the hot sorority sister of HBThorn who gave me her number after I rejected her own number close – and didn’t expect a response. But I got one. Made a mistake after a few texts, and then waited to see if she’d text me in a few days. And she did. It wasn't perfect, but did it actually get the job done?
Here’s what we’ve got:
1/30 – 2/3ish Text Conversation With HBMarina Context: On Friday, I approached a two-set. I immersed a girl named HBThorn but wasn't able to successfully pull. I turned down her number close because I wanted to persist for the SNL, but she must have taken that as a rejection. Very interestingly, she then shows me the Instagram page of a sorority sister, HBMarina, who is hotter than her. She offers me HBMarina's number, and I see HBThorn send HBMarina a Snap message describing how she gave her number to a cool guy named Lofty and that we have "the same vibe."
1/30, ~3:00 PM Me: hey HBMarina, i met a friend of yours last night who kept saying we had “the same vibe” so she gave me your number. Said you were fun, spontaneous, and open-minded haha. did she tell you about this? im Lofty btw
1/30, ~6:00 PM HBMarina: Hey lofty haha yes HBThorn told me that same thing HBMarina: I’m curious to know how we’re similar tho we gotta meet each other soon Me: yeah i feel like when people have similarities, deep connections can form quickly. so maybe we should see just how similar we are. do you like relaxing walks and deep conversations? HBMarina: Absolutely I do HBMarina: Do you like going hammoking and listening to chill, vibey type music? Me: Absolutely I do. I actually am a music producer and make chill, vibey music. seems like HBThorn was right about us Me: what time are you free tonight? maybe we can chill and do some of these calming things together HBMarina: No wayy dude my brother produces music too HBMarina: We should do it during the day sometime soon HBMarina: I’m going to a party w a few of my friends around 10 Me: the similarities just keep on coming. and I get it, you want to have fun with your friends. a great way to wind down your saturday night Me: no worries HBMarina, i’ll probably be hanging with friends too. we can just go on a walk tomorrow
2/3, ~5:30 PM HBMarina: Oh my gosh I’m sorry I didn’t see that you wanted to go for a walk on Sunday HBMarina: We should go hammocking this week
2/4, ~12:00 AM Me: hammocking sounds super fun. like we can escape into our own little world together. when are you free?
2/4, ~2:00 AM HBMarina: I’m free on Sunday. We should definitely go at sunrise or sunset tho Me: hey there night owl. good idea - let’s do sunrise on sunday. i take it that you know a good spot? (note: I did not want to do sunset because of the potential for her to flake for a Super Bowl party) HBMarina: You’d be correct HBMarina: [nearby lake] is a very pretty spot to do it Me: sounds like we have a plan. your ideas are fresh and interesting. i can already tell that you’re not like most girls Me: im very curious what I’ll see when i look into your eyes
2/4, ~3:30 AM HBMarina: You think so? and woahh so ur saying u wanna eye gaze ?
This hot girl has never even seen me before and is investing like this? We already have a date for hammocking for a lakeside sunrise on Sunday?
Thank you HBThorn for that social frame. And for playing matchmaker with your hotter friend when I rejected your number close.
I like it. I like it a lot. Made the mistake of checking out her Instagram page and I’m like yeah… gimme that.
Now in the words of my friend fog… what to say? Thinking about sending something off in the next couple of hours. Preliminary options:
Preliminary Options for Next Text to HBMarina
2/4, ~2:00 AM HBMarina: I’m free on Sunday. We should definitely go at sunrise or sunset tho Me: hey there night owl. good idea - let’s do sunrise on sunday. i take it that you know a good spot? (note: I did not want to do sunset because of the potential for her to flake for a Super Bowl party) HBMarina: You’d be correct HBMarina: [nearby lake] is a very pretty spot to do it Me: sounds like we have a plan. your ideas are fresh and interesting. i can already tell that you’re not like most girls Me: im very curious what I’ll see when i look into your eyes
2/4, ~3:30 AM HBMarina: You think so? and woahh so ur saying u wanna eye gaze ?
Option 1:
have you ever had that feeling when you just stare into someones eyes and you get these little special unexplainable tingles deep down inside... like butterflies but even better?
i love that feeling.
Option 2:
most guys don’t value these little moments of intimacy with girls. but thats what I like the most. deep eye contact. tiny smiles. blushing. feeling the tension in the air.
Option 3:
maybe you agree with this... i feel like there’s nothing quite like staring into the soulful eyes of someone you connect with
and sometimes these connections can happen very quickly...
Option 4:
have you ever had the feeling when you just meet someone but it feels like you’ve known them forever?
Option 5:
Much better options that are currently unknown
Three things come to mind while reading this update.
First, just consider the social frame you could have wielded if you followed through with that party invitation. Also note that the more charm you exude the easier it becomes to get yourself regular invites to dorm and college parties. . . and you're already a charmer. What's more is as you may have already guessed. . . these dumb college guys you see around. . . are always on the lookout for some wingmen who can hook. . . to save their socially-inept asses.
