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When I moved cities, then ended a relationship, I hit the dating apps/sites hard. I got a bit lucky with my first connection – a very smart girl at a STEM school who was also a working high-fashon runway model. Celine had maybe the prettiest face of any girl I’ve known, we’re talking hard 9.5. Although, she lacked good curves because she was very tall, taller than most men. I like that type of ‘giraffe’ girl.
We hit it off online because I read her entire, lengthy, well-written profile & mine was similarly written back when girls could read more than 7 words. I sent her a long intro message, and we connected over 2 of her hobbies, not including fashion, one of which was soccer. A few more replies and she agreed to meet up the next day for drinks at 530pm, even though I was 2x her age. She suggested a cool bar that was walking distance from both our apts.
Turns out we both like the same cocktail in mid-summer. A good sign, we are vibing and laughing, I’m loving her look and state, she’s dressed impeccably. After about 75 minutes of boozing we get a table at the restaurant and just have an amazing time. I offer to walk her home post-dinner but she declines, says it’s very close by, but gives me a kiss on the cheek. Later, I found out she’d just gotten out of a bad relationship, was afraid of rushing into anything.
We progress to the next date and the next and finally on like date 4 she finally invites me upstairs, after having walked her home and made out the prior meetup. She has a tiny studio but all I care about is the bed in the middle of the room. I am doubly lucky when I find out she is kinky as fuck. Like, kinkier than I am at that point in my life, and probably still is for that matter.
I can hear you now – that’s great, that’s the pickup fantasy isn’t it? She even paid the bar bill occasionally!
Well, reality was she was rocking that crazy/clingy combo and the model’s [lack of] diet sure doesn’t help in that regard. The sex was great but I quickly realized we weren’t going to last as a couple, except for maybe the occasional FWB bangs, so I suggested we downgrade to FWB and she easily agreed. I still wanted to spend time with her because she was smart/funny, had a couple of hot friends we met out, and was the best social proof ever invented. Random good-looking women would come up to us at a bar & tell *me* how pretty she was. We continued to hang out probably about once a week, maybe 2x if I had nothing going on, maybe hit the strip club with her in tow. You’d think she’d be overwhelmed with suitors, but no, the truly pretty ones never are [Never!].
So, back to the dating apps, which were in a golden era at the time. I was getting 1-2 dates a week with pretty, feminine, young women in college or grad school, or 20s girls new to the city, half of which resulted in bangs, I’m sure my numbers weren’t as good as they could have been compared to now.
After about 3 months of this, I met the girl I would date for the next several months. Incredibly sexy, incredibly funny, incredible body, smart & filthy sorority girl. She made me work for it the first few dates, took it very slow, no doubt about it; but I knew she was interested so kept taking her out until I closed the deal.
Go back and read Chase’s https://www.skilledseducer.com/threads/the-guide-to-getting-hot-girls-of-any-type.16214/ and I’m specifically thinking about part 4. I got to know the local 19-23 demographic so well that I could get her interested in me, while being unmoved both in the presence of a new, beautiful, fun, feminine, submissive girl, and non-reactive when it didn’t lead to sex right away. I knew I could still get ONS from other new girls while pursuing this one. When we finally banged the sex was even hotter than I dreamed, due to having a deep connection, and stayed that way throughout. It eventually had to end for various reasons and I took a few months off before connecting with my next college girl, 20, at a coffee shop from daygame.
Part 4 above also refers back to Part 1 [read the whole thing!]: Get your fundamentals tightened down and part 5, only by spending enough time around her and her kind will you come to know them inside and out and not see them as scary, but normal or even boring.
The plain reality is that it took me a lot more than just those 3 months of websites & apps & summertime & being in a new city. It took me 20 years of dating, going out 3-4 nights a week for years and years and years, failing at pickup, trying new things, hitting on women in big cities all over the country, reading the OG pickup forums, getting blown out from Miami to NYC to LV to Texas, learning little by little, not being the nice guy, stop supplicating, never ever ask her what she wants to do, know the hot spots in town before you take her, learn IOIs, learn chick-crack, using Game theory, not slut-shaming, sexualizing the convo, being calibrated, figuring out how to dress not just well but also the way that’s most flattering, smile more and better, find a cologne that works, wear the right shoes, asking advice, use intense eye contact, trying different wings, going solo, posting reports, getting feedback from interactions, acting confident if not cocky, beating approach anxiety, using emotions and not logic to get your way, learning how to be stoic, making her laugh, letting them know you like being around them, understanding they want sex as much as you do -- to become that ‘overnight’ success. And I’m still learning from the skilled elders.
It shouldn’t take you 2 decades of practice, far from it. It’s never been easier to separate yourself from the dating crowd of mediocre, scared young men who are bad at sex, & older ones with no game. But you gotta get your reps in, you can’t do it from the couch.
E.g. I went out last week to meetup for a date, and while I was waiting, there were 12 girls at the bar, no guys, zero. The first 3 girls, a group, were all smokeshows. While I was ordering my drink and waiting btw 2 other groups of women, 3 more girls came in and stood next to me: average short-chick with massive tits, next was fairly cute, and finally tall and hot babe wearing glasses. If my date [who turned out to be a model] hadn’t come walking in while we were chatting, I’d have definitely picked up 1 of the 2 hotter girls.
