Tonight was the first night I (half-)pulled since I restarted my cold-approach pickup career this year. It was a hell of a night. Let me begin.
I start off hitting up this shisha venue with my good old high school friend, his younger brother and his brother’s friend group. I use this as an opportunity to get loose since I had just spent most of my day cooking for my family, and coding for work – I was very technical and stuck in my head. At 11 we head to the club.
We walk in and its pretty dead. Since my friend knew the manager, we get a table. My friend and I agree to split a bottle (a requirement to have the table) – basically agreeing to be the providers for the first part of the night. Note: never buy a bottle because you want to show it off to girls – only buy it because you genuinely want to give to others and because you enjoy it. Over time more and more people come in. There’s this table of girls with a few guys across from us. At first, I am too nervous to go up and say hi – I saw a bunch of other guys approach and get blown out. At some point I say “fuck it” and I grab my bottle (to show that I am not trying to leech off of them) and say “hey table neighbors!” The girls respond very coldly, but the guys love me. The only girl that bothered talking to me was the only Asian chick in the club – while that is one of my main types, she was somewhat below my standards and too cold to make up for that difference.
After that failure, I high-five the guys and head back to my table where I dance and vibe with my friends. My good friend’s little brother pulled a bunch of girls to the table like a baller (our guy to girl ratio before then was pretty bad). And then at some point, my friend stops this one girl and asks her if she wants to chill with us at the table. All of a sudden the guy she was with pops up and so my friend starts talking to him (have to win over the friends). Since the girl was unoccupied I roll up with the bottle and pour her a drink. She instantly hooked. I grab her hand and put it around my shoulder. She complies… but then she looks at the guy she was with and backs away. Noticing this I ask her what the relationship is between her and him, and she says their friends… phew… somewhat. So us three – Mary (the girl), her friend, and I – vibe for a bit. Since Mary was giving my IOIs (like holding my hand) I take her to the dance floor. At first, things started getting heated. Then she backs away. I look behind me and her friend is rolling up. After some time dancing with both of them, I lead them back to the table and pour them a shot directly into their mouths. To a large extent, I am trying to win over the friend since his approval is important for the pull. I do this by vibing with him as opposed to AMOGing him. Mary keeps on being physical with me – very low-key though so she does not feel judged by her friend – and so I grab both of them and say “let’s find you a girl.” He tells me he’s gay (later he says he’s bi). Then I follow up with “Any guys you’re eyeing?” He says that none of them are his type. I start getting mildly aggravated but calm myself down. So I go up to him and say “Hey, can I just spend 20 minutes with her.” I tell him to wait where he is since it’s in between the dancefloor (where I am taking her) and the exit – so he knows that she cannot leave without him knowing. He agrees somewhat reluctantly – but only after taking her phone so that she is somewhat dependent on him.
I pull her to the dance floor and holy crap this girl is giving my shit-tests. Every time things started getting a little heated, she would pull away and put a lot of distance between us. Since I sort of knew what was going on I just stood my ground and had fun. She eventually came back. So then I pull her into my ‘locked-in’ position (back against the wall, legs spread with her up on me). At this point, things start to get more heated – a lot more physicality. We start grinding, I start pulling her hair, we get close. I go for the make-out but she turns her head. I do not let this phase me – I give her a kiss on the cheek and keep having fun. When things got too heated she would start pulling away – in response, I took my hands off of her, stood there in my ‘locked-in’ position and waited for her to come back on me. I could tell that this massively turned her on (that I was not outcome-dependent and generally non-reactive). I notice her friend coming back (I guess my 20 minutes were up) and so I pull her hair and we make-out. Thank god.
So her friend starts dancing with us, and my good friends younger brother tries to get him away – I tell him he’s fine because I want to win the friend’s trust and approval. At this point, Mary’s friend told her that they’re going since they have a train to catch at 9 am. She ignores him and grinds up closer on me. At this point, she begins boxing him out by getting really close to me and turning her back to him. He starts getting pissed. I calm the situation down by telling him that I will return her to their hotel before 3 am. At first, he was difficult, but he agrees after I give him my number and take down the hotel name, address, and his number. Then he says something angrily to her and leaves in a hissy fit with her phone. She ignored him and stayed close to me.
