LR: CherryBomb

I may go on a bit in this one. This was a very important lay for me, strictly by virtue of showing me that I still had a few things to learn. If you're going to take one thing away from this post, it is to realize that almost anything is possible. You think the line is here? Well, it's not. It's way, way, WAY the fuck over there.

Hmmmm...where to start?

I've always known that I have the ability to DO a lot of things that I CHOOSE not to do. Just because one CAN does not mean that one SHOULD. For example, I do not steal. I do not kill. I...um...rarely lie.

(Let me just say before continuing that this is MY moral code. I do not judge others.)

As far as game works into this shaky moral code, I make the following choices based on the fact that I am having more than enough sex to be happy, and the fact that there are plenty of sets out there:

I do not take women from other men.
I do not take women's cherries/virginity (anal excluded. The black cherry is fair game).

I have been in many situations where the boyfriend/husband/virginity bomb has been dropped and I have intentionally walked away. There are other sets. There are other sets.

That is, until CherryBomb.

Cherrybomb is not the hottest girl I've ever slept with. She's not. I would give her a 6.5 on the normal scale, but bump it up to an 8 on account of she has great big (firm) breasts and is only 20 years old (I'm 30, bitches. Livin LARGE!). God help me, we did it in the tiny bed of her college dorm. I'm a happy camper.

But...I'm getting ahead of myself.

I left the house early to go hang out with a friend of mine. Because I THOUGHT I would be able to get home before going out I did not leave the house in full battle regalia. No super hot shoes. No ring. No bracelet. No cologne. Just jeans, a plain blue t-shirt, my medium-hot jacket, and shitty, shitty not-hot shoes. I had not even shaved, and when I go unshaved it is not subtle. It is not...stubtle. (tee-hee!)

We ended up getting some food, which took up a ton of my evening. By the time I was ready to go out and game, it was already past 10. I nearly went home.

Instead, I stayed out to meet up with another friend at an apartment party in the Village, then bounced to a few other bars for drinks. Around 1am I got the urge and, despite not having a wing, I started opening sets.

LESSON #1:

It helps to look good when you game. One should do everything one can to look good at all times. Join a gym. Buy some cool jeans and shoes. Go to some boutique and ask the ladies who work there to dress you. However, none of these items are essential, they just make it easier. Often, I have gone out and seen hot women and thought to myself, "I can't open. I'm not wearing my ring!" <-----(retarded)

On a similar note, it is smart to go out to game around 10pm. The bars are just starting to get hot; more than enough time to get in a few warm up sets. However, it is not essential, just ideal. Often, I have been at my house at 10:30 and thought, "I can't go out and open. It's already past 10!"<-----(retarded)

Do not wait for the perfect opportunity. Do not wait until you are ripped and at the ideal weight and have the perfect job and wardrobe. Take the opportunities as they come, and improve upon yourself as you go.

And so it was that at 3am, with little to no bling, looking kinda ragged and under dressed, I opened CherryBomb, who was getting hit on by some frat boy d-bags while waiting to get into the bathroom.

BB: Isn't it nice how bathrooms bring people together?
CB: I know! Look at all the nice people who are introducing themselves to me.
BB: That's why I chose this spot to hang out in. It took me awhile to figure out why all these women were waiting on line to flirt with me. Then I saw the bathroom sign.
CB: I'm sure some of them were waiting to flirt with you.
BB: I'm sure you were.

Lock in, isolate, escalate physicality. It was pretty text book. I even did the ring routine on her. She had her ring on the middle finger.

BB: That's Dionysus, the god of debauchery.
CB: So what does that mean?
BB: It means you like to party. Sex, drugs and rock and roll. Which totally fits. You don't even need to tell me. I already know.
CB: You could be wrong.
BB: I'm not. You're not the type of person to give up something they want just because of what other's think. You're aggressive, which I love. It's the only reason I'm still talking to you. That, and I like talking to people who are clearly less cool than me.

Hook, reel, release. Qualification. (When I finally left her room the next morning, she told me that, based on the ring routine I told her about, I should have, "like, 8 rings on your middle finger.")

