This was a few summer ago. It was a time when I was hanging out with my friend Black Magic frequently, a short funny black guy.
I was at the food court in a Cadillac Fairview mall using the wi-fi to send business e-mails while sipping a coffee. Out of nowhere, I saw a black girl with a curly bob in a t-shirt and leggings weave through the pedestrians. The girl wore heels to accentuate her ass, which was nice and showed the imprint of a skimpy thong.
When I am out, I am always looking for cues that a woman might be receptive to my approach. As anthropologist Helen Fisher points out, high heels simulate lordosis, the courting posture of most mammals. Here, the heels arch her back and thrust out her buttocks, in the animal kingdom the universal symbol of sexual readiness.
I run up to the girl and tag her on the arm. I start the conversation with some variant of “Hey, this is totally random, but I thought you looked cute and I’d kick myself in the ass if I didn’t come and talk to you”. She responds warmly to my approach, and as conversation ensues, I gather details about her ethnic background and what she does for work (Liberian, sales associate at Guess).
I have noticed guys on the forums arguing you should always go for an insta-date. I would argue you should escalate if you can, but more importantly demonstrate situational awareness. The girl was late for her job here, so going for a quick number-close here demonstrated more social acuity than prattling on would have.
Later I send the girl a ping, and the sound of my phone vibrating as the girl texts me back gets me excited. With the initial texts, I flirt and tease her a bit until I get some resistance and leave it. A few days later, I call and set up a date for the weekend.
The girl meets me at Crabby Joes, a restaurant downtown with a patio. She looks hot again, wearing a tight red minidress. I lead her by the small of the back to a patio seat. I get the waiter’s attention and she orders a cocktail and I order a Caesar.
The date is fun. We recount what we do again. She asks what I was up to the mall that day, and I joke I was out shopping until I was sidetracked by a ripe ass and pair of legs strutting past. She laughs.
One thing I will try to do on a date these days is embed a demonstration of higher value. At the time, I had been playing music at open mics and had my friend Stevie film me. When the conversation turns to hobbies, I show her a video of me performing a song at an open mic to applause. The video piques her interest and she express an interest in learning guitar and suggests maybe I can “give her a lesson”. This proves important later.
The girl tells me a story about two guys fighting over her in a nightclub. I dislike where the conversation is going so change topics. Somewhere along the line I think I suggest she has an exotic look and could model, to which she responds that she is too short (5’4’’), and I make a teasing joke about wearing heels and styling her hair to stand upright she again laughs at. The point is I am keeping the tone flirty and funny, rather than letting her prattle on about herself as an object of desire.
Eventually, I flag the waiter, pay for the bill, and we walk out onto the street.
This is where some resistance comes in. She is open to spending more time together, but when I suggest a venue-shift to my apartment she gets demure. I ask her what her concerns are, and she says she is worried about things escalating.
“You want to fuck me”, she says coyly.
“Of course, I do. I’m a man and you’re hot, but nothing will happen that we don’t want to happen.”
This is said with enough conviction that I get compliance. We take the streetcar one stop back to my station and I lead her back to my apartment, while continuing to lead the conversation.
I tell the girl to have a seat on my bed. Directly across from my bed, I have strategically placed an electric guitar on a stand. While I fix the two of us drinks in the kitchen, she asks about the instrument.
I once had a wise musician friend who argued music was the “most powerful aphrodisiac”. With evolutionary psychology verifying that skill at artistic hobbies attract women, here I leverage my talent singing and playing guitar to seal a seduction. Upon performing a cover of a Sublime song, I start making out with the girl. Things escalate and I take Hot Black Guess Sales Associate to bed.
At this some point after this initial romp this girl effectively ghosted me. Later, I saw a display picture on Whatsapp showing her making out with an older guy I later learned was regional sales manager for the chain where she worked. With a lay being a significant accomplishment, however, I reflect briefly on what worked here.
First, this girl was clearly sexually preening with her dress style. I picked up on that sex signal, and as a good-looking male obtained the girl’s phone number. Though the girl was something of a bitch, I showed discretion with knowing when to push and hold back over text and eventually got her out in person.
A video showing me being applauded for playing music demonstrated value and pre-selection. I subsequently dismantled token resistance with congruent behavior and pulled this girl back to my apartment. Upon another round of drinks and me demonstrating further value by playing music well, I was able to push her over the line and bang her.
The moral of the story is two-fold, go for girls who are giving signals (e.g., preening), and then leverage your value as a man to successful execute a seduction. This is game in its most succinct form.
