It’s 4am and what an interesting night of bums, amogs and pulling drunken girls to my hotel.
I started the night freezing my ass off waiting in line to get into this Wednesday night spot. There’s a group of about 6 guys and 2 girls in front of me and I could tell by the vibe that the girls had just met the guys in line. Along came this bum who I swear that some TIGHT game. He took the girls attention completely away from these guys. He stole the set!
He had a funny opener
He did some cold reading
He told a vulnerability story
He bantered
Said out loud to the crowd “This girl is hitting on me.”
Said out loud to the crowd “This girl’s my new girlfriend.”
Ignored, ignored, and ignored some more the hostile Amog trying to make fun of him
It was classic game… and he’s too f’ing broke to have been able to afford any kind of bootcamp. Must have been developed through trial and error. I was smiling the whole time. I swear this guy could have pulled digits if he would have asked for them. Game is game.
(I’m going to use the girl’s real names because they’re said in the video.)
After the bum left I get opened by one of the girls (Kate) who asks me if I was there alone. Then a little later her friend (Christine) asks me the same thing. What, is it weird for a guy to be out in Toronto on a Wednesday night alone? Well no! I’m a motha fuckin’ PUA bitches.
I CONTINUE to wait in line freezing my ass of for what seemed like forever and I start talking to Christine about piercings and how it’s interesting that so many women in Toronto have nose piercings. (A take off CJ’s Low Investment Opener.) She goes on to tell me that she has several piercings, she had her nipples pierced at one point but took them out, I told her that my ex-girlfriend had her nipples and clit pierced, then she tells me that she would never get her clit pierced. I’ve been talking to this girl for less than 5 minutes and we’re talking about nipple and clit piercings and the sensations they produce. I’m thinking to myself that this has potential. I build rapport a little, we get to the front of the line, the bouncer asks how many are in my party, and I tell him 3… the 2 girls and me.
We go in, I separate from them for a while like I usually do, and hook up them later. Kate is plastered. Christine wants to smoke so we move to the patio and I continue to build rapport, runs some “keeping secrets” material, and do Strawberry Fields on her. She picked 50 strawberries and no farmer. Hello! I can work off that.
One of my favorite songs comes on, “Love In This Club” by Usher and I run some slow dance floor game. Lots of kino on the hips and back and by holding hands, some pelvis-to-pelvis action, and some cheek-to-cheek action. I can tell she’s comfortable with my touch.
We go find Kate and she’s on the smoking patio with her legs wrapped around this guy making out. He’s also rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Remember that she’s plastered. Christine sees this and immediately cock blocks. I thought about getting this dude to help pull both girls to my hotel, but Christine’s not having it. She doesn’t like this guy and thinks he’s sleazy for some reason.
I suggest they come to my hotel to sober up. Christine suggests the plan to Kate and Kate starts on a rant LOUDLY about how she doesn’t know me, how I seem like a nice guy but she doesn’t trust me, how I could be a serial killer, she doesn’t feel comfortable, etc., etc. I was thinking, “Bitch your drunk ass just got your pussy rubbed in public by a sleaze-ball and you’re worrying about me?” I resorted to using some dominance by saying “I’m staying at a fucking public hotel. They’ve got my name, my address and my fucking credit card. Would I be that stupid?”
She continues with her rant and I say “Fine, we’ll all hang out in the lobby then. But you’re not going home in this condition.” I don’t know why, but something snapped in this girl and she did a complete 180 telling my “I trust you. It’s ok. We’ll go with you to your hotel room.” I was dominant but gave up on pushing the bounce to the hotel room. Christine said that most guys don’t stand up to her and the fact that I did made the difference.
The club closes and we decide to bounce to my hotel. Drunk girls in clubs are to guys what chum is to sharks. On the way out I had to laterally grab this girl by the hand and pull her out of the club so she wouldn’t talk to all the chodes trying to snag the last piece of ass left. Even outside I had to hurry this chick up while she ordered a hot dog so she wouldn’t get caught up talking to the dude she had her legs wrapped around earlier.
We finally start the walk to my hotel, we get there, we get in the elevator on the way up, and she starts with her rant again. Same fucking bullshit! Blah, blah, blah, uncomfortable, blah. I’m thinking “Stupid drunk bitch. Make up your damn mind.” I say fine, the door opens to my floor, it closes, and down we go so I can walk them out.
I’ve been reading “The Adventures of Brad P.” and he talks quite a bit about how a pull can get derailed at any time. Most guys would think that when 2 girls are in the elevator of your hotel and the doors open to your floor that the rest is in the bag. Not so my friend.
But I’m kind of proud of the fact that I had another pull the very next night after my latest Same Night Lay, even if I didn’t get laid this time. Hell, it could have been a threesome. I’ll never know.