Then when you're talking to some horny girl you immersed inside their dorm. . . just find a place for the two of you to disappear.
Yep, that would have been some blazing-hot social frame. I guess it was that split-second decision between that passerby girl who was asking about my hair or taking the chance with the party. In hindsight, I should have done the latter – especially because I still needed to isolate the other girl anyway. Hopefully I can procure another similar opportunity and take advantage of it this way next time.
Which brings us to my second note here, this concerns inviting girls home. If you're going to use your music production as plausible deniability, mention it earlier as a stimulating open loop. . . without making any invitations whatsoever first. Then later after your tight anti-ASD framing you can then re-open this loop to make your invite. This way it will be easier for her to believe that prolonged exposure to her wonderful personality. . . prompted this invite.
Especially if you frame it along the lines of . . ."You know, there was this demo for a song/beat/melody that I was working on the other day. And I would like. . . to get your opinion on it." If she bothers to ask for a sneak-peak on your phone, then you know she's curious. So just say you only have it on your "studio files" because you haven't added all the song lyrics yet. But it's so fun to become immersed in the deep sounds of your speakers or headphones.
So essentially, seeding pulls beforehand, sparking more intrigue. . . and less thoughts of responsibility in her will improve the effects of this innovative pull strategy. Save your invitation to make songs together for dates instead. Now, another helpful tip when getting yourself invited into dorms. . . is accepting invitations their to smoke weed. Then just making sure you remain a sober seducer. . . as you discreetly avoid inhaling any of their marijuana smoke.
I think I’ve read before that you’re quite fond of open loops, and I can see why. Looking at them in-depth, I can see how this will not only improve my plausible deniability but also my fractionation. Because now I’m sort of just talking through one topic, then fractionating to the next. So I see that I’m missing out on late-game ammunition by being too hasty with these topics.
Then of course is that extra oomph to the plausible deniability. This is a significant portion of my game that needs refinement – I consistently flirt with that 3rd transition phase, but it has not been fully conquered. I will make the adjustment with your suggestion. It’s like what you do with your portraits except pensively tailored to the music. Thank you for the thought.
On the other hand, you still gained a valuable experience, after turning down that dorm-invite. Hearing a hot chick say she'll fuck you. . . if you help her find her purse must have felt rather exhilarating. I've had similar offers over the years. . . but you know what? I'm not sure what would've happened if I helped any of these girls find their purses, phones, or winter jackets then. The odds aren't great. . . so I don't recommend it. While you can join the search for some moments as a quick pace. . . make sure you suddenly have a spontaneous-seeming idea to call a local authority for some "professional help".
Now imagine if you were the one making a lost property call to the police. Less responsibility for her again. . . a much shorter phone call before you proceed. . . and high odds of her sticking around with you. Since the person who makes these calls often gets updates first. Try it out next time around.
It was awesome indeed. When she practically offered her body to me, I think my sexual subcommunication levels reached new heights. I remember staring at her exposed chest and feeling every inch of my body boiling with lust. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out, and you’re right.
I no longer was in control of the situation, and besides calming her down, I was never truly in control. She certainly wasn’t, either… it was the extraneous factors making us reactionary. That’s not good, and it made the difference between a scrumptious make-out and an indelible lay.
Then later in the day, we have a very, very interesting development. I texted HBMarina on Saturday afternoon – the hot sorority sister of HBThorn who gave me her number after I rejected her own number close – and didn’t expect a response. But I got one. Made a mistake after a few texts, and then waited to see if she’d text me in a few days. And she did. It wasn't perfect, but did it actually get the job done?
Here’s what we’ve got:
Well, well, well. Oh what do we have here?
This hot girl has never even seen me before and is investing like this? We already have a date for hammocking for a lakeside sunrise on Sunday?
Thank you HBThorn for that social frame. And for playing matchmaker with your hotter friend when I rejected your number close.
I like it. I like it a lot. Made the mistake of checking out her Instagram page and I’m like yeah… gimme that.
Now in the words of my friend fog… what to say? Thinking about sending something off in the next couple of hours. Preliminary options:
Granted, I'm not completely positive where to take this. Might just keep building up the three keys with a few texts per day until we meet.
Nice referral from HBThorn, Lofty. Here's my thoughts on what's going on and what to do about it. The path I am suggesting is to maintain your value and avoid emotionally escalating. As I reread it, I find it to be an interesting angle that I hope you can take bits of for now and for later.
You have good social frame - but it appears you don't currently have a huge amount of power in this text exchange. she has sorted out the date, the time and place, and has ignored you once, while, you have qualified her and agreed with everything she is saying without screening her much. she only gave you one option to hang out, and you accepted it. you are not being too much of a challenge. Because of your social frame, however, you are still in good standing.
There is room to flip the script; i would not continue to escalate, you will give her validation, come across as predictable and lower your value. do not do as every other guy would do. instead, i would make her work a little harder, keep her on her toes, generate more mental investment from her. or freeze things out, then pick up the conversation in a couple of days with a pre-emptive qualification statement and logistical screening.
