As many readers in the last couple of weeks have found my blog through Krauser’s referral, allow me to hang on to his coattails for a moment longer pique your interest with another piece of his work entitled I don’t plow. This was one of his first Game-related posts I read. I remember it since I had watched Daygame Blueprint only months prior and vividly recall Yad’s “one more thing before you go” line as the recommended course of action when a girl doesn’t show interest (or shows disinterest) in an approach. Nick doesn’t follow suit, and now I don’t either. After many, many sets to nowhere, I begin to see when it’s worth the effort to push forward and when it’s best to walk away. Under uncertain terms, I push if she’s especially hot or my vibe particularly purple1. It’s a form of vibe protection.
While winging with Mr. V, Brown and Midwest during the latter’s trip out to NYC, a 5’7ish asian girl with white pants and a matching top passed by. “This one is Breeze’s” we all signaled in unison. I do the little run around, and she thanks me. She starts walking, yet I persist. I tease and stack yet nothing hits and she leaves. When I return, it turns out V knows my Game so well that he explained to Midwest and Brown a play-by-play exactly as it happened, asking me to confirm as I stepped next to them. I confirmed. She was my kinda girl, and so I made the extra effort despite her lack of interest. Many a time, however, I don’t do so. Thy must protect thine vibe!
In another instance, I opened a girl wearing loose, baggy calf-length pants. A nice bit of banter followed, but nothing more:
Me: You have big, baggy pants…like a genie. It’s cute.
Her: Haha, thanks.
M: I was hoping you would grant me a wish.
H: It depends what it is.
M: A billion dollars, since a million won’t cut it.
H: Haha, can’t help you there. I have to get going, the store is about to close.
M: No problem, just break through the glass after they close.
H: Will you help?
M: Depends, can you grant me a glass cutter as my second wish?
H: Sorry, can’t help you!
M: Okay, well I’ll let you get going.
And thus ends the tryst that was never meant to be. She never gave me good eye contact, her body language indicated her rush, she was smiling but in a polite fashion, and her early explanation to eject in the set suggested there’s no turning this around. Nonetheless, it was a bit of fun and I left with my vibe intact.
In another set, I open a slim girl with dark brown corduroy pants and a light brown blouse with some frills. I complimented her then teased her for looking like an archeologist professor. She said nothing. I said she looks like she just came back from a digging site. She’s returning one-word responses, but I sense she’s hiding a smile. “Do you know Indiana Jones? That’s what look you remind of,” I continue. She laughs and says yes. The set continues with her speaking very little in her Kyrgyzstani accent. I touch her hips when teasing about the corduroy pants again. I touch her hair when I say she’s missing the archeologist hat. She takes it, but doesn’t give much back. I ask if I take her out for a drink, will she talk more. She enthusiastically replies “yes”, so I take her number not sure what to make of it. Between her hinted smile, planted feet, strong eye contact and non-Americanism2 I figured it’s worth a shot to proceed.
A few days after this set, I have a second date with Ukranian and get the +1. The set is described in the beginning of my last post. I may write up the details later, as the first date was a good learning experience. I will say this though, after the fuck she said “you have some energy about you.” I egged her on to stroke my ego and she said “it’s a powerful energy.”3 This was after, what I felt, was bad sex.
Over the next few days, I take some vacation time to hang out with Midwest. He’s a Daygamer out of the American midwest where sets are scarce and found indoors at places such as malls, clothing stores and grocery stores. Follow Midwest, along with RedPillDad and InvestorPUA, for tips and stories related to working these venues. Other than the Daygame and cost of living, I love NYC and look for excuses to explore. Midwest’s Daygame visit was just an opportunity to do so. We spent our time checking out various landscapes, museums and local cuisine4. And of course, running sets. Once he hit his groove, Midwest did pretty well with the volume in NYC. I’ll leave him to tell his story, but know that he certainly took advantage of the absolute number of young women living this little village.
About a week after Midwest stepped onto the NYC pavement, we were out with Mr. V again running a session in our not-so-secret Daygame area. After nine sets of soft blowouts–“Thanks, but sorry I gotta go”–I start to mentally checkout from the day’s activities. It’s now up to Midwest to carry the enthusiasm for more sets into our shared vibe. He succeeds. As we’re waiting at a crosswalk, I spot a short brunette with baggy black pants and a matching hoodie. She’s obviously a ninja5.
