included verbatim verbals as close too as I can remember.
I spotted a brunette girl standing near the bar with a drink in her hand, scrolling her phone. I approached and opened with: “Hey. You look like trouble” She looked up, a little surprised, and said, “What?” I smiled, kept my tone playful and repeated it a little slower. She gave a slight eye roll and said, “Okay” then looked back at her phone.
Following Pellicer’s structure (on this particular approach), I didn’t eject immediately. I gave it another shot. “You look like the kind of girl who caused just enough trouble in school to stay interesting, but not enough to get expelled.”
She gave shrug. Then: “Not really.”
Trying to reframe and disqualify, I looked away slightly and added, “Hmm. Yeah, I can already tell you’re probably not my type anyway.” She said, “Okay, then why are you talking to me?” with a half-laugh but still closed-off body language.
I figured I’d go for one more playful spike: “You’re cute, but you’d probably just distract me while I’m trying to meet other girls.”
She gave a short “Mmhm,” and turned more fully toward the bar.
At this point I knew she wasn’t opening up. I gave it one last light touch, smiling and saying: “Alright. I get it. I’m not your flavor tonight. No hard feelings—hope your drink’s strong.”
She gave a faint smile and said, “Thanks,” but didn’t turn back.
I left feeling neutral—not rejected, just clear that she wasn’t interested and nothing I said could flip the switch. I followed the steps, kept it light and calibrated, but some sets just aren’t meant to open. Took the lesson, moved on.
I spotted a girl at the edge of the dancefloor talking to a friend. I didn’t want to just dive in cold, so I did the “force an IOI” thing Gambler talks about—I did a quick, stupid little dance move in front of them, like a dumb moonwalk. She laughed slightly and nudged her friend.
That was my moment.
I walked over, smiled, and opened with: “How have you been?” She looked confused: “Do I know you?” I smiled again, like it was part of the game: “You’ve already forgotten me? That’s brutal. I guess I didn’t make a strong enough impression the first time.”
She kind of smirked but wasn’t leaning in. I went into a cold read: “You seem like the kind of girl who comes across super sweet but actually keeps people at a distance until they prove they’re worth your time.”
She shrugged: “Uh, okay?” and took a sip of her drink.
I didn’t want to stall, so I threw in a soft disqualifier with a grin: “You’re cute, but I get the feeling you’d be way too much trouble for me.” She smiled politely but said, “Probably.”
I gave a false time constraint, something like: “I can only talk for a sec—I’m meant to meet some people in a minute.” She nodded but didn’t ask anything back. I tried to tease a bit: “Let me guess… you were the rebellious one in school, right? Detention and all that?”
She just went, “Nope,” and looked over toward her friend.
At this point it was obvious she wasn’t opening up. No real investment, no curiosity. I didn’t want to force it.
I smiled, tapped her glass gently and said: “Alright. You’ve got mysterious energy, I’ll give you that. Enjoy your night.”
She gave a quick “You too,” and turned back to her friend.
Walked away feeling fine. Sometimes the vibe’s just not there, even if you hit all the technical steps. Chalked it up to experience and moved on.
Saw a girl near the bar and did a playful little shuffle-dance as I walked by. She noticed and smiled a little. Took that as my “forced IOI” and approached with: “How have you been?”
She tilted her head: “Do I know you?” I grinned: “You’ve already forgotten me? Harsh.” She gave a polite smile but didn’t lean in.
I followed up with a cold read: “You seem chill, but I bet you’re hard to really get to know.” She shrugged: “Maybe.”
Trying to ground it a bit, I asked: “What’s your name?” She told me, but with zero energy. “Cool, I’m [Your Name]. You from around here?” “Yeah.” No follow-up from her.
Light disqualifier: “You’re probably too much trouble for me anyway.” She laughed a little, more out of politeness than investment.
I tried one more normal thread: “What do you usually do for fun?” She glanced around: “Just hang out with friends, go out sometimes.”
Her body was angled away the whole time. I smiled and said: “Alright, you seem cool but I won’t keep you. Have a good one.” She said “You too” without looking back.
Did everything by structure—banter, cold read, normal questions, disqualifier—but no hook. Some sets just aren’t meant to open.
I was walking past the bar when I noticed her glancing at me—then looking away, then back again. Textbook triple-take. I smirked a little and held eye contact when she looked again. She smiled. That was it. Massive IOI.
