Post: #751

(05-14-2013 06:46 PM)little wing Wrote:  You should try to be wittier.
Facial expression and prosody is also really important. You need to make her feel comfortable around you quickly.
It's very hard to get a girl's number when you have not once made her laugh or smile

She did smile! The only reason I am not comfortable with indirect is because deep down I feel like I'm not being honest, and I'm beating around the bush. I'm gonna stick to direct game. I wanna be like Johnny Bravo without being rejected as much.

Post: #752

I came into the airport last week and was standing outside waiting for my ride. A fine as sister was standing next to me. She just now called. We're meeting for dinner this weekend. She'll be my 4-5 black chick here in the ATL.

Best part is, I have no recollection of what she looked likes, or how I gamed her. I came into the ATL belligerent drunk. My friend that picked me up said she was thin and fine as fuck. That's the only reason I agreed to meet her.

I have so much game I can do it on autopilot.

Post: #753

Instant Application of RVF Game material in reality, Here are the details.....

I was reading the Older Guys 40+ thread on my phone at a University's Starbucks and specifically IKE's post on Eye Contacts and kinda agreed to what he was saying " If a Girl looks at you twice , Game's on".

here is a little bit of excerpt from his post.

Quote:To summarize and quote R. Don Streele "If she makes eye contact twice, it's not an accident."

This is American-specific--I believe women are highly socially alert and control and limit their eye-contact cuing very strictly. The vast majority of eye contacts are not accidental.

To American girls, making eye contact feels like they're exposing themselves emotionally, they feel as if they are giving away a lot. Maybe it's because of the time-is-money culture.

I am increasingly under the impression that in coffee-shop day game ( the only kind I do now) if a young woman makes eye-contact more than one time she is interested and is cuing. She at least wants your approval, whether she would accept sexual attention and date you is another matter. It seems only moderately related to her level of attractiveness, although 6-7+ blonds AND 8+ brunette whites under 25 rarely cue me (50+) as they are the most valued in America. I myself am targeting Asians much more as it seems I get a 1-2 point bump. I suspect they actually think about and want hybrid babies to try to get into a higher class (in their mind) in America.

Men are fertility detectors, women are status detectors.

To oversimplify, because it is more fun here is my current hypothesis:
Makes Eye contact Once = EC1

EC1 - Does not find you disgusting
EC2- Like something about you, will talk after shyness or initial bitch shield is disarmed.
EC3 ( very rare) is actually thinking about the logistics of getting talked to by you.
EC4- is considering or fantasizing about dating, fucking you. (<1/100 girls do this with me)

Pure gold above and I am nodding my head and agreeing with IKE that if a Girl looks at me twice, It's on and I will pay close attention to this phenomenon and ............................

I see a Brunette with exotic look 7.5 coming down the stairs and at the bottom of the stairs she looks at me once, Our eyes meet for a second and linger for just a fraction longer then normal and she looks away and I'm puzzled, was there something ? she goes to order her coffee, I look in her direction about a min later and she turns around and looks at me, our eyes meet each other, No smile, nothing, This time I look away smiling that it's on.

With all my Calculations I time the delivery of her coffee by Barista and get up & go ask her as she moves away (Almost Perfect Timing)

Me: Excuse me, What kinda scrubs are those ?

Her: They are Dansko

Me: Oh no I meant what dept they are from ?

Her: I am in Dental College

Me: I thought Dental college wear the same color as --------

Her: True, I bought these at a medical fair, we are allowed to wear whatever color we like.

Me: I just moved here from Florida and don't know much about the shops, where can I find a store that sells scrubs.

Her: One is on such & such road, another one is on -----

Her: Do you work around here

Me: Yes, I am a consultant for -----

Her: Great , How did you get into consulting in your field...

Me: Call me non-conformist, I hate the 9-5 Grind, Basically I only have to commit 3-6 months and I get to travel on company's dime. Most Importantly I only work 8-9 months in a year and travel the rest of time.

Her: (Getting excited) I can't wait to start traveling , Where have you travelled to ?

Me: This year has been Carribean heavy, DR, Bahamas, Jamaica, last year was Europe, next planned trip is to Brazil and colombia.

Her: (Pupils dilated) where are you from ?

Me: Guess

Her: Middle East or Turkey

Me: wrong and tell her......

Her: I would not have thought so

Me: Listen I have to be back in that building by 1:00 Pm and would love to carry on the conversation with you.