1. flip the script, be unpredictable, leave her on read at key moments, flake on her, push her away a little bit and take the interaction backwards...example 1 screening her/being suspicious about her social frame then qualifying her and then continuing the logistical texting.
2. pre-emptive qualification. she says "you think so?". in a couple of days, reply with a pre-emptive statement "so far...i think so" and then continue to logistical texting.
Curious to see the route you end up taking and her replies. Let me know if you have questions.
Friday, February 5, 2021 Daygame – Testing New Tech
Street Nightgame – Close Calls
Daygame
Was out and about during the early evening. A girl is about to pass me on the sidewalk. I turn over-the-shoulder as her footsteps near.
Me: You know who you look EXACTLY like? HBDallas: No??? Me: You look EXACTLY like the girl I dated when I lived in London. (Never been to London – credit to Karea for this variation) HB: Oh, is that a complement? Me: Yeah, well the thing that I really noticed about girls over there... is that they were way more open-minded than the average girl here... like they weren’t quite as absorbed by the endless scroll of their phones... and actually got out into the REAL world. But I get the sense that you’re a bit more spontaneous than most girls… is that right? HB: Sure… you lived in London? Me: Have you ever encountered a scenario where you didn’t want to do something at first but it became an enlightening experience in the end? That was me when I was an exchange student for a year at [random secondary school I found on Google]… like it just inspired me to try to take chances and recreate that sort of experience every day. Does that make sense? HB: Yeah, of course.
If I must say, I must say that this opener is smooth as silk.
Me: Right, so what are you up to? HB: Just going back home after running some errands. You? Me: Just going back home. Where do you stay at? HB: [place a few minutes away] Me: Oh okay, I’m headed in that direction as well (at least I am now…) Me: We can walk and talk. Just a guess… are you the type of girl who everyone seeks advice from about dating and relationships? HB: Hahaha yeah! Me: Just a guess… I get that vibe from you… almost as if you’re always super selfless. But when the day turns to night… and you wind down after a long, hard day… feeling a pulsating desire all over your body just to relax… what is the one thing you enjoy doing besides eating, sleeping, and partying? HB: How old are you? Me: Take a wild guess. HB: 21? On the dot. Me: Maybe… maybe no- HB: I’m 24. Third-year law student. You’re too young for me. Me: Actually, my ex was 27. That relationship taught me how important it was to be mature, responsible, and treat women with respect. To focus not on ME, but on HER. HB: I have a boyfriend in Dallas… Me: Nice, nice. How long you been together? HB: Five years! Me: Nice, nice. Hey, have you ever been to London?
We keep walking and talking until we reach a spot near her place, then stop. Her place is in this little nook that I’m obviously not going down. So I offer to talk for a while longer - maybe at her place or something and we can talk about travelling around Europe – she’s somewhat receptive but the age and boyfriend objections/frame grabs were never completely satisfied. I persist some, but it’s just not going anywhere. She asks me where I live in this direction, which is the opposite direction of where I actually live. I don’t know the names of any places around here, so I just point in a general direction. Asks for the name of the place, and enough is enough with this one. Nice meeting you… bye.
Also send a text to HBMarina. fog’s words made a lot of sense to me. They resonated, and I knew he was right in saying that I didn’t have much control of the interaction. Went with his second recommended option and sent “so far… i think so” around 6:00 PM. No response yet. Here’s the full text conversation now.
1/30 – 2/5 Text Conversation With HBMarina Context: On Friday, I approached a two-set. I immersed a girl named HBThorn but wasn't able to successfully pull. I turned down her number close because I wanted to persist for the SNL, but she must have taken that as a rejection. Very interestingly, she then shows me the Instagram page of a sorority sister, HBMarina, who is hotter than her. She offers me HBMarina's number, and I see HBThorn send HBMarina a Snap message describing how she gave her number to a cool guy named Lofty and that we have "the same vibe."
1/30, ~3:00 PM Me:hey HBMarina, i met a friend of yours last night who kept saying we had “the same vibe” so she gave me your number. Said you were fun, spontaneous, and open-minded haha. did she tell you about this? im Lofty btw
1/30, ~6:00 PM HBMarina:Hey lofty haha yes HBThorn told me that same thing HBMarina: I’m curious to know how we’re similar tho we gotta meet each other soon Me: yeah i feel like when people have similarities, deep connections can form quickly. so maybe we should see just how similar we are. do you like relaxing walks and deep conversations? HBMarina: Absolutely I do HBMarina: Do you like going hammoking and listening to chill, vibey type music? Me: Absolutely I do. I actually am a music producer and make chill, vibey music. seems like HBThorn was right about us Me: what time are you free tonight? maybe we can chill and do some of these calming things together HBMarina:No wayy dude my brother produces music too HBMarina: We should do it during the day sometime soon HBMarina: I’m going to a party w a few of my friends around 10 Me: the similarities just keep on coming. and I get it, you want to have fun with your friends. a great way to wind down your saturday night Me:no worries HBMarina, i’ll probably be hanging with friends too. we can just go on a walk tomorrow
2/3, ~5:30 PM HBMarina: Oh my gosh I’m sorry I didn’t see that you wanted to go for a walk on Sunday HBMarina: We should go hammocking this week
2/4, ~12:00 AM Me: hammocking sounds super fun. like we can escape into our own little world together. when are you free?