Didn’t overthink it. Walked straight up, confident, relaxed: “You’re trouble.” She laughed instantly. “What?!”
I grinned and didn’t answer. Just looked her up and down slowly, playfully judging her. She said, “You’re confident.” I stepped in a little closer and said, “You love this. You were literally manifesting this moment, don’t lie.”
She was already giggling, touching her hair. I leaned on the bar beside her, half-facing away, staying chill. We weren’t even talking much—mostly just vibes, teasing eye contact, a smirk here and there.
I took her hand briefly to “read her energy” as a joke. She held it. I didn’t even finish the sentence. Just let it hang there between us. Tension.
Asked her name, didn’t give mine right away. When she asked, I made her guess. Told her she only gets it if she earns it. She was laughing, leaning into me now.
At one point I leaned in like I was about to whisper something, then paused and said: “...you smell good.” Her eyes lit up. Tension spiked. She brushed her arm against mine and said, “You’re bad.”
I grinned: “You don’t even know the half of it.” Then I just paused. No rush. Let the silence hold. She didn’t break it.
Eventually she said, “I have to leave in like five minutes.” I nodded, stepped in, and said: “Cool. Come here for a sec.” Pulled her gently into me, hand on her waist. She didn’t resist. Made out for a few seconds, no hesitation.
She pulled back a little, smiling. “I have to go but give me your number.” I handed her my phone. She typed it in. Quick kiss on the cheek and she was gone.
I saw her standing near the bar with her friend, both on their phones. No IOIs, but I didn’t care — went in high-energy anyway. Walked up with a smirk and said: “You… are definitely the dangerous one in the group.”
She barely looked up. “What?” Still smiling, I leaned slightly in: “Yeah, I can see it.” Her friend looked at me, unimpressed. She just said: “Okay…”
I laughed, unbothered. “Relax, I’m just profiling you” Dead silence.
I tried to ground it a bit: “Anyway, what’s your name?” She paused, then said: “Why do you wanna know?” I grinned: “So I know what to whisper when I break your heart.” She looked at her friend and rolled her eyes. “We’re good, thanks.”
I smiled, backed off casually: “You're no fun!! ok, have a good night”
3rd set was a success - doing it all again in 2 hours
I spotted a brunette girl standing near the bar with a drink in her hand, scrolling her phone. I approached and opened with: “Hey. You look like trouble” She looked up, a little surprised, and said, “What?” I smiled, kept my tone playful and repeated it a little slower. She gave a slight eye roll and said, “Okay” then looked back at her phone.
Following Pellicer’s structure (on this particular approach), I didn’t eject immediately. I gave it another shot. “You look like the kind of girl who caused just enough trouble in school to stay interesting, but not enough to get expelled.”
She gave shrug. Then: “Not really.”
Trying to reframe and disqualify, I looked away slightly and added, “Hmm. Yeah, I can already tell you’re probably not my type anyway.” She said, “Okay, then why are you talking to me?” with a half-laugh but still closed-off body language.
I figured I’d go for one more playful spike: “You’re cute, but you’d probably just distract me while I’m trying to meet other girls.”
She gave a short “Mmhm,” and turned more fully toward the bar.
At this point I knew she wasn’t opening up. I gave it one last light touch, smiling and saying: “Alright. I get it. I’m not your flavor tonight. No hard feelings—hope your drink’s strong.”
She gave a faint smile and said, “Thanks,” but didn’t turn back.
I left feeling neutral—not rejected, just clear that she wasn’t interested and nothing I said could flip the switch. I followed the steps, kept it light and calibrated, but some sets just aren’t meant to open. Took the lesson, moved on.
I spotted a girl at the edge of the dancefloor talking to a friend. I didn’t want to just dive in cold, so I did the “force an IOI” thing Gambler talks about—I did a quick, stupid little dance move in front of them, like a dumb moonwalk. She laughed slightly and nudged her friend.
That was my moment.
I walked over, smiled, and opened with: “How have you been?” She looked confused: “Do I know you?” I smiled again, like it was part of the game: “You’ve already forgotten me? That’s brutal. I guess I didn’t make a strong enough impression the first time.”
She kind of smirked but wasn’t leaning in. I went into a cold read: “You seem like the kind of girl who comes across super sweet but actually keeps people at a distance until they prove they’re worth your time.”
She shrugged: “Uh, okay?” and took a sip of her drink.
