So take those simple steps to increase the chances of her picking up when you call.
I usually use an activity that we both talked about to get her number. “We totally got to trade numbers so we can figure out a day to XYZ together…”
When you get that phone number, it is time for you to make specific plans that is fun and interesting.
“That is so awesome we both like Latin food, we’ll have to check out that new place in Harvard Square to split an appetizer and see what they are like….”
Whatever it may be. You are not trading number for a non-reason. Why would she want to pick up when you call, just to get to know you more? She’d rather do that while you guys are doing something fun together. So with this added to the equation, she now has a specific reason to pickup you call, to confirm the plans and work out the details.
…Anyways, it all started on my way back into Boston Common from DWTN Crossing, it was sunny, a nice day just to randomly greet people. I said ‘Hi’ to random interesting people I passed, started little 3 min convos, smiled and wave-acknowledged a bunch. I could feed the birds if….
At the moment she came into scene, I was on one side the crosswalk headed back to the commons courtyard. As I stand there, I scan everybody as I always do and I see her. She is an absolute ‘true10′ but without the ‘I hate the world’ look on her face. Out of the 15-20 people on that side of the street, she stuck out to me like a flamingo in a pack of seagulls, but she wasn’t covered in make-up. She wasn’t decked in ‘look-at-me’ clothes, just a [private]pair of jeans and a button down shirt.
That’s what caught my eye the most. She had an ‘agenda-free’ look, no expressions, no mask held up. She was a good 20 years old but had the un-city like innocence on her face. She had model beauty, but naturally.
I have my sunglasses on so I continue to look like I’m scanning as I watch her (my head slowly gazing back and forth, while my eyes were on her). If I wasn’t wearing my sunglasses, I would have checked her out in my peripheral sight while not showing that I noticed her till she was close enough to open.
You know how girls flirt subconsciously with their body language? They fix their hair, their shoes, or position their pose in an attractive way. Speaking in girl speak, I know some off handed body language motions that get them looking.
Girls do get shielded when they know guys are looking at them. When the walk light goes on I casually walk across the crosswalk but I am moving towards where I would be passing next to her.
As we pass each other, to play out as if seeming like I just noticed her, I simply smile and say ‘Hello’ and tilt my head back, greeting-ly. (tonality is key here, and have found the ‘Hello’ gets a lot more responses than the ‘Hi’ because you can draw out the elongated vowels, saying it in a slow sexy tone.)
She says “Hi’ back to me on her way past. I did a swoop around (which I hardly ever do, but she did catch my attention very well). I walk her direction and stop her just on the sidewalk where I started. We are in front of Finagle a Bagel, next to the crosswalk.
“Well, You ARE ugly…” (I said this while smirking, she definitely knows I’m joking) “…but something is drawing me to want to see what you’re like, find out more about you…HI, I’m C.j.” and I stick out my hand.
Now when I stick out my hand to shake a girl’s hand, this isn’t a business meeting. I am not trying to show her I have a firm handshake, I don’t need any alpha over tilt.
I offer her my hand, solid connection then my palm up holding hers in it. I can give her the most welcoming hand shake so she can feel most comfortable right now. She needs to have a first impression before she’ll feel safe following my lead. Or being in the tension I will be creating.
I don’t not pull my hand back after the standard amount of greeting time; it’s easy to leave it there for as long as she wants to leave hers in it. She doesn’t feel like I’m gripping, just matching her pressure. Often we pull our hand back like we do in a regular nice-to-meet you handshake. This hold open is saying to her in Body language: ‘you have caught my attention, I am still curious’ I leave my eyes mostly in hers while her hand is in mine.
We chat, most of my eye contact on her eyes with quick scans every so often, to think of things and not to seem like a staring psycho. Her hand is still in mine. I am not gripping it, I am just open handed lightly solid.
She tells me she is from Russia; I practice my single Russian phrase with her. “Kahk DeeLah” (written phonetically). We chat a little and I notice her friend is standing a few feet behind her. I can tell from this, that she would get pulled by her friend or pull herself from this to not keep her friend waiting.
I tell her of an outdoor salsa class I am headed to later; I give her the time constraint of: “Well, I was going this way…” (She just starts to slowly pull her hand out of mine), “….and I have to feed the birds…” (she didn’t notice how ‘non-pressing’ that is, time-wise.) “…but let me see your cell phone, we can talk later.”
She pulls her phone out as if she was going to punch the number in herself, but I pretended not to notice, and was holding out my hand expectantly. She finally hands me the phone.
The picture on the phone’s screen was probably why she didn’t want to hand me the phone in the first place, but I’ll get into that in a bit.
I punched in my number, called my phone, and then described to my voice mail everything I just learned about this girl in the few minutes we talked. I hang up & tell her that I will call her a little later and walk on my way.
About 30 min later, I text her saying that “I should be finished at 5:00 and will call you then.” Yes, I did text her30 min after meeting her: I planned on keeping this temperature going.
I got her flirty temperature up while we talked. I knew if I was going to manage this I’d need to keep it up. I text in 30 minutes, call an hour later about a same day event.
I know that when you text things like that, they wait and are thinking about you the whole time until you call. She also is ready to talk to you when you call, she will be a little bit more…um how could I say this?… ‘State-prepared.’
I end up getting caught up in other things when I realize it is 5:45, so I call.
I get her voicemail message. Then a recording tells me her voice mailbox is full. Ok, I carry on.
I saved my name into her phone, so if she has caller ID she’ll know that I called. If she calls back – great…. if she flakes – oh well. She caught my attention for a few minutes.
Then at 5 minutes to six I get a text from her:
She says: “Its almost 6!! ”
So I see she got my text. I am guessing she saw my call on ID, but who knows. Now she is telling me by subtext, “ok C.J., call me now, I will answer.”
I call her. I tell her about the salsa in the park and ask where she is at his very moment. She tells me she’s in the Common
“Great, I’m over by the ‘Park St’ staircase, meet me here and we’ll go over to salsa together.”
This is all part of the ‘Assume the Close’ I just told her about the event, expected she would be dying to go, and told her what to do next to come along. (To be continued)
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I was explaining this to a buddy of mine on a different situation. If she doesn’t want to go, she’ll stop things & indicate it clearly or say it clearly. There is no need to ask her anything. Just lead. If she follows – great, if not – lead to something else.
Hear what she says in words when it comes to her denials. I don’t try to read signals, and tones, and subtext unless they are compliances, unless they are the message I want to hear. Interpretations of subtext are so broad/vague. Guys are not built to read between the lines.
The only: ‘Supposed to’ to define in this interaction are the words. Meanings beyond what is said, while girls get that naturally, if you have learned this, Great. Since the interpretation is open, read the ones you want to hear. (& her seeing which ones you read is a reward to her. She will keep giving back the ones picked up on, the positive ones.)
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(resume)
So, I Tell her of the good time at the salsa. Then I tell her what her next step is, & that it’s easy on her part. We can go from there….
I sit on the planter next to the stair case and am going through my date book paperwork. I think she is coming with her friend. We can all go the Salsa, I can work them like a two set, and some other dance partner will keep her friend occupied.
When she comes over, She gets my attention & is by herself now. (This is a signal her interest; did she ditch her friend to hang out with me alone?)
I stand up, give her a hug, lean back while holding her arms and check her out (I look from eyes all the way to shoes, then back to eyes. My smile brightens in the scan to be brightest back into her eyes as I start a new thread)
I tell her a bunch of details about the salsa as I put my hand on her lower back to guide her to the direction of the staircase.