2/4, ~2:00 AM HBMarina: I’m free on Sunday. We should definitely go at sunrise or sunset tho Me: hey there night owl. good idea - let’s do sunrise on sunday. i take it that you know a good spot? (note: I did not want to do sunset because of the potential for her to flake for a Super Bowl party) HBMarina: You’d be correct HBMarina: [nearby lake] is a very pretty spot to do it Me:sounds like we have a plan. your ideas are fresh and interesting. i can already tell that you’re not like most girls Me:im very curious what I’ll see when i look into your eyes
2/4, ~3:30 AM HBMarina: You think so? and woahh so ur saying u wanna eye gaze ?
The shrub tumble from last week has put my white AF1s on the sidelines. I’m not sure if they can be fully cleaned. It had been too long since I’d been in a girl’s mouth, though, so there was plenty of upside there.
Notably, a development in my life. I had been living alone in a 2-bedroom apartment because they could not find another tenant. Suddenly, they found another tenant. So I have a roommate now who is rather discourteous and unkempt. It’s already made it increasingly annoying to keep the apartment clean in the case of pulls. An unfortunate development but not the worst thing that can happen. We’ve all been through far worse.
My hope is that more time in-field will remedy this thought on my mind. Still, I have to clean-up and get organized before I begin my outing. I’m running late, but I receive an unexpected message from a friend that helps pump my state.
Not a lot of time tonight. About 1:30 AM. Making it hard on myself, and the sleep schedule is still an absolute mess. No matter. The outfit of choice is the green bomber jacket with the AF1s replaced with my suede Pumas.
A biting, cold wind haunts the streets. The strategy will be to pull quick. Very quick.
Oh, and I get a chance. Passing through an area encompassing a corridor of apartment complexes, I see a rather attractive, well-featured blonde wearing leather pants heading in my direction. She doesn’t notice my presence right away, and I post-up.
Me: Hey there. You know who you look EXACTLY like? HBSoftEyes (tipsy – a little too tipsy?): Heeeeeeey. Me: You look EXACTLY like the girl I dated when I lived in London… except there’s something different about your vibe… *HB gets closer with strong eye contact* HB: Uh-uh... Me: And I feel as if you’re the type of girl who isn’t afraid of grabbing life by the horns… like on this brisk night you’re outside having fun… soaking in the energy of a Friday night… ready for anything… ready for FUN… is that right? *HB is giving me pretty extreme “fuck me” eyes and gets closer, not breaking eye contact. Sexual subcommunication is ON.* HB: Are you waiting for a ride? Me: Yeah, kind of… either that or seeing what my friends are up to. But I’m sure you know how it is… they were being boring… why be boring… when you can be exciting… you like excitement don’t you? HB: Uh-uh… I have to walk allllll thee wayyyy hommme and it’s like three miles away… Me: Oh no, you shouldn’t be doing that… that’s not fun… and you want to have fun. I actually live much closer than that… we should just start walking and get out of the cold, maybe grab an Uber on the way. HB: Hmmmmmmmmm…. *her body is inches away from mine* HB: Okay. Where do you live? Me:[place]. Yeah, it’s not that far at all – we’ll be right there (it’s a 20 minute walk…). I’ll get the Uber and we’ll just keep talking. HB: Yep
And of course, her phone rings because it's 2021 and that's what happens when girls have phones affixed at the hip.
HB (on phone): Heeeeey. Yeah, I’m okay! I was walking home but it’s like threeee miiiiiles awaaaaaay. And I met a friend named… HB (to me): What’s your name? Me: Lofty. HB(on phone): And I met a friend name Lofty *giggle* and I’m going to go home with him. *pause* HB(on phone): But I waaaaaaaant to go home with him! Me: HB(on phone): Oh okay, Christian is coming to pick me up? Okaaaay. *HB hangs up* HB: Sorry, my friend is coming to pick me up. Sorrrry. Me: Hold on… you’re a mature, independent women capable of making your own decisions, right? And imagine what what happen if all you did was just go home… undress… get in bed… pull up the covers… and think… oh, I wish I talked to Lofty just a while longer… and regret it. You don’t want to live with regret, do you? Regret lasts for so long! HB: He’s already on his way! Me: No problem. Just ring him and say that you’re fine – he can just carry on with a fun night of his own. Wouldn’t you want that for him, anyway? HB: But he’s already on his way… I have to go to our meeting spot now. I’m really sorry! *gently begins to walk away, cutely smiling*
This approach immediately reminded me of that two-set in October (I think?) with a really adorable, petite blonde in a cute little pink sweatshirt and leggings. This was when her friend asked me to tie her shoes. But the girl I wanted had such soft eyes and was very receptive. Mirror neurons and that. Glow deftly pointed out that I needed to develop a better understanding of elevated states and pounce on them when presented. This is what I tried to do here. Pretty sure I would’ve had it if not for the phone wildcard that gets me so often in these tech-dependent times.