Little ninja opens up quite nice with big eyes and, from the inflections of her voice underneath her mask, a big smile. She tells me quite early on that her friend flaked on her, whom I later discovered was actually her Bumble date. She then asks if she can join me as I was to meet up with friends later for a drink. This is two minutes into the set, so I ignore the quick suggestion and continue on to build a bit more of a bubble. Another 2-3 minutes later, the bubble is built, mostly on teasing/attraction. This girl is in her first year of college and acts like it. I sense she’s a flakey, adventurous, spontaneous girl that wouldn’t show up to a funeral on time much less a date, so I go for my first ever instant date. We’re going big, gentleman, or we’re going home–or in this case, both!
It’s about a 25 minute walk to my place from Daygame St, near which there are plenty a bar. Along the way, we exchange menial chit chat. She seems to enjoy attraction material but I can’t get her into comfort. Nevertheless, even my most derivative attraction material hits for her. During the walk, she says she drinks but doesn’t have a fake ID so I tell her we’ll try anyways since not all bars card. As we arrive at the bar and sit down at a table I’m wondering if I can keep this up long enough for a second venue; uninspired teasing and cheap attraction material is exhausting. In retrospect, this would have been a good opportunity to run The Cube, or I could have gotten into the Questions Game. Please leave a comment if you have any other suggestions.
A few minutes after sitting at the table, a waitress drops us a menu and steps away to give us a moment to examine it. Little miss ninja tells me she doesn’t know anything about beer. “Okay, you look like a lightweight. So we’ll get you a light beer.” After giving my order to the waitress upon her return, we’re asked to show ID. I whip mine out with no hesitation6 while ninja fumbles through her wallet. I can see her shaking, she’s pretending to look for her card. She doesn’t know what to do. I don’t want to be known as the guy who brings teenagers to this bar near mine in case I make it a regular venue. I look at ninja and say “Oh no. Ninja, did you really forget to bring your ID? Again?!” She responds in the affirmative and waitress proceeds to politely dismiss us and tells us to come back again because she “can tell that we’re cool people.” They will receive my patronage another time.
I lighten the mood and tease ninja for being so scared; she laughs it up in typical American-college-girl fashion by saying “OMFG wait! wait! Are you serious! Was I shaking that much?! I was so freaked out! Haha! Could the waitress tell?!” At this point, we’re just a 5 minute walk to mine. Ninja asks where we’re going now and I tell her “well, we can grab some tea around the corner or have a bit of wine at mine.” “Ummm”, she’s thinking. She needs help making a decision, so I assist by asking “red wine or white wine?” “Red”, she quickly responds. Decision made.
We trade more chit chat. She likes rebellious rock music so I presume she listens to Jimi Hendrix. She doesn’t know who he is.
We get to mine and she heads straight for the bathroom. I wash a couple of glasses and pour wine. She looks at the wine bottle and asks “what’s board ox?” I manage to fully suppress my chuckle and tell her it’s a city in France. Worry not gentleman, this bottle cost me not more than $13 despite it’s origin. I put on Jimi, and we have mundane conversation. I try to get into comfort, but it doesn’t hit. Her thoughts and responses don’t go deeper than one or two sentences; there’s nothing on which to latch. We’re sitting across from each other and I can’t figure out how to escalate. I excuse myself to the big boys room and text Mr. V the situation at hand. He tells me she knows what she’s doing, coming to a strange man’s home and that I should just get near her and go for the kiss.
Armed with this strategy, I come back out to ninja. We talk for a minute or two and she mentions drugs. I offer her some weed. She accepts. I call her over, “come here”, to the kitchen vent and we smoke a bit. She’s done coke and asks me if I have. I tell her no, and in retrospect I think I should have lied and said yes. She’s not trying to relate with my past experience, she’s trying to discover how I’ll judge her. Instead, I tell her about a past salvia trip7. I run a bit of physical escalation. Touching the various trinkets adorning her young body. A chain link for a necklace, a Powerpuff Girls shirt with one of them smoking a J, and some other tidbits I can’t recall. She reacts amber yellow amber to these touches. I take it a up a notch and put two fingers into the front of her belt and try to pull her towards me. She resists before I pull too hard. She’s still smiling and chatting, and acting a bit shy. After 5-10 minutes of smoking, of which I never inhaled, we go sit back down across from each other. We begin talking films and she says she really likes Lolita and Leon: The Professional. That’s a green light if there ever was one.