After dancing and making-out for a while longer I grab her and tell her we’re getting some fresh air. She seems reluctant but, ultimately, follows. When we’re outside I suggest we go on an adventure – that we go to the river. She laughs, stops, and says no. She tells me I’m “a character” and really douchey. I respond with “I am”. I square up in front of her, cross my arms, and maintain intense eye-contact. I tell her it’s beautiful and that I am going with or without her – it’s her choice if she wants to come along and I do not really care if she does or does not. She does not respond with much. The staring contest continues. Then I decide I need to build more comfort, so I open up about my mild autism, shit I went through in high school, the fact that I am in Prague to see my sisters graduation, and that I am just a normal lonely child at the end of the day. She smiles, but the staring contest persists. I extend my hand out while maintaining intense eye contact, and after some time, she grabs it. We go to the river.
While walking along the river’s edge I open up to her about my life – I figured I built so much value already, that I need to build more comfort and become more relatable and human. I also tell her about the different things I like about her. Then I see it – a boat with a raft with a little wall on it that we can hide behind. I tell her we’re getting on the boat and she complies.
We get behind the wall and things start getting heated. I start fingering her. I unbuckle my pants and put her hand on my cock – she strokes. She starts moaning, and then she tells me to stop. This is where things started getting weird. So I stopped and we continue hooking up. She starts getting really aggressive with me : pulling my hair and shirt violently. I respond with less violent hair-pulling and mild choking since she seems to like it aggressive. After a certain amount of back and forth, it becomes too much for me: I do not want to ruin my shirt or lose hair because of this girl. So I push her off me, buckle up my pants, lean against the wall and tell her that she’s starting to scare me and so I am done.
At first, she seems very confused, but then we get into another staring competition. After about 10 minutes she begins to come closer and closer to me and we start hooking up again. She won’t let me finger her and every time she starts going down on me, she would stop very shortly after. So I was like “fuck it, I’ll do it myself” and I start whacking myself off as we hooked up. She starts getting really intense and turned on. When I told her that I am finishing soon she did not seem the believe me. Then I did and she was very surprised – I think she thought that I was bluffing. This just turned her on more and she started really hooking up with me.
At this point, I got mine so I say that unless she’ll let me give her hers I’m going to call taxis. She doesn’t say anything and so I start leaving. She tries to pull me back and we get back into it – but she still would not let me give her hers. Then, a person comes by and walks into the boat right next to us. I tell her that we should go since I do not feel comfortable hooking up right in front of someone when we are sort of on their property (the woman had keys to the boat). She tries to keep me there, but after a bit of struggle I get out and she follows. She is completely hooked.
On the way to the cab pick-up location, she would stop me multiple times to make out with me. She suggested that I come back to her hotel with her despite her rooming with her friend. I am tempted, but I am here with my family, and I rather not freak my mom out by not being here in the morning, especially since I already finished (I can do what I want in the U.S., but when I am with my parents, I want to make sure they do not worry about me). She said she wished we were in a different world (I think she meant that I did not have family to return to and she did not have a train at 9 am – basically, that our logistics were better). We finally get to the pick-up location and we wait for the cabs. She starts crying. I ask her what’s wrong. She says nothing. She stops crying and starts making out with me every chance she gets. I tell her I had a great night and I comfort her by giving her hugs and making her feel special (by saying the specific things I like about her and what specific unique experiences I had because of her). This seems to make her feel a bit better but she still suggests I go back with her. Like I said, I was tempted to, but I really couldn’t (and she had a train at 9 am). Anyways, so I get her her cab, I get my cab and we go our separate ways.
What a night.
+ held my ground in the face of a lot of shit tests (probably some of the most I have ever faced)
+ Was not afraid to let the set die and communicated this clearly by setting boundaries
+ Dealt with her male friend appropriately by being respectful and friendly – but, ultimately, getting her into my enough that she wanted to ditch him for me
–> approaching a bit more earlier – not letting my nervousness get in the way
–> approach the target when approaching a group set (then saying hi to the group)