She was indeed close to the wrong side of drunk, but I think she was good enough to keep gauging. Almost caught up with her to persist one more time until I see a group walking on the other side of the street.
It’s a group of maybe seven or eight people clearly headed somewhere. There are three clusters within the group – a few at the front, a lone girl in the middle, and a few at the back. Intuition says to intercept the lone girl in the middle. My feet move so I cross that street right as she passes. The timing works and I continue right alongside her.
Me: Hey there, I have a VERY important question for you. HBZoey: *curious stare* Me: If I were to ask you how your night was going on a scale of 1-10, what would you say? HB: 10!!!! It’s been such an awesome night! Me: That’s great, right, because when we go out… we have these expectations… that we drink…. And dance… and relax… and all of the tension in our shoulders is alleviated like a cloud drifting away… and all that remains is carefree spontaneity, right... like that 10 out of 10 night can get EVEN BETTER? HB: Yeah!!! You’ll never guess who I met tonight! See those guys walking in front of us? Me: Sure, yeah, they seem cool. HB: THAT’S CORY IN THE HOUSE AND THE GUY FROM ZOEY 101!!!!! WE'RE GOING TO PARTY WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!! Me: Oh really… like the main character from Cory In The House? (honestly don’t give a fuck if it’s Jesus Christ in front of us) HB: YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!
You just never know these days.
Me: That’s cool, you know, because I’m guessing you watched those shows growing up. Nostalgic… like a place forged in your heart… and now that you’ve met them… it’s probably really fulfilling, right, as if you’ve lived a childhood dream? HB: Totally! Zoey 101 was like my favorite show and now I’m going to party with them! It is a childhood dream! Me: That makes perfect sense. Because so often times we have these fantasies when we’re young… but they always seem a little out of reach… like maybe you wanted to be a princess, too… but now this kind of shows that fantasy can actually be reality, you know… and something exciting and unexpected can happen at any moment… and just think... the night is still far from over... HB: Yes! Wait, you should know that I have a boyfriend. Me: Nice, nice. How long you been together? HB: Two years! Me: Nice, nice. Yeah it’s so amazing all these unforgettable experiences we can have when we just keep an open-mind, right? Like now you’re about to party with some really cool people. HB: For sure! It truly is crazy. Where do you live? Me: Oh, over there. I’m maybe just meeting up with some friends, but a party does sound exciting… HB: The party is at [apartment complex we’re about 50 feet away from]. I would invite you, but it’s not my apartment… Me: No worries, you can just tell them that we’re cool and it’ll be no problem. HB: I would, but again, it’s not my place… Me: Don’t worry about it – I mean, I can trust you, right? Like I can party with you and you’re not a serial killer? HB: Haha yeah but I can’t bring another person without their permission! Me: You already have permission… your own permission. You’re your own person, after all… right? Whose place is it? HB:*points to cluster a bit of a ways behind us now. First cluster with “Cory In The House” already went inside.*
Then we make it to the steps of the apartment complex. She goes up the steps to the door, trying to open it. Too bad. It’s locked. I didn’t go up the stairs with her for some dumb reason, so I’m a few feet away from her.
It becomes a highly awkward moment. My mind goes blank. The solution was obvious. Wait for the last few people to make it to the apartment complex. Have this girl vouch for me. Go in. Isolate her or another girl. Simple.
However, a terrible primitive instinct shoots up my spine. It says that they won’t let me in. Why did my instinct tell me this? Why? That was bone-headed, dumb instinct.
She’s still pulling at the door even though it’s obviously locked. I’m just standing there feeling like Meursault from The Stranger. Cold wind scratching my skin. Sound of the banging door drumming against my ears. Pounding footsteps of nearing people vibrating the sidewalk beneath my feet. Everything closing in on me.
So I tell her to have a nice night and eject in search of another girl.
What?
What?
What?
I take about five steps before realizing how dumb that was. Already too late. Yikes.
Not sure what happened there.
Regardless, I practice my breathing and regroup. There will be more chances on the night.
But yeah, Cory In The House? Talk about an identity that you can’t get away from… but seems like he loves to live it up. Did a search and sure thing, he lives it up fully. His brother acted in Zoey 101, so her story adds up. Those shows were a couple years ahead of me, though, and I never really watched too much TV anyway. What they were doing partying with random college kids… don’t know, don’t really care. Props, though, for that social frame. Would’ve been an interesting challenge for me to handle and win some social frame of my own, however.
Trekking back to my nearest spot, I’m certainly confused about my questionable decision. The breathing helps me move on. Soon enough, I cross by a backstreet with a fight about to break out. Cool. I see a lone girl observing, leaning against a nearby streetlight. Well, half observing and half on her phone. Okay enough of an appearance to envision face fucking, although nothing special aesthetically. Though I’m sure she’s very special on the inside.
I hover and open with a spur-of-the-moment RPO once she looks over at me.