And I keep talking, no questions to her are needed here, I just ramble along about my day. Girls are usually nervous at the start of dates and such. They want you to be talking & keeping the spotlight off them till they warm up a bit…..this always works for me.
Don‘t worry about it, after they get talking, they love to ramble on. Then you can ask her open ended questions to keep her rambling. At this point, she’ll interrupt if she has something to tell me.
We walk downstairs to Park St. cut across underground tunnel to Downtown to grab the orange line. I body language vibe her the whole way.
I take her hand into mine (as if I am testing it, in my head) then I toss it down like it was covered in cooties. I do that as I’m talking about something else. I pay no mind to it, but it does get filed in her mind, you’ll see the expression on their faces as you get better at vibing.
As we walk, sometimes I will take her by the shoulders and move her to my right side as we walk. That is the side I prefer her on, and this keeps touching, leadership, and her compliance momentum.
I lead her to the right direction at points with my hand on her lower back. Trust me, when you do this they get the feeling of being protected. Its great touching and comfort all wrapped in one move.
As I passed other cute girls walking by, I smiled at them and said ‘hi’ to some. This reminds this Russian girl I am social to chicks. She sees girls along the way smiling at me and saying hi. These unknown girls will return ‘hi’s and smiles much better because I am walking with a girl and totally non threatening.
They don’t think they have to be defensive to my greetings. I couldn’t be hitting on them since I am with a beautiful girl. And if I was, that’s good too because I must be a prize (pre-selected) walking with her….
I know a bunch of people are thinking that these moves make a girl jealous and will screw up chances with her. Not only does it do the opposite, but has this girl earned any of my affections yet?
While waiting for the orange line, I was leaning one arm on the post and she leaned on the same post facing me, leaning her shoulder. She let her face be near mine while we were talking. She just pulled her hair out of her face, turning her head towards me but close, letting her hair fall on her face again.
I just pushed her hair back off her face, letting my fingertips slightly brush her cheek. She doesn’t break her gaze from mine or move back from my touch at all, so now I know. I let my hand find its way from her cheek and hair to the back of her neck and pulled her to me to kiss.
So I started kissing her there. One five minute open, a text, a re-meetup with a hug… a bit of touching, affection push/pull then ten minutes later a kiss. Things happen that fast when you’re plowing on in the vibe, reading and sending the signals. 93% of communication received comes with Tone, Vibe, and Body Language. It seems like a born-with skill, but this like any clever opener, can be learned and mastered.
It was all about reading her cues and vibing that got her here. If I didn’t kiss her at that moment, she could/would have blocked it later. She was in a moment I could seize.
Now we were getting on the packed train, I know she is coming along to my event. There is no need to keep her entertained, so I sit in one empty seat, she stands by the doors. We just kissed, so I’ll give her a chance to let that sink in. It is very key to give girls little breaks, little takeaways that give her the space to come to you. The break from your attentions let her have something to miss.
We get off the train & walked trying to find the salsa park.
We held hands some, like girl & guy buddies, and then I stopped and got interested in something we were passing. I came back to her to decide to kiss her after looking at her a moment. (I takeaway, then back in with a little escalate in level but then I take away again. This is great at building great tension.)
We traded stories about our life. She told me she was a model. I picked up her hands and asked her
“What, a hand model?” So then I talked about Jergen’s and nail polish ads, while she tried to correct me
“No real model!!” she said
I defended them. “That nail polish models work hard you know. They are just as hardworking as the…”
This just got her laughing and still wanting to correct me.
So we went to the park-salsa, danced a little bit, made out along the way. I would stop her along the walk for a kiss, then she would come at me when I stopped the make out early, pushing her away a little. Sometimes when it would escalate in intensity, I would push her back from then too. We’re out in the world; all I want to do out here is build up tension.
“Not here….” I said. We were on the sidewalk or leaning on a store side. “We have a dance class to get to.”
We went to the salsa for a bit, danced some. She wasn’t really into it. She sat on the bench for a while watching while I danced with the other girls. I kept an eye on her to watch if she was getting bored.
Then we bounced to Copley to walk around. We both were push/pulling the whole walk. I would wander too far ahead then she would call me back. Then she would catch up and keep walking right past me until I caught up with her.
I called her on my cell phone. She answered. I told her to stop. She did. I told her to turn around as I was walking towards her. She did that too.
But when I got to her I looked her in the eyes, held eye contact as I kept walking. I gave her a “hmmpht!’ sound for acknowledgment, joking disregard. This was all very playful, like little kids teasing to be the lead.
She followed me, asked where I was headed next. I turned around, took her hands and started talking about Copley spots like they were fun-park rides… or at least in that excitement I explained with.
We wandered around, between random make-outs, and sat on some park benches talking. At one point she pulled out her compact mirror and was checking her hair or whatever….but for way too long and rude while we’re talking.
I am not down with the vanity thing, she can hit the restroom. I also needed to pull her out of her own head. She was dreaming if she thought she could hold may attention with her looks alone.
I just stood up and walked over to another park bench as I went through my Blackberry checking my email.
She continued to be checking herself in the mirror, yet glancing at me every so often. My takeaway didn’t fully work.
Even after a few minutes went by, she looked absorbed, but girls are always on scan-mode, monitoring things in their peripheral even when they don’t look like it.
I got up from my bench and walked the other direction and behind a structure that you couldn’t see through.
My walking path led me to be right behind her bench. I went there but she wouldn’t see where I was because the structure blocked her view.
I also wanted to finish my email but still keep an eye on her; once she was done in her mirror we could have fun again.
Then I get a text: “Why are you always leaving me?” It was from her.
I just walked up from behind her bench, sat next to her and said: “Relax kid, I’m right here, I was just taking care of my email tasks so I wouldn’t have to worry about them later.”
I told her of where I was going next, which was in Brighton, closer to where I live.
“There in a pizza joint & a few cool clubs.” You always have to frame these ideas as things that are already going on, and she can come along. That keeps the pressure off us both.
Now I don’t get too firm in plans. If I want to hang out with her, if she definitely doesn’t want to go along on the event I chose, I just modify my lead, pick a new place for now.
She said no at first, I told her that we could go there later, and started walking to my train. She followed but it was the train that was going where we said anyway.
This next part is weird, I hardly understand it, but it is how it happened: We went to the Arlington st. Greenline station, and would be taking a ‘B’ line to get where I intended. We talked and chatted and joked and laughed as all the other letter trains came by.
I greeted a few girls there and while walking through the station, nothing direct just easy going ‘hello’s. I was bouncing my attention back and forth from my girl and away to someone/something else. Then a ‘B’ train came.
I stood up, and held my hand behind me for her to take it. She didn’t take it, first time all day of me offering it. She said something about not wanting to to go, but she was up standing and a few steps to the train. “Alright, It was fun meeting you…” as if I was leaving.
She stood there with with a look of the blues in her eye, so I pulled her back to the bench as I sat next to her, looking at her uncertainty and I started laughing. The ‘B’ train took off.
“I am going to the Hookah-bar, and then maybe grab a bite to eat in Brighton. It would be great if you came along, but I have better things to do than hang out in a train station. Why don’t you go home for now, it’s been a long day. You’d have a
great time at these places I am going too; I just have to take the next ‘B’ train that comes through. ”
She had no response so I just went on telling stories and chatting about other things. I explained what the next few steps of mine would be. She stayed engaged in the conversation, and I left some open loops to keep her in curiosity, keep her wanting more.
So I did. I got on the next ‘B’ and she came along. We went to Allston, touched base with a lot of my friends in these places. Then around 10 or so, we talked of going to the playground for a little while.
