After catching dinner with old friends in Morningside Heights, the night begins.
We subway down to 212 Hisae’s to get the tempo started but it’s packed. A no-go. I then get a text from my wing H about The Penny Farthing and Phebe’s being good in the Village area. We get to Penny and half our group gets in, but the other half doesn’t. We then all leave to check out surrounding bars in the area but they’re either dead or have patrons who I could’ve sworn made an appearance on To Catch a Predator. My fake is quite ass with its noticeable crease right down the middle, but I’ve got better ones coming in the mail. God bless bitcoin.
While walking, we run into K’s wing and he tags along. I get a surge of state. We then make a pitstop to get food at a hotdog stand. While waiting, I notice a cute dirty blonde walking my way. “Excuse me, I have to go meet friends for a drink, but you’ve caught my attention. Who are you”, I calmly say. She thanks me for being direct and hooks. “I like the scarf and nose ring. You must be an art student”. She is and is impressed. I follow-up with cold-reading her personality and qualifying her. We vibe well. I ask what she’s up to and she’s on her way to Webster Hall. Bleh. “Well, I’m heading in that direction, but *noticeably check her out from head to toe* I want to see if you’re as interesting as I think you are. Do you text” I say. “Yes. Grab my number”. We exchange and I text her my name with a witty description of what I was wearing. She responds immediately with, “Haha got it”, and I’m feeling fucking good. Before, I was hesitant to blatantly approach on the street with my friends watching, but I realized at one point I need to weigh my values. Do I value more about growing and potentially meeting a really cool girl, or what my friends think of me for about 5 minutes? I need to ask myself more often whether what I’m doing is getting me further in life. We eventually get to Phebe’s and I realize I’ve been here before over winter break. We get in, there’s music blasting, and the ratio’s fire. Fuck yeah.
It’s 11:30, and I’m initially overly judgmental and try to come off suave in my interactions, but then cut that shit out. I open a 3-set of Jewish girls first, vibe with them about finding them husbands in the bar, and leave on a high note. I open a group of 3 girls and 1 dude telling one of the cuter girls she looks Persian. She hooks, I cold read the other 2 chicks’ backgrounds, and the dude hilariously proclaims he’s a Turkish Jew. We vibe well but I eventually leave because my wing K and his wing lock in. I should’ve number closed since it was still the first part of the night. I then open two older women with my wing K. I’m on the more nutritionally undisciplined one and K’s on the cougar former sorority girl looking one. Ms. Nutritionally Undisciplined seems very neutral leaning on the cold side and put off by my vibing. K and I switch girls and Ms. Cougar hooks immediately when I say, “You definitely look like you went to Syracuse and were Alpha Phi or Tri Delt”. She laughs and tells me she wasn’t in Greek life. We vibe exceptionally well, I learn she’s a college counselor, and she gives IOIs with classic hair flips and what not. However, K starts self-amusing too much with the rather large ball of woman and gets blown out. The large mass of human then takes her friend from me, gives me a stern shaking of the head, and leaves. K drank way too fucking much tonight and was as uncalibrated as Hellen Keller during an eye exam. If K keeps drinking so much, I’ll have to stop going out with him. He’s a great friend, but he won’t grow and neither will I. Throughout the night at Phebe’s, none of the girls I open ignore me, only a few hook, and most are neutral towards my banter but don’t reciprocate. I can attribute the low amount of hooks to the environment favoring physicality and my not plowing enough. I need to plow while finding that perfect mix of qualifying the girl while not having a stick up my ass and still having fun.
It’s 12:00, and after spotting 3 blondes to my right, I go up open them with one of my high school friends S. They respond receptively and we vibe about their jobs, fashion, and background. She nicknames me KevJumba so I nickname her Brittney. The vibe starts dying after more chitchat so we bid farewell. My wing H finally gets in and I give him a big hug of reunion. I feel a surge of state. I reopen later with H and ask for logistics for the ring leader blonde. She says she has to wake up early and lives in Brooklyn. I suggest we SC exchange but she politely declines. I suggest we exchange numbers but she politely declines again. I move over to the arguably hotter blonde who’s half-Irish half-Lebanese. She hooks as well and I tell her her new nickname is Pamela. After the vibe dies down again, I leave. Later in the night, I reopen, tell her I have to go meet friends, and suggest we SC exchange. She complies. Reopening is fucking powerful and sets you apart from most chodes. I then open some circles of girls with S, groups consisting anywhere from 3 to 5 people. One circle hooks when I cold read that they go to school at NYU. Their blonde friend then comes in and throws IOIs at my immediately, asking me where I go to school and what I study. I respond back, neg her for being preppy, and continue throwing bits of physicality in there. At a certain point, it seems like the set stagnated as she said she had to go meet friends. In the moment, I felt helpless, but now, I should have fucking moved her to the bar area. A simple, “Tell your friends we’re going to go get some water” would have done the fucking trick. When the vibe starts dying, fucking move the girl. I’ll say that one more time. When the vibe starts dying, fucking move the girl. Capeesh? Another thing I’ve come to realize is that, although S isn’t into game, he’s a natural. He understands basic fundamentals of vibing already just from past relationships and a good upbringing. That just cemented that the soul primes above all else. Your opener or spin handshake isn’t going to get her panties wet.
