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Very fun night on Thursday, and, I think, educational for the reader.
So I had a day2 with a probably HB8 girl. I met her at a university society event; I had a lot of friendly female attention that I struck up just by being sociable when everyone was resting, and everyone could see me chatting, telling stories, teaching things to girls. Interestingly enough, the two girls that I started off with saw me more as a dancing monkey, an object of intrigue - I could sense a subtle frame of them using me for fun rather than truly seeing me as a high value and cool guy, but everyone else who saw me interact with them just saw social proof; they couldn't tell that the girls were kind of amusing themselves with me, unless they had a really good calibration. So the social proof snowballed until I was the coolest guy there. Lesson is: get attention somehow, even if it's not solid game, a little bit of flash will allow you to snowball to real results.
All of this social proof resulted in this HB8 (history of modelling, very rich, very fashionable) approaching me. She's wasn't really my type though, so I took her Instagram and forgot about her. Two months later, she sends me a sketch - she has drawn my IG profile picture and sent it to me. My profile picture is pretty cool, to be honest. Of course, to say thank you, I offer to get her a coffee. This is probably the first time in years that I have offered to buy a girl a drink when I'm not having regular sex with her haha.
On Thursday, I was in the city for a houseparty that night, so I texted the girl (HBArtist) and told her to see me. I'm planning to meet her for coffee, take her to an open mic, and then to the houseparty. We have the day2 and it's pretty standard. She DHVs a lot and seems genuinely really cool/interesting, but we just don't have that natural chemistry, and I don't hyper enjoy conversation with her, though I find her attractive. We get to the party.
This houseparty is hosted by a friend of mine. It's gonna be big, and it's gonna be filled with a crowd of cool kids, the sort of crowd that I myself am not very experienced with. Or so I believed - this thinking, it turns out, was just mental blocks and limiting beliefs. I arrive at the chill phase and we play some drinking games. I keep my game switched on, joking, establishing myself as a presence amongst the earlycomers. When the games end, it's clear that the people who aren't fully in (including me and my date) are feeling a little uncomfortable. I don't feel comfortable opening sets, but I realise that everyone else also feels out of place, and I take the conversational lead in all my sets. My date clearly likes the fact that I am confident and leading the shy groups.
When the party starts in proper, I open a guy set, warm up, and get into state. The people I talk to, except the shy ones, are intent on bringing up the vibes and having a good time. It's around here that I have a very important realisation. A switch flicked in my brain, and I realised:
The houseparty is just like a nightclub, except the sets open automatically, it's easier to social proof a room, there's no dance floor, and the music is at the perfect volume.
A problem I had had at the start was, not treating the HP as a club, opening with boring shit, and getting stuck on boring shit. But then I started opening girls with (Tryst's patented new HP/AP opener) "Wait, whom do you know here? Oh, him? That's crazy. You're sure you're not just gatecrashing us? Ohhhh, so, it's his friend- ohhhh, I see, friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend sort of deal, I see... I'm gonna get you kicked out, just you wait- wait how do you guys know each other?" and the set would open, and straight into fun gamey conversation, 100% hook rate.
Does anyone know why accusing girls of things makes them all giggly and excitable? I've known it for a while, but I never knew why.
Here's an example conversation I had. These routines are not mine.
Tryst: [Gatecrasher opener, as above]
Girls: [Giggling]
Tryst: Wait, how do you guys know each other? Are you best friends? Yeah, you know how I know? You girls make the exact same facial expressions.
Girls: [Giggling]
Tryst: Yeah, and every time I say something, you girls look at each other like [imitating eyecode in a funny way]
Girls: [Giggling, eyecoding]
Tryst: Look, you're doing it now!
Girls: [Laughing]
Tryst: Us guys, we can't eyecode like that. Only girls can communicate like that. Last week, I'm in this bar, and there's this girl talking to me, she's got me backed up in the corner, and, really, I'm just not that into her. I say girl, but really, this is like a fully grown woman. I mean, I'm there, she's talking about her ISA, her mortgage, her fuckin' divorce. And she's hot, but I'm just not into milfs like that, you know? So this milf has me in the corner, and I'm looking at my friend like [super exaggerated eyecoding into the distance behind the girls - it's funny. Here, the girls are giggling with anticipation.] And he looks at me, and he just goes [Funny pose, massive grin, and two thumbs up], and leaves!
