10Pin
10-27-2007, 04:47 AM
Ah,
You boys inspire me sometimes. Seriously. I was sitting around at about 7pm, all set to chode out on the evening cos I had a bit of man-flu, when I logged into the RSD forum.
I see Flannery banging on about going up to girls telling them you’re hitting on girls and asking them if they’re friendly.
I see my boy Flower popping his rocks for the first time.
*DAMN*, what am I doing sitting here reading the computer? I am letting the side down. So I slapped myself in the face with a wet kipper, acknowledge this (‘Thanks, I probably needed that’), got suited and booted and ready to face the crowds.
Hit the bus stop. Old man. This is gonna be set number 1 - warm ups all the way. Great little convo, pure banter about how I want to be old so I can finally claim legitimacy to just want ‘a quiet night down the pub’. His bus comes after about 10 minutes, leave on a high point and a joke.
Maybe I should have # closed him.
Now where the fuck is my bus? See girl at bus stop, ask her.
This conversation with this girl leads into a 25 minute set, that continues onto the bus on the premise that ‘no-one is sociable on the bus anymore, they’re just a bunch of privacy-chodes’. By now I’m hitting state. She’s giving me - time to bust out the old-school lingo - DDB, toying with the pen in her hands, playing with her hair and reinitiating convo all the time when I vacuum.
Sample of conversation, for Terminator’s benefit:
10: You should quit your job as a croupier, if you aren’t enjoying it. You gotta have a dream, think BIG. What did you want to do when you were a kid?
HB: blablablabla
10: Awesome, cos this is like the start of the rest of your life. You’ve gotta step up and do something to challenge yourself. Quit your job. If you believe in Hollywood - as I choose to - you’ll land on your feet and probably start doing something amazing all of a sudden. You’ll be the new Thelma and Louise. You’ll be like Will Smith in ‘In Pursuit of Happyness’, only less black and manly (black guys up front turn round).
And this, this SPEECH, will be like the turning stone in the movie of your life. There’ll be string playing in the background. I’ll be played by Brad Pitt (pops collar). This will be the moment women melt and hearts soar. Can you…
<phone rings. It’s my wing>
…Well that’ll be the moment the record skips (make scratch noise).
She is LOVING me. Too bad she’s a 6. But hey, normally I wouldn’t even keep the convo rolling so far. Now I’m in state BEFORE hitting the bars.
Meet up with RoyalBlue and Potto.
I get challenged by RB to talk non-stop till we hit Bar 42 about ‘pillows’. I thought he said something else though, and roll into a 90 second rant about Greco-Roman PILLARS. And how they reflect the pillars of society in a purely metaphysical manner. Ahem.
In Bar 42, student girls galore. RB says, ‘pick a random subject, anything.’ I think he’s searching for an opener. I say, ‘cheese’. He laughs and is like, ‘NO!’ so 10Pin just hits the girl next to him and says,
‘Hey. You like cheese?’
She starts laughing and blowing up so hard that I swear lemonade could be coming out of her nose.
RB steps in, he can take the girl. I occupy her friends - who are trainee schoolteachers (‘what, the shit ones then?’) - with roleplays like:
‘If I was a naughty kid and it was time for SPELLING TEST, and I had a pencil in my ear and refused to remove it, what would you do?’
Etc etc
Later set, girl comes up:
‘Whats your name?’
‘Jenny’ (fuck me, I’m guessing here)
(shake hands, spin. I SWEAR this girl is ripe for the pull almost instantly. Some guys roll up behind us)
She pulls my tie. I pull her top down.
LAUGH LAUGH TITTER TITTER HEE HEE
She wants to see the ring on my thumb. I grab her, quite hard. ‘You better not be a thief’
Lalalalalala
This charade is continuing for about 5 minutes, and she is into me in a peculiarly big way.
‘So what are you doing tonight Jenny?’
‘I gotta sleep with my boyfriend.’ <points to one of the guys standing behind me. This guy is like WTF just happened????’ Half the guys in the bar are looking at me. Some jealous, some angry. This is kinda cool…>
----
The night continued in this vain. Stealing girls glasses. Ridiculous role-plays, including:
‘If you were Spanish what would your name be? I would be Chorizo’
‘What Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle would you be? <size her up> You could be a Leonardo. You look like you're good at handling big sticks. <high five>‘
‘You have PHENOMENAL breasts. Like hovercrafts’
-’Hey, do you think 10Pin should talk about himself more in the 3rd person?’
-‘Who is 10Pin?’
-‘Me. DUH.’
