mASF post by "Odious"
posted on: mASF forum: General Discussion newsgroup, June 6, 2005
<manuva> wrote in message news:[email protected]...
> Typed out a response to Legion5's 'Dealing with up front social value
> discrepancy', then I figured it may get buried with all the other replies.
> So
> I'm gonna post it here and let everyone read it cuz it's a pretty handy
> way to
> do it. And cuz I'm an arrogant wanker.
>
> A month or two back I picked up a chick who was 5'11.5" tall, blonde hair,
> blue
> eyes and a model, specialising in arse-and-legs type modelling. She was a
> 9.5
> (there is no such thing as a 10! When will you guys realise that?? YOU'RE
> the
> 10!!) which is the highest rating I will ever give a girl. Except maybe
> Angelina Jolie. She'd be at least a 9.75. I digress.
>
> This is not the first high-end girl I've picked up. This is not a field
> report.
> This an instance where my game for approaching high-end chicks (successful
> model types, not the try hard model types) came together beautifully, and
> I
> believe its a pretty good example of dealing with the so-called 'Social
> Value
> Discrepancy', and making a high-end girl acknowledge you as an equal more
> or
> less instantly.
>
> Situation:
>
> Packed nightclub. Huge dancefloor, (2-300 ppl), a young crowd (18-24) and
> a
> pretty hot ticket on the weekend. For you guys from Melbourne, I'm talking
> about BillBoards.
>
> I was talking with a mate at the bar, ironically enough about taller girls
> and
> how difficult it is for their bodies to look proportionate-yet-attractive
> for
> their height. Then tall-model (Chloe) walks past with friends. I give a
> casual
> nod to my mate and tell him there's a chick who's got the perfect
> proportions
> and height. We ignore her and go on chatting.
>
> Later I'm looking at the dancefloor. Chloe is in the middle of it with
> guys
> packed around her, all of them attempting the
> dancing-innocently-near-you-in-the-hope-I'll-impress-you-and-you'll-choose-me
> thing. Tossers.
>
> I decide its time she met me, and walk down the two steps onto the floor,
> cutting through the crowd and approaching her. I pause about 2 metres away
> from
> her (she can't see me yet), quickly analyse the scene and estimate prolly
> 12-15
> guys are pathetically trying to get her attention, dancing near her and
> not
> even talking to her. Again, tossers.
>
> She is not dancing, she is more or less standing behind her two friends
> who are
> trying to get closer to the front of stage but it's too busy, so the group
> is
> more or less stationary.
>
> I walk up and stand beside her, my right shoulder next to her left
> shoulder,
> very non-confronting body language. I pause, lean slightly forward and
> across
> her front in a casual "waiting for the bus, wondering what time it will
> get
> here" type motion. This also means I enter her peripheral vision and don't
> surprise her when I start talking.
>
> I lean over and state:
>
> M: "They're like leeches, aren't they?"
>
> She looks across at me.
>
> "Who?"
>
> M: Them (nodding at the dozen or more guys I've had to push through to
> talk to
> her)
>
> Chloe: Yes (laughs).
>
> *** For those that don't appreciate the genius of this opener, look at the
> wording. THEY (I'm not one of them) are like leeches, aren't THEY
> (reinforcing,
> I'm not one of them).
>
> Chloe: Yes (THEY are; acknowledging I'm not one of them)
>
> Instantly I'm not one of them. Cool.
>
> Manuva: I wonder what they're after.
> [Why would they be interested in you - I'm not impressed by your looks]
>
> Chloe: I'm not sure
>
> (pause, appear like I'm pondering it)
>
> M: They must know something I don't. Do you give good back rubs or
> something?
> (she laughs) Are you rich? (she laughs) I know, you must be a great
> listener/conversationalist!
>
> Chloe: (still laughing) No. I don't know.
>
> M: Hmm. Well are you interesting?
>
> C: What you mean?
>
> M: I mean are you interesting? Are you worth talking to, despite not being
> a
> good listener?
>
> C: Yes! I am! (laughing)
> [Oh, qualify yourself to me baby. She's now trying to impress me.
> Excellent.]
>
> M: (looking suspicious) Why? What do you do thats so interesting?
>
> C: Well I'm a model, and I study part-time.
>
>
> M: [Ignoring the bait] What do you study?
>
> C: Blah blah (computers or economics or something)
>
> M: (horrified) Thats not interesting! Thats boring!