Me: Hey there, you know, I’ve just realized something VERY interesting. Girl: Haha yeah? Me: Have you ever thought about the reasons why we go out and enjoy the nightlife, even in these crazy times? It’s to have fun… relax… lift the tension from our shoulders… decompress after a long week… let the vibe wash over us... escape from it all. So it never makes sense to me why these guys want to FIGHT instead of having FUN, you know… wouldn’t you rather have fun? Girl(giggling): Seriously, facts.
I’ll just speed through this one. This is one of those girls whose vernacular is somewhere on the spectrum of mainstream rapper and suburban kid who acts like a mainstream rapper. Bit of a turn-off. I still work for the hook and move her away from this impending fight, although I bet it was just a bunch of aimless threats. Get her isolated to one of my post-up spots, leaving an open-loop for the music production plausible deniability while talking about what we do for escapism from the pressures of modern times.
We get to the street corner and discuss nightlife expectations. I say that I’m ready to wind down the night and relax with some of the music that I mentioned before, but I actually have a melody I’ve been working on that I’d love to get her opinion on. She’s interested. I say it’s only on the studio files at my place. She says she’ll come with.
Sweet!
She’s been doing that girly shoulder-bumping thing since I’ve approached, really. Wants it. I call the Uber. It’s on. Then she gets a dose of ASD freak-out.
Oh, I hadn’t set any anti-ASD frames. Ooooooops.
The girl suddenly calls her brother to pick her up and apologizes. Says she would come but she’s tired and has to work on Monday. I talk about regret and how it’s actually only Friday. She just giggles throughout all of my persistence while saying “facts.”
A truck comes to pick her up. That’s that. Solution likely would have been to keep walking towards my place while calling the Uber instead of stopping. Thought that was safe enough because we were isolated. Oh well – my risk aversion needs to improve.
Cross paths with a stationary three-set. Ah, why not. RPO. One girl is rude and practically has a moustache. Eeeeeee-ject.
On my way back to the apartment, I pass a heavily-bundled cute girl who nervously agrees with my casual greeting of how cold it is. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell her attractiveness until we had almost already passed due to her heavy clothing. Plus, the later it gets, the more nuance needed to remain calibrated on the streets.
In all, there was a lot to learn during another wild night in Lofty World.
Now let’s get HBMarina and keep this planet spinning in the right direction.
And was that a rollercoaster ride or what? The truth is that while a fantastic experience, I did feel quite an emotional toll after this crazy post-lay aftermath.
It made me feel a little bit bad. Despite KNOWING that I shouldn’t have, and in addition to that, the ED issues. Made approaching hard.
I did not approach another girl until last Friday. After a solid approach (though sans lacking sexual arousal) to start, we had this:
The day after, I pushed myself to go approach even though I was feeling tired and not super horny. I get a golden opportunity on my first approach about 500 feet from my apartment. A weirdish, decent-looking girl opens me oddly. Asking if I’m “okay” because I’m alone and without my friends. She’s alone, too. We could have been each other’s friends.
Yet, I flub it up. She’s one of those girls who thinks it’s cool to act super drunk even though she’s not, and gives a ton of really weird objections. Actually pretty fun to talk to - a very, very silly girl. I set up the plausible deniability, and I should have just led her back to mine. Though, I was trying to get verbal agreement from her when she was looking for me to push things forward. I was surprised by her opening me as I turned a corner and never fully got into a groove.
Not too many chances later that night. I intercept a two-set walking back to their sorority and try redirect them for a walk. They’re immersed by me, and one is investing pretty heavily. The thing is though is that we were going in the opposite direction of my apartment, and I didn’t have much of a reason for being in this area. Hence that I’m going on a walk to wind down, and they should come with to keep talking. But that is when I really lost them because it was an uncalibrated offer to make at like 3:00 am. While I don’t think it’s weird to go on a walk at 3:00 am, I soon realized that most people do. Uncalibrated.
I number closed the girl who was invested but haven’t followed up on it because she was just average. Though extremely nice and personable!
Last set of the night was pretty funny. MFF set – none of the girls were fuckable, really. But they open me and I decide to make an effort for the practice. The guy has a solid frame. Even so, I completely destroy him after I give one of my stories about our good friend Jada.
He’s like, “Ayeeeee, you trying to slide in there, bro?”
I’m like, “Nah, while I get what you’re saying, I actually think there’s a lot more to women than just sex.”
And then the girls are all over me. The guy has to scramble for my affirmation to regain frame. He gets back in and leads them away without me caring at all. He knew both of these girls very well, so he could do that despite losing ground there. It was intriguing to observe.
I’ve been either been playing weird games with HBFoxxy or really don’t care anymore. I’ve been with three girls as hot as her. She’s mostly just appealing because of her general hotness and really good social frame. Pretty much been ignoring her and seeing what happens. Also been missing a ton of class, so yeah, haven’t seen her much there, either.
On Monday, I did go to class. I noticed that she was sitting right next to the seat where I usually sit. She typically sits right behind me, but now she would be right to my side. So I don’t sit in my normal seat. Instead, I sit in her normal seat.
