On that note, what I want you to take away from that short-vid clip is something that I always preach: Be sexual and forward fast!
When in nightlife settings especially, women are already predisposed to the idea of men being dominant, forward, sexual and flirty.
Therefore, use more non-verbal flirting in loud venues. Because after all, the loud music is your ally, and it give you (and the girl) psychological justification to touch, feel and flirt.
Stay tuned for the follow-up post on how Friday night went down.
Having gotten my smartphone to come alive again, I unplugged it at about 76%, stuffed it into my pockets and hit the bar for some night game.
I toted along with me a bottle of Jelzin Vodka liqueur which I was drinking prior to leaving my apartment.
Unsure of whether I could enter the establishment with a bottle of alcohol which I purchased elsewhere, I stayed outside of the bar and slowly sipped on the sweet liqueur while scoping out some prospects.
Within no time, I felt buzzed.
Contrary to popular belief, alcohol doesn’t give me courage whereas I become emboldened to game chicks.
Lots of guys have to drink and get hammered to approach and game.
I on the other hand as a master seducer, alcohol kills my game, included my ability to masterfully lead and work out logistics for a pull. So whenever I drink and I feel that buzzed sensation, it is usually my cue to stop; especially if I intend to take someone home.
I made my way to the counter, ordered some hot wings and an energy drink.
I approached my 1st target of the night, a super-thin chick in a skimpy-black dress. She bolted as I reached out to stop her.
She says to the guy who was with her, “that guy’s trying to talk to me”!
The guy said, “So! What you expect me to do”!?
The chick kept running from me (somewhat playfully) so I rolled off with a sly smile on my face.
Never take so-called rejections to heart!
Embrace that lesson! Take it with a sly smile and move on!
Although I never need to warm up aka “get in state” before approaching meaningful sets, in essence, I was just warming up my social muscles.
Bear in mind also, it was about 9:30 PM, so it was very early. A concept that I’ve since incorporated into my game is that of the infamous pickup coach, Julien Blanc, who taught that early during the night, your sets should just be fuck-around sets.
In other words: just act like a jackass and have fun if it’s early.
Why? Chances are, you are not going to be able to take a girl home early in the night. So instead of gaming girls meaningfully before 12 am, you should have a fuck-around attitude whereas you don’t take any girl seriously as far as trying to take any girl home.
When I first came across that piece of insight many years ago from a Julien video, I mocked it as foolish and backwards.
Years later, I see its practicality.
Hence, last night, every chick I chatted up before 12 am, was in a non-pull type of manner.
I was dicking around for the most part.
By 10 o’clock, the venue was packed like sardines. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a sausage fest.
There was this sexy girl standing beside the entrance, dancing next to 4 other girls who seemed like they were all together.
I approached indirectly, as though I was heading out of the venue, then I turned:
Me: “Hey, I just wanna inform you that by the time the night is over, we are gonna be dancing like lovers into the morning”.
She smiled and laughed.
Just the reaction I wanted.
Me: “Mark it on your to-do-list”.
I then rolled off after placing my hand on her shoulder as if to say, “take care”.
I went back to the bar counter and began eye-fucking her from about 20 yards away.
Shortly afterwards, a very thin chick appears and grabbed a seat in the loungy area.
I immediately approached:
Me: “Hey, I think I remember your face from last weekend. We almost kissed”.
She had a super-shocked expression on her face with mouth gaped wide open as if to say, “Me”!!!!?
Girl: “It wasn’t me”!
Me: “Oh really. Why you had to say it like that. I didn’t realize I was that ugly”!
Girl: “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t here last weekend”.
Me: “Cool. But I notice you eye-fucking from across the bar. That’s not a nice thing to do, so that’s why I had to approach you”.
She laughs with the usual and expected shocked expression.
We chatted a bit more then I rolled off.
Guys- here’s another note- whenever running bar/club game: always fucking roll off!
Here’s a field-report article I posted back in 2011, which shows that the “roll off” was and is a huge part of my PUA method.
You don’t want to give the girl the scary impression that you’re going to pester her all night.
You do this later in the night. But while it’s early, you approach, say your bit, charm her up then roll the fuck off!
You will always see her again during the night.
Most guys make the mistake of trying to lock in ASAP.
I went to lean up against the wall [a sin in game] for a bit.
A chick walks by.
As I went to step to approach in order to open her with a comment/observation on her tattoo, some clown dude stepped in between us, and inadvertently blocked me off from the girl.
I was going to tell her that she has a kick-ass tatt. Charm her a bit then roll off.
There was this girl from a 2-set who kept eye-fucking me as she saunters by, looking at me in a snarky way and sucking her teeth as we locked eyes.
This is a great sign by the way.
I followed her in order to open, and to possibly dance wit her (though I can’t dance for shit), but it was so packed in there, I lost her in the mix.
Turned around and there she was smiling at me as if it were a game of cat-and-mouse.
I pursued, grabbed her by the hand, she gives in:
Me: “Why the fuck are you checking me out! Didn’t your mother teach you manners”!
She laughs and yells in my ear:
Girl: “Fuck you”!
