cwu46
11-25-2007, 01:59 AM
Can't figure out how to rename a thread so I'll just create a post for all my FR
Original Day 1 Thread: http://www.venusianarts.com/forum/showthread.php?t=6202
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2nd night out…focusing on A1 & A2
I have one of my best friends from college who I would like to get involved in the game as a wingman, because he’s a lot of fun…so I call him during the day to “tell him about the game” – honestly, he’s extremely skeptical, and not really into it, but because we haven’t seen each other for almost 6 months due to extremely busy schedules (even though we live less than 10 minutes away from each other), he agrees to come along for the ride
So, before we start gaming, we hang out for 2 hours, catch up, establish a good mood, and I explain to him the rules of the game…he’s extremely cynical (heck, I originally billed it as picking up some desert, so we’re out there in AFC gear…me, baggy $30 cargo pants from target…we look like a bunch of “eager beaver” yuppy posers fresh out of college barely making $50-80k / year…
Hit our first venue…it’s a sports bar with a pool hall…relatively low key, more for lounging around. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom so I can study my cheat sheet and overcome AA…he circles the venue.
It’s 9:30 pm when we get there, not much going on…not many people, and my friend is doubting…we pass by 2 sets, I’m trying to be cocky funny…having a great time, his attitude is getting to me, I feel like we’re going to start DLVing ourselves…
Get to the far corner, there’s a private party of about 15 people who are African American (I’m not trying to be racist here, but keep in mind, both my friend and I are Asians who are barely 5’10, but in this private party area, there’s a 5 set of pretty attractive women (if I was into African American girls, probably would be 8-10) and 10’ away is an 8 set of guys who all have biceps larger than my torso…
I stop my friend, tell him “@#$@#$” and open the set over my shoulder…
My target, a 9, I approach with the “take a picture” opener
ME Hi, could you do me a favor?
HB Uh, maybe…what do you need?
ME:
My friend and I are hanging out tonight, and we haven’t seen each other in months, I was wondering if you’d be kind enough to take a picture for us
HB Sure
ME: pull out my camera phone…I have the new Samsung SCH-i760 (http://reviews.cnet.com/smartphones/samsung-sch-i760-verizon/4505-6452_7-32177475.html) which in addition to giving me a DHV spike for being an extremely expensive phone, has the added benefit of being extremely complex so I can play games to neg my target
This is the new Samsung PDA phone, and the awesome thing about it is that with the new Windows Mobile 6.0 software, they’ve made it SOOOO easy to use that ANYONE can figure this out…so, just turn the phone sideways, press this button, and we take a picture
I demonstrate picture taking ability, but before I hand back the phone, I quickly press a button to turn off camera mode so she will not be able to take a picture
HB OK…smile
ME and WING CHEEEEEEEEEEESE
Now, she sits there fumbling with the camera, and can’t really get anything to work…by now, the others have taken notice, and are watching us trying to figure this out
ME Uh…what’s going on?
HB Hold on…
ME <I move into the set>
Is she always like this?
ME <To HB>
You’re fired…sorry
<I grab the camera and hand it to another of the girls in the set, probably an 8>
Can you help? I bet you’re the brains of the operations
HB No no no…let me try
<She comes in and tries to grab back my camera>
ME <grab her shoulders>
No, you’re fired…and now you’re being bad, for this, you need to go sit in the penalty box
<wink at friend>
HB What?
ME <move her 8’ over to a table and make her sit down…walk back towards my wing and her friend>
HB Uh….
<gets up and tries to come back>
ME <looks sternly her way>
Penalty box is the penalty box…you need to go back
<firmly put her back on her stool>
<walk back and say to her friend…I’ll label her HB2>
Ok, lets see what happened…
<fiddle with camera>
Oh, you’re friend must have set the camera in the wrong mode…jeez, is she always this spacy?
