mASF post by "PlayboyNZ"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, July 7, 2005On 7/30/05 4:18:00 PM, GoneSavage wrote:
>Part I
>
>Wed July 27, 2005. I
>attempted my first
>“elimi-date” style meet. I
>invited two girls to meet me
>at the same place at the same
>time. Two girls who don’t
>know each other. Two girls
>who are not expecting to
>rendezvous within an
>entourage. (How’s that for
>French appreciation.)
>
>It happened by accident.
>Tuesday I call up one of the
>girls and she answers. I say,
>“Maybe I’m mistaken, but
>weren’t you supposed to meet
>me today at 5:30?” No, we’re
>meeting tomorrow. “Uh…you’re
>sure.” Positive.
>
>Fuck. My mistake. I’m
>double-booked. I sent
>identical emails and forgot to
>change the day of the meet.
>Two girls on Wednesday; same
>time same place. Let’s see
>what happens….
>
>So, I’m committed to doing
>this. Could be fun. Could go
>sour. I’m so excited by the
>possibility of a dramatic
>crash-n-learn that I actually,
>early Wednesday, send out
>invites to THREE MORE women
>that I am pursuing. Just for
>fun. So potentially I could
>have had FIVE girls show.
>What was I thinking?
>
>I was fairly certain that the
>two solid girls would show.
>And they did. But no others.
>
>The players:
>
>HBnurse—age 26, 5’9, cute
>brunette, Leo, best quality:
>“good listener”
>HBgraphicartist—age 23, 5’5
>stunning brunette, Capricorn,
>best quality: “empathy”
>GoneSavage—international man
>of leisure, freelance flirt,
>and continental drifter
>
>The first meet:
>
>Every Sunday there's a
>spontaneous festival in Park
>Jeanne Mance, at the base of
>Mont Royal. It's called
>Tam-Tams, which is the
>Quebecois word for bongos. All
>the hippies and hipsters and
>twenty-something work-a-day
>folks come out the park and
>play drums and dance and get
>high. It’s a fun event with
>people sunning and throwing
>Frisbees and just mixing and
>mingling.
>
>Both girls were met here on
>July 24th. In fact, I contact
>closed five girls that day.
>What seemed to be the most
>solid close (we were making
>out in the park)—this girl
>next’ed herself. The two
>girls that are set to meet
>were the next two most
>seemingly solid closes. The
>other two closes were made
>without gaining much rapport
>at the park, but I’ve got them
>all to email me at least once.
>We’ll see.
>
>HBnurse was with a friend,
>both lying on a blanket. I
>plop myself right between
>them, deliver my signature
>opener, and go into Montreal
>stories. I talk about being
>there for this seminar on
>interpersonal philosophy and,
>since I drove, I’m able to
>hang around and check out
>Tam-Tams and the city sights.
>Then I showed her a
>visualization exercise known
>as The Cube and she says that
>she has done it before with
>her sister. She says her
>sister is studying psychology
>and that she should introduce
>us. I ask if her sister is as
>cute as her and she says
>“almost.” She says that I am
>probably closer to the age of
>her sister than her, another
>reason I should meet sis. I
>volunteer my age first and,
>haha, I’m the same age as her,
>whereas her sister is 21. At
>any rate, she’s more relaxed
>now. She has a guy friend show
>up and I talk to him a bit
>about the US, where he goes
>often for work. The other
>girl just keeps reading a
>book. I have my girl make a
>list of her favorite museums,
>parks, restaurants and bars,
>write down her contact info
>and I tell her that I will be
>in touch and we will explore
>the city. I talked to her for
>about twenty minutes tops.
>
>HBgraphicartist was in the
>park solo reading a book.
>After I opened her and asked
>about the book, I told a
>couple stories of my time
>there so far and showed her
>The Cube. Fun girl, very
>smart. The interaction was
>similar to that with HBnurse,
>except I think I had this girl
>teaching me more French. Plus
>she was sitting in the shade,
>and I kept getting bitten by
>mosquitoes, so I moved her a
>few meters into the sunshine.
>At the time, she was dressed
>“down” very casually and I had
>not realized upon the first
>meet that she was quite so
>attractive. After I got her
>contact info, I had her stand
>up and spin so I could check
>her out and we hugged before I
>left. Twenty-five minutes
>contact, tops.
>
>The good news is that both are
>professional women; creative,
>intelligent and truly
>bilingual—so none of this
>francophone miscommunication
>that I keep running into.
>
>The Emails:
>
>I sent them both the same
>email, as noted before. It is
>four sentences long. The
>structure is this:
>1) Compliment/warm read.
>(Good to meet you, you seem
>x…)
>2) Strong SOI. (I offer you
>respect, adoration,
>stimulating conversation, etc)
>3) Time constraint. (My time
>here is limited, but we should
>make an effort…)
>4) Call to action. (I’m going
>to be at x place at x time,
>hope to see you there)
>
>In the email to HBnurse, I
>mentioned something about the
>sister she said I should meet.
>Couldn’t resist.