Me: “You don’t want a real man. That’s why you’re afraid of me”!
Note: just talk shit! Talk gibberish!
Guys, you need to realize that nothing said in the bar/club should be weighty and serious.
Say all sorts of nonsensical BS!
Women love it!
Again- guys make the crucial mistake during night game particularly- of logicking girls to frikkin’ death by talking about logical, rational, mundane and boring shit: work, school, siblings, life, etc!
“No, No, No”!!!!
Logics don’t work with women!
Logics and logical facts are the antithesis of attractive to women.
Also bear in mind that in the bar and nightclubs, women are inebriated.
They are drinking! Hence, nothing you say of logics holds weight to women!
You have a girl drinking, dancing and looking to hit buying temperature, yet here you, Mr AFC, coming along, talking about, “so where did you go to school”?
Nothing said inside of a bar should make sense!
Just ramble about anything stupid!
Talk shit as you see me doing!
Women aren’t going to be weirded out and get turned off! They will get turned off once you approach asking interview-type chode questions like, “So what’s you name? Are you from around here”?
Anywho, I rolled off as per my routine.
I bumped into her again, but this time dancing with some guy whom she apparently knows.
She reaches out to me with her hand:
Girl: “Hey you”!
I can’t quite remember her entire comment.
Me: “Who told you you could dance? You can’t”!
Obviously I said this playfully.
Whenever being a dick, remember to do it with a smile. 😉
Girl: “Shut up! I can dance better than you”!
She gives me the hand to the face (playfully).
I rolled off again.
Another note: rolling off the way that I do, indicates (strategically):
1.) It tells the girl that I am NOT desperate
2.) It tells the girl that I am NOT a stalker
3.) It tells the girl that I possibly have options
Therefore, rolling off has no downside except while pulling and trying to get the girl home.
What do most guys do from the contrary? They stay right there with drink in hand, watching the girl like they’re lost for words and don’t know what to say next.
Shit gets awkward because of that, and most guys are DONE! They kill their chances/first impression within 1 swoop.
Anyway, some time goes by, and I ran across the girl in the 4 set which was dancing by the entrance.
This time, she was on her way to order something from the bar.
Me: “Hey, hey, hey, where you going already”!
I said to her dominantly yet playfully with my arms out, as if I were trying to bar her from going forward.
Most guys don’t do this. They ultra-passively and meekly try to get the girl’s attention, hoping she’d notice them and stop. 😆 😆
Note: music, noise, lights, alcohol and lots of people.
How the heck do you expect to get a girl’s attention while your demeanor and comportment are that of a low-energied Ben Carson !?
To take it further with politics analogy: you have to become Donald Trumpish when trying to get girls to focus on you in such a venue.
By “Trump-like”, I mean loud, expressive and animated.
If a girl walks by you in the venue, being monotone in your voice, and low energy, won’t avail you 1 bit.
Hence the reason I jumped in front of the girl with my 2 arms stretched out as if to stop her, while I slightly gave way so that she can get closer to me.
As she got closer, I strategically put a hand on her shoulder to bring her to a halt, so that I can reiterate what I said:
“Where do you think you’re going young lady”?
Girl: “To the bar to buy a drink”.
Me: “Oh! Let’s go”!
I took her arm and led her to the bar counter while she gave an expression which said, “What is going on here? I don’t even know this guy”!
Me: “What do you want, a cocktail”?
Girl: “No. I’m gonna buy just a water”.
She zips her purse open as if to retrieve some cash.
Me: “Yo, yo, you! I got this”!
Girl: “You’re gonna pay for the water”?
Me: “Yea. Bartender, give this young lady a bottle of water. I’m paying”.
She grabbed her water, said thanks and went back to her friends.
Now, why did I do that, essentially breaking the #1 rule of pickup (“don’t buy girls drinks”)?
1.) Buying a girl a drink won’t blow me out at all
2.) I wasn’t trying to buy the girl via the drink
Listen, the reason why most guys blow themselves out whenever they buy girls drinks, is the sub-communication, and the other aspects surrounding the interaction.
Guys would buy the girl a drink as a way to buy conversation.
This isn’t just low value, but it’s sneaky in the most obvious way.
Whenever I buy a girl a drink- which I don’t do- there is no discernible catch!
I buy and let her go!
I don’t buy and then trail behind of her like a lap-dog, expecting a goddamn treat via convo!
Surely I want something. But I will go about it indirectly, in order to avoid a stigmatic backlash.
Okay, so the chick went back to her friends and I dicked around some more in the jam-packed bar.
A while later, while standing around outside, I overheard a bunch of British accents to my right.
I didn’t think much of it, so I went back inside.
Again, I ran into the chick for whom I’d bought the drink.
Since it was already 12 am, it was that time to throw down some real game, in hopes of seeding a pull.
The girl whom I’d bought the water for ,I bumped into her again, so I took that opportunity to try to pull her.
Long story short: we chatted and flirted for about 5 minutes before exchanging numbers.
I texted her right away.
My plan was to try to see if I could extract her to the outside of the venue, sans her friends.
