FU Almost had it but angry woman stops me, lose my cool, things get nasty

[Indian Race Troll (IRT)]

Went out last night to run the usual night game routine and at first it seemed kinda promising. Tried a few bars and it looked promising. Was at one bar and I saw these two hot girls, one black mixed and one Asian. The Asian one smiled at me, grabbed her Indian friend, and she looked at me and smiled to. So I approach them and it was all smiles. Stayed in, chatted for a while with them, and they seemed to be into me. These girls were sexy too and were asking me all sorts of questions about my life as they told me about theirs.

Apparently the Asian girl was Korean and the mixed black girl was Brazilian. It all seemed to be going well until one of them got a text and said they had to meet with a friend somewhere but the Korean girl insisted that we all exchange numbers, I did so, lets see where it leads. I should have asked them if I could tag along but no.

Went over to another bar, a large one, and entered. Ordered a drink and then decided to look around.

Feel someone bump right into me hard, I look back, and it's a shorter girl with dark hair, brown eyes, and a tan. The kind of look that has made up the vast majority of my lays in the recent year. I look back at her, she smiles and has that seductive look in her eyes.

Me: hello
Her: Hey
Me: (smile)
Her: So what's your name?
Me: (name), yours?
Her: (name)
Me: So, I am guessing that was an accident? Are you alright?
Her: Oh no, it wasn't an accident (looks at me smiling about to laugh)
Me: That was a nice bump, you play sports?
Her: Yup, I used to play softball, you look like you played some sports before
Me: Which ones?
Her: I dunno, the UFC stuff or hockey
Me: You must be Canadian
Her: Why?
Me: An American girl would have said football
Her: Haha, no fuck Canada, wow (grabbing my arm and rubbing her hands over it, she had that seductive look in her eyes and a smile to go with it)

We chat for a bit but then I tell her I have to head out, she insists that I stay. I tell her I really need to go and then she grabs my arm and gives me that puppy eye look. Smile and tell her I have to go, it was really an excuse to get away from her. She wasn't even bad looking but I've just been with way too many girls of that look and was looking for something different.

Look over and I see this tall blonde with an athletic body standing around, had to go talk to her before someone else did so I immediately approached her.

Me: So how are you liking tonight at this place?
Her: What?
Me: How are you? I had to come talk to you because I thought you were kinda cute
Her: Wow okay, I am great, great!
Me: A bit excited?
Her: Oh no, I am always like this
Me: I thought I had scared you or something!
Her: Oh no, you don't look like a person someone would be scared of
Me: That can be a compliment and an insult
Her (laughs) so what's your name?

I give her my name, she gives me hers, and we go find a booth somewhere. We talk about where she was from, she was from Ohio and used to play volleyball for her school. She seemed pretty chill and I had a raging erection from the thought of taking this girl home. The girl went from lukewarm to receptive and into me.

So we're sitting, chatting, and things seem okay until, the brunette that bumped into me earlier comes to our table and says to my face "what happened to leaving?".

Me: Hello!
Brunette: What happened to leaving?
Blonde: What?
Brunette: He was talking to me, told me he was going to leave, but then he is here, this guy should go into politics (she is loud while saying this and pissed)
Blonde: Is this your...
Me: Oh no I just ran into her tonight
Blonde: So you go around talking to random women until one bites?
Brunette: Yes!
Me: No! I didn't talk to her she bumped into me
Blonde: Then you don't know her?
Me: No!
Brunette: You are a liar (calls me by my name)
Blonde: So it's a game, tired of dealing with guys like you (gets up)
Me: Wait (look of shock)
Brunette: Weren't you going to leave?
Me: You fucking cunt!
Brunette: Uh what?
Me: What the hell?
Brunette: What did you call me?
Me: What is your problem?
Brunette: What did you call me? (louder)
Me: Why did you come over here?
Brunette: What did you call me? (even louder)
Me: You fucking cunt!
Brunette: (slaps me across the face with a pissed off look in her eyes)
Me: Wow
Brunette: (pissed off look in her eyes)

A few people were looking on, swear one was recording as they had that cellphone up. Women here, when they are at their worst, they are really at their worst. Quite a few women here with short tempers, might avoid that part of town for a few weeks. The slap was hard and I felt the burn even as I tried to sleep that night.

