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So, back when I started chasing women, I'd go out. Like, a lot. Sometimes, though, I'd just stop and watch. I'd sit down, get comfy, and jsut spy at the people around me doing whatever in the club or bar. Then I'd and ask myself: Why? And more importantly: Who's having success, and why? Who's failing, and why? Then I'd try to figure out the what, why, and how of success and failure in the venue.
In other words, I did Sociology! Only for pickup... And wouldn't ya know, I sure found out a bunch of interesting things this way!
For instance, I noticed that guys who "tent" the woman — meaning they stand right in front of her so she's pinned against the wall, the bar, or the railing — would almost always get auto-rejected, no matter how handsome or charming they were. Guy go up to girl, tent, get rejected. It was uncanny.
I once saw full on line of men trying their luck with two hotties sitting on bar stools up against a railing. One by one they got rejected. Some of them got rejected so hard it looked like they were about to cry (to my thorough schadenfreude, obviously). These unlucky bastards would all form a kind of tent over the girl while interacting with her, leaning in, crowding her, standing above her… and bada-bing, bada-boom, it was just a matter of time before he was rejected.
Now, the smooth guys — and they weren't necessarily the best-looking — would approach from the side. (Which lines up neatly with other observations on human behaviour made by such diverse professions as police and journalists alike.) They weren't all successful, but they usually got a longer interaction. If the girl started laughing, though, or if he said something that made her touch him, then numbers were exchanged. Sometimes he didn't even take a number; he just took her with him.
On the flip side, there are certain guys who can make "tenting" work, but their common denominator is that they never lean in. Instead, they stay at an arm's length. Super chill. Zero pressure. Clear voice, good presence. Their vibe carries without them crowding her. (Still doesn't work in noisy clubs, though. But noisy clubs are fun for other reasons, that I might get back to.)
Btw, what I'm talking about here is normal under-the-radar socialisation. Not Apocalypse or Adventure Opener type shenanigans. So, indirect, not direct, which is what most guys will ever dare to try in just about any situation. (But as said before, we're not normal men in here.... So, let's explore this a bit further!)
Then there are the exceptions. Here's one of mine:
I enter the club. Notice two girls sitting on high stools against the wall. One of them notices me and smiles. (Approach invitation.) So I just grab my balls (not literally), walk straight up to her, look intensely into her eyes while fully tenting her. And then I say these magical words:
"I'm a vampire!"
This made zero sense to me at the time, and still makes zero sense to me now — but it somehow worked. After saying this frankly crazy line I immediately started kissing her neck (cuz, like... It felt right at the time). After this opening, she turned to her friend, all doe-eyed like, while eye-coding. And like Don Corleone, her gf slowly nodded back. And just like that we were outta there!
So yeah. The point is: go out and make observations like the proper sociologist you are! Write down what you see! Turn those observations into general rules so you actually know what you're doing next time you go out. And once you know the rules, maybe break one or two of them. For science! Push into the WTF territory and find out in which situations you can still get away with whack shit. Or not. Face it, it's probably safer not to. Unless you get an obvious approach invitation, but I digress...
In other words, I did Sociology! Only for pickup... And wouldn't ya know, I sure found out a bunch of interesting things this way!
For instance, I noticed that guys who "tent" the woman — meaning they stand right in front of her so she's pinned against the wall, the bar, or the railing — would almost always get auto-rejected, no matter how handsome or charming they were. Guy go up to girl, tent, get rejected. It was uncanny.
I once saw full on line of men trying their luck with two hotties sitting on bar stools up against a railing. One by one they got rejected. Some of them got rejected so hard it looked like they were about to cry (to my thorough schadenfreude, obviously). These unlucky bastards would all form a kind of tent over the girl while interacting with her, leaning in, crowding her, standing above her… and bada-bing, bada-boom, it was just a matter of time before he was rejected.
Now, the smooth guys — and they weren't necessarily the best-looking — would approach from the side. (Which lines up neatly with other observations on human behaviour made by such diverse professions as police and journalists alike.) They weren't all successful, but they usually got a longer interaction. If the girl started laughing, though, or if he said something that made her touch him, then numbers were exchanged. Sometimes he didn't even take a number; he just took her with him.
On the flip side, there are certain guys who can make "tenting" work, but their common denominator is that they never lean in. Instead, they stay at an arm's length. Super chill. Zero pressure. Clear voice, good presence. Their vibe carries without them crowding her. (Still doesn't work in noisy clubs, though. But noisy clubs are fun for other reasons, that I might get back to.)
Btw, what I'm talking about here is normal under-the-radar socialisation. Not Apocalypse or Adventure Opener type shenanigans. So, indirect, not direct, which is what most guys will ever dare to try in just about any situation. (But as said before, we're not normal men in here.... So, let's explore this a bit further!)
Then there are the exceptions. Here's one of mine:
I enter the club. Notice two girls sitting on high stools against the wall. One of them notices me and smiles. (Approach invitation.) So I just grab my balls (not literally), walk straight up to her, look intensely into her eyes while fully tenting her. And then I say these magical words:
"I'm a vampire!"
This made zero sense to me at the time, and still makes zero sense to me now — but it somehow worked. After saying this frankly crazy line I immediately started kissing her neck (cuz, like... It felt right at the time). After this opening, she turned to her friend, all doe-eyed like, while eye-coding. And like Don Corleone, her gf slowly nodded back. And just like that we were outta there!
So yeah. The point is: go out and make observations like the proper sociologist you are! Write down what you see! Turn those observations into general rules so you actually know what you're doing next time you go out. And once you know the rules, maybe break one or two of them. For science! Push into the WTF territory and find out in which situations you can still get away with whack shit. Or not. Face it, it's probably safer not to. Unless you get an obvious approach invitation, but I digress...