>
> C: (she's laughing hard, and taken a step or two back in mock-offense)
> Well I'm
> a model too. [Repeating her qualifying thingy, she's keen to impress.
> Advantage: manuva.]
>
> M: What, like a hand-model? (Line from David D? Not sure, but great line
> whoever coined it)
>
> C: (laughing but indignant, and miffed I'm not too impressed. Again, great
> line.) No, a whole body model. TV ads, catelogue's, billboards and stuff.
>
> M: Hmm... well I spose you have the height for it... but you've prolly got
> 6
> inch heels on. (David D again? Another classic)
>
> C: No! I'm yada yada tall etc etc. See?
>
> [The chick lifts her leg up in an attempt to prove me wrong. She's in
> jeans
> unfortunately hehe.]
>
> *** From here it was standard game. I didn't need anything special after
> that
> because she was hooked and very keen to impress me.
>
> I couldn't hear her name properly over the music (of course, she
> volunteered
> it. We never ask for names, do we lads?) so I took out my mobile phone and
> had
> her punch her name into it. We communicated back and forth via my phone
> because
> I couldn't really be bothered talking over the music anymore. Also its a
> great
> prop, and very easy to go from her writing words in it to her writing her
> phone
> number in it. Which she did.
>
> Her friends dragged her away soon after that, which didn't really bother
> me.
> Never hang around like a bad smell. Be scarce, like a breath of fresh air.
>
> Also, body language was always subtle and unintrusive, giving the
> impression I
> was watching the DJ and she just happened to be standing next to me.
>
> A great deal of my body language is in my face. Expecially the eyebrows.
> Often
> after a girl says something, particularly something to qualify herself,
> I'll
> look her in the eye and raise my eyebrows just slightly, as if I've caught
> her
> trying to impress me and am trying to hide my amusement. Facial
> expressions can
> communicate a hell of a lot, and a chick will more often be looking at
> your
> face than your body. Yes, I know she'll perceive your body language even
> if
> she's not looking at it directly, and I know BL is important, but I
> communicate
> a lot of unspoken things with my face and eyebrows - suspicion, amusement,
> the
> shifty eye thing (from the simpsons hehe), surprise etc etc. Most of it
> without
> saying a thing. It works very well.
>
>
>
>
> So thats it. It's a long post cos I wanted to communicate every nuance
> that was
> important. This is a good example of opening the mythical 10 and not
> getting
> blown out - I threw everything in my arsenal at her to make her qualify
> herself, and within seconds SHE was trying to impress ME. Of course, it
> doesn't
> always work in such a text book manner, and often you'll need to reassess
> and
> change tack, but this is a personal example of everything falling into
> place
> and eliminating 'Social Value Discrepancy.'
>
>
Wow...great post. A lot more detail than mine. I think we're hitting the
same points though.
I really like the hand model line. I may have to use that one.
Have you ever tried rejecting her after she's hooked and trying to impress
you?
I have, but not in this kind of scenario. I actually did it kind of by
accident on a campus when I was going to college... same basic idea though.
Hot chick, lots of guys hitting on her in the student lounge/quad area when
there were huge lines to sign up for the next semester of classes. So some
folks were just hanging out and eating, and some were in line to sign up for
classes. I stopped by on the way to class to check the status of a class I
wanted to take.
While I was there, I did something similar... the girl was hanging out,
sitting at a table that the line I was in kinda wrapped around. I saw like
3 guys hit on her with lame lines. So I said something like these dogs will
try to hump anything with a pulse. She was amused, then started chatting
with me. Pointless shit... what classes I was taking and crap like that. I
honestly wasn't trying to run any game... I was just bored because the line
wasn't moving. Now mind you this was in within ear shot of several other
chicks who were also hot, but not quite as hot as the chick I was talking
to. The line was taking way too long, and I had to bail to go to class.
So I started to leave, and she asked for my number. Being in a genuine
hurry, I said something like I really have to go, maybe some other time.
To make a long story short... flash forward to next semester, I got that
class I wanted and I end up fucking 3 of the girls in the class. It was
weird. They each were very aggressively trying to pick up on me and clearly
trying to fuck me. But oddly this didn't happen in any of my other classes,
just this one.
It took me a while to clue in, but I eventually realized, all three of them
saw me blow off this hot chick that day in line. The reason they were so
hot for my dick was that they saw me reject a chick that was hotter than
they were. They figured I had something major to offer and there was a
competition factor... to get the guy that their hot rival couldn't get.
I've often thought about trying to repeat this in a bar or club situation...
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