Her: I would like that too but I have an exam to take later.

Me: lets exchange numbers and we will get together at a good time

Number close and as I am moving away she is still standing there watching me go and says " It was really nice meeting you" , I turn around and say likewise.

Post: #754

Did my first approach last night in a few weeks. I've had some problems with my stomach, stress related and probably IBS, and finally got some meds this week and feeling normal again. I was feeling shit for about 3 and a half weeks, really bloated, my state was down, depressed, but now I'm back.

Last night on the DLR (kind of like a metro) home, I'm sitting opposite a girl and we lock eyes for a few seconds. Then later on in the journey, we lock eyes again for a few seconds. The train is packed, and I'm not feeling gutsy enough to chat to her in front of loads of people, especially since I hadn't opened a girl for a while. I say to myself that if she gets off at my stop, then I'm gonna chat to her.

She's a small little mouse, just my type. If we're giving points, I'd say a 7. Not the best, and certainly not the worst, and I really liked her ass.

We're walking down the stairs to the ground, her in front of me and some ugly girl behind us. I'd heard her speaking Spanish (I thought) on the phone to someone on the train so I opened her in Spanish.

Me: Perdon, senorita?

She turns around and looks at me smiling.

Me: Es usted espanol?

I catch up with her now and am walking side by side down the stairs.

Girl: Nooo! Italiano
Me: Oh, okay. I heard you on the telephone and I thought you were Spanish
Girl: No no, I was talking to my friend in Italian
Me: I should've known really. I have an ex girlfriend who is Italian and know other Italians.

We're at the bottom of the stairs now and I've stopped her.

Me: It's because you talk so fast, I don't know which language is which
Girl: Yes, I've been here for 5 months. My English is not so good
Me: Well, you understand me, so that is good
Girl: Yes, I try
Me: My name's Matt (hold out my hand)
Girl: I'm Monica (she takes my hand is smiling massively at me)
Me: Monica? That's a nice name. You're the first Monica I know
Girl: Well it's nice to meet you
Me: And what have you been doing with yourself today?
Girl: I have just finished at work, I work at Jamie Oliver's
Me: The restaurant?
Girl: Yes, I'm the pastry chef!
Me: Sooo...you bake cakes and pies all day?
Girl: Yes!
Me: YOU bake cakes and pies all day?
Girl: (smiling more) Yes!
Me: .....cakes and pies?

She's laughing now. I grab her face with both of my hands.

Me: I am already in love with you.
Girl: (laughing still) Ohh stop it!
Me: What is the best dessert you make?
Girl: Tiramisu! It's my favourite
Me: Of course
Girl: Yes, in Italy, we love it.
Me: I love it too, let's make a deal. You have to make one for me
Girl: Okay then! (really enthusiastic)
Me: Okay, in England when we make a deal, we shake hands

(we shake hands)

Girl: Okay, I promise!
Me: Do you live around here?
Girl: Yes, I live that way (she points and it's the same direction as me)
Me: Oh, that's the same way as me. Let's start walking

We're walking back just chatting to each other casually when we get to a point where we're heading in the opposite direction.

Me: Well, I'm going this way
Girl: Oh , I live over there
Me: Alright well listen, do you have a boyfriend? (nice one, Jabba)
Girl: (crosses legs) no!
Me: Okay well I'm going to take you out for a drink some time, and you have to make me Tiramisu, remember?
Girl: Yes, it'll be the best one you ever have!
Me: Put your number in my phone and I'll text you some time

(I hand her my phone)

Girl: Maybe it is better to add each other on Facebook?
Me: I don't have Facebook
Girl: Oh you don't have Facebook?
Me: Nope, deleted it months ago
Girl: Okay then (she types her number in my phone)
Me: I'll text you some time then, alright?
Girl: Alright. You know you can get back to your apartment through here?
Me: I didn't, show me the way

She walks me through this scabby council estate and to the road near mine. Again, we stop.

Me: Well, it was nice meeting you
Girl: And you!

We do the cheek kissing thing, then a bit more talk, then the cheek kissing thing again. We're just about to walk away and I grab her hand and say "wait, which way" and she starts point for me and telling me (I live next to a supermarket so she knows the way). All the time she's holding my hand. I tried to read her for a proper kiss but it wasn't gonna happen, that's what rustiness does to you. We parted ways and she had a massive smile on her face. I'll text her tomorrow and try get her round for drinks next weekend.