mASF post by "ox"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, May 5, 2005On 5/10/05 4:14:00 PM, GoneSavage wrote:
>I'm taking today to write up
>some recent events of the PUA
>Roadtrip Tour. I'll be
>heading to Atlanta for a week
>before making the trek north
>to Montreal for the Summit.
>Hopefully I will get to hang
>with the ATL lair.
>
>Anyway, this LR (from
>Saturday) concludes my
>adventure in Orlando.
>Hopefully I will have time to
>also write up another LR, an
>outing report (with Defixon),
>and some interesting FU/SPs
>from the past week. (**The
>computer lab at this community
>college is closing early, so
>these will still be delayed.)
>
>On with the story....
>
>Friday I went to Downtown
>Disney which is basically a
>shopping/dinning/entertainment
>complex right outside Disney
>World. It's free to park and
>walk around and window shop.
>There are clubs and concert
>venues and theaters and lots
>of people. Seems mostly like a
>tourist and teen hangout.
>
>I had met this particular HB
>from Ohio and we walked about
>and shared laughs. If making
>chicks laugh were the goal,
>I'd be on top of my game.
>Anyway, she was down here to
>see a guy friend and we
>eventually parted ways. But
>the socializing and connecting
>was fun.
>
>I went into the Virgin
>Megastore and did a couple
>approaches in this high-energy
>state. Like, "Oh my god, I
>can't believe they have this
>CD! This is the best CD
>ever!" While picking up a
>lame CD and bugging the target
>about why she doesn't have it
>or hasn't heard of it or
>whatever.
>
>After three of these
>approaches and no bites, I
>felt like a jack-ass. Decided
>to tone it down a bit.
>
>This red-headed cutie comes in
>and I watch where she goes.
>She's looking for a particular
>artist and I can see a tattoo
>above her ass as she sways
>down the isle.
>
>I walk up and stand next to
>her as she is picking up a CD.
>I pick up a different copy of
>the same CD and I look at it
>as if I am reading the track
>titles or something. She, of
>course, has noticed me in her
>proximity and sees that I
>picked up the same CD.
>
>I turn to face her and say,
>"Hey, I just thought you were
>cute, so I wanted to see what
>CD you picked out. You know,
>like to see if we had musical
>taste in common. I'm
>GoneSavage." I extend my hand
>for the introduction. She has
>to switch the CD to her other
>hand to shake mine, smiles,
>and she tells me her name.
>Same name as the other chick I
>had just been hanging with.
>Interesting.
>
>I say, "If you had picked out
>something really lame, I would
>probably just tease you. But
>this... this artist (Sarah
>Brightman) I have never heard
>of. Tell me about her."
>
>So she tells me about how she
>has seen her so many times,
>how she saw the performance
>that was recorded in Vegas for
>the live CD, how I should give
>it a listen, etc. I say,
>"Cool, lets go find one of
>those listening stations and
>I'll check it out." And I take
>the CD and look for a station
>to scan it into and she
>follows me.
>
>All the stations are occupied.
>I tell her to burn me a "super
>mega-mix" CD and she laughs
>and says OK. I ask her
>questions about where she
>works (actually in Disney
>World) and what she does and
>what she likes about it. One
>of her jobs is that she is a
>character -- Ariel, the Little
>Mermaid! She dresses as a
>mermaid and has her photo
>taken with visitors.
>She tells me that she is
>obsessed with this
>character/movie. I ask if
>that is what her tattoo is of
>as well. She says yes.
>
>(I'm thinking about anonymity
>in LR's. Like how we don't
>post the HB's names or details
>that would clue anyone into
>the specifics of the
>interaction. Hmm... I think
>I could leave out specific
>details, the story would be
>weak, and if she came across
>the community, she would still
>recognize a post about her.
>With that being said, I think
>I'll just email this to her.
>She can check it for
>accuracy.)
>
>Anyway, she tells me that she
>is waiting for friends to meet
>her at the theater next door.
>I ask about the movie they are
>going to watch. A guy calls
>her to let her now he is
>there. Since her call was
>brief, and she now has her
>phone out, I just tell her to
>type in my number. She does.
>I tell her to call it. "Right
>now?"
>
>"Sure, I need to make sure you
>typed it in right." My phone
>doesn't ring, and I say,
>"See..." And she suggests that
>it is because we are inside
>the store. We walk out, my
>phone rings, and I answer and
>chat (on the phone-while
>standing right next to her)
>like we are great friends.
>(Like, “Hey what’s up, where
>are you at?…”) She plays
>along.
>
>She says, "There're my
>friends." It is a guy and a
>girl. She makes no move to
>introduce me.
>
>HB: "So when are we going to
>hang out?"
>GS: "How about tomorrow?"
>HB: "Good, that's my day off!"