A few minutes later, I stand up to put something away in the kitchen then lean back against the wall next to her chair. About 30 seconds later, I pick up her hands. She turns her head away but stands up. I telegraph a kiss and she doesn’t pull back. I go for the kiss and she gives back before I reach her lips. Nice make out. She’s a good kisser for a young ninja. She’s into it.
I push away for a moment then go right back in. I kiss her neck a bit, then start peeling away her hoodie. One arm is free and she says “I shouldn’t do this.” “You really shouldn’t” I agree, as I continue kissing her. I turn her around and push her ass against my dick, bite her ears and fondle her tits. She’s pushing her ass against me and moaning. The following philosophical dialogue ensues while I’m biting and fondling and she’s grinding and moaning:
Ninja: Maybe we can just be friends.
Breeze: Can I be your bff?
N: Oh…uh….that’s taken.
B: Can I call you every day?
N: Okay…..
B: Can I call you when I’m feeling sad?
N: Okay…..
B: Can I call you when I’m feeling bad?
N: Yes definitely call me then.
Moments later the sexy fun stops and she collects her things to leave. She asks for my number. I take hers instead and text the next day to silence.
Hot!
The week isn’t quite done. The day after Midwest leaves this town, I have an evening date with miss archeologist professor. She talks very little and the date was quite dry. This is consistent with our initial meeting and texting. During the date, I was pleased to hear that she listens to Bob Dylan (she brought it up) and the films of Wes Anderson and Quentin Tarantino. She reads quite voraciously as well. She told me she’s not a good story teller and generally doesn’t talk much. Its usual for people to talk and her to listen, she tells me. She is studying to become an actress, despite being the least charismatic person I’ve ever met. Though I knew it wouldn’t land, I went for the kiss at the end of the date to at least convey my intent as my escalations in the date were light. I don’t expect much more from this one.
What bothers me the most, however, is that I can’t figure out if she’s just not interested or if I ran the date wrong. I’ve been replaying it in my head. During the date, I went into a lot of comfort, with teases sprinkled throughout. I missed many opportunities to dig deeper into her passions and I qualified myself more than I qualified her. Possibly she needed more attraction material as well. Once again, I need to study RPD’s Cube post before my next date.
Funny how the day Midwest arrives to NYC, my luck turns around. I wrote in couple of recent blog posts (here and here) about my difficulty finding success with Daygame. Midwest brought his fresh enthusiasm for volume and big city lights that became contagious. As with other NYC Daygamers Mr. V and Runner, he’s got a healthy vibe and is in Game to become a better man. He doesn’t have the ego which keeps most people limited to the RSD-style of Daygame8. Daygame isn’t a series of tricks to bed women for him, it’s a way to improve his value then deliver it to girls in a mutually-serving way.
Unfortunately, I was a bit of a shit host. Every morning and every night, I spent an hour catching up with work despite taking vacation days. There are many things I like about my job, though the stress and work-life balance can be unattractive at times. And this was one of those times. Yet running around NYC during the week with Midwest did lift my spirits. I think I’ve become a bit jaded relative to him, and probably other Daygamers. Midwest carries a degree of optimism whereas I am in the midst of a streak of pessimism. It was a welcomed opportunity to met a like-minded gentleman with a wide-eyed excitement for the volume that NYC has to offer.
I look forward to running more sets with him in the future, whether it be in NYC or elsewhere.
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- Can’t tell you quite why, but I imagine purple as the color of my vibe.
- When Americans don’t talk much, it’s a clear IOD. I don’t know if the same assessment holds for someone from Central Asia.
- I also asked her what color my energy is. She said orange. I said that makes sense, but quite frankly, I have no idea wtf that means.
- Including a $25 brisket sandwich in this city of sanctioned robbery.
- Yes, I know. More cheap grabs at Krauser’s coattails, but it really is an excellent tease.
- When in doubt, whip it out.
- I freaked out during my trip. However, ninja believes it was a moment in which I became integrated with nature. As Mr. V says, “I’m always doing amazing.”
- By which I mean this attitude of “I’m amazing and the king shit. I don’t need to change a thing about myself. I just gotta be loud and say ‘hi’ with a lot of energy. Girls are lucky to meet me. The ones who don’t like me are missing out.” RSD guys confuse this attitude as the cause of good Game, when it’s really the symptom.
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