So far at
this point I have about 4 hours of flirting that led this whole thing to be where it is:
We were
at the bus stop, to go to the playground I intended. She was sitting on the bench, her elbows on her knees, her head on her hands facing down. I was standing up waiting for the bus and she looks up at me and says:
“I am Tired….. I want to go home, or I want you.”
I stopped, I thought about what she just said.
Of course I
was taken aback to what I just heard, but I showed nothing. I looked at her again and said as I would say to anything she would have said that I didn’t hear. “I’m sorry, what was that you said?”
“I am tired. I want to go Home, or I want you.” she repeated verbatim.
I thought for a minute. We had been kissing, I was building up her tension all day by stopping early and the ‘almost kisses’ that drive ‘em crazy. Where I have my face close, my lips close, but I smell her skin, the air rushing over as I inhale.
“Ok… let me check one thing.” I said. I sat down next to her and kissed her like I meant it, a real passionate kiss. I stood up and said “Okay.” and stuck my hand out for a cab.
If you want a first date with a woman, and you pass up random moments to express affection or a skip to receive affection she will see right through you. Keep your detail monitor on her, please. Never let yourself automatically withdraw from her ‘accidental’ touch so to speak. It is time to promote it, to welcome it, to flourish it.
Ok, from last Wednesday…I decided to log out this clip. I went into the Logan cafe…as I love it there…I figured a quick sandwich and a soda….Some beautiful bunny was leaning on the brochure counter looking as if she is waiting for someone…She was pretty model stat…Good-‘propa-lady’ like dressed on top of a Bally’s body…She held herself well, and when our eye contact was made…She humbly dropped [private] her gaze to the ground…for a couple a seconds…When she looks back up to see if I am still looking…which I was…I scoped her setup head to toes…On her look up she dropped her gaze again then a good 30 seconds before she looked to the side and the brochures…I figured I would say hi….
C.J.: “Hi, I do have a question for you.”
Beautiful Bunny at the Logan cafe: “Sure, what’s that?”
(I pause… pause. I paused for fun…)
C.J.: “Are you single?” (In my emotionless stone cold straight face)
Beautiful Bunnie: “Well, um…”
C.J.: “I’ll take that as a yes…” (I nodded in the grin that I felt creeping on…)
Beautiful Bunnie: (Laughter)
C.J.: “Well, I just happen to know someone that I
think might like you… if you’re more than
just a pretty face, that is… He’s fun and has
great taste, and I think you’d like him… I’d
love to sit down and get your life story, but I’m
on my way somewhere… do you have email?” I asked…
Beautiful Bunnie: “Yes.”
C.J.: Great… (I take out my favorite astronaut pen)… write it down for
me, and I’ll send you an email when I’m in ‘online time’.
I then folded her slip of paper slid it into the breast pocket of my jacket and wished her a good day…[/private]
I do something with the first people I see for the day to begin my social momentum for the day. As I was getting closer to the bus stop, I saw two girls. One was facing my direction and the other was facing the first girl, away from me. As I got up to the stop, I simply smiled and said “Hello” to the girl facing me.
“Hello” said the one facing me as her friend turned around to see who she was saying hi to. When the second girl turned, [private] she said “Hi” as well, to which I smiled. As I said, I was just greeting the girls to begin the social momentum for the day. There was nothing striking about them, so I just greeted them and left it at that.
As I got on the bus I could see three seats in a row, each with a girl sitting on the inside seat, leaving the outside one open. A quick scan had me take the seat with the cutest of the three, whom I sat next to.
She was wearing headphones, so I waited a few moments then I turned to her, smiled and asked if she knew which stop it was that the Pru was on (yes I knew this, but I was using the situational questions to feel her out). She explained the stop was Copley so I thanked her, gazed at her face for a moment and smiled. She put her earphones back on and went back to her music. I waited a few more beats of time to go by and I turned to her again.
“What color train is that stop on?” I asked her. She told me ‘green’ then asked me if I was new in town. When a girl asks any question about me, it is a signal of curiosity to know more about me and keep the conversation going.
So I went into my elaborate story of how I am from this area, yet I travel so much. I tell her of my last trip to Puerto Rico lasting 7 months longer than I first thought I would stay, then I went on to tell her about the beauty of the place, the friendliness of the people, the tropical animals and my practice in real-life Spanish.
I talked about the food there, and our conversation transitioned to trading stories about different ethnic restaurants in town. She described a Colombian restaurant she liked (which I noted in my head) and I told her how I love to meet up with friends at different spots to split appetizers. This was about 10 minutes since I first spoke to her.
Our conversation was flowing smoothly, back and forth. I could detect her interest in me and I thought she was cool to talk to. I gauged how many stops were left before I’d have to get off and I said to her: “You seem like you have a really cool energy, it’s a shame we can only enjoy each other’s company for the length of this bus ride.” She expressed agreement in smiles and nodding and small comments. I paused to let it sink in; I even looked away for a moment in thought.
Then I turned back to her. “I wonder what steps we’d need to take to pick this conversation up another time” and I let it sink in while she thought of ways two people could connect later. Trade info, exchange numbers, etc.
Then as if I was hit with a discovery I said. “Ya, we should definitely trade info so we can talk again another time” as I pulled out my cell phone. It never seems awkward when I take baby steps to this type of suggestion, just like the expected normal thing to happen next. I have found that by signaling my way up to the number seemed to be easily accepted and replied well to. It wasn’t an all-of-a-sudden: ‘Let me get your number’ out of nowhere in the conversation. I showed where I was going as if it was the natural next step. I also take the asking for anything out of the picture. I don’t ask for numbers, I suggest we trade information. More even exchange, less pressure.
My favorite part when I do things this way is when I start to suggest, sometimes the girl will have the idea: “Oh ya, give me your number.” Or whatever. This seems to drop the flake factor and have her more invested into waiting for/getting my call too. Not all girls do this, they still are humble feminine creatures but it is cool when they do, usually the outgoing ones.
So I pull out my phone to her.
“What is it?” I asked with my cell phone in hand as I selected ‘new contact’ on my phone.
“Jenna.” She told me.
“No your number. I have to punch that in first, then I can put your name to it.” I said. We hadn’t even traded names yet.
She told me her number; I punched it in and put ‘Jenna’ in the name section. “Ok, I will send you a text right now with my name in it so you can save the number. I’m C.J.” and I sent her a text right then. I could see my call coming through, now knowing it is a real number she gave (we had clicked pretty well so I had no reason to think it wouldn’t be but it is a habit) and she saved the number with my name to it.
We kept chatting and she subtly mentioned her brother & his speaking English. “Where is your family from?” I asked. Even when girls make small subtle points, they are stepping stones for more information, further conversation, getting to know each other better.
“Nicaragua.” She said.
“No kidding, como estas?” I had to ask, practicing my Spanish once again. “You can be my Spanish practice buddy.” (I do usually hint at girls getting stuck in my friend-zone if they don’t play their cards right. Here is another frame that I found by owning it first, I never get stuck in.)
She then told me she was riding the green line too and would be coming with me since her stop was one after mine. We boarded the train, chatting for the ride, when I got to my stop, I took her arm for a small squeeze and told her I would talk to her later.
To keep whatever emotional high she was in from meeting me, I sent her a text about an hour later: “Hey Jenna, now I am all curious about the Colombian place you told me of. We’ll have to go split appetizers when we both have time free. C.J.”
