FR: May I join you.

I went out all alone yesterday. I called other guys from the community but they were busy in their own world. Fuck them I am doing this all alone.

In garuda food court. I saw a lone wolf sitting by herself. All my instincts told me that she was lone wolf my logical brain starts it over analyzing process and waiting game to see if she is with anybody. Seriously, I need to stop playing it safe and embrace the unknown, Push myself out of comfort zone, act spontaneously and listen to my instincts. After lame assing around for a few minutes. I decide to open her :

Me : May I join you if I ain't disturbing you i.e.
Made a confident effort to open her with the widest smile and great EC.

HB8: I am almost done (with my food) but you can join me.
Me : Thanks, I am Preetham. What's your name ?

And then I don't remember exactly what I told her. But it more of general talk about work, family, friends, interests and other getting to the other person stuff. I didn't see lot of IOIs but I was comfortable because she seemed interested and I was genuinely interested in her. Lot instances where I know I came across as a confident passionate guy. I remember I was deliberately slow and took all the time I can while I talked. Listening is my forte ... which I did with intent.

I notice that although she was done with her food within few mins of opening her. She still hung around for me to finish mine. I was nearly done with my food. She said she would leave. I tried to push for a date close. Asking what she was doing for the weekend. Unfortunately she wasn't going to be in town. Hence, I had to settle for number close.

HB8 : I gotta move now.
Me: Sure, it was nice meeting you here. I would love to meet you again. What are you doing this weekend.
HB8: I am outta town.
Me: Let me get your number in that case. May be I will give u a call sometimes.
HB8: Sure. here it is ....xxxxxxxxxx
Me: I will give you a missed call so that u have my number.

I sent her a text message saying that it was nice meeting her. I didn't get any response. May be its not a solid close. I gonna text her in a day or two to find out. :-)


After this I went to brigade... found this HB9.5 walking with her friend HB8 on the other side of the street. I wanted to open, I was about to cross the road that they started walking towards me.  They made it easy.

Me : Hey guys, whats a good shop around here to get some ladies shoes.
HB8 : You have this shop over there go there you will find.
Me : Oh !! really.
HB9.5 : You'll get some nice ones in Levi's
Me : Are you trying to like mislead me. I am beginning to be afraid of you now. :P (delivered playfully)
HB9.5 : he he ... no no I meant this shop mochi.... blah blah blah
While blaberred for that minute. I was just standing there lost in her beauty. :D. I also noticed that the HB8 had gone away from the set and wanted I guess she was not into me :P.
I realised that I had less time before HB9.5 exits the set. Although she seemed interested she had to bow to her cockblock friend. :-(. So I was beginning to go direct.

HB9.5 : <>
Me: Listen I just came here to say a hi.....  << By the time I could say this the cockblock friend had already motioned her over. What a pity ?.>>
In hindsight if I had a stronger presence I could have so gotten this one. Lesson : Have a great presence.

In all a good evening.

How to transition into personal talk from opener?

You : What book do you suggest ?
her : I dont know. I haven't read much lately.
You: Im planning to give a book to my friend on her bday she is like a total bookworm.
Her : May be book xxx is good choice.
 
You: : Ya it is a good choice. Thanks. I am PUA and you ?
Her : My name is blah blah.
You: Where do you work ?
Her : Blah blah
You : What are your hobbies ?
Her: I would love to answer that but I gotta go bye.
                       
                      V/S

You : Ya I guess thats an excellent choice perhaps. You know your books. I bet you are a budding author or something.
Her : I am just Financial analyst.
You : Financial analyst who knows her books. Thats quite a combination. I must know your name. For all I know you might be only one of your the kind.
Her: Ha Ha ha ... My name is so and so
You : I am so and so. I like the way you laugh.(And you kino her.)

       

Sticking point : Literally "Sticking" Around.

I am having great time opening sets around. I went out yesterday with lot of hesitation but once I was on field I ended up opening a lot of sets. It fucking felt natural. :-) no anxiety what so ever. However, no closes. This is mainly because I think I am ejecting much before the magic happens. I need to keep on doing whatever I am doing. Basically, being funny/goofy/charming and stick around unless I am asked to leave the set. If there is interest I got to hang on and run it.
If I there is no interest/attraction I gotta remember Negs/Void/DHVs. :-).