She had the biggest mindfucked look maybe ever. I briefly engaged her after class, but she seemed a bit too frustrated with me. Eh, don’t think I’ll pursue her these days. Just playing with these new social understandings.
Today, I observed a talk at work between a few guys. One guy, who I like and think has solid potential in life, number closed a hot girl at a party. They’re “flirting” over text. So he’s not really knowing where to go with it, and I know that I should just let it go, but I jump in for a second. Keeping things abstract but guiding him in a more efficacious direction.
The other guys say...
“Bro, just be yourself.”
“Just tell her how you feel and take her to dinner.”
That kind of stuff.
I rebuttal for a moment, but I had already given about two too many secret society frames because that number should have been zero.
A definite reminder that:
I live on another planet now.
Just never talk about girls to anyone except for you guys, and, well, girls.
Here we go onto the next adventure.
3/5 EDIT: Also had a notable approach on Saturday where an average girl was walking past me from the opposite direction - I stopped her with the "Do you know who you look EXACTLY like?" opener. She stops, asks who, and drops her phone that was ringing someone. I say, "You look EXACTLY like the girl I dated when I lived in London." She says, "ew," picks up her phone, and walks away.
Feeling extremely lethargic on the day, I struggle to get myself going. Maybe it’s still a remnant of mono as I've read that the effects can last for months. Dunno.
Despite this, I force myself to workout and, finally, clean my white AF1s after the thrilling escapade with HBLissome. I thought these kicks would be toast. Yet, pretty much all the dirt came off just with a sponge and water. Cool.
It’s good because I can pair these with the bomber jacket as it’ll be a bit chilly.
I get a late start as usual because, well, there's not much of a reason besides the cleaning the shoes and my apartment. This is something that should immediately change about me as I make things harder for myself by not allowing more time in-field.
It takes a while for my first approach. The seduction dominoes just don’t seem to be falling my way so far. Or more accurately, I’m just not being patient enough in this new post-up spot. I continue to test this location very close to my apartment for the logistics, but yeah, didn’t get an approach there.
Back to the favorite bench.
Again, it takes some time. The chilly weather did not help. Finally, a cute dark-haried girl looking rather cold walks by
I wait for her eye contact/AI in my peripheral vision, but I never get it.
She’s just staring at the ground, arms wrapped around herself. The girl is just about by me when I try to open, but I can’t get any words out. Seriously, I freeze up. Girl goes gone.
Whatthefuck. Unacceptable.
I had felt good when I left my apartment. The slow start and cold weather seemed to be making me discombobulated.
Transitioning to my other nearby post-up spot, I try to calm myself. Once I turn the corner, I quickly am met by a MFFF group. The girl leading the charge is HOT. HOT. HOT.
And not only because she’s wearing a cozy-looking black parka.
She spots me, and if it is the same girl, she doesn’t really recognize me either. Yet, her opening is similar. The girl opens me when she’s just a step in front of me – I wasn’t planning on opening due to the size of the group because it would take precious time away from the search for a lone hottie. Fair game if she does, of course.
Taking her trailing party – and me – by immense surprise, she cups her right hand onto my right shoulder and glides it down my shoulder blade.
“Sexy ass...” she murmurs.
I think some strange involuntary sound sputtered out from me in that moment.
Perhaps I should have escalated the vibe further. Place my hands dexterously on her waist, stare into her eyes. Or charm her and the group to join them wherever they may be going.
Instead, what do I do?
Was I even Seducer Lofty?
Didn’t feel like it.
Once again, I freeze up. I must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights. That would probably be an accurate description. Mustered out a “Hey,” but that’s it.
So she keeps on walking the group forth.
Demoralizing.
I know that I need to snap myself out of whatever is happening and move on to the next one.
Back to the bench, and I am opened by a pair of MFF sets that pass sequentially pass by. If the girls were hotter, I might have engaged them. Well, one of the girls was a hot alternative type but was wrapped around the arm of the guy, and that’s not efficient.
Really weird two-set next. Both are hot. Drunk. I open to gauge, one smiles and the other says to go fuck myself.
About ten minutes later, a quite attractive girl who I want to badly stick my dick inside comes by. She’s bringing her phone to her ear as I open. I get her stopped and animated, but once the phone call begins, it’s a tough position. Maybe I could have told her to put the phone down for a second and come sit and talk to me, but I don’t. She says “thank you” for absolutely no reason and walks away, black legging-ed ass bouncing.
Next approach is where at least there’s a better effort. Average girl that doesn’t get me too excited. Since I’ve been with hotties it’s a weird dynamic for my brain. Anyway, she’s okay enough. I get her stopped. Important question > Simple Nightlife Standards RPO. I’m trying to incorporate this RPO more with moving targets because of its natural nighttime calibration and frame setting.
Within three sentences, she asks me to walk her home. Sure. She lives kinda far. Actually a little further walk than me, even, I learn. On the way, I run decent-ish-at-best verbals but she doesn’t give me a lot to work with. Honestly, she was borderline too drunk. Like I would’ve had a decision to make there and probably just should have bailed to avoid that entirely.