…and 20 minutes later I get her text back: “Definitely! =)”
Las Vegas is the world’s adult Disney World. So image being there with a Dating coach guiding you along…scratch that, Image being there with 3-4 coaches!
There is a mansion in Vegas that is creating a buzz in this Seduction “Community”. Yes I said Mansion, 5 bedrooms and baths, fireplaces…yes more than one, POOL! and more!
“Hey hunny, great talking to you, you should come to the after party, AT OUR HOUSE, with a POOL, and Jacuzzi!!” ~C.J. “The Siege” to girls at team pull with JerseyBoy in LA.
Read that quote over again.
Now remeber it. Once you are rolling along in conversation with some new girls, drop that into conversation to see some girl’s eyes light up!
The from there all you have to do is work out logistics to move you all back to the Place wwhen sexy fun is abbout to ahppen.
You see, Siege is there with a single fun outcome in mind that will prioritize the others throughout what is going on. Sure He’ll be enjoying the rest ov=f Vegas, with a particular radar on.
And ALSO rememer, what he is looking to have he gets so once one girl in the group is making out, that feeling transfers to the girl you are talking to with him as your wing.
Then she want’s to making out, this increasing your ability to escalate with her ENPORMOUSLY!!
Then once back to the pad, the girl you are talking to hears/sees sexy time going on with C.J. and his girl. She too want to be having sexy-time since the mere thought of hearing her friend enjoying the pleasures she wants, willl raise her buying temperature like you’d never believe…that is unless you have singed up foro the Vegas Event
This is not your everyday meet-up or weekend boot camp, you and the coaches DO NOT part ways for hours after the outing to your respective hotel rooms. You get a text from a girl after the night is done, there is a coach right there ready to help!
This is a project house weekend in the city that parties 24/7! on Halloween weekend no less!
This isn’t just locals, this is everyone from every where, flying/driving in to party and be naughty!
Guys this is a chance to get out and broaden your horizons! Travel and bring home stories to your friends and even women in your home town. SO when she asks have you traveled your response can be something other than “Yes with my mom and dad, to Disney world, when i was FIVE!
The problem in this are of self-improvement is that there is too many who want to read material for days or months on end and never strp out of their home or their OR their comfort zone then go out with others who do that same thing, and it ends up being “The Blind leading the Blind”
Lets put a stop to that and hit Vegas with coaches and make some memories to last a life time!
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Vegas recommendations
There is some people on this forum heading to Vegas, so I thought I’d put in my recommendations and what I’ve learned:
1. Girls at tables won’t talk to you that much.
Well, if it’s tables like Craps or Roulette, they got time to talk after their turn, or during their turn, but when it comes down to card games, they would prefer not to talk, but think up ways on how to win. You can make quick and witty comments to grab her attention then pull her to a different table, but conversation wise, no- they will not talk to you.
2. Girls are easier at the slot machines.
Slot machines are designed so you can take your time with them. There is no pressure or rush to do anything. So they can stop whatever they are doing and talk to you, or play and talk at the same time.
3. Pull them from different parts of the casino.
The casinos have a lot of things to look at, and places to be. Such as bars, clubs, slot machines, tables, or even watching a game together. Pull them to different areas to create small intimate moments that you can expand on later.
4. Pull them to different casinos.
It’s like making small intimate moments inside the casino, you are now making a larger memory to help raise the attraction and comfort. Also, there is open liquor laws in Vegas. Share a drink outside by bridge that connects the Excaliber to the NYC Hotel, or watch the pirate show at the Treasure Island hotel for free.
5. Shopping Malls inside the casino and the Vegas Strip are awesome places to meet women too.
It’s like Day GSF, except you can pull them into the bedroom without leaving your hotel/casino (well, depending on where you are. I recommend Ceasars Palace. A lot of high class and beautiful girls there.)
6. Wednesday night (or was it Thursday?) at the Planet Hollywood Hotel/casino
Strippers on poles and half naked women everywhere. What’s not to enjoy?
7. Vegas has the best strip clubs in America
JUST DO IT
8. The Vegas Effect
Remember, no one REALLY lives in Vegas…and tourists are always more prone for one night stands as opposed to local natives. Why? Because it’s exciting, daring, and fun.
9. Don’t forget the 4 questions to SNL
This actually works a lot better there, I found.
10. Eat your vegetables…
Nothing is more sexy than a man who loves his vegetables.
AND HERE IS YOUR BONUS:
11. If you’re looking for drugs, late night, on the bridge the connects the NYC Hotel and the Excaliber. Dealers usually hang out there.
Overall, guys, have fun. If you’re looking for any other fun places to check out while you’re there, I visited about all the casino’s, so I know where to go.
-DSmoothMike, Assist. to Dating Coach
D as in “Damn” Smooth as in “Butter” Mike as in “The Filippino lover!”
This girl that I met at 10pm last night, kept me up till 6am today.
Then at 12:30 today, this comes in:
“:) I have not stopped smiling all day, sorry about the latch, hope the rest of ur day goes just as well, I’ll talk to u soon” ~HBScorpio
When I write/post rest of story, you’ll see what I mean when SNL becomes 8 hour love story that needs a sequel to be congruent.
Sure I fall in love like junior high girls get crushes, but 4 some reason the love is real (totally in love with the moments we share(d) & wouldn’t trade those 4 the world.). …..X, Ttyl. CJ
You plant seeds to get her number without any possibility of rejection
On my way Saturday and as usual, I did something with the first people I see for the day to begin my social momentum for the day. As I was getting closer to the bus stop, I saw two girls. One was facing my direction and the other was facing the first girl, away from me. As I got up to the stop, I simply smiled and said “Hello” to the girl facing me.
“Hello” said the one facing me as her friend turned around to see who she was saying hi to. When the second girl turned, she said “Hi’ as well, to which I smiled at. As I said, I was just greeting the girls to begin the social momentum for the day. There was not anything striking about them, so I just greeted them and left it at that.
As I got on the bus I could see three seats in a row, each with a girl sitting on the inside seat, leaving the outside one open. A quick scan had me take the seat with the cutest of the three, whom I sat next to.
She was wearing headphones, so I waited a few moments then I turned to her, smiled and asked if she knew which stop it was that the Pru was on (yes I knew this, but I was using the situational questions to feel her out). She explained the stop was Copley so I thanked her, gazed at her face for a moment and smiled. She put her earphones back on and went back to her music. I waited a few more beats of time to go by and I turned to her again.
“What color train is that stop on?” I asked her. She told me ‘green’ then asked me if I was new in town. When a girl asks any question about you, it is a signal of curiosity to know more about you and keep the conversation going.
So I went into my elaborate story of how I am from this area, [private] yet I travel so much. I tell her of my last trip to Puerto Rico lasting 7 months longer than I first thought I would stay, then I went on to tell her about the beauty of the place, the friendliness of the people, the tropical animals and my practice in real-life Spanish.
I talked about the food there, and our conversation transitioned to trading stories about different ethnic restaurants in town. She described a Colombian restaurant she liked (which I noted in my head) and I told her how I love to meet up with friends at different spots to split appetizers. This was about 10 minutes since I first spoke to her.
Our conversation was flowing smoothly, back and forth. I could detect of her interest in me and I thought she was cool to talk to. I gauged how many stops were left before I’d have to get off and I said to her: “You seem like you have a really cool energy, it’s a shame we can only enjoy each other’s company for the length of this bus ride.” She expressed agreement in smiles and nodding and small comments. I paused to let it sink in; I even looked away for a moment in thought.