It’s 1:00 and I open a mixed set with H. 2 girls and a guy. We each get on a girl. My blonde cougar hooks fairly quickly when I simply extend my hand and introduce myself. I cold read she looks like she went to a liberal arts school and grew up in the Northeast. She laughs and closes distance when I tell her she looks like she’s in fashion. She gives me a platonic pat on the back followed by a, “You’re too nice. Thank you”. Fuck that shit. I don’t want to be her nice provider boy. I want to be the man who ravages her so that she’ll have a story to tell her fucking grandkids about how she flooded NYC when I made her squirt. Next time I sense she’s putting me in the provider role, a simple, “Fuck you, who are you” will get her back in my reality. Calibration, motherfucker. She then runs off to get drinks. Predictable. She didn’t find me sexually arousing anymore. Later on, I walk to the entrance to call K and I catch her staring at me. I stare back and she looks away after a second too long. I don’t open though because of a bullshit sense of feeling blasé and not needing her. Obviously, I shouldn’t do nonsensical shit, but I also need to stop putting my ego on a pedestal. I’ve watched enough fucking infield to know what the right thing to do is.
It’s 2:00 and H and I step outside to debrief. I notice a cute brunette walking by and say “Excuse me”. She ignores. “Excuse me” once again. She ignore. “Let me show you how it’s fucking done”, proclaims H. He follows her off into the distance and I vibe with some people standing outside and a bouncer at an adjacent bar. H comes back. “I got the number, motherfucker.” Damn, I thought to myself. Plowing really is key. If she isn’t telling you to fuck off, stay in set. We discuss how we did well with our given skillsets in such a loud venue. We both have strong verbal game, so being in such a chaotic environment demands more physicality and moving, less talking. H also told me how Todd almost always pulls in the first part of the night: his verbal game is his strong point and the first part of the night favors verbal game. We also discuss plowing and making that subject judgment call on when to know to throw in the towel on a set. At the end of the day, it comes down to how horny you are and how bad you want it.
It’s 2:30, and just as we’re wrapping up, I notice a stunner blonde in black leather jacket walk by with her friend in a cheetah coat. I size them up and then go. “Excuse me, I have to go meet my friends for a drink but you caught my attention”, I say. “I’m sorry?”, she responds. “I know this is random, some dude just coming up and chatting you up. But you intrigue me. What’s your story, who are you”, I follow up. “Haha, nice to meet you”, she responds , introduces herself, and hooks. I tell her I love her all-black look, that her jacket is dope, and that they look like they came from Meatpacking District. We stop to chat and I cold read the friend as seeming amused at watching us talk. The friend laughs and isn’t an obstacle. H then comes in and wings, talking to the friend. We continue vibing about our nights, their gay friend who looks like G-Eazy comes in for a bit, and I tell leather jacket girl she needs to help me find ripped jeans. I ask what they’re up to and she says they’re getting Halal Guys. “You should come with us!”, she suggests. Holy shit I can pull this girl, I realize: maybe to her place or my car. I explain my predicament of having to drive my friends back home, and she suggests we exchange numbers. She almost seemed like she was helping me pull her. H texts me that she seems down and I should leave my friends behind in Phebe’s and go with them while he’d wing me. I feel conflicted and teased by this golden set that appeared at the end of the night. So this is what the third part of the night feels like. Fuck it. I call my friends, tell them to meet us at Halal Guys, and then walk with the girls for a bit. We continue chatting about the city and Kanye. I then realize the set is too improbable for a pull and my friends need a ride back home. I tell the girls my parenting duties as a friend call me, hug her goodbye, and she suggests we go shopping for ripped jeans for me. Holy shit, a girl seeding date ideas for me. Fuck yeah. We leave, and I don’t feel the slightest tinge of regret because I know I stuck by my principles and there’s probably hundreds if not thousands of other girls like her in the city. I felt at the cause of my growth and not the effect. I have the skills to not depend on a limited pool of women. The sky is the limit. From the earlier nose ring girl and this ripped jeans shopping girl, I come to realize verbal game is my strength and quieter environments are where I thrive: daygame, streets, and rooftop venues/lounges. That just means I need to nurture this skillset while also developing my physicality and sexual energy in louder chaotic venues.
I meet up with my school friends, grab pizza with them, and H tags along for a bit before parting since we couldn’t talk about game in front of them. We Uber back to my car and the night concludes. I want to set up day 2s with both girls preferably on the same weekday this upcoming week and daygame in-between the dates. As I’m typing this now, I decided to follow-up text before going to bed rather than tomorrow nose ring girl that she’s intrigued me about artistic girls wearing nose rings. She double texts me after I don’t respond to her first text. I get a boner and that just shows me how much more abundant I need to get. Nevertheless, I want to rendezvous with her this week.
- Good street sets
- Good opening high volume in Phebe’s
- Good texting nose ring girl and ripped jeans girl before going to bed, rather than after waking up next day
- Solidify date in street sets before getting the number
- Be aware of the part of the night and play to win accordingly
- Move the girl when the vibe starts dying
- Calibrate both when she’s put off because you’re too arrogant and because you’re too nice