Still, she’s bumping into my shoulder and grabbing my hand as we cross streets and stuff. Asking me “what I want.” The correct solution likely would have been to stop her, give intense eye contact, and physically escalate somewhere private enough. The allure of her bed was too strong, though. She said at one point that she really, really wants to get to know me, but she’s not the type to do it on the first night. I reframe but it doesn’t hit that well.
We’re almost to her place when she FaceTimes her roommate to check up on her, thinking she’s not at home. Turns out she was sleeping in their apartment. Now that becomes some major ASD, especially as she oddly pans the camera to me. She has to justify to her roommate that I’m just walking her home and we’re going our separate ways at the next street corner.
Which does happen and I don’t really care.
Wasted thirty minutes here, and I should have been much more arousing. Not a lot of sex talk, not very descriptive, just not my best performance.
All the way back we go. About 2:45 am.
Still intermittent passerby on a Friday night. A sneakily cute, curly-haired brunette walks by. 1-10 opener > quick reframe of her answer > Simple Nightlife Standards RPO.
This girl is stimulated as fuck by me. Her eyes soften. Visibly nervous. Even though she’s wandering around at 3:00 am, she doesn’t strike me as that aware of the sexual dance.
Move to a street corner after she’s hooked pretty hard. She likes my thoughts about women and stuff. How she’s been through all that, learned to be tough, whatever. Try to set-up the plausible deniability open-loop of music. She asks if I’m any good. The true answer is no, not really, but I say that she’ll just have to see for herself. She giggles and wants my cock. So I simply think I’ll try to pull now and make the attempt. Might as well have been asking her to drop to her knees and open wide.
It was maybe five minutes since the opening. ASD/FSC hits. Oh, she’d like to but she already told her roommate she’s on her way back, she has to work tomorrow, etc.
Reframe these, but I fucked it up because FSC and how I clearly am looking for sex.
Talks about another time, whatever. Says she needs to get home but keeps staring at me. I point this out, which was also dumb, because it encourages her to leave. Think she was hoping for a number close. Likely would have been a strong lead if I did, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to but probably should have because why not with this one.
She awkwardly sticks out her hand for a handshake, compliments my way of thinking, and I let her go. If she wasn’t going to the sorority, I would’ve walked her back to try and pull. But I’m not getting into a sorority. And the chances of redirecting her anywhere else now are not good.
Wander around for a while more. Not much going on except for a cute girl in a two-set who giggles when I ask how their night is going. Probably should’ve tried to hook them, but I just keep on walking to my apartment.
Poor everything tonight and that’s just how it went. Lot of missed chances, lots of bad tastes left in my mouth. It happens, I guess.
The ED issues have persisted, and I grow increasingly frustrated with my body. Add in other looming pressures from life, and it really has not been a great stretch since the lay – except for one career-related event that may actually suck in the end.
When the pressures mount, a release impends. And for me and many others, there is something in this world that results in complete escape. Nothing else clears my mind with such effective temporary blinding as the thing that I simply must avoid: masturbation, and porn.
Yes, I have relapsed on porn multiple times this week. Part of that has surely been fumed by reflecting on HBSP’s naughty request that I denied. Before, there was no urge for porn anymore. Now, it’s been on my mind.
There are always ways around the FocusMe filter, there are always ways around the hundreds of porn websites additionally blocked through my computer terminal. Multiple lines of defense, and it’s become a game to break through these protective walls.
But hey. Porn also resulted in me having my first full-on, 100% erection in weeks. I forgot what it felt like. It felt really, really good. Not that 75/80% erection I’ve been attempting to fuck with. Full-on, blood pumping, no-nonsense, jerk-me-now erection.
Yeah. A major issue. Major, major, major issue.
In addition, even without the porn, I still have been masturbating far too much. In the past few weeks, I have been recording my number of ejaculations and orgasms in an attempt to just. stop.
The numbers are NOT GOOD. I am not helping myself here. Lofty is now initiating the Hands-Off-Dick Movement, meaning no hands-on-dick movements.
Another truth is that teaching myself to separate orgasm from ejaculation has not resulted in less, more satisfying masturbation as I hoped. Instead, it has resulted in starkly increased masturbatory urges.
With newfound understandings of my body, I have reached orgasmic pleasures to the point of both laughing and crying. Simply put, I have not effectively controlled this knowledge.
That's another problem which must be immediately resolved. At least the head of my dick has almost healed from that weirdass teething session.
The last note for this entry is that immense flaws in my mental models have been illuminated. I’ve received advice on how to fix these and need to implement adjustments immediately. A striking reminder that the physical act of banging girls does not wave a magic wand over my head, transcending my soul into eternally realized clouds. It’s all much more than that.
So an unexpected downturn of events has led me to a big battle, a turning point. I wish this was a super positive update, but this journal must remain genuine. This is not about fantasyland. This is about the journey of turning real life into fantasyland.
To get there, we either keep going up one way, tread in mediocrity, or fall back down the other.
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