It was one of those nights, as I commented to Potto, where you have run so many sets and had so many GREAT interactions and FUN times that you can’t even remember half of them only 5 minutes after. There were too many interactions and funny shit to get into one FR…
Negs, takeaways, the claw - all instinctual and nothing pre-planned...
Water fights….random acts of nudity…stupid handshake kino games made up on the spot…getting blown out and laughing at the girls faces for their responses…pulling ghost-spaz faces behind girls until they turn round and notice…slamming girls up against the wall, girls who want to come to my house for a ‘house party’ (could there be a more open goal???)…
----
I said this to my man Potto this morning. Last night was the first night I truly felt like a REAL pua. I know, it might sound ridiculous given the bathroom and alleyway LR’s and other FR’s of glory I have posted…but last night, damn, something was going on.
-I approached EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SET I wanted to.
-No scripts, no routines.
-The CLAW. RB commented on my aggressive kino J
-Winging well, including occupying a mixed 5 set and being the absolute focal point of the entire groups attention while RB isolates his girl in the corner.
All in all, I got 3 pulls in the last club. Including a stunner right at the end when the lights came on (it was literally a:
-Grab
-’Hey, whats your name?’
‘Sweet’-BOOM
pull, of the best variety. She was a stunner too, like a 9 or something)
Pulled a hot frenchie repeatedly, in the glaze of a cameramans camera. She has a boyfriend. This photo is going in the student papers….oops. : ) We pulled a couple of times, then she was about to go, ‘No no, I have a boyfriend, I shouldn’t be doing this’…GRAB, say ‘Shut up’, pull her back. She eats my face repeatedly for the next 5 minutes or so while I‘m high-fiving the camera guy like:
‘You the man!’
‘No YOU the man!’
: )
----
I don’t consider the above FR my absolute pinnacle of game but some of the guys in this community have really showed me the value of dropping my EGO. For too long I was like, ‘Yeah, well I did x/y/z ridiculous thing in the past' or whatever….coasting on my past successes. I have not had a night like last night for TOO LONG now…approaching EVERY SET I wanted to. Not giving a shit. Toying with everyone and playing with the world.
THIS is where it is at.
Thanks guys, if it wasn’t for you my ego would be sitting at home with a subscription to youporn.com.
Floaty light, boys, floaty light.
:)
You boys inspire me sometimes. Seriously. I was sitting around at about 7pm, all set to chode out on the evening cos I had a bit of man-flu, when I logged into the RSD forum.
I see Flannery banging on about going up to girls telling them you’re hitting on girls and asking them if they’re friendly.
I see my boy Flower popping his rocks for the first time.
*DAMN*, what am I doing sitting here reading the computer? I am letting the side down. So I slapped myself in the face with a wet kipper, acknowledge this (‘Thanks, I probably needed that’), got suited and booted and ready to face the crowds.
Hit the bus stop. Old man. This is gonna be set number 1 - warm ups all the way. Great little convo, pure banter about how I want to be old so I can finally claim legitimacy to just want ‘a quiet night down the pub’. His bus comes after about 10 minutes, leave on a high point and a joke.
Maybe I should have # closed him.
Now where the fuck is my bus? See girl at bus stop, ask her.
This conversation with this girl leads into a 25 minute set, that continues onto the bus on the premise that ‘no-one is sociable on the bus anymore, they’re just a bunch of privacy-chodes’. By now I’m hitting state. She’s giving me - time to bust out the old-school lingo - DDB, toying with the pen in her hands, playing with her hair and reinitiating convo all the time when I vacuum.
Sample of conversation, for Terminator’s benefit:
10: You should quit your job as a croupier, if you aren’t enjoying it. You gotta have a dream, think BIG. What did you want to do when you were a kid?
HB: blablablabla
10: Awesome, cos this is like the start of the rest of your life. You’ve gotta step up and do something to challenge yourself. Quit your job. If you believe in Hollywood - as I choose to - you’ll land on your feet and probably start doing something amazing all of a sudden. You’ll be the new Thelma and Louise. You’ll be like Will Smith in ‘In Pursuit of Happyness’, only less black and manly (black guys up front turn round).
And this, this SPEECH, will be like the turning stone in the movie of your life. There’ll be string playing in the background. I’ll be played by Brad Pitt (pops collar). This will be the moment women melt and hearts soar. Can you…
<phone rings. It’s my wing>
…Well that’ll be the moment the record skips (make scratch noise).
She is LOVING me. Too bad she’s a 6. But hey, normally I wouldn’t even keep the convo rolling so far. Now I’m in state BEFORE hitting the bars.