Girls: [Shrieking with laughter]
Tryst: Anyway, at the end of the night, there was this kid asking me "Are you my new dad?" Okay, that last part was a lie, but you get the picture. Anyway, who the fuck are you guys?
[Into qualification, and eject while they love you]
Have 5 conversations like that and you're now a cool guy in the room.
I am never able to get these crazy BT spikes in clubs, to consistently get girls shrieking with laughter inside of 2 minutes is a crazy achievement for me.
Normally, in HPs, there's a set or two chatting in the kitchen. The music is quieter and nobody is dancing. This is a great spot to game. I was running a guyset, when some guy comes in with his girlfriend, who joins the conversation. I completely forget what we were talking about, but I was locked in and very clearly holding court. People are asking me so many questions, and I can't respond to them all while I am talking to one guy - I'm in high demand. The girl compliments my hair, I thank her and tell her it's kind of similar to hers, as I touch her hair, judge it, and then tell her mine is nicer (SMILE! THIS DOESN'T WORK IF YOU SEEM SERIOUS). She agrees and qualifies:
HB: I know, mine is terrible right now, I travelled for 6 hours today! (notice that whenever you justify yourself, you're qualifying and losing frame. ALWAYS resist the urge to justify yourself.)
Tryst: Oh, where did you travel from?
HB: Cambridge, I study there.
Tryst: Oh wow, it only took her... 4 minutes to tell us she studies at Cambridge, haha. Fucking classic. (Neg. She gave a lame DHV so I bully her for it. SMILE OR IT DOESN'T WORK.) Lmao, she just couldn't resist.
HB: Nooooo, you asked why I travelled!!
Tryst: You BAITED me to ask, you calculated it. You planned out the entire thing.
And the girl is totally hooked. We immediately start vibing with each other. I can't tell you guys how attracted I was to this girl. She was dressed super sexy, super pretty face, and our vibe was immaculate. I can tell that for her, everyone and everything else just faded out; it was just me. Her boyfriend was trying to get her attention back, and she was just fixed to me, going through emotional states, fixing me with such a wonderful smile. It's these sort of moments that make me really appreciate game. We have so much in common, and, it seems, a natural chemistry. You know that excited, hushed vibe, where you two just kind of retreat into your own world together? I'm blatantly checking out her tits and body, and she's appreciating it. I became, however, aware of the fact that I was blatantly gaming up some guys girlfriend in the middle of the party, and I don't know how my friends know the guy, so I decided to eject. I thought of her for a few days after.
At times the boyfriend tried to jump into the conversation, but he succumbed to the social pressure, and ended up also just reacting to me and my threads, clearly perceiving me as cool - it was like he was sitting there and being gamed just like a hooked girl. Probably not the best move from him.
Tryst: I gotta go find my friend, but I'm curious about you. Do you like personality tests? Come find me later, and I'll show you something awesome.
HB: Oh my god, I love personality tests! [kinoing me]
Okay I'm now trying to write a full week later and basically I forgot all the other interesting sets. Hope you glean some useful info from what I managed to get down.
There was a Ecuadorian chick who got aggressively sexual with me. It was kinda hot but I didn't want to totally blow out HBArtist, so I took her insta before I left instead of doing anything. Girls like the guy who is in the corner with girls around him, interested in him.
There was a HB9 whom I opened by having her take a picture of me and HBArtist. Stacked into "You're very small", and all of a sudden we started roleplaying about fighting each other, "don't make me come down there!", "Hold me back!" Super fun vibes, but I never got a chance to actually turn this fun play into actual attraction - although it works great for social proof when me and this girl act out having to be held back from each other a few times in the night.
I went home with HBArtist.
Damn, I wish I wrote my FRs the day after. I lost a lot of juicy detail, and stuff I improvised that I'd have loved to remember. Mid year resolution?
Also does anyone else notice that speaking multiple languages is often perceived as a big DHV? Maybe it's just England where everyone is monolingual, but girls often comment on it to me as a reason for their attraction.
- Tryst
Hey, stop, and who are you?
Are you not meant to be here, too?
They catch the gatecrashers, you know,
One drink, and on we'll go.