Then I turned back to her.“I wonder what steps we’d need to take to pick this conversation up another time” and I let it sink in while she thought of ways two people could connect later. Trade info, exchange numbers, etc.
Then as if I was hit with a discovery I said. “Ya, we should definitely trade info so we can talk again another time” as I pulled out my cell phone. It never seems awkward when I take baby steps to this type of suggestion, just like the expected normal thing to happen next. I have found that by signaling my way up to the number seemed to be easily accepted and replied well to. It wasn’t an all-of-a-sudden: ‘Let me get your number’ out of nowhere in the conversation. I showed where I was going as if it was the natural next step. I also take the asking for anything out of the picture. I don’t ask for numbers, I suggest we trade information. More even exchange, less pressure.
My favorite part when I do things this way is when I start to suggest, sometimes the girl will have the idea and say: “Oh ya, give me your number.” Or whatever. This seems to drop the flake factor and have her more invested into waiting for/getting my call too. Not all girls do this, they still are humble feminine creatures but it is cool when they do, usually the outgoing ones.
So I pull out my phone to her.
“What is it?” I asked with my cell phone in hand as I selected ‘new contact’ on my phone.
“Jenna.” She told me.
“No your number. I have to punch that in first, then I can put your name to it.” I said. We hadn’t even traded names yet.
She told me her number; I punched it in and put ‘Jenna’ in the name section. “Ok, I will send you a text right now with my name in it so you can save the number. I’m C.J.” and I sent her a text right then. I could see my call coming through, now knowing it is a real number she gave (we had clicked pretty well so I had no reason to think it wouldn’t be but it is a habit) and she saved the number with my name to it.
We kept chatting and she subtly mentioned her brother & his speaking English. “Where is your family from?” I asked. Even when girls make small subtle points, they are stepping stones for more information, further conversation, getting to know each other better.
“Nicaragua.” She said.
“No kidding, como estas?” I had to ask, practicing my Spanish once again. “You can be my Spanish practice buddy.” (I do usually hint at girls getting stuck in my friend-zone if they don’t play their cards right. Here is another frame that I found by owning it first, I never get stuck in…Yet to keep this type of statement from indicating she doesn’t have a chance, I [/private] ….will pair it with a statement that has a subtle sexual undertone.)
She then told me she was riding the green line too and would be coming with me since her stop was one after mine. We boarded the train, chatting for the ride, when I got to my stop, I took her arm for a small squeeze and told her I would talk to her later.
To keep whatever emotional high she was in from meeting me, I sent her a text about an hour later: “Hey Jenna, now I am all curious about the Colombian place you told me of. We’ll have to go split appetizers when we both have time free. C.J.”
…and 20 minutes later I get her text back: “Definitely! =)”
When you are chatting along with a new girl and you feel some clicking happening, you have some common interests. You see attraction running both ways you can ask: “Well let me ask you this. What steps do we have to take to make sure we have a chance to talk again?”
And just let that statement go like a seed regardless of her reaction. A few minutes later you can easily say “You are definitely cooler than I first thought. We totally have to trade contact to pick this up again.”
“You won’t believe what I have in store for you!” I told her.
So once again I see the reason it’s great to maintain some contact with a girl I’ve met that I liked but didn’t go [private]very far at first. It was approx 2 years ago or so I went to a Halloween party with a chick friend of mine who also did improv at the Improv Asylum when I did.
At the party, I was introduced to a bunch of cool new people and even traded numbers with some to stay connected. I was dressed as a woman that year, so the chicks seemed to love teasing me in ways that guys tease chicks or objectify them in a playful way.
There was even more than one occasion through the night where I found it necessary to say “Hey! I am more than just a piece of meat for you to enjoy. I have deep feelings and you have to respect me for those.” Totally joking in the moment, of course, and some chicks would take it even further, continuing the thread in a way I liked. When girls grabbed my stuffed boobs I would grab their real ones in response. They just laughed.
They would have playful comments to say I was just a piece of meat or their toy for the night (which I didn’t mind at all). One girl, let’s say Anna, was acting pretty frisky and even was trying to exert some playful dominance on me. To re-remind her of the man inside the costume, I simply picked her up, her back over one of my arms, her legs draped across the other, the way a parent would carry an infant or a groom would carry his bride across the threshold of the motel room. Somebody snapped a photo of this.
Days later, several of us found & friended each other on facebook and she saw this photo so she tagged herself. We commented here & there on each other posts every once in a while, nothing too constant just little hellos.
It wasn’t until a week or two ago I posted a comment “My dance moves are ok, but show me a stripper pole & I really come alive.”
It was my joke. People could take it how they wanted but I wrote it as two unrelated concepts. I could dance ok, but if I was watching a stripper pole with a stripper on it, I would come ‘alive’, so to speak.
She simply commented “Dude, me too!” to which I went to her FB page and wrote: “I hear a dance-off starting to form. You have no idea what sort of competition you’re up against.”
She commented to my post, saying: “Stiff, no doubt.”
Thank you very much Ms. Anna, for starting the sexual undertoned comments. This is my favorite place to be, inspiring these type of comments in girls with my subtlety, then continuing the ping-pong effect.
Soon after, I then had a post on my own page from a magazine article I recently read that said that Boston had the 3rd highest IQ average in the nation. She went & asked what the first two were. They were Raleigh NC and something else, but I saw her question as a set up for a cocky joke on my part.
“What were the first two?” She asked.
“Brighton and Brighton again, both first and second place.” I replied, since Brighton is my neighborhood I wanted to subtly indicate in a joke that I was responsible for the high IQ here.
She went on to agree, then said “Coincidence? I think not…I mean assuming Allston is part of Brighton…”
With: “Coincidence? I think not…” I could see she got my joke. Once she said: “assuming Allston is a part of Brighton…” I saw that she got my joke, and if she was living in Allston, then she was installing herself into the joke, playing along at my level. I read enough interest in this to take it to the next tiny step up. I sent her a private message.
“I had no idea that we’re practically neighbors. If you weren’t such a mischief maker, I’d think we should do coffee or split appetizers & catch up n’stuff…”
In this, I acknowledged her ‘ping’ of letting me know she lived near me with my ‘pong’ of the “neighbors” in the message to let her know I got the idea. I then was suggesting we should hang out soon with a disqualifier of: “If you weren’t such a mischief maker…”
I already could read into our ping-pong comments that she wanted to hang out. By expressing a small reason why we should not, she instantly tries to overcome it. This generates a tiny bit more attraction with a sleight indication (‘we want more what we cannot have’) and is a good place to begin the momentum of a girl in pursuit of a guy, not the other way around.
So the next ‘ping’ reply she gave me was: “Precisely why we should. Mischief loves company. Or something like that…” Which is great. Rather than me asking her if she wants to hang out, I tell her a tiny silly reason why we should not, and she is the first one to actually say that we should hang out. She could guess that mischief was something I like in a girl, so she is guessing at a way to qualify herself to me, and agreeing with the sexual undertones it carries.
Now that she is the one suggesting we hang out, I can play some more with her. I tell her this: “Ok. Maybe that makes sense if we warn the other neighbors first, just in case. Do you text?”
I still indicate the “Maybe” letting her know she hasn’t won my total approval of the idea yet, keeping her working. “Warning the neighbors” was to continue the mischief theme but in the subtext. I saw I had her number from a time back that I never followed up on, I I wanted to keep her invested in this thread’s momentum so I just asked if she texts.
“Of course. Doesn’t everyone? I have no use for the phone other than texting & email & cool games & stuff.” And signed with a nickname I didn’t previously know of hers and her number. By telling me the nickname, she indicated to me a bit more rapport, so from that time on, I called her that to continue it.