I didn’t want to stall, so I threw in a soft disqualifier with a grin: “You’re cute, but I get the feeling you’d be way too much trouble for me.” She smiled politely but said, “Probably.”
I gave a false time constraint, something like: “I can only talk for a sec—I’m meant to meet some people in a minute.” She nodded but didn’t ask anything back. I tried to tease a bit: “Let me guess… you were the rebellious one in school, right? Detention and all that?”
She just went, “Nope,” and looked over toward her friend.
At this point it was obvious she wasn’t opening up. No real investment, no curiosity. I didn’t want to force it.
I smiled, tapped her glass gently and said: “Alright. You’ve got mysterious energy, I’ll give you that. Enjoy your night.”
She gave a quick “You too,” and turned back to her friend.
Walked away feeling fine. Sometimes the vibe’s just not there, even if you hit all the technical steps. Chalked it up to experience and moved on.
Saw a girl near the bar and did a playful little shuffle-dance as I walked by. She noticed and smiled a little. Took that as my “forced IOI” and approached with: “How have you been?”
She tilted her head: “Do I know you?” I grinned: “You’ve already forgotten me? Harsh.” She gave a polite smile but didn’t lean in.
I followed up with a cold read: “You seem chill, but I bet you’re hard to really get to know.” She shrugged: “Maybe.”
Trying to ground it a bit, I asked: “What’s your name?” She told me, but with zero energy. “Cool, I’m [Your Name]. You from around here?” “Yeah.” No follow-up from her.
Light disqualifier: “You’re probably too much trouble for me anyway.” She laughed a little, more out of politeness than investment.
I tried one more normal thread: “What do you usually do for fun?” She glanced around: “Just hang out with friends, go out sometimes.”
Her body was angled away the whole time. I smiled and said: “Alright, you seem cool but I won’t keep you. Have a good one.” She said “You too” without looking back.
Did everything by structure—banter, cold read, normal questions, disqualifier—but no hook. Some sets just aren’t meant to open.
I was walking past the bar when I noticed her glancing at me—then looking away, then back again. Textbook triple-take. I smirked a little and held eye contact when she looked again. She smiled. That was it. Massive IOI.
Didn’t overthink it. Walked straight up, confident, relaxed: “You’re trouble.” She laughed instantly. “What?!”
I grinned and didn’t answer. Just looked her up and down slowly, playfully judging her. She said, “You’re confident.” I stepped in a little closer and said, “You love this. You were literally manifesting this moment, don’t lie.”
She was already giggling, touching her hair. I leaned on the bar beside her, half-facing away, staying chill. We weren’t even talking much—mostly just vibes, teasing eye contact, a smirk here and there.
I took her hand briefly to “read her energy” as a joke. She held it. I didn’t even finish the sentence. Just let it hang there between us. Tension.
Asked her name, didn’t give mine right away. When she asked, I made her guess. Told her she only gets it if she earns it. She was laughing, leaning into me now.
At one point I leaned in like I was about to whisper something, then paused and said: “...you smell good.” Her eyes lit up. Tension spiked. She brushed her arm against mine and said, “You’re bad.”
I grinned: “You don’t even know the half of it.” Then I just paused. No rush. Let the silence hold. She didn’t break it.
Eventually she said, “I have to leave in like five minutes.” I nodded, stepped in, and said: “Cool. Come here for a sec.” Pulled her gently into me, hand on her waist. She didn’t resist. Made out for a few seconds, no hesitation.
She pulled back a little, smiling. “I have to go but give me your number.” I handed her my phone. She typed it in. Quick kiss on the cheek and she was gone.
I saw her standing near the bar with her friend, both on their phones. No IOIs, but I didn’t care — went in high-energy anyway. Walked up with a smirk and said: “You… are definitely the dangerous one in the group.”
She barely looked up. “What?” Still smiling, I leaned slightly in: “Yeah, I can see it.” Her friend looked at me, unimpressed. She just said: “Okay…”
I laughed, unbothered. “Relax, I’m just profiling you” Dead silence.
I tried to ground it a bit: “Anyway, what’s your name?” She paused, then said: “Why do you wanna know?” I grinned: “So I know what to whisper when I break your heart.” She looked at her friend and rolled her eyes. “We’re good, thanks.”
I smiled, backed off casually: “You're no fun!! ok, have a good night”
3rd set was a success - doing it all again in 2 hours