Background
So I had a day2 with a probably HB8 girl. I met her at a university society event; I had a lot of friendly female attention that I struck up just by being sociable when everyone was resting, and everyone could see me chatting, telling stories, teaching things to girls. Interestingly enough, the two girls that I started off with saw me more as a dancing monkey, an object of intrigue - I could sense a subtle frame of them using me for fun rather than truly seeing me as a high value and cool guy, but everyone else who saw me interact with them just saw social proof; they couldn't tell that the girls were kind of amusing themselves with me, unless they had a really good calibration. So the social proof snowballed until I was the coolest guy there. Lesson is: get attention somehow, even if it's not solid game, a little bit of flash will allow you to snowball to real results.
All of this social proof resulted in this HB8 (history of modelling, very rich, very fashionable) approaching me. She's wasn't really my type though, so I took her Instagram and forgot about her. Two months later, she sends me a sketch - she has drawn my IG profile picture and sent it to me. My profile picture is pretty cool, to be honest. Of course, to say thank you, I offer to get her a coffee. This is probably the first time in years that I have offered to buy a girl a drink when I'm not having regular sex with her haha.
On Thursday, I was in the city for a houseparty that night, so I texted the girl (HBArtist) and told her to see me. I'm planning to meet her for coffee, take her to an open mic, and then to the houseparty. We have the day2 and it's pretty standard. She DHVs a lot and seems genuinely really cool/interesting, but we just don't have that natural chemistry, and I don't hyper enjoy conversation with her, though I find her attractive. We get to the party.
The Party
This houseparty is hosted by a friend of mine. It's gonna be big, and it's gonna be filled with a crowd of cool kids, the sort of crowd that I myself am not very experienced with. Or so I believed - this thinking, it turns out, was just mental blocks and limiting beliefs. I arrive at the chill phase and we play some drinking games. I keep my game switched on, joking, establishing myself as a presence amongst the earlycomers. When the games end, it's clear that the people who aren't fully in (including me and my date) are feeling a little uncomfortable. I don't feel comfortable opening sets, but I realise that everyone else also feels out of place, and I take the conversational lead in all my sets. My date clearly likes the fact that I am confident and leading the shy groups.
When the party starts in proper, I open a guy set, warm up, and get into state. The people I talk to, except the shy ones, are intent on bringing up the vibes and having a good time. It's around here that I have a very important realisation. A switch flicked in my brain, and I realised:
The houseparty is just like a nightclub, except the sets open automatically, it's easier to social proof a room, there's no dance floor, and the music is at the perfect volume.
A problem I had had at the start was, not treating the HP as a club, opening with boring shit, and getting stuck on boring shit. But then I started opening girls with (Tryst's patented new HP/AP opener) "Wait, whom do you know here? Oh, him? That's crazy. You're sure you're not just gatecrashing us? Ohhhh, so, it's his friend- ohhhh, I see, friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend sort of deal, I see... I'm gonna get you kicked out, just you wait- wait how do you guys know each other?" and the set would open, and straight into fun gamey conversation, 100% hook rate.
Does anyone know why accusing girls of things makes them all giggly and excitable? I've known it for a while, but I never knew why.
Here's an example conversation I had. These routines are not mine.
Tryst: [Gatecrasher opener, as above]
Girls: [Giggling]
Tryst: Wait, how do you guys know each other? Are you best friends? Yeah, you know how I know? You girls make the exact same facial expressions.
Girls: [Giggling]
Tryst: Yeah, and every time I say something, you girls look at each other like [imitating eyecode in a funny way]
Girls: [Giggling, eyecoding]
Tryst: Look, you're doing it now!
Girls: [Laughing]
Tryst: Us guys, we can't eyecode like that. Only girls can communicate like that. Last week, I'm in this bar, and there's this girl talking to me, she's got me backed up in the corner, and, really, I'm just not that into her. I say girl, but really, this is like a fully grown woman. I mean, I'm there, she's talking about her ISA, her mortgage, her fuckin' divorce. And she's hot, but I'm just not into milfs like that, you know? So this milf has me in the corner, and I'm looking at my friend like [super exaggerated eyecoding into the distance behind the girls - it's funny. Here, the girls are giggling with anticipation.] And he looks at me, and he just goes [Funny pose, massive grin, and two thumbs up], and leaves!