I then shot her a text with my phone. “Although I don’t know what I’m getting into with you. Here is my #. ~C.J.”
Then began the texting banter. She must have been in rhyming mood, because she mentioned something about our names rhyming. That rhyme made me think of an improv game I working to be played at the improv group I regularly am a part of. I told her of it, that is was a scene with a bartender whose customer had a problem that he came in and sang about. The bartender would sing his advice, and they both had to rhyme with each other. So I told her to come to improv.
Then she asks me if they serve drinks at the venue the improv is at. I tell her they don’t but we usually go to Unos for drinks and snacks.
She shows up and participates in the improv some, which is good since I bet she thought it was just a show. When it came time to go to Unos she came right along.
At Unos, I directed her to the corner seat in the booth, then I sat next to her (not across table from her) so I could be in close touching distance. When we were talking it was easy to put my hand on her leg for a moment when I was making a point, or to be touching her regularly throughout the conversation. It was easy to be bouncing from conversation with her, which I kept at a closer face to face distance, to the conversations going around the table with my other friends. Since I saw her look to my lips a few times when we were talking so close, I just leaned in & kissed her to which she kissed back and giggled a little.
We traded stories, I told her of my lifecoaching/dreamcatching gig and she tells me that she had an unfulfilled dream.
“What is it?” I ask
“I want to strip.”
I had to tell her my joke that is true: “When I was a kid, my dad was a firefighter so I always wanted a firefighter pole in may house. Since I have grown up, I settled for a stripper pole to be at my house.
After that the easy kisses just came every so often, so I asked her if she drove that night. She told me that she does drive, but took the T since to avoid the parking. I then told her I would have hit her up for a lift home if she had her car. She started telling me of taking the T back together since both of our areas are on the same color line. Then she cut herself off and suggested we split a cab since we live relatively close with each other. I agreed and conversations of other topics came in and out.
When I stepped out to smoke a butt, an adjustment to the dynamic came to me. Different friends that were there had given me a ride home before. When I got back inside I said to Anna “Sometimes my friend gives me a lift back to my place, I wonder if it would be cheaper for you to take a cab back from my place.”
Her first reply was “Couldn’t he just give me a ride back to my place too?”
I had already though of the possibility of her thinking this so I told her. “It is much easier for me to ask for a ride for you & me back to my place than also be asking for a ride for you, a person they just met first time tonight to a whole other place…taking more time.” It was unspoken, but there is a sleight indication that by asking for this extra favor might have less of a change of being favorably granted.
Girls are great at thinking of all the possibilities in a social situation. If she was to put all the possibilities on the table then it would compare. She may like me to be splitting a cab with her, spending a little more time together. I thought of that, but it wouldn’t be as smooth to get her back to my place in those circumstances. If she denied the suggestion, I may just tell her to take the T back and I will get a ride from my friend. Of course I don’t know for sure, but I bet she considered that last possibility. She agreed that a cab back from my place would make the most sense.
Most of the ride, while she was in the back I spent most of the time during the ride, talking to my friend, making small points to her. So during the ride back, as we passed a road that a turn would lead to her place, she mentioned it this way: “Left” quietly in a playful tone. Although I didn’t know exactly where she lived, I guessed what she was getting at.
“No problem, you can take a cab back from my place.” Thankfully, my buddy didn’t interject by saying he could take her to her house. He might have not even known what she was talking about when she said “Left,” since he does know how to get to my place and thought that’s where we were going.
She said nothing else, so the conversation continued and we arrived at my apartment. I was sort of offering that my buddy comes in too, but thankfully he beat me to the punch. He said he had to run, that he had an early morning tomorrow.
So Anna and I went up to my apartment. She came in very confidently, opposed to how I do notice when girls are sometime a bit hesitant for a few when they are in a guys place their first time. They come in for the tour, settle to the environment as I offer them a drink and get them settled in a comfortable area.
She went on to be playing with my cat. I told her that I thought it was awesome that she got along so well with the cat and the cat liked her. She seemed to spend an extra minute or two playing with the cat after I said that.
She previously told me she had an unfulfilled dream of stripping some day. She had a very tight body, exercised regularly and I could see she had a palm sized ass, still beautiful hip curves. Of course I had to show her the stripper pole I have installed at my place. It has always gotten a playful reception form girls who come over for dinner parties and for other reasons.
She loved it. She started showing off her moves to which I sat back and enjoyed the show. After a few minutes, when she had done a good multi-move sexy routine, she was closer to where I was sitting with her ass in my direction. I simply put a hand on each side of her hips, pulled her down to be sitting next to me, and let the makeout begin.
Things escalated for a while, she kissed her way down my stomach to give me some head, which was actually very good. Since I did want to fuck her, I stopped her at doing this, guided her to be on her back and did some ravishing all over her body to get her more aroused.
I ran my hands and kissed, all over her body. As I was kissing her belly, my hands were up on her boobs. With a quick maneuver with my hand, I unhooked her bra (I would recommend practice on these to be very smooth). I did this while kissing, usually when done quickly and smoothly, girls hardly notice it is coming off (which they like things to be that smooth) until they feel their nipples are being played with.
We play-wrestled around on the futon, making out & playing different ways. Then in a smooth, unbutton and slide down, her pants came off. While kissing her below, she had moans of pleasure but still was gently and playfully resisting and laughing.
She was enjoying what she was feeling, yet didn’t want to surrender to me yet I could tell. I could feel that in her, and wasn’t bothered so I kept repositioning us in different ways through our wrestling, both of us laughing.
Probably to avoid the slut-label girls often think they need to avoid during a first night encounter like this. She pulled her pants back up. Once I first detected this, I took the control. Taking the waistband of her pants, I pulled them all the way up, rezipped and rebuttoned them while saying “Whoa missy, as much as I am attracted to you, we are going way too fast.”
By seizing her hesitation to be my hesitation, I now had more of the control of it. When I resparked sexy-time further, it is more as if her sexy moves had me to reconsider my choice of slowing things down, in a subtle way. Even when she was on top of me and things got hotter and heavier in both of us, she went to stand up for a moment. That is fine, she can let those feelings of me touching her to soak in & her feeling her arousal without me touching her for a moment, building desire in her.
Rather than try to keep things in a state of continuation, I laid my head back and mostly closed my eyes. I was just enjoying her for the moment, we were making out and escalating so now that it paused, I just sat back and enjoyed what was previously going on. Instead of glaring at her in anticipation for more escalation, I was just comfortable. Sure I had my eyes closed but one squinted every so often so I could see what she was doing. That way she didn’t feel like she had my full attention, eagerly awaiting her next move. If things were to end for the night at that point, I was fine. I could see her watching me expectantly, then she picked up a huge carnival stuffed dog of the floor & in a silly way she first pressed it to my chest where I was reclined a bit.
As I opened my eyes and looked at her she let herself down to be on top of me with the stuffed dog between us. (Weird barrier) Then the kissing began again with me pulling out the stuffed animal and we play-wrestled again, letting things escalate further. Then I was the one stopping things, mentioning that I had to get up early tomorrow so we should call her a cab.