Generally, it’s a terrible idea to number close a bar/club girl since she won’t quite take to you…once the alcohol has worn off the following day.
I rolled the dice anyway because I had all intentions to contact her right away to see if it was possible to pull.
It was a mammoth task indeed, since she wasn’t alone, but with 3 other girls and a gay guy.
An additional good thing working for me was that she’s sober, having drunk only water for the night. So I won’t have to deal with a sloppy girl with the attention span of an ant due to inebriation.
Through text, I managed to get her to go outside.
However, the gay guy- her friend- shortly joined her as she was waiting around on a bench outside the bar.
Her gay friend’s now operating as an indirect cock-blocking obstacle.
Here’s the chat @ that very moment [my texts in green]
I went back inside of the venue to burn some time before finding more feasible logistics with the girl.
As I was waiting around, I decided to chat up a group of British girl, a 5 set, that was standing around having cocktails.
After about 2 minutes, I selected my target by focusing on 1 girl.
Since the temperature was sweltering inside the venue, they all decided to go outside and sit on some benches…so I went with them.
I was locked-in with the British girl whom I was trying to seduce.
As a sidebar joke, I said to the other 4 girls (and 1 guy): “Hey, ***** is now my new wife”.
They all burst out laughing and congratulated us on the marriage, while asking why they never received invitation.
All the while, I was trying to isolate her from the group in order to get romantic and physical since the flirting was on high.
Me: “Can I borrow my wife for a second”? I said to the group.
“Sure! She’s your wife”! They exclaimed.
That’s all I wanted to hear: consent.
I said to her, “C’mon”. I motioned with my head and hand for us to go in back of an SUV which was parked just about 5 yards behind of us.
We moved and immediately started to make out.
We paused for a selfie intermission.
For some reason, I just wanted my tongue lodged down a girl’s throat last night.
Lesson here: Go for it!
Don’t waste time pussy-footing when it’s crunch time!
I began to caress her juicy British thighs as she stood in front of me with her ass pressed up against my crotch.
I got a message from the girl whom I was texting minutes earlier: the girl whom I bought the water for.
She wanted to know where I was…though I told her in front of a blu van…but that was how long ago.
I quickly dismissed the water girl since her logistics were more challenging for the SNL (Same-Night Lay) pull. So I threw my phone back into my pocket and commenced the romancing with this Brit stranger whom I’d just met about 10 minutes prior.
Her friends, the other 4 girls, said that they were going back inside of the venue, but I encouraged my chick to stay out with me a bit longer.
Her friends hesitantly relented as I said to them, “I won’t kidnap her. I’ll keep her safe for sure”.
As her friends went inside, we continued.
I wanted her to give me a handjob right then and there, but cars kept passing as we were exposed to a busy-ass street.
In any case, she kept playfully grabbing my cock to see if I was hard.
She wanted to go back inside to grab a cocktail [no pun intended] and dance with me.
I wasn’t quite up for it.
All I wanted to do was to shag down at that point. We eventually went back inside, she grabs a $10 drink which she paid for herself.
We goofed around and danced a bit.
Her girlfriends, the 4 of them, including a guy whom appeared to have come with them, were seated sipping drinks and watching some music videos on the jumbo monitor.
A while after, the Brits decided to go back outside to sit on the benches, so we went with them.
At that very moment, we were taking selfies and shit, so I had my phone out just in case.
We were acting naughty as hell.
Here’s a darkened video from when the girls were being naughty and I told them all to behave.
Last weekend, I picked up this bartender chick (off the job).
I tried to get her to my place…to no avail.
Friday night, she texted me, telling me to come by (the bar) @ 8…to see her.
I did stop by after 1 am [after the walk of death which had me lost in the woods]…but I happened to meet another girl at the same bar whom I was gaming throughout the night.
The bartender chick then got a bit jealous after she realized that I was chatting this girl up in the courtyard area of the venue when I was supposed to be there keeping her company…I guess.
Moral of the story: hot girls love guys who are pre-selected and are accustomed to getting what they want.
[Her texts in white. Mines in green]
[Her texts in white]
Obviously I exaggerated the whole thing.
As far as she saying I have lots of my plate, the reason she said that was because she seen me charming up a few girls in the venue while some of them were visibly eye-fucking me…not because I’m some rockstar, athlete or handsome guy. But because I carry myself as one!
This girl knows what I want [to sleep with her]. But as expected: girls will play cat-and-mouse about the inevitable.
Lastly, there is no girl too hot for me to shit on.
Lots of guys put bartenders and other hired-guns on pedestals because of their superficial beauty.
Kenny doesn’t play that game. I treat super-hot girls as if they were ugly ducklings, by putting them off, dismissing them and gaming other girls right in front of them.
I don’t merely do this just to be a dick. But if you understand seduction, you would’ve known that this sort of behavior is what gets hot girls glued to you!
Do you have the cojones to blow off a hot bartender who invites you to her workplace to spend some time?
If you don’t, then I urge you to get some balls!
Sticking around here you will learn very quickly, that hot girls are no harder to game and bed than ugly ones.