At one point the d-bags who were hitting on her earlier returned and tried to bounce her. As I said before, I don't take women from other men, even d-bags who have no (big) business being there. When someone enters my set, I usually root for them. "Let's see how good your game is, buddy. Go for it!" Bros before hoes. I can't say why (booze), but I decided not to let this one go, so I kinda beta'd the D-bag a little. I gave him a few good natured slaps on the shoulder, then told CherryBomb that he was "perfect for her." I watched with glee as he struggled. He tried to get the digits while standing the sexual equivalent of 20 feet away from her. He might as well have been on the moon.

And so ends Part 1 of How I Totally Dropped My Whole Moral Code by Big Business.

The bar closed at 4am, so I walked her back to her dorm. The Don teaches that part of being an Alpha male is showing resourcefulness. When we got to the security desk I told her to slide her key card in. She said, "They're not going to let you in." I just repeated, "Slide you key card."

She did, and I slid in directly behind her without security noticing.

At 4:30am, naked in her tiny dorm bed, she starts giving resistance.

CB: We're not having sex tonight.
BB: I know. I don't have sex with women the first night I meet them, as a rule.

I rarely lie. "Rarely" in this case apparently means "occasionally". Regardless, the point is to steal the frame. We're not having sex because I say so, not because you say so.

She stopped me a few minutes later.

CB: Wait, wait, wait...I don't remember your name.

Now, let's cut back to when we were right about to go through security at her dorm. She tried to call me out on not remembering HER name a few moments earlier, but I stacked forward, then snuck a peak at her student ID as she was swiping it.

Back to present:

BB: (jokingly) Whoa. I can't believe I let you get my pants off.

She starts to laugh and I start to push her off me, which makes her push me back to the bed.

CB: No! Seriously, what is it?
BB: I have to go to the bathroom for a second.

She can no longer call me out on just wanting her for sex. I stole her frame, which was, "You were so concerned with getting me into bed that you didn't even care to remember my name."

A few minutes later things start to get intense and she stops me.

CB: I need to tell you something.
BB: You've never had sex before?
CB: Um...yeah. I'm a virgin.
BB: Cool.

A few minutes later things get intense again and I stop her.

BB: Just out of curiosity, is it because of some religious thing, or a personal choice or what?
CB: It's just that I never met anybody who I thought I should do it with...but...I mean...we can if you want to.

There is something incredible about getting this kind of verbal concession. A woman who will have sex with you will not always say she will have sex with you. She usually won't, so at every moment there is the possibility that the breaks will get pumped. And so, when one is told that there will be no red lights for the rest of the trip, one tends to want to floor it. I don't know about you guys, but that sentence excited the shit out of me. I tried to drive responsibly, but...dude...nothing but green lights...

BB: I told you, I don't usually do that.

In this case, it wasn't exactly a lie. What I usually "don't do" is take women's virginity. She just thought I was talking about something else.

CB: Well...I mean...
BB: Let's just play it by ear.

And so ends Part 2 of How I Totally Dropped My Whole Moral Code by Big Business.

LESSON #2

Seduction is a two way street. Some people say that gaming is wrong; that it is manipulative and mean. I disagree. I don't know anybody who can "trick" a girl into having sex with him. "HA HA! Fooled you! We just did it!" On the contrary, most of game is simply putting your best self forward and telling women how cool they are. The only things I would construe as "manipulative" would be in re framing, ie doing to women what they do to us, ergo...women...we learned it from you.

Moreover, women are not stupid. If you touch them, tell them how cool they are, then walk them back to their place, they KNOW what you want. It's not that they don't know we're trying to close them, it's that they like us enough to let us close them. Style has said (in "The Annihilation Method") that many of the women he had sex with in "The Game" came up to him after and told him they knew they were being gamed, but that they had, after getting to know him, actually WANTED to have sex with him. GOOD LORD! WHAT A CONCEPT!

My point is this: After that last bit of dialog, she was seducing me just as much as I was seducing her. I told her I might not have sex with her, so she did things to make me want to. And it worked. I did something I usually don't do because she successfully seduced me.

Anyways, we did it twice, and I left her place around 8am.

To sum up-

Outfit: shabby. Time: late. Result: Full close with a 20 year old virgin in less than 2 hours. And I'm 30.