FR: Whacking Wednesday

Warning : Not so well written post. Bear with me.

It was really long, it almost felt like I had lost my game. And after
all the shit that happened with me in the past one year, life had
served me a hard lesson, practically. Anyways I been trying to find my
game back for quite some time now. But there is this terrible feedback
cycle that is associated with the bad game. You feel bad that you are
not meeting beautiful new people. Then you head to field. Since you
have not exercised your Game Muscle for quite sometime. You feel
jittery. You end up not doing any notable stuff and that indeed leads
to more frustration. Then you head back home feeling even less
confident. Net effect, lesser self confidence. You don't want to head
out in the field again. Two or three days you muster the courage go
out again and the cycle repeats and your self confidence hits a new
low. You try hard get out of this quicksand. The harder you try the
more deeper you sink. The only thing that will help is to go back to
BASICS and to be not afraid as starting as a total beginner.

Well that's what I have been doing for quite a few weeks now. But
success is a bitch it breaks you down before it meets you.
Last few weeks have been especially frustrating. But you determine and
be out there take hits after hits finally you will see the light.
Pretty much all we did for past few weeks was go out, feel anxiety,
Push through it, warm up with a set or two, really stick with basics
and work our ways up. Me and Rachit had been regularly going out these
days. And yesterday it was especially eventful.

We went out to Garuda. Warmed up a bit with two or three sets at west
side and Shopper stop. We usually stick with the indirect openers,
where is this place ? Where do we get nice thing(clothes/food/beer/
footwear....)? After opening a few set in clothing store just to warm
we hit the food court. I immediately notice this HB with really nice
hair and a great sense of dressing. I wanted to go direct but she
takes too long to get her food. I decided to chuck it and come back
sometime later when she has settled down in a table after getting her
plate. So head down stairs, as we are getting down we see this HB lets
say HBRT, a 6.5 - 7 perhaps but with a good sense of dressing. She
stepped onto escalator along with me. I was just a step behind her.

Me : Hey, do you know any shoe shop around here I need to get some
ladies shoes to present to my friend.

She : << Is being very polite and trying to tell me the available
options and brand and whatnot. I observe that Body lang is very
favorable. No IOIs and all>>

as we stepped off the escalator we take a few steps and stand. She is
full into helping me to buy the shoes. After a few lines of exchange
with me busting her bubbles a bit.

She : Anyways, I am not doing anything I can help you.

Now I am in a fix. I didn't really want to buy anything you know. But
then I wanted to stay in it.

Me : Actually you know what, I don't really want buy any stuff. I just
wanted to say you a Hi. I think you have beautiful eyes. What is your
name ?

She is all smiles. And immediately the IOIs starts flowing in.

She : xxxx

I tease her that her name matches to that of 90s bollywood actress. To
which she says that didnt like her. And I turn it by repeatedly
addressing her with the last name of the actress. And more IOIs
including hair flicks.

Me : You should not flick your hair like. You know what they say about
girls flicking their hair right.

She : What ?

Me : That means you are attracted to the guy. Lets go for a coffee.

At the coffee shop she mainly talks about her college and gives me
shit about her classmates speaking in Hindi in bad way. And how she is
grownup in hi-fi boarding schools around India and how she can't cope
up with these new classmates. Frankly its a turn off. I didnt find any
connection, but any which ways I date close her.

Me: What are you doing tomorrow evening ?

She : pretty much nothing.

Me : Let's catch up for a movie. It can't happen in the afternoon as I
have to work however evenings I am free.

She : Sure why not ?

Me : Ok then give me you number I will call you tomorrow and let you
know the plan.

She : OK here it is xxxxxxxxxxxx.

We chat for some more and I realized that I had completely forgotten
about Rachit. I exit saying that I had to meet my friend. And I take
her leave.

When I catch up with Rachit. I find out that this fucker was in a
Insta-date too. It was the same chick whom I had eyed in the
cafeteria. Way to go bro... but I still hate you for not leaving her
for me. you fucker :-).