>
>So from there, it is a matter
>of agreeing on a time and
>place and perhaps addressing
>any concerns she would have
>about meeting. In this case,
>as noted above, I accidentally
>booked them both on the same
>day: 5:30 at the fountain in
>front of the Place-des-Arts.
>(Plus I had another date that
>evening lined up at 8PM—I’ll
>get to that issue in a
>minute.)
>
>HBgraphicartist:
>
>“Hey guy from Georgia. You're
>fast.... not loosing time, eh?
>;) Well it's exactly what I
>was going to propose
>you...museums are free on
>Wednesdays and I’m never going
>enough so... if you want to
>eat before I know the cheapest
>place in town, it's good and a
>kind-of exotic tiny hidden
>place.”
>
>HBnurse:
>
>I would like to accept your
>invitation. I do, however,
>work during the weekdays.
>Luckily, the MMFA is open
>until 9pm Wednesdays and I
>finish work by 5ish. Of
>course, I have decided that I
>don't want to introduce you to
>my sister, but would rather
>keep you to myself. I think I
>am deserving, mais non? Did
>you have fun last night?”
>
>The Day2 meet with both women:
>
>I show up about ten minutes
>late, expecting the women to
>be standing next to each other
>or something. I’m imagining
>this awkward pause where I
>have to decide whom to greet
>first. Or calling them both
>to me and the surprise they
>would each have when someone
>else came to me. Or like all
>five actually showing. Maybe
>next time.
>
>It’s been raining all day. I
>see HBgraphicartist
>immediately. I scan to see if
>I recognize anyone else.
>Nope. I feel kind of
>relieved. Wow, she looks damn
>good. She’s got on this nice
>black shirt and her hair is
>done-up and she has the
>slightest bit of makeup around
>her eyes. She sees me too and
>smiles. I close my umbrella
>and give her a hug.
>
>She reminds me that we should
>eat. “Oh yeah…you’re supposed
>to take me to this local
>exotic out-of-the-way place
>that you love. Let’s go.” So
>it’s already like 5:45 and
>we’re crossing the street and
>here comes HBnurse, straight
>at me. Wow, she looks damn
>good. She’s wearing this
>sophisticated tight blazer,
>her hair is nice, and she has
>on heels. Very attractive
>girl. I give her a hug and
>tell her that “We have company
>today. I’m double-booked.”
>
>The expression on her face
>when I pointed to the other
>woman was priceless.
>
>I introduce them and they seem
>amicable. You know, at first.
>
>GoneSavage: “So, we’re about
>to get something to eat. Have
>you eaten?”
>HBnurse: “I’m not hungry. I
>thought we were going to the
>museum.”
>GoneSavage: “We will in a
>minute. She wants to show us
>this cool restaurant.”
>HBnurse: “Fine. I’ll watch you
>guys eat.”
>HBgraphicartist: “It’s this
>affordable place with great
>food. I love to go there and
>get a sandwich and sit in the
>park. It’s so nice.”
>GoneSavage: “Well, it is wet
>and rainy. How about we get
>sandwiches and eat on the walk
>back to the museum. Cool?”
>HBgraphicartist: “Yeah sure.”
>GoneSavage: “Cool. Let’s
>roll…”
>HBnurse: “So…HB…what do you
>do?”
>
>Let the games begin! This was
>really fun. Personally I
>didn’t want them qualifying
>each other. My plan was to
>qualify them both, implicitly
>let them know this, and leave
>both open to be closed on
>Day3. This would involve
>careful calibration, throwing
>mixed signals, and leaving
>things artfully ambiguous.
>
>I have to give HBgraphicartist
>credit for being really chill
>and just going with the flow.
>HBnurse was feistier and I
>complimented her on her
>“delightfully sassy nature.”
>I also complimented her attire
>and sense of style. I
>complimented HBgraphiccartist
>for knowing the cool spots in
>the city and leading us to new
>places. Called her the
>sexiest tour guide I could
>have asked for. The other
>girl laughed.
>
>I’m trying to tell stories of
>stuff I had seen or done in
>Montreal to keep them both
>engaged with me and not each
>other. I try to walk between
>them both, but that is not
>always a constant. More
>likely I am walking with one
>and the other falls a little
>behind or walks a little
>ahead.
>
>The restaurant is in
>Chinatown. We get to the
>friendship arch and I talk
>about the other friendship
>arches that I have seen
>including the one in Philly,
>which is the first built
>outside of China. Of course,
>HBnurse has a story about
>Philly. I say, I have to get
>a picture of you both.
>
>HBnurse: “No way, I’m not
>photogenic. I’ll take a
>picture of you two.”
>
>This was actually a good idea
>because it was the first
>chance I had to talk to them
>with a little bit of
>isolation, and with a little
>bit of kino. So I’m beside
>HBgraphicartist in front of
>the arch while the other girl
>takes the picture. “I really
>thought you were meeting me
>yesterday. This is all your
>fault.” Of course I say this
>jokingly, but she apologizes
>anyway. “But I like how you
>are so calm and composed.” We
>smile.
>
>Switch. I’ve got my arm
>around HBnurse now and the
>other girl frames the shot.