She agreed, so I looked up cab companies online & selected one to call. Since she was sitting next to me, while I was waiting for someone to answer, I put my hand on Anna’s back and guided her down to be giving me head again. I heard the taxi guy answer but was a little distracted so I disconnected. She was pretty passionate and enthusiastically going down on me, it was late so I let her finish me to orgasm. I kissed her & told her she did awesome. She told me she had to work the next morning so I picked up the phone to call the cab again, this time giving the guy the addresses.[/private]
…. that they just met, the woman isn’t really sure or clear that he is interested in her directly. One way to playfully indicate this is to talk about it as future plans. “Oh my God, I am so totally going to start hitting on you in the future because…”
By doing this there is nothing to object to or to reject right now. It is a playful statement you made almost indicating that if she plays her cards right you will get hit on by you. This leaves the potential open without being too direct.
By using this future perspective you can lay [private] a lot of things out just as ‘potential’. “That is so cool! You love food and I love food”. “I love going to all these different new cultural and hole in the wall restaurants around town, we can be food buddies and check these places inside out.” This is no need for any specific logistical details, this is just indicating that if she does play her cards right there is another fun activity the two of you can do together.[/private]
…And can tell that she is automatically hesitant although she like you.
I usually say something like this: [private]
“Nah, it’s not about the number. I think you’re a cool person. It will be cool to see each other again.”[/private]
After I walked Stacy to her car, I was walking around the common when I spotted a girl sitting on the floor with a binder and a highlighter. She lit a cigg, and I took a few steps forward, stopped, and slightly turned my head and asked, “Excuse me, do you have an extra smoke?” She said that she did not and that she only had one more left. I told her that even if you were going to offer me that last one, I wouldn’t take it unless she kept insisting.
[private]
This made her chuckle. I looked at the window of an art store and asked which one was hers. She said that she didn’t have one, but knowing what kind of school that Emerson College is known for, I made a comment about her being an artsy major.
After that, I sat down a few feet away from her. Keeping my distance, I didn’t face her yet, but asked what she was working on. She said that she is at school trying to be a speech therapist. I told her that I stutter and then that lead onto a great conversation. Her exam was about stuttering, actually. I told her about how despite my verbal handicap, I still managed to do everything in the performing arts that I’ve wanted to do. Thus, concluding that stuttering is a emotional/cognitive state.
She agreed to that. I then said that she had a good vibe and all that jazz, then I said to her that we should hang out. At first, she said that if I hang out here a lot, I’ll be sure to see her again. I told her that the chances of us running into each other is pretty slim. However, when we do, it might be fate. Her eyes seemed to brighten up.
Then I asked her to hang out with me again. Asking in statement form, though. Like, “We should go get coffee sometime and just chill in the common”.She looked downward, towards me then said that she has a boyfriend and he would probably not like it.
I smiled and said, “I said, ‘hang out’, not ‘date’.” Now, after I said that, she takes out her phone and said, “Ok, if that’s the fact, then yeah. It would be cool to hang out. Maybe grab a cup of coffee or something.”
I told her about how my apprentice and I go do magic outside on the commons on Sundays or Saturday day. She said that she hangs out there a lot and was hoping to go see me one day. That was nice. We’ve been texting each other since.
~DSM[/private]
“Look< i hate to admit it, but I have caused break-ups on more than one occasion…”
“Ya, I can tell. Your boyfriend already wants me.”
[private]“This is an interesting conversation. Its too bad (you/I) have to run. You seem like a cool person. I am almost tempted to suggest we hang out some more…”
“Ya who knows, it could be fun. A good cup of coffee or tea. Which do you prefer?”
“You seem like such a cool person. I get pretty busy during the week & who knows. Sometimes we never get to be in touch…but it would be fun…at least…maybe briefly chat or something like that. What’s the best way to go about it, what do you think?”[/private]
A little warm-up before going out on a clubbing night keeps the social wheels well lubed. Open some random people to get the momentum going & maybe you can hook a pivot girl for the night…[private]
Meeting two buddies at Fanueil Hall and we worked our way down the aisle. I need to take a squirt so we went looking for a Bathroom.
Outside of the entry door to the market place was a menu for the restaurant just inside. As we walked closer I saw the girl reading the menu by herself. One of the things we all learned is opening everybody no matter what… just to keep it as habit.
Without seeing her face yet, she could be stump-ugly for all I knew, so I just spun up next to her and started talking: “seen anything good, so far.” Now the thing is I just started talking before either of us saw each other’s face or eye contact or anything.
Before this, I saw she was petite, she had a good top of long blonde hair, and was dressed in fun looking contemp hip cloths. So yes that is what I qualified on up to this point, but there was no 3 second rule, no chance for either of us to start prejudging anything, just talk was going and our opinions would form at the rate of our dialog…
She turns around, turns out to be pretty cute. “Well, yeah it all looks good. Do they serve beer here?” She asks me.
“I would think so..”
“I guess yes, this is Mass, restaurants here can all can serve beer right?” Now that I hear she is from out of town, its time to cut the ‘menu’ thread.
“Oh yeah, where you from?” I ask
“Florida.” Which led to some common ground dialog for us, since I lived in Florida before. She lives in a completely different area but enough to get chatting about..
Listening to bits and pieces of why she is here, we chat it up for few. I saw her alone at the sign and now find out from out of town. On mini Vacation by herself? You know what that means!!! Girls get the Vegas vibe on any vacation. {‘What happens in Mass stays in Mass’ is gonna be going through a FL chick’s head at this point}
“What are you doing? Can I buy you a beer?” she asks.
I tell her: “Yeah. get us a table and order me a diet coke. I can stay for a few minutes..so I’ll be right back.” I hit the the bathroom and find my buds. I tell them I’ll need a few minutes and I’ll reconnect after this girl.
So spike her attraction, mostly listening, watching her talk while scanning her face. Watching her eyes, she sees me scan across her neck, up to her ears. I alternate looking at each of her eyes then down to her lips then to her eyes as I lick my lips, still just listening.
Keeping her talking was just about asking questions about her pleasurable subjects and interrupting her stories of bad things with unrelated random questions of good things. I want her to relate this time to good thoughts, happy thoughts.
We split a plate of some vegetable fra Diavlo and when I bring up the club I’m headed to, she says she wants to go but only has sneakers…
So I ask how long she is in MA for(couple days), then tell her of the next day’s club having the same dress code, so she gives me her number and tells me she’ll get the new shoes she saw that day… now that she has an excuse.., I give her a pinky promise to call & then a hug (at which she pecks my cheek)
My main point of this one, is how easy it is to roll when you don’t even see her much before you start talking. You don’t anticipate anything, she doesn’t either…you both come in talking and things roll as they do, easily.
Sure its like this: If you get talking and she is the type you are looking for: 10+ with an 11 personality(lol), then great, but if not that is great too. She will either be a friend, pivot or she was good practice to keep your momentum going.
A few key things I want to point out with this seemingly simple statement :
I never use any “buzzwords” like “date” or “take you out” or “get your number”. These phrases instantly put up a girl’s defenses. I also don’t sound like I’m trying to skirt the issue, though.
I am genuine and that I’m interested in being her friend. I don’t sound like some sketchy guy that she wouldn’t want to trust.
I’m leading her to offer her phone number to continue this. There’s nothing worse than a guy saying, “Can I please have your phone number?”
At time I might suggest: “We totally gotta trade contact” when I am having fun talking to her, she is fun to talk to.
You have some rapport and she already is doing different things to signal to you that she is [private]interested in learning more about you. “I just don’t give my number to chicks that I meet in the world anymore but if I put your name on your number (As I hand her my phone), I would pick it up when you call.“[/private]
…an underlying theme in a girl’s world but also showing that you are[private] making an exception for the girl you just met is easy.
I do this by saying something that has both ideas in it like this:
“Well I just don’t give my number to chicks that I meet in the world anymore…but if I put your name on your number, I would pick it up when you call.” As I hand her my phone.