We went around for some more time didn't find any more open-able sets.
We exit and head back home with feeling of warmth and higher self
confidence.

Meanwhile, I am not sure if I have to follow up on the movie date. I
don't feel like. I might flake :-). :P.


PS: one-itis or no one-itis, work or no work never, don't fucking
loose your game. All keep the Social muscle exercised. Being a guy you
have to keep your skills sharp and believe me being able to seduce
people anytime anywhere is one huge skill that guys ought to have.

Imma back

As fate would have it, I am back in action. To be honest a life without game is soBORING. It feels so good to be in field. Off late there were a few incidents in my life which rocked a few of my beliefs to the core. I now realize, more than ever, the value of the game that I had. Well my game is my asset and I am glad get back what I thought was lost for ever in the sands of time. And this time I am gonna play it harder and deeper. I am gonna break the limits.


So a few first few days.. wait bring back.. a few weeks were really tough in the field. It just consisted of hanging out at malls and streets working the nerves up to even look at the pretty ones. However, I dealt through it. I made a few approaches which were led me no where and after all that wasted effort there were some good sets yday which has made me confident. I will be posting more stuff in this blog. Keep your heads up folks.

Peace. And Love.

Old FR.. New Writer

This is how to write FR OR Is it how to write a Romance Novel.

Kudos to MaserCaser for having Romanticized the boring Day2 FR.
Guys u need to check this post out. MCs linguistic skills and humor are amazing... read for yourself.

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Someday, I know, I'll regret having put this down in writing. I'm not even sure why I'm doing this. It was a glorious Saturday morning. Glorious, in terms of clouds forming shapes little kids love to decipher, in terms of the morning shower hitting just the right spots, in terms of the microwave heating last night's dinner to its succulent perfection. Definitely not in terms of the unforgiving Bangalore traffic.

It was already 10 AM and I hated making people wait, especially beautiful women. I vroomed in to the parking lot right next to this petite babe, in a cute blue top and tight black jeans, folded up just enough to reveal her calves. It was her. It was she. I forget the grammar. That's the effect she has on me.

Her cute nose perked up at my sight and her nose-ring raised its head in an enquiring manner - a nose-ring much like that of Sania Mirza's. But, the girl next to me was duskier than that teen heartthrob (I don't even think Sania is that hot. Damn media.). And for some reason, dusky babes just wiggle me right. She was even more beautiful than when I first met her.

It was another of those lazy days – the Wednesday of the same week. I was twiddling my fingers waiting for Ravi and his friend to arrive at the mall. A - how do I put it - flutter caught my eye. You know, the kind of flutter that is so much the signature of a clique of teenage girls. They were at the food court doing what girls do best: having their heads together over the table. I don't know what goes on in that little circle of feminine mystery, but I'd give away a month's salary to find out. Actually, double that.

The queen bee had just shot a dart of intense appraisal at me, and quickly pulled back her gaze down into their huddle, moments after which their table broke into squeals of girly laughter. Music to my ears.

Just then, Ravi slid down beside me as his friend pulled back a chair. He slapped me on my back to bring me out of my reverie and introduced his friend. I nodded my friendliest nod. And then, I don't know what it was - probably the thing that has brought mankind from its inception to its present generation.

I took my little group closer to the girls. We sat down at a table two away from theirs. We ordered and calmed down my nerves on a bowl of boiled sweet corn while Ravi told me about this air-hostess he had met at a party earlier that week. I nodded what I thought was approval to Ravi's heroics while checking out the girls and pepping myself up to do something about this.

Just as Ravi came to the punchline of his little story, I cut him off with a huge sigh of unbridled anxiety and went up to my special bunch of girls. I grabbed a chair from the adjacent table, and dragged it towards theirs. As I was sitting down, I politely asked them if I could join them. Not that I cared what they said. By this time, I was on auto-pilot. Don't ask me where I got the balls. Call of genes, baby.

The group seemed open enough. I should think they were more startled than open, now in hindsight. As I slid down in the most casual way possible, I looked in to the queen bee's eyes. They had a spark of shock and pleasure. Wow.