HB3 & 4
Friends
She’s just a bit drunk
HB <yells from her seat in the penalty box>
No I’m not
HB2 <laughs>
ME <while I’m showing her how to use the camera, I give her an IOI and try to play a jealousy plotline>
You’ve got a great accent, are you Jamaican
HB2 <smiles>
No, I’m from Senegal, and my friend is from Nigeria
ME <slaps my forhead>
Oops…looks like I missed that one…I probably need to go to the penalty box
HB2 <playful slap>
ME <hands camera back to HB2, and I switch modes again quickly
ME and WING CHEEEEEEESE
HB2 Hrm…
ME <kino escalate, put my arm around her shoulder>
Let me see
<press a few buttons>
Here, try again
<at this point, HB1 has gotten tired of sitting in the penalty box, and rejoins her friends…so I don’t play the camera trick…HB2 snaps a picture>
HB2 Here you go
ME <roll off and move towards HB1, at this point, the set is broken up and scattered so it’s just HB1 and a friend>
<to HB1 with a mischevious smile>
Your friend FIGURED this out…hrm…
HB1 <smiles, tilts head…that’s an IOI>
ME So, how do you know each other?
HB1 Blah blah blah blah…it’s some party…blah blah blah blah
ME <right before I move to lock in and reposition HB1, I glance over at my wing and notice that he’s kinda drifting off… also, the other black guys have gathered up and now there’s 10+ of them looking at me, and since I haven’t even started learning AMOG tactics…looking at my wing, I decide since he’s not exactly prepared for the game and I don’t want to be left alone with 10 AMOGS, it’s better for me to eject…also, it’s really no big loss, since I’m not that attracted to black girls…>
Hey, I gotta run, but I’ll see you in a bit
HB1 <grabs my arm, I push off>
In hindsight, if my wing was “trained” (which I hope I can sell him on the game soon), I could’ve brought him in to befriend the others while I locked into the 2 girls, but, hey, I’m still working on A1 / A2…need to memorize some DHV spiked stories and routines before start stacking into A3
At this point, we should have moved on to open another set 15 feet away, but my friend was laughing and shaking his head in disbelief at the stupid @#$@$ that came out of my mouth…(keep in mind, we’re both pretty academic people who graduated from top tier University, and we both lead fairly professional and sophisticated lives…e.g., I was just telling him how I gotten “bamboozeled” by a Nordstrom salesperson and ended up spending $2600 buying suits today in which he told me that to “really hang” I will need to spend $1200 on shoes…<sheesh>)…
At this point, we just circle the venue, and I point out sets and start getting him socially calibrated to the scene…since there really aren’t that many people there (probably about 4-5 sets total in the whole venue), we decide to bounce
2nd Venue
We go in, it’s a cheap crappy Irish pub…sausage fest…we walk around, I spot a 2 set that is MAYBE a 6 with beer goggles, and I don’t see any 10s around to use them as pawns…also, I’m really not one for Irish sports bars, so we bounce
3rd Venue: Hired Gun Round 2
Just my luck, here I am, on day 2 of cold pickup, and I end up in another set with a hired gun…I am hardly capable of delivering my opener in a natural way, don’t have any A3 stories / routines memorized…and I’m jumping straight into the fire…jeez
So we sit down and have order food (friend is hungry, we only got desert earlier)…for starters, we have several things working against us
We are now getting into the “Gold Coast” area of Chicago, so we’re surrounded by Doctors / Lawyers / Stockbrokers…average dress level is sport coat and there are some sophisticated looking lady types around (translation – potential gold diggers / female gamers), and I’m sitting there in cargo pants and a fleece that I should’ve washed 3-4 weeks ago
Waitress comes up, she’s a 7 at best, but she’s definitely a hired gun, and plays a hard cocky funny game…my wing is looking at her, but I look the other way and try to play unaffected…after taking our drink order, she stacks with a fake IOI; touches my arm and then as she walks away…whips her hair in my face…
Now, I’m thinking to myself…This is a hired gun, she does this for a living, you don’t have a clue about what you’re doing, and your wing is an AFC
WTF…I’ll give it a whirl and see what happens
HG <comes up to table and brings us our drinks>
ME <put my arm around her shoulder and neg hard>
Hey, what you just did was rude…you TREATED ME LIKE A PIECE OF SAUSAGE WITH LEGS…
HG Eh?