>GS: "How about we meet around
>lunch time, I have plans
>later."
>HB: "Well, I have to take my
>dog to the vet in the morning.
>But I'll call you around
>11:45."
>GS: "OK. Nice to meet you.
>Enjoy your movie. We'll have
>fun tomorrow..."
>
>(But you'll see that I wasn't
>congruent to anything above.
>I forgot she mentioned that
>she had a dog. I also gave up
>my night-game sarging to be
>with her. It was worth it.)
>
>Day 2
>
>She did not call at 11:45.
>BUT she DID call at 7:45PM. I
>didn't even bring it up. We
>had no solid plans so it
>wasn't like a flake. It was
>her idea to call me, whatever,
>no big deal either way. I
>wasn't needy or dependent on
>an outcome. Actually, I
>thought it was cool that she
>called at all. It's ON!
>
>I'm just casual like, "Oh hey,
>good to hear from you, how was
>your day?"
>
>I tell her that I am at this
>cool park. I walked the
>nature trail and saw
>alligators, tons of birds, and
>even an osprey swoop down and
>take a baby coot (its like a
>duck) off the water. (True.)
>So I am introducing themes of
>raw animalistic predation;
>kill or be killed. Hahaha…
>Maybe this is a DHV that would
>present me as observant,
>interested in nature,
>intelligent, etc etc. Then
>again, I was just relating my
>day.
>
>But I also deliberately
>mentioned the ball fields and
>the like six games that were
>going on and all the people
>that were there. So she
>wouldn't think I was
>deliberately luring her to an
>isolated area.
>I asked her if she had heard
>of the place. Nope. What's
>really interesting is that I
>tell her the road it is on and
>she's like, "I live off that
>road!" Quite a coincidence as
>this is a big city and this
>area is not that close to
>where she works. It’s ON!
>
>Of course I tease her for
>living near this park and
>having never checked it out.
>
>I invite her to come by and I
>remind her of all the people
>walking their dogs, etc. I ask
>her if she has a dog (silly of
>me because I did not remember
>her mentioning the vet
>visit—but she does not call me
>on it either) and I tell her
>to bring her dog along (I also
>then realized that I might
>have just complicated the
>logistics of closing.) But I
>wanted her to be comfortable
>to come here. She says okay.
>I look at this map I have (the
>reason I know about the park)
>and give her directions.
>
>When she shows up, I'm reading
>a book. I wait until she is
>out of the car with the dog,
>etc, before I close the book
>and greet her.
>
>I actually have to greet the
>dog first because it's yapping
>at me. It's a little
>Chihuahua. (Sorry hon, your
>dog is not as cute as I led
>you to believe.)
>
>I give her a hug and I tell
>her about the sunset she just
>missed. How beautiful it was.
>And how it lit up the city's
>one skyscraper in the
>distance. How all sunsets are
>unique and she missed a really
>great one. Etc. etc.
>
>I'm taking on this romantic
>frame, which some may find
>counterproductive to getting
>an ONS. But everything has
>been a "green light" so far
>and I still have to introduce
>the road trip and the fact
>that I am leaving in two days.
>
>I lead her on a walk and we
>talk about her dog and the
>wildlife (maybe a DHV of
>intelligence, but it didn't
>really capture her attention).
>
>She asks, "Do you always go up
>to random strangers and start
>talking to them?"
>
>I said, "Yes...I mean you have
>to remember that every friend
>you now have was once a
>stranger. And because you
>opened up and allowed them
>inside, you found ways that
>they could enhance or enrich
>your life. I used to be
>fiercely independent, but I
>realized that to meet people
>that you really could connect
>with, you had to step outside
>the comfortable and take
>chances and just start
>talking. Don't you agree?"
>
>She agreed. She asked about
>the book I was reading. I tell
>her it is about living in the
>moment and how the present
>moment is all we ever have.
>How we have to make NOW the
>focus of our lives. How we
>have to accept and embrace
>whatever is right in front of
>us.
>
>And I tell her about the road
>trip and that I was
>unsatisfied with where I was
>at and that I wanted to see
>and be and do more. So I hit
>the road. She seemed
>interested. I told her how the
>van is just a practical and
>comfortable way to allow me to
>be wherever. I was generally
>pretty light on the C&F, but I
>did say, "Play your cards
>right, and maybe I'll give you
>a tour."
>
>Then I said, "But I have to
>give you the trust test."
>(This is a small piece of TECH
>that I picked up on mASF
>lately.) If there is any
>objective truth to the trust
>test, she passed 100%. I
>said, wow perfect score I like
>that, and then I explained
>each step to her. Which meant
>we got to do it again.