>“She was supposed to meet me
>yesterday. It’s entirely my
>fault. But I like how you
>don’t let her phase you.”
>We smile.
>
>We get to her favorite
>restaurant and it’s this
>little shop that sells
>mincemeat sandwiches. We’re
>looking at the pictures. They
>all look like crap. HBnurse
>tells us she is vegetarian. I
>tell HBnurse to order me the
>chicken one, same as her. At
>the register, I say, “You got
>me right.” HBgraphicartist
>rolls her eyes, but buys my
>sandwich. For whatever
>reason, I winked at HBnurse,
>like, haha, I got her to pay,
>or some silly shit.
>
>So we walk back.
>HBgraphicartist is ahead of us
>munching on the sandwich that
>she loves so much. She asks
>how I like it, “It’s certainly
>different…interesting.” I
>think it tastes horrible.
>HBnurse and I have our little
>secret when I tell her the
>sandwich tastes like pickled
>squid and fermented olives.
>It’s like she’s one-uped just
>because she didn’t get me a
>shitty sandwich. Good times.
>
>The Contemporary Art Museum:
>
>I worked the museum like this.
>Basically we all three
>wandered separately. Although
>I’m aware that they both stay
>aware of where I am always. I
>would cycle between them to
>talk about the art, tell
>stories, and ask fun
>qualifying type questions.
>Most of the exhibits were
>absurdly laughable. Oh well.
>
>My anxiety level was a little
>higher than normal and I
>couldn’t even think of good
>questions. I would not ask
>both girls the same question,
>except the ‘best quality’ one.
>I just like the feeling of
>having fresh convo with each
>woman. And if one wandered
>into my conversation with the
>other, it wouldn’t have this
>set-question interview feel.
>
>The “qualifying” questions:
>
>What’s your best quality or
>trait?
>If you could go anywhere, and
>money is not an issue, where
>would you go?
>If you could gain one skill
>without training or risk of
>failure, what skill would you
>pick?
>What animal do you most relate
>to?
>What’s your greatest passion
>in life?
>What’s your favorite book,
>movie, type of music?
>
>That was really it. Just had
>fun like normal situations
>with playful teasing and
>reflexive answers. Casually
>bounced back and forth.
>Talked about some of my own
>art projects and some projects
>I have seen elsewhere. Didn’t
>dwell on the fact that I was
>with two independent women or
>ever insist that we had to
>stick together or anything
>like that.
>
>“Where’s whats-her-face?”
>HBnurse said at one point.
>After I had been beside her a
>couple minutes with my arm
>around her waist. She would
>really lighten up when she got
>1:1 attention.
>
>But of course, HBgraphicartist
>invited me to see this
>interactive exhibit. It s a
>silly tiny room that you go in
>and close the door and a
>chandelier lights up and music
>plays. We danced for a second
>and I kissed her in here.
>Just a quick kiss on the lips,
>nothing passionate.
>
>So that was it. We’d seen it
>all. HBnurse calls it a day.
>
>HBnurse: “I’m starving. I’m
>going to go eat.”
>GoneSavage: “I have a sandwich
>for you…just kidding. Okay,
>you’re turn to lead. Which
>way to your favorite
>vegetarian restaurant?”
>HBnurse: “Actually I’m going
>to get on the Metro and go
>home.”
>GoneSavage: “Well, thanks for
>coming out with me. Give me a
>hug.” I pull her near and
>whisper, “I’m sorry if this
>was awkward for you, but I
>know we’ll be in touch.”
>
>Stay tuned. To be cum-tinued….
>Bon moment. Aime la vie.
>GoneSavage
Gone savage,
Love the way you handle situations. well done with the 2 hb's above.
Considering what a wonderful pua you are, i had some questions for you.
do you seek to build rapport trust and comfort with the chicks you lay? and how
do you know that it is not going to ljbf land. I am totally confused with how
and to what levels rapport one should built with chicks.
. i'm copying and pasting this from another post and pls tell me if YOU too
work like this, or not?...
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RAPPORT
Never seek rapport. When she seeks rapport, give her a little bit, but never
enough to satisfy her. Then return to attraction.
Do not try to build trust, comfort and feeling of safety. Don't try to be kind
and considerate. Don't try to be her friend.
Avoid rapport that is feminine, friendly, careful, considerate or insecure.
RAPPORT - CLOSING
Create an innocent reason why you should go together to her or your place. Then
take charge and make it happen.
If conversation dies, look her in the eyes and say nothing.
Smell her neck slowly from shoulder to hair line. "Mmmmm!" Do it again while
gradually making it more like kissing and biting. Continue up and nibble her
earlobe gently and continue along her chin towards her mouth. Pull back before
you reach her mouth. Then grab her head and kiss her cave man style. Pull back
again etc. Continue taking steps forwards and backwards until she is ready for
sex.
Let your sexual state affect everything you do. Show her you got problems
concentrating. Make it obvious what you think about.
Be the man in bed.
Now how true does this relate to your pu style. this is ijjji's method and i'd
love to hear your views of this as you, ox and a few others are the only ones i
adore here,
Best regards
...aphrodisiac
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