ME I’m not that kind of guy, I expect someone at a minimum to talk, if not do something funny to win me, before they can violate my personal space
<I push her away>
HG Oh? You better watch out before I stick a wet willie in your ear
<she comes closer and picks up her arm…I neg HARD>
ME LADY, I AM NOT GOING TO KISS YOU
<I turn back and start talking to my friend>
She’s steaming…walks away
About a few minutes later, she comes back
HG <Touches my arm, pouty distressed face>
OMG, my boyfriend just came over and yelled at me for flirting with customers, and gave me the finger and walked out
ME Uh…
<I’m shocked…thinking I actually did a bad thing…my wing has this “oh shit” look on his face – I pretend I didn’t hear anything and turn away>
WING Really?
Looking back, I would guess that she was throwing me a shit-test to try to provoke a reaction…by reacting and being taken aback, we blew the set…the next time she came to drop off our food, my wing asked if she was serious, and she laughed at us and claimed “victory” – then…she cooled off…
When she was picking up our food, I tried to come back with a cocky funny neg
ME You know, me and you just wouldn’t get along…
HG <CUTS ME OFF>
All I care about is the size of my tip
Ouch…
In hindsight, I probably should have countered her boyfriend shit-test as follows:
HG <Touches my arm, pouty distressed face>
OMG, my boyfriend just came over and yelled at me for flirting with customers, and gave me the finger and walked out
ME <ignore pouty face>
Give me your hands and I’ll read your fortune
<take hands, test for compliance…if I was socially calibrated and better able to read body language, I’d imagine that I’d be able to figure out that she was resisting either with a palms down hand or a lack of compliance, and I’d try to call her out>
<sit for 30 seconds, hummmm out loud>
My ESP tells me that I eat girls like you for breakfast…you need a guy who will buy you flowers and be really nice to you…
<Point to Low Value guy hunched over bar with drink>
That guy over there looks perfect for you…go to him
<push her away…if she turns back, which I would gamble that she would, stack to the next routine>
So, here’s my ideas / questions for the forum
1. Did I correctly identify a shit-test from the hired gun (e.g., a real IOI), and what are thoughts on my counter
2. Any better suggestions on how to handle this?
Original Day 1 Thread: http://www.venusianarts.com/forum/showthread.php?t=6202
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2nd night out…focusing on A1 & A2
I have one of my best friends from college who I would like to get involved in the game as a wingman, because he’s a lot of fun…so I call him during the day to “tell him about the game” – honestly, he’s extremely skeptical, and not really into it, but because we haven’t seen each other for almost 6 months due to extremely busy schedules (even though we live less than 10 minutes away from each other), he agrees to come along for the ride
So, before we start gaming, we hang out for 2 hours, catch up, establish a good mood, and I explain to him the rules of the game…he’s extremely cynical (heck, I originally billed it as picking up some desert, so we’re out there in AFC gear…me, baggy $30 cargo pants from target…we look like a bunch of “eager beaver” yuppy posers fresh out of college barely making $50-80k / year…
Hit our first venue…it’s a sports bar with a pool hall…relatively low key, more for lounging around. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom so I can study my cheat sheet and overcome AA…he circles the venue.
It’s 9:30 pm when we get there, not much going on…not many people, and my friend is doubting…we pass by 2 sets, I’m trying to be cocky funny…having a great time, his attitude is getting to me, I feel like we’re going to start DLVing ourselves…
Get to the far corner, there’s a private party of about 15 people who are African American (I’m not trying to be racist here, but keep in mind, both my friend and I are Asians who are barely 5’10, but in this private party area, there’s a 5 set of pretty attractive women (if I was into African American girls, probably would be 8-10) and 10’ away is an 8 set of guys who all have biceps larger than my torso…
I stop my friend, tell him “@#$@#$” and open the set over my shoulder…
My target, a 9, I approach with the “take a picture” opener
ME Hi, could you do me a favor?
HB Uh, maybe…what do you need?