>
>So we just keep playing with
>the dog and talking and
>Defixon calls. (Sorry we
>couldn't hang and you were
>house-ridden. Hope nothing is
>terminal with your car!) I
>take the call, tell him that I
>am hanging with my "new best
>friend" (she laughs), that I
>am stealing her dog, and I
>remind him that I am leaving
>soon, like maybe the next day.
>Mostly to reinforce that point
>with this girl. So it was a
>bit of social proof and
>allowed me to prove congruence
>to the road trip story.
>Thanks bro.
>
>So our walk was no more than
>an hour. I also teased her
>about her job and used that as
>callback humor. Like saying,
>"There you are in Fantasyland
>again.” Or when she called
>the lake/swamp/marsh a "mote"
>I was like, "Mote? Listen to
>you! You think you've got this
>fantastic castle surrounded by
>a mote and your own wizard who
>put a spell on Prince Charming
>for you!" She loved this
>stuff. Fun girl.
>
>I also teased her about the
>Ariel "shrine" that she
>described her apartment as
>being. With all this
>merchandise and memorabilia
>from The Little Mermaid. I
>mean she came to Orlando and
>became “the little mermaid”
>because of this obsession she
>has had since childhood.
>(Seems odd, but look at the
>obsessions in the community.)
>
>I asked her if her bed was in
>a big scallop shell and if
>there were pearls and treasure
>chests all around. This was
>funny and it led to talking
>about Fantasy Suites. Which
>are hotel chains in NV and CA
>where you can rent the Jungle
>Room and the Space Room and
>the Underwater Room and shit.
>
>When we got back to the cars,
>I just said, "I have to see
>this Ariel Shrine; I just hope
>you don't have the soundtrack
>playing continuously." She
>says, "Ok, follow me..."
>
>So, it's ON! I was
>intentionally holding off the
>kiss close. Relaxed and
>relished certainty. We
>connected some more at her
>house. She gave me the tour
>and I pilfered through the
>fridge and the cabinets.
>Concerning the obscene amount
>of mermaid stuff, I teased her
>on some items and complimented
>her on a couple. I got her to
>sing a song from the movie.
>("I'll do something really
>sweet and affectionate if you
>sing for me.") I got some
>more value points (like I
>needed them—It’s ON!) by
>knowing of this performance
>she was part of in North
>Carolina call The Last Colony.
>("No one ever knows what THAT
>is!") Another value point by
>suggesting that she go to
>Weeki Wachee Springs -- the
>last attraction with live
>underwater mermaid shows.
>("Yes, I love that place!")
>
>As we were sitting on the
>couch together, with her
>little dog, I told her to
>cover the dog's eyes. Why? I
>smiled and said, "Because the
>little fucker keeps looking at
>me. And I'm about to kiss
>you. This should be a private
>moment." Great kiss. Then I
>joked around about a threesome
>with this dog because it
>wouldn't leave us alone. Then
>I made out with the dog. Fun
>times.
>
>Also, I started with the
>"hijacked my brain" campaign.
>Saying things like: "You make
>me feel strange inside."
>"Don't look at me like that,
>it’s turning me on. Stop." "I
>feel like you've put a spell
>on me."
>
>GS: "You seem so real and
>genuine, what's your catch.
>What's your secret."
>HB: "No secret. What's yours?"
>GS: "I'm gay. I shouldn't be
>feeling this way for you."
>GS: laugh and kiss
>
>So, I'm trying to minimize the
>possibility of LMR as we are
>making out. She pushed my hand
>away from the golden zone
>once. I stopped myself more
>times than she stopped me. I
>almost took it too far.
>Really.
>
>I said, "we should stop" and
>she pulled me up and toward
>the door! OK. I made two
>steps toward the door, turned,
>grabbed her, held her face,
>and kissed her again.
>
>GS: "Do you believe in
>fairytale romance?"
>HB: shakes head yes
>GS: "Do you want that with
>me?"
>HB: shakes head yes
>GS:
>wall-slam-make-out-hand-down-p
>ants-session
>
>I led her to her bedroom, lit
>a candle, and put her in
>Fantasyland. Kept her there
>for hours.
>
>Kept thinking about having sex
>with an actual mermaid. You
>know, like, how do you get to
>it when there are no legs to
>spread? Does she lie there
>like a fish out of water or
>flip around a lot? Does she
>smell like fish?
>
>Love life.
>GoneSavage
>
>The next day we got together
>and made dinner and I got to
>do laundry and take a shower.
>Ahhhhh…. I’m starting to think
>that, in my road-trip-reality,
>sex is just another shit-test
>that I have to pass to get
>cleaned and fed….
SIMPLY UNBELIEVABLE. you fucking rock man. you are living proof that this game
is the shit. you are the ultimate pua. i mean the homeless shit and the sex
dont mix...in my socially condition brain...fuck that. mind blowing.
keep rolling,
ox
question: would you get that much laid if you had a good job and a house?
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