Girls: [Shrieking with laughter]
Tryst: Anyway, at the end of the night, there was this kid asking me "Are you my new dad?" Okay, that last part was a lie, but you get the picture. Anyway, who the fuck are you guys?
[Into qualification, and eject while they love you]
Have 5 conversations like that and you're now a cool guy in the room.
I am never able to get these crazy BT spikes in clubs, to consistently get girls shrieking with laughter inside of 2 minutes is a crazy achievement for me.
Normally, in HPs, there's a set or two chatting in the kitchen. The music is quieter and nobody is dancing. This is a great spot to game. I was running a guyset, when some guy comes in with his girlfriend, who joins the conversation. I completely forget what we were talking about, but I was locked in and very clearly holding court. People are asking me so many questions, and I can't respond to them all while I am talking to one guy - I'm in high demand. The girl compliments my hair, I thank her and tell her it's kind of similar to hers, as I touch her hair, judge it, and then tell her mine is nicer (SMILE! THIS DOESN'T WORK IF YOU SEEM SERIOUS). She agrees and qualifies:
HB: I know, mine is terrible right now, I travelled for 6 hours today! (notice that whenever you justify yourself, you're qualifying and losing frame. ALWAYS resist the urge to justify yourself.)
Tryst: Oh, where did you travel from?
HB: Cambridge, I study there.
Tryst: Oh wow, it only took her... 4 minutes to tell us she studies at Cambridge, haha. Fucking classic. (Neg. She gave a lame DHV so I bully her for it. SMILE OR IT DOESN'T WORK.) Lmao, she just couldn't resist.
HB: Nooooo, you asked why I travelled!!
Tryst: You BAITED me to ask, you calculated it. You planned out the entire thing.
And the girl is totally hooked. We immediately start vibing with each other. I can't tell you guys how attracted I was to this girl. She was dressed super sexy, super pretty face, and our vibe was immaculate. I can tell that for her, everyone and everything else just faded out; it was just me. Her boyfriend was trying to get her attention back, and she was just fixed to me, going through emotional states, fixing me with such a wonderful smile. It's these sort of moments that make me really appreciate game. We have so much in common, and, it seems, a natural chemistry. You know that excited, hushed vibe, where you two just kind of retreat into your own world together? I'm blatantly checking out her tits and body, and she's appreciating it. I became, however, aware of the fact that I was blatantly gaming up some guys girlfriend in the middle of the party, and I don't know how my friends know the guy, so I decided to eject. I thought of her for a few days after.
At times the boyfriend tried to jump into the conversation, but he succumbed to the social pressure, and ended up also just reacting to me and my threads, clearly perceiving me as cool - it was like he was sitting there and being gamed just like a hooked girl. Probably not the best move from him.
Tryst: I gotta go find my friend, but I'm curious about you. Do you like personality tests? Come find me later, and I'll show you something awesome.
HB: Oh my god, I love personality tests! [kinoing me]
Okay I'm now trying to write a full week later and basically I forgot all the other interesting sets. Hope you glean some useful info from what I managed to get down.
There was a Ecuadorian chick who got aggressively sexual with me. It was kinda hot but I didn't want to totally blow out HBArtist, so I took her insta before I left instead of doing anything. Girls like the guy who is in the corner with girls around him, interested in him.
There was a HB9 whom I opened by having her take a picture of me and HBArtist. Stacked into "You're very small", and all of a sudden we started roleplaying about fighting each other, "don't make me come down there!", "Hold me back!" Super fun vibes, but I never got a chance to actually turn this fun play into actual attraction - although it works great for social proof when me and this girl act out having to be held back from each other a few times in the night.
I went home with HBArtist.
Damn, I wish I wrote my FRs the day after. I lost a lot of juicy detail, and stuff I improvised that I'd have loved to remember. Mid year resolution?
Also does anyone else notice that speaking multiple languages is often perceived as a big DHV? Maybe it's just England where everyone is monolingual, but girls often comment on it to me as a reason for their attraction.
- Tryst
Hey, stop, and who are you?
Are you not meant to be here, too?
They catch the gatecrashers, you know,
One drink, and on we'll go.