I was at the food court in a Cadillac Fairview mall using the wi-fi to send business e-mails while sipping a coffee. Out of nowhere, I saw a black girl with a curly bob in a t-shirt and leggings weave through the pedestrians. The girl wore heels to accentuate her ass, which was nice and showed the imprint of a skimpy thong.
When I am out, I am always looking for cues that a woman might be receptive to my approach. As anthropologist Helen Fisher points out, high heels simulate lordosis, the courting posture of most mammals. Here, the heels arch her back and thrust out her buttocks, in the animal kingdom the universal symbol of sexual readiness.
I run up to the girl and tag her on the arm. I start the conversation with some variant of “Hey, this is totally random, but I thought you looked cute and I’d kick myself in the ass if I didn’t come and talk to you”. She responds warmly to my approach, and as conversation ensues, I gather details about her ethnic background and what she does for work (Liberian, sales associate at Guess).
I have noticed guys on the forums arguing you should always go for an insta-date. I would argue you should escalate if you can, but more importantly demonstrate situational awareness. The girl was late for her job here, so going for a quick number-close here demonstrated more social acuity than prattling on would have.
Later I send the girl a ping, and the sound of my phone vibrating as the girl texts me back gets me excited. With the initial texts, I flirt and tease her a bit until I get some resistance and leave it. A few days later, I call and set up a date for the weekend.
The girl meets me at Crabby Joes, a restaurant downtown with a patio. She looks hot again, wearing a tight red minidress. I lead her by the small of the back to a patio seat. I get the waiter’s attention and she orders a cocktail and I order a Caesar.
The date is fun. We recount what we do again. She asks what I was up to the mall that day, and I joke I was out shopping until I was sidetracked by a ripe ass and pair of legs strutting past. She laughs.
One thing I will try to do on a date these days is embed a demonstration of higher value. At the time, I had been playing music at open mics and had my friend Stevie film me. When the conversation turns to hobbies, I show her a video of me performing a song at an open mic to applause. The video piques her interest and she express an interest in learning guitar and suggests maybe I can “give her a lesson”. This proves important later.
The girl tells me a story about two guys fighting over her in a nightclub. I dislike where the conversation is going so change topics. Somewhere along the line I think I suggest she has an exotic look and could model, to which she responds that she is too short (5’4’’), and I make a teasing joke about wearing heels and styling her hair to stand upright she again laughs at. The point is I am keeping the tone flirty and funny, rather than letting her prattle on about herself as an object of desire.
Eventually, I flag the waiter, pay for the bill, and we walk out onto the street.
This is where some resistance comes in. She is open to spending more time together, but when I suggest a venue-shift to my apartment she gets demure. I ask her what her concerns are, and she says she is worried about things escalating.
“You want to fuck me”, she says coyly.
“Of course, I do. I’m a man and you’re hot, but nothing will happen that we don’t want to happen.”
This is said with enough conviction that I get compliance. We take the streetcar one stop back to my station and I lead her back to my apartment, while continuing to lead the conversation.
I tell the girl to have a seat on my bed. Directly across from my bed, I have strategically placed an electric guitar on a stand. While I fix the two of us drinks in the kitchen, she asks about the instrument.
I once had a wise musician friend who argued music was the “most powerful aphrodisiac”. With evolutionary psychology verifying that skill at artistic hobbies attract women, here I leverage my talent singing and playing guitar to seal a seduction. Upon performing a cover of a Sublime song, I start making out with the girl. Things escalate and I take Hot Black Guess Sales Associate to bed.
At this some point after this initial romp this girl effectively ghosted me. Later, I saw a display picture on Whatsapp showing her making out with an older guy I later learned was regional sales manager for the chain where she worked. With a lay being a significant accomplishment, however, I reflect briefly on what worked here.
First, this girl was clearly sexually preening with her dress style. I picked up on that sex signal, and as a good-looking male obtained the girl’s phone number. Though the girl was something of a bitch, I showed discretion with knowing when to push and hold back over text and eventually got her out in person.
A video showing me being applauded for playing music demonstrated value and pre-selection. I subsequently dismantled token resistance with congruent behavior and pulled this girl back to my apartment. Upon another round of drinks and me demonstrating further value by playing music well, I was able to push her over the line and bang her.
The moral of the story is two-fold, go for girls who are giving signals (e.g., preening), and then leverage your value as a man to successful execute a seduction. This is game in its most succinct form.
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