She turned a little bit towards me and said without missing a beat, "Ya sure!"
All this while, I had noticed a girl, a little on the fringe of the group. I knew she was gonna be a problem. So, I avoided eye contact with her. I, however, shook hands with the whole group.

I said,"You girls aren't tourists, are you?"

One of the girls perked up. "Huh, why do you ask?"

"No, it's just the way you were gawking at me. Most foreigners gawk at me."

As, there were little spurts of laughter, the bitch dismisses me by saying, "We weren't looking at you. Who are you?"

I'd have gladly gone beyond enemy lines into Waziristan than face this shit.

I recovered, somewhat.

"Oh! My bad, then."

"But, now that I'm here, what else do you like about me?" I ask my queen bee, as I lean back on my chair.

Before she could reply, I turn to the group and tell them they remind me of some girl-band. I pick out a girl in random and tell her that her face and the way she presents herself tells me that she can handle a new experience. This brings a smile to her face.

I look at another girl who is listening very keenly to me and quip that she will help anyone if she gets a chance. As she nods enthusiastically, I look at this girl whose eyes were shining with understanding. Her lips were slithering into a mischievous smile, and I implored by letting her know that she rooted for the underdog. I dearly hoped she got the point. She held me at bay by nodding to herself and looking at the girl sitting next to her: the bitch.

I quickly said that this girl steps up whenever there is a vacuum of leadership and hoped that she wouldn't. I finally turned to my girl and gave her a look of appraisal, trying to imitate the one she gave me. I told her that God uses her to accomplish things without her even knowing about it. This had the whole group laughing.
Ravi was having a ball. He was on his mobile pretending to talk, but was busily clicking away pictures of the girls and myself. He high-fived with his friend to let me know I was doing great.

I can't quite put my finger on what happened next. I do not remember the words. But, I can still feel the energy of that interaction. It was short-circuits galore. I was spewing bullshit but the girls didn't trip me up. Thank you, Cupid.

Eventually, I tell the group that it was great fun meeting them all. Then, I pointed at my girl and let the group know that I liked their friend and would like to meet up with her again and asked if it was ok for me to take their friend's number. As the bitch was about to protest, my ally, the underdog-savior gives me the go-ahead.

And then I returned to my friends with my head held high and chest pumping with pride, like a warrior, a Spartan returning from the battle of the 300. Ravi was beside himself with joy (quite frankly, I think the people around us thought he was having multiple orgasms) and his friend was wonderstruck. I was his hero. I was my own hero.

Later, when my head had stopped buzzing and my nerves had stopped fizzing and more importantly when Ravi had sobered up enough, I took leave and on the way to my bike texted my girl about how cute her nose-ring was.

I called her two days later and talked about the weather and then asked her out in the simplest and most honest way possible:

"Hey, I like you. I want to meet you again. Let me know when we can."

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Quite honestly, movie dates are not my style. But, this one just happened.

I apologized for being late.

Me: "I'm very sorry, I'm late by five."

Her: "No, by full ten minutes."

Me: "Oh, sorry madam, forgive me please. I'll get you a bunch of roses to make up for this."

She smiled. And then, the inevitable happened. The conversation ground to a halt. There was this vacuum of silence sucking all the energy. We both were uncomfortable. I knew I had to do something before things went further downhill. So, I started asking some stupid questions like how she got there.

Then, I told her the two things I liked about her: her punctuality and her sweet, refreshing attitude. I patted her shoulder saying that she scored some good points there with me and proceeded to give her a side hug. It was awkward.

It wasn't as if she brushed me off, but there was that slight discomfort. Then, we shook hands for some reason and I held her hand for a little longer than necessary. After about ten seconds, she pulled her hand out. Her hands were as smooth as nights in white satin (I know, I know, bad bad simile, cliché cliché cliché.).

Then, we went up to the cinema. There was a queue. I stand as close to her as possible with our shoulders touching. She doesn't seem to mind. The stewardess there who was checking the tickets was a hottie. She checks our tickets and says, "Enjoy your movie!"

I quip, "Hey, do not tell me what to do!", in a playful tone.

This gets my girl laughing and breaks the tension, a little. I cracked some more jokes and had her laughing and then we would high-five and for some reason my hands would linger on hers.