It could have gotten nasty, I felt like maybe pushing her, but then I just head out of the bar and headed back home.

Horrible night but I might try to get something set up with the Korean and Brazilian girl tonight if I can.

 

[Bastian]

It sucks when you know what to do, but you don't and do something else instead. At the same time, the brain is an efficient beast, it digs down to it's lowest level of training.

That would have been a great situation to practice meta-framing. And in truth, Brunette likely had a worst night by the end of it. She finds and attractive guy and goes out of her way to "bump" into him, then she talks to that guy thinking about what a great mate he would make until said guy *has* to leave. Then she finds him talking to another woman (ouch, she's not good enough) and decides to rain on his parade. Prince charming then calls out her bullshit with a "cunt". Fucking hilarious, that's a story she won't tell her girlfriends anytime soon, not the true version of it anyways.

I remember Chase writing about some drunk Mongolian guy who punched him in the forehead for flirting with said guy's wife, I forgot what he did afterwards but it wasn't stomping the guy to death. Shoving her isn't worth it, Oh Pry. Best case scenario she apologizes & leaves (and your danger value in the bar skyrockets, assuming no one kicks you out); in the worst case the cops are called and both of you are charged with misdemeanors.

We'll we waiting for the upcoming LR!

 

[Average]

Well that was a pretty messed up thing for her to do.

I know that the best thing to do here was to avoid the situation entirely, but I'm curious to know what the right way to handle this situation would have been if there really was no way out of it.

I keep imagining myself in this situation but I keep coming up with things that would have worsened the situation. Was this really something in which there was no way to win (I.e. Leave with the new girl)?

 

[Ree]

Fuck.....hell hath no fury ...right?

 

[YS.]

I've had a very similar situation happened to be and since then I've always wondered how best to handle situations like this.

Had a 2 set, late night on the street. Direct Daygame. Gamed them very well, good vibe, chill-suave but also very gangster, into good comfort. Made the girls pay for my stuff at the cafe.

Then a msged this girl about meeting up, she saw but didn't msg back. Then I went out, opened another girl, hooked very well even though I was super out of state, gamed her relatively well, got her #, cool.

Then I saw those girls on the street, this was late night. Tried to walk the other way, they followed me and stopped me. Said we saw you with the other girl, they talked that they know that girl and talked to her. They asked me do you do this a lot, to all the girls? I couldn't hold frame at all. It was a classical case of beta male shaming and I think once they saw in my eyes that I was done (my voice got seeking rapport, I just denied shit, couldn't hold eye contact and my energy got super defensive and fearful), they went fucking WILD. The main girl got more aggressive and aggressive with every word (she was a low value, chick. relatively conservative), on the middle of the street starting screaming at me and shaming me. Threatened to go to the police if I didn't pay her her money back because I harass girls on the street and harassed her, etc. I was literally just frozen but handled it kinda well considering the circumstances I think, gave her money while taking the abuse, in the middle of everyone late night. Then she screamed some swear words, told me to delete her number and walked off pissed. I fucked 4-5 girls the month after this (so it was like a good luck charm) but it was also rather traumatic lol.

I believe if only I could hold my frame none of this would've happened but open to suggestions of how other people deal with stuff like this?

 

[TheHustler]

There is a great deal of social risk someone is taking when they do pickup. There is a risk for everything someone does in life though. Going indirect can help but does not solve the problem. Some members society don't like pickup artists. You have to decide if you are willing to take the inherent risks involved with it.

I am happy that I have picked up chicks.

 

[Fuck This]

Well first of all, if you are going to leave one girl to look for other options you have to have a little bit of plausible deniability. "hey it was great meeting you. I've got to say goodbye to some friends before I leave."

I've been caught when one girl wasn't receptive, and I approached another and started making progress. It's a risk you take.

In his youth, my uncle was at a hotel pool in Hawaii chatting up some cute females . Some neighbors were there on family vacation, saw him and sent all the kids down crying "Daddy, Daddy, come back to the room! Mommy says it's your turn to watch us!" It was a dirty joke but well played...