There was literally zero competition on a weeknight at 8 pm. Most guys aren't even trying anymore.
We hit it off online because I read her entire, lengthy, well-written profile & mine was similarly written back when girls could read more than 7 words. I sent her a long intro message, and we connected over 2 of her hobbies, not including fashion, one of which was soccer. A few more replies and she agreed to meet up the next day for drinks at 530pm, even though I was 2x her age. She suggested a cool bar that was walking distance from both our apts.
Turns out we both like the same cocktail in mid-summer. A good sign, we are vibing and laughing, I’m loving her look and state, she’s dressed impeccably. After about 75 minutes of boozing we get a table at the restaurant and just have an amazing time. I offer to walk her home post-dinner but she declines, says it’s very close by, but gives me a kiss on the cheek. Later, I found out she’d just gotten out of a bad relationship, was afraid of rushing into anything.
We progress to the next date and the next and finally on like date 4 she finally invites me upstairs, after having walked her home and made out the prior meetup. She has a tiny studio but all I care about is the bed in the middle of the room. I am doubly lucky when I find out she is kinky as fuck. Like, kinkier than I am at that point in my life, and probably still is for that matter.
I can hear you now – that’s great, that’s the pickup fantasy isn’t it? She even paid the bar bill occasionally!
Well, reality was she was rocking that crazy/clingy combo and the model’s [lack of] diet sure doesn’t help in that regard. The sex was great but I quickly realized we weren’t going to last as a couple, except for maybe the occasional FWB bangs, so I suggested we downgrade to FWB and she easily agreed. I still wanted to spend time with her because she was smart/funny, had a couple of hot friends we met out, and was the best social proof ever invented. Random good-looking women would come up to us at a bar & tell *me* how pretty she was. We continued to hang out probably about once a week, maybe 2x if I had nothing going on, maybe hit the strip club with her in tow. You’d think she’d be overwhelmed with suitors, but no, the truly pretty ones never are [Never!].
So, back to the dating apps, which were in a golden era at the time. I was getting 1-2 dates a week with pretty, feminine, young women in college or grad school, or 20s girls new to the city, half of which resulted in bangs, I’m sure my numbers weren’t as good as they could have been compared to now.
After about 3 months of this, I met the girl I would date for the next several months. Incredibly sexy, incredibly funny, incredible body, smart & filthy sorority girl. She made me work for it the first few dates, took it very slow, no doubt about it; but I knew she was interested so kept taking her out until I closed the deal.
Go back and read Chase’s https://www.skilledseducer.com/threads/the-guide-to-getting-hot-girls-of-any-type.16214/ and I’m specifically thinking about part 4. I got to know the local 19-23 demographic so well that I could get her interested in me, while being unmoved both in the presence of a new, beautiful, fun, feminine, submissive girl, and non-reactive when it didn’t lead to sex right away. I knew I could still get ONS from other new girls while pursuing this one. When we finally banged the sex was even hotter than I dreamed, due to having a deep connection, and stayed that way throughout. It eventually had to end for various reasons and I took a few months off before connecting with my next college girl, 20, at a coffee shop from daygame.
Part 4 above also refers back to Part 1 [read the whole thing!]: Get your fundamentals tightened down and part 5, only by spending enough time around her and her kind will you come to know them inside and out and not see them as scary, but normal or even boring.
The plain reality is that it took me a lot more than just those 3 months of websites & apps & summertime & being in a new city. It took me 20 years of dating, going out 3-4 nights a week for years and years and years, failing at pickup, trying new things, hitting on women in big cities all over the country, reading the OG pickup forums, getting blown out from Miami to NYC to LV to Texas, learning little by little, not being the nice guy, stop supplicating, never ever ask her what she wants to do, know the hot spots in town before you take her, learn IOIs, learn chick-crack, using Game theory, not slut-shaming, sexualizing the convo, being calibrated, figuring out how to dress not just well but also the way that’s most flattering, smile more and better, find a cologne that works, wear the right shoes, asking advice, use intense eye contact, trying different wings, going solo, posting reports, getting feedback from interactions, acting confident if not cocky, beating approach anxiety, using emotions and not logic to get your way, learning how to be stoic, making her laugh, letting them know you like being around them, understanding they want sex as much as you do -- to become that ‘overnight’ success. And I’m still learning from the skilled elders.
It shouldn’t take you 2 decades of practice, far from it. It’s never been easier to separate yourself from the dating crowd of mediocre, scared young men who are bad at sex, & older ones with no game. But you gotta get your reps in, you can’t do it from the couch.
E.g. I went out last week to meetup for a date, and while I was waiting, there were 12 girls at the bar, no guys, zero. The first 3 girls, a group, were all smokeshows. While I was ordering my drink and waiting btw 2 other groups of women, 3 more girls came in and stood next to me: average short-chick with massive tits, next was fairly cute, and finally tall and hot babe wearing glasses. If my date [who turned out to be a model] hadn’t come walking in while we were chatting, I’d have definitely picked up 1 of the 2 hotter girls.
There was literally zero competition on a weeknight at 8 pm. Most guys aren't even trying anymore.