I remember, as we entered the movie, I made a bold move. Without me realizing it, I had grabbed her palms and locked my fingers with hers. They were a little moist like the condensation on the bathroom mirror after a warm relaxing shower. I could feel her pulse quicken. My heart was racing.

I blurted, "I hope you are comfortable with that." Such a homo thing to say, really.

She just mumbled something. I took it as a Yes.

Ravi, for all his antics, is a star. He had booked us the tickets and they were two corner seats – pure gold. As I perused the tickets and verified the seat numbers and approached the seats, I couldn't help but quip: "Wow! Nice seats, huh? Looks like we are in luck, we can cuddle in privacy." My date couldn't help but smile. I still wonder how come she didn't dump me then and there.

As we settled down in our seats, I asked her questions about her family, her friends, especially that underdog-savior friend. I told her, I liked that friend of hers the best. She smiled.

Then she asked me some questions.

"So, Raghu, are you from Bangalore? You don't seem to be pukka Bangalorean somehow."

My heart had stopped and done a little Irish jig. It was the first time her lips held my name.

I repied, "Oh, really Sonali? What makes a pukka Bangalorean?"

By now, the titles had started, and we had to talk in whispers, which only made it that much more romantic. But, then I was distracted by the movie. The first ten minutes were so hilarious that I forgot I was on a date. I can be such a moron. Thankfully, Sonali too was enjoying the movie.

All that laughter helped. There, somehow was a new dynamic between us. As if we had known each other forever. I may be imagining it now, but I think our breath rose and fell at the same time. She was still watching the movie while I stole glances at her. I looked at her vibrant, black eyes. I could drown in them, I have drowned in them. The light from the screen illuminated her face and I could see her nose had turned a little red with all the laughing. Her nose-ring was glinting in the dark, almost as if it was winking at my furtive appreciation. The Technicolor basked her smooth skin and her hair danced in the harsh gale of the air-conditioner. Her spine twitched a little with the cold.

It was pretty cold outside and the theater in all its Indian-ness had the AC going on in full swing. I held my hand out in front of her, my palm glistening with nervous sweat in the cold corner.

She gave me a puzzled look.

I came up with: "Hey! Give me your hand, I need some warmth.", and smiled sheepishly.

She placed her hand in mine.
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All Credits to MaserCaster.

Your tools for running the set.

You open the set. And set takes the opening well. After the initial introduction and fluff at times you might not find anything to tell. What will you do. Of course being silent itself is an option. But there are couple of things that we can try out. Or at times even when you close, you might have this feeling if the close is a real close.The list below might come in handy as a nitro boost to ur game.

1. Cold Read.
I have strange feeling about u guys. You guys look like best friends ?

2. Banter.
1. Future adventure projection.
2. Setting the "u leader and she follower" frame.

3. Push pull.
Ex: You are like the cutest women I have seen... all day long that is.

4. Teasing.

5. Qualifications.
I am kinda person who lives and die by Adrenalin. Being adventurous is impressive for me. Whats the best adventure u have had recently ?

6. SOIing.
Ex : The way you said that particular thing about dressing, totally impressed me. I find that way u talk sexy about you.

7. Forcing IOIs.
Ask her to give you the IOIs that you want. Ex: Hey you look so cute when u brush trough ur hair. Do it for me again pls.

8. Active disinterest.
a. Neg - Careful
b. Jealousy plots. Ignoring her for a while and diverting attention to her friends.
c. You not gonna have me frame.

9. Sexual tension
Sxl barriers

10. Kino

11. Fluff

12. Connection, Deep rapport

13. Challenging

14. Breaking Rapport
Oh you like that Stuff. I dont like that at all. Its already not working between us.

15. Compliments
Sincere ones... Dont try to fake the compliments.

16. Relate and reward.
You know the way you feel when u listen to the music. I can totally understand and relate to that. You know I am passionate about dancing and I feel the same when I see a good dance performance.

17. Warm Read.
You know even before u told that u were an Airhostess.. I somehow felt that u work in a service/hospatility industry. Otherwise its difficult to get this kinda class and standards.


PS: I know the post is not so well written. But WTH if u get the concept thats my goal acheived.