ME:
My friend and I are hanging out tonight, and we haven’t seen each other in months, I was wondering if you’d be kind enough to take a picture for us
HB Sure
ME: pull out my camera phone…I have the new Samsung SCH-i760 (http://reviews.cnet.com/smartphones/samsung-sch-i760-verizon/4505-6452_7-32177475.html) which in addition to giving me a DHV spike for being an extremely expensive phone, has the added benefit of being extremely complex so I can play games to neg my target
This is the new Samsung PDA phone, and the awesome thing about it is that with the new Windows Mobile 6.0 software, they’ve made it SOOOO easy to use that ANYONE can figure this out…so, just turn the phone sideways, press this button, and we take a picture
I demonstrate picture taking ability, but before I hand back the phone, I quickly press a button to turn off camera mode so she will not be able to take a picture
HB OK…smile
ME and WING CHEEEEEEEEEEESE
Now, she sits there fumbling with the camera, and can’t really get anything to work…by now, the others have taken notice, and are watching us trying to figure this out
ME Uh…what’s going on?
HB Hold on…
ME <I move into the set>
Is she always like this?
ME <To HB>
You’re fired…sorry
<I grab the camera and hand it to another of the girls in the set, probably an 8>
Can you help? I bet you’re the brains of the operations
HB No no no…let me try
<She comes in and tries to grab back my camera>
ME <grab her shoulders>
No, you’re fired…and now you’re being bad, for this, you need to go sit in the penalty box
<wink at friend>
HB What?
ME <move her 8’ over to a table and make her sit down…walk back towards my wing and her friend>
HB Uh….
<gets up and tries to come back>
ME <looks sternly her way>
Penalty box is the penalty box…you need to go back
<firmly put her back on her stool>
<walk back and say to her friend…I’ll label her HB2>
Ok, lets see what happened…
<fiddle with camera>
Oh, you’re friend must have set the camera in the wrong mode…jeez, is she always this spacy?
HB3 & 4
Friends
She’s just a bit drunk
HB <yells from her seat in the penalty box>
No I’m not
HB2 <laughs>
ME <while I’m showing her how to use the camera, I give her an IOI and try to play a jealousy plotline>
You’ve got a great accent, are you Jamaican
HB2 <smiles>
No, I’m from Senegal, and my friend is from Nigeria
ME <slaps my forhead>
Oops…looks like I missed that one…I probably need to go to the penalty box
HB2 <playful slap>
ME <hands camera back to HB2, and I switch modes again quickly
ME and WING CHEEEEEEESE
HB2 Hrm…
ME <kino escalate, put my arm around her shoulder>
Let me see
<press a few buttons>
Here, try again
<at this point, HB1 has gotten tired of sitting in the penalty box, and rejoins her friends…so I don’t play the camera trick…HB2 snaps a picture>
HB2 Here you go
ME <roll off and move towards HB1, at this point, the set is broken up and scattered so it’s just HB1 and a friend>
<to HB1 with a mischevious smile>
Your friend FIGURED this out…hrm…
HB1 <smiles, tilts head…that’s an IOI>
ME So, how do you know each other?
HB1 Blah blah blah blah…it’s some party…blah blah blah blah
ME <right before I move to lock in and reposition HB1, I glance over at my wing and notice that he’s kinda drifting off… also, the other black guys have gathered up and now there’s 10+ of them looking at me, and since I haven’t even started learning AMOG tactics…looking at my wing, I decide since he’s not exactly prepared for the game and I don’t want to be left alone with 10 AMOGS, it’s better for me to eject…also, it’s really no big loss, since I’m not that attracted to black girls…>
Hey, I gotta run, but I’ll see you in a bit
HB1 <grabs my arm, I push off>
In hindsight, if my wing was “trained” (which I hope I can sell him on the game soon), I could’ve brought him in to befriend the others while I locked into the 2 girls, but, hey, I’m still working on A1 / A2…need to memorize some DHV spiked stories and routines before start stacking into A3
At this point, we should have moved on to open another set 15 feet away, but my friend was laughing and shaking his head in disbelief at the stupid @#$@$ that came out of my mouth…(keep in mind, we’re both pretty academic people who graduated from top tier University, and we both lead fairly professional and sophisticated lives…e.g., I was just telling him how I gotten “bamboozeled” by a Nordstrom salesperson and ended up spending $2600 buying suits today in which he told me that to “really hang” I will need to spend $1200 on shoes…<sheesh>)…