[private][private]“Ok cool, gimme your number before I forget to ask later.” because I get so caught up in conversations, it is likely I willl if I don’t say something when I think of it.
Siege had this great post on how he number closes. And I recently began using it. In conversation, find[private] a common ground of something you like then make a plan to do it together. For example, during a day game pick up it went something like this.
Ace: I LOVE exploring the city. It’s fun doing something new every day.
HB: I like walking around the city too!
Ace: That’s awesome. You sound so adventurous. We have to go on a wild journey together! It will be the best adventure of ALL TIME! We’ll get on a magic carpet and I can show you the world! Then they can make a Disney movie about us. Let’s do it!
HB: Haha! Ok!
Ace: Awesome! (High five!) What is the best way to get in contact with you so we can plan this wild expedition?
HB: I can give you my number!
Sometimes a girl says…I can give you my email…facebook…phone number. Regardless, I found this approach to work well for me.
I credit Siege for posting about this and discussing this with me! This really works because you have something to DO together. Plus, she is the one GIVING you the number. It makes it seem like she WANTS to continue this interaction, rather than you asking to continue it by asking for her number.[/private]
“I just don’t give my number to chicks that I meet in the world anymore…but if I put your name on you number, I would pick it up when you call.” and I hand her my phone. [/private]
So I went out and met up with my NY buddy. He’s great to hang with, great conversationalist, and he lets me push him in or pull him into sets.
Just to increase the number of sets I open, I tried to do the: ‘Give $200 to your buddy who pays you $20 each time you open.’ This was great because it took ‘my pre-judgement of sets’ out of the equation. I didn’t care (as much) what the girl looked like, I was just running routine to get my 20 bucks.!
(I thought it was weird at first, but Dave would come up to me mid set and say: “Here’s that $20 I owe ya.” so I could just intro him in.)
Well that is the mindset. I would have my goal as I entered as $20, but of course I would stay in good sets, eject from the not-so, and make a few regular chick-friends in the process.
One of the last stops we made was where the Christian Science building is. Behind it there is a circle of water shooters all pointed to the center. As Dave and I walked up, I scanned the people sitting around it on the surrounding wall.
As we came in and looked at it, talked about the kids running through it, I turned to a blonde (who is behind me, since that is why I chose to stop walking here) sitting in the the sun and asked “Almost ready to run through?” I asked her. She laughed and said ”no way,”
“Okay good” as I start to empty my pockets into my backpack. “We need you to watch this stuff as we run through.” meaning Dave and myself. There was another brunette sitting about 10 feet away on the other side of the blonde. They don’t know each other, just two separate girls as far as I know, so far.
As the blond and I were talking and I see the brunette behind blonde, looking at me as I was speaking to the blonde, so I start to smile to the brunette every so often while I’m talking.
Then me and Dave run through the fountains, horse around with some of the kids playing, then make it back to the wall and somewhat dry off.
I have a new Iron Maiden shirt in my back pack so I can change out of my button down to put on a dry shirt. I re-open the conversation with the blond to take a picture of Dave and me. Then to show her how to use the camera I take a picture of her and Dave. Then she takes our picture and I get an idea:
I open the brunette by asking her to take a picture of Dave, me, and Blonde. I almost looked for another set to merge, but this felt good so far.
The brunette went back to her place by herself. While us 3 are chatting… just random comments between Dave, Blonde and myself.
At one point I ask the brunette if she’s ready to run through. When she says no I just swat my hand in her direction as if she’s no fun. “Forget you then..” I say in smiles to her but turn to Dave and the blond who are just chilling at this point to resume with them. At this point Dave is laying back and blonde is in her iPod.
While I sat down & looked next to me at blond and saw her pull the iPod earphone out of her ear as if I was talking and she couldn’t hear. I wasn’t saying anything yet but just took the cue and started rambling about the fountain.
In learning that she was a pharmacist and had a long day of training from her pharmacy, it was cool and all but I wasn’t hooked yet. I did see brunette looking over every once in a while, so the first little attention fade blonde gave me, I rolled off, stood up walked a few steps to the brunette and opened her.
Now this 2nd girl was great. First I saw how eager she was to my open after rolling out of the other set. Turns out although she was a little less stereotype good looking as the blond could be pegged for, this brunette really caught my attention, was more interesting and we had some good commonalities.
I told her how “I was going to stop last second and let Dave run it by himself, but as I got closer …it actually looks like a lot of fun”
We small talked until I heard. I gave her a ‘what should he do’ story. She was giving answers of: “I don’t know that could be tricky…”
I started to turn away a little bit, then turned back as I thought of something: “You know I would’ve agreed with you but one point my buddy brought up was how people expect opportunity to land in their lap, but a lot of times it lands just near by (as I am signaling towards the other side of the blond where I was sitting) and you just have to notice it to seize it.” as I motion to myself.
She nodded yes then asked me “What do you do?” I gave her some jokes, then told her being a (my name) is a full time job. I told her of moving here and some places where I’ve lived. She lived in a different part of the cape as I did, but we agreed on factors of it. She then jumped from there telling me what she does. I think she was excited to share it, who wouldn’t be…
“What?!, Your a Dolphin trainer?? I can’t hang out with you, I do Improv and you’ll always be trying to upstage me with your fish.” I started to get up as If I was really leaving because of this. Not stand but turn my body and put my feet like I was, while straightening up.
“From Falmouth to Boston, eh?” I laughed.
“What part of the cape did you live in,”She asked. Love it! She reinvests herself with something to get me talking. I start to tell her then cut myself off. “I wasn’t sure at first, but you seem like you have a cool energy, MIGHT make a good friend….” I just look perplexed at her like I’m trying to size her up right now and as if she is supposed to reply.
She shifts a bit in her seat. “Its a shame Dave and I have to go, my swing dance class starts soon…” I pause an look as if I am thinking something over. ..
“Alright (in agreeing tone) do you have a cell phone?” Its next to her, she shows me. I take it from her to punch in my number, “I’ll give you my number, since my phone is all the way over there.”I point to my backpack.she takes it back to put it on: ‘new contact.’ .
“Yeah, but I won’t call you.” at least she’s honest. “Ok then lets do this,” (as if it was any different that what I was already going to do.)
“I’ll call your number through, and tell my voicemail what your like so far.” So I do call it through and describe her in the most teasing way with what I knew about her. “Here is *****’s number. Adventurous enough to swim with dolphins, but too ‘scaredy-cat’ to run through the sprinkler, figure that out.”
As I get up I tell her I’ll call her tomorrow since my weekend gets crazy. “Maybe you can come along, or we’ll grab lunch next week.”
Funny thing was. As I walked to get my bag where Dave was sitting (he still hadn’t plowed on with blondie, she was a bit too reserved conversationally) and it was the first time I saw how it was okay to number close two girls in sight of each other. ”You seem like you’d be kinda cool if we picked this up on day you haven’t had 8 hours of training. You better give me your number if you want to pick this up another day…”
“Yeah it was long.” She tells me, so I take out my cell.
“What is it?” and she gave me her number.
Look. I don’t know if either of them are going to be my type of girl, I don’t know them well enough, but I probably wont call the blonde. She was boring, and I only asked # to see what she would say. I was curious to how strong that jealousy thing inside of girls does work. I’m sure it works different with different girls.
These were two 1 sets we merged, and Dave wasn’t playing.
Blonde didn’t make it to want to call her again, & we’ll see how dolphin chick makes it in the next round.