Meet up with RoyalBlue and Potto.
I get challenged by RB to talk non-stop till we hit Bar 42 about ‘pillows’. I thought he said something else though, and roll into a 90 second rant about Greco-Roman PILLARS. And how they reflect the pillars of society in a purely metaphysical manner. Ahem.
In Bar 42, student girls galore. RB says, ‘pick a random subject, anything.’ I think he’s searching for an opener. I say, ‘cheese’. He laughs and is like, ‘NO!’ so 10Pin just hits the girl next to him and says,
‘Hey. You like cheese?’
She starts laughing and blowing up so hard that I swear lemonade could be coming out of her nose.
RB steps in, he can take the girl. I occupy her friends - who are trainee schoolteachers (‘what, the shit ones then?’) - with roleplays like:
‘If I was a naughty kid and it was time for SPELLING TEST, and I had a pencil in my ear and refused to remove it, what would you do?’
Etc etc
Later set, girl comes up:
‘Whats your name?’
‘Jenny’ (fuck me, I’m guessing here)
(shake hands, spin. I SWEAR this girl is ripe for the pull almost instantly. Some guys roll up behind us)
She pulls my tie. I pull her top down.
LAUGH LAUGH TITTER TITTER HEE HEE
She wants to see the ring on my thumb. I grab her, quite hard. ‘You better not be a thief’
Lalalalalala
This charade is continuing for about 5 minutes, and she is into me in a peculiarly big way.
‘So what are you doing tonight Jenny?’
‘I gotta sleep with my boyfriend.’ <points to one of the guys standing behind me. This guy is like WTF just happened????’ Half the guys in the bar are looking at me. Some jealous, some angry. This is kinda cool…>
----
The night continued in this vain. Stealing girls glasses. Ridiculous role-plays, including:
‘If you were Spanish what would your name be? I would be Chorizo’
‘What Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle would you be? <size her up> You could be a Leonardo. You look like you're good at handling big sticks. <high five>‘
‘You have PHENOMENAL breasts. Like hovercrafts’
-’Hey, do you think 10Pin should talk about himself more in the 3rd person?’
-‘Who is 10Pin?’
-‘Me. DUH.’
It was one of those nights, as I commented to Potto, where you have run so many sets and had so many GREAT interactions and FUN times that you can’t even remember half of them only 5 minutes after. There were too many interactions and funny shit to get into one FR…
Negs, takeaways, the claw - all instinctual and nothing pre-planned...
Water fights….random acts of nudity…stupid handshake kino games made up on the spot…getting blown out and laughing at the girls faces for their responses…pulling ghost-spaz faces behind girls until they turn round and notice…slamming girls up against the wall, girls who want to come to my house for a ‘house party’ (could there be a more open goal???)…
----
I said this to my man Potto this morning. Last night was the first night I truly felt like a REAL pua. I know, it might sound ridiculous given the bathroom and alleyway LR’s and other FR’s of glory I have posted…but last night, damn, something was going on.
-I approached EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SET I wanted to.
-No scripts, no routines.
-The CLAW. RB commented on my aggressive kino J
-Winging well, including occupying a mixed 5 set and being the absolute focal point of the entire groups attention while RB isolates his girl in the corner.
All in all, I got 3 pulls in the last club. Including a stunner right at the end when the lights came on (it was literally a:
-Grab
-’Hey, whats your name?’
‘Sweet’-BOOM
pull, of the best variety. She was a stunner too, like a 9 or something)
Pulled a hot frenchie repeatedly, in the glaze of a cameramans camera. She has a boyfriend. This photo is going in the student papers….oops. : ) We pulled a couple of times, then she was about to go, ‘No no, I have a boyfriend, I shouldn’t be doing this’…GRAB, say ‘Shut up’, pull her back. She eats my face repeatedly for the next 5 minutes or so while I‘m high-fiving the camera guy like:
‘You the man!’
‘No YOU the man!’
: )
----
I don’t consider the above FR my absolute pinnacle of game but some of the guys in this community have really showed me the value of dropping my EGO. For too long I was like, ‘Yeah, well I did x/y/z ridiculous thing in the past' or whatever….coasting on my past successes. I have not had a night like last night for TOO LONG now…approaching EVERY SET I wanted to. Not giving a shit. Toying with everyone and playing with the world.
THIS is where it is at.
Thanks guys, if it wasn’t for you my ego would be sitting at home with a subscription to youporn.com.
Floaty light, boys, floaty light.
:)