At this point, we just circle the venue, and I point out sets and start getting him socially calibrated to the scene…since there really aren’t that many people there (probably about 4-5 sets total in the whole venue), we decide to bounce
2nd Venue
We go in, it’s a cheap crappy Irish pub…sausage fest…we walk around, I spot a 2 set that is MAYBE a 6 with beer goggles, and I don’t see any 10s around to use them as pawns…also, I’m really not one for Irish sports bars, so we bounce
3rd Venue: Hired Gun Round 2
Just my luck, here I am, on day 2 of cold pickup, and I end up in another set with a hired gun…I am hardly capable of delivering my opener in a natural way, don’t have any A3 stories / routines memorized…and I’m jumping straight into the fire…jeez
So we sit down and have order food (friend is hungry, we only got desert earlier)…for starters, we have several things working against us
We are now getting into the “Gold Coast” area of Chicago, so we’re surrounded by Doctors / Lawyers / Stockbrokers…average dress level is sport coat and there are some sophisticated looking lady types around (translation – potential gold diggers / female gamers), and I’m sitting there in cargo pants and a fleece that I should’ve washed 3-4 weeks ago
Waitress comes up, she’s a 7 at best, but she’s definitely a hired gun, and plays a hard cocky funny game…my wing is looking at her, but I look the other way and try to play unaffected…after taking our drink order, she stacks with a fake IOI; touches my arm and then as she walks away…whips her hair in my face…
Now, I’m thinking to myself…This is a hired gun, she does this for a living, you don’t have a clue about what you’re doing, and your wing is an AFC
WTF…I’ll give it a whirl and see what happens
HG <comes up to table and brings us our drinks>
ME <put my arm around her shoulder and neg hard>
Hey, what you just did was rude…you TREATED ME LIKE A PIECE OF SAUSAGE WITH LEGS…
HG Eh?
ME I’m not that kind of guy, I expect someone at a minimum to talk, if not do something funny to win me, before they can violate my personal space
<I push her away>
HG Oh? You better watch out before I stick a wet willie in your ear
<she comes closer and picks up her arm…I neg HARD>
ME LADY, I AM NOT GOING TO KISS YOU
<I turn back and start talking to my friend>
She’s steaming…walks away
About a few minutes later, she comes back
HG <Touches my arm, pouty distressed face>
OMG, my boyfriend just came over and yelled at me for flirting with customers, and gave me the finger and walked out
ME Uh…
<I’m shocked…thinking I actually did a bad thing…my wing has this “oh shit” look on his face – I pretend I didn’t hear anything and turn away>
WING Really?
Looking back, I would guess that she was throwing me a shit-test to try to provoke a reaction…by reacting and being taken aback, we blew the set…the next time she came to drop off our food, my wing asked if she was serious, and she laughed at us and claimed “victory” – then…she cooled off…
When she was picking up our food, I tried to come back with a cocky funny neg
ME You know, me and you just wouldn’t get along…
HG <CUTS ME OFF>
All I care about is the size of my tip
Ouch…
In hindsight, I probably should have countered her boyfriend shit-test as follows:
HG <Touches my arm, pouty distressed face>
OMG, my boyfriend just came over and yelled at me for flirting with customers, and gave me the finger and walked out
ME <ignore pouty face>
Give me your hands and I’ll read your fortune
<take hands, test for compliance…if I was socially calibrated and better able to read body language, I’d imagine that I’d be able to figure out that she was resisting either with a palms down hand or a lack of compliance, and I’d try to call her out>
<sit for 30 seconds, hummmm out loud>
My ESP tells me that I eat girls like you for breakfast…you need a guy who will buy you flowers and be really nice to you…
<Point to Low Value guy hunched over bar with drink>
That guy over there looks perfect for you…go to him
<push her away…if she turns back, which I would gamble that she would, stack to the next routine>
So, here’s my ideas / questions for the forum
1. Did I correctly identify a shit-test from the hired gun (e.g., a real IOI), and what are thoughts on my counter
2. Any better suggestions on how to handle this?