Dallas PUA

So I'm eating lunch and I have a view of the restaurant parking lot. There are two handicapped parking spaces right in front. Halfway through my meal a car pulls up into one of the handicapped spots, and four women get out. All in their twenties, all healthy, all dressed in the same sort of medical style uniform. All of them below average looks.

The car doesn't have handicapped plates, but there is a handicapped blue sign hanging from the inside mirror.

Now I'm not a fan of government mandated handicapped spaces (I'd rather let free enterprise work that one out). I'm even more annoyed with people who use these that have no visible physical handicaps.

The healthy foursome walk down the sidewalk and enter a different restaurant. I finish my lunch over the next 20 minutes. I say goodbye to my friend and walk out... And look at the car... Check the rear plate: standard.

I have been challenging myself recently to not be such a pussy, and to be more assertive. I think: I'm going to find this group and confront them on their parking in the handicapped spot.

I walk into the adjacent restaurant and I'm greeted by the host. I ignore him, look around and spy the foursome... Actually now it's 10 women all wearing the same outfit, all crammed elbow to elbow into this space designed for about six people. The hottest girl there was maybe a 5.

With an aggressive, assertive and righteous demeanor I walk up and say, "Is anyone here handicapped?"

The girl who was driving says, "Yeah, me."

I'm thinking-- Yeah, right. I tell her about how my sister has a friend with MS, and they are always having problems finding handicapped spaces because people are parking in them who don't really have handicaps...

The girl now says, "I've got cancer."

The table goes deadly quiet as does whole restaurant. I can hear the crickets in the field nearby. Not one, not two, not three, but all TEN girls are staring at me with daggers in their eyes. I feel the blood drain from my face as I turn a ghostly white.

I look at her and eek out... "Well, ahhh... Good luck with that."

I make a hasty retreat out the door and to my car.

How's that for public humiliation?

Something I've noticed from my own experiences is that girls can smell the following from 10 miles away:

1. anger
2. frustration
3. desperation

That's why the PUA tactics work so well, because they manage to at least hide these things. You have to walk into every place with a smile, talking to everybody, having a good time, and just being social overall. This is how you build your value. When one group sees you talking to another group, it builds your social value. Then you go talk to the next group.

It helps to have openers, stories, a sense of humor, an ability to drive and control the conversation, a positive energy, and perceptiveness of how people are feeling and what they are communicating with their body language. This takes lots of practice.

It also takes the ability to step outside yourself a little and realize that the way people treat you has a lot to do with the verbal and nonverbal messages that you convey to others. Your reality can change, and sometimes little things can make a big difference. Just work on one little thing at a time. Do your homework, try something new, reflect on what you learned, then do some more homework.

aknov wrote:The girl now says, "I've got cancer."

As soon as I read this, I thought of what my response would have been.

AX: Really!? I have a tumor fetish

Also potentially: Cool, I'm a Leo.

And because my mind doesn't function nomrally: I know, the make-a-wish foundation sent me over.

Archaeopteryx, those are things that you should never say. ever.

I know this isn't a field report, but maybe I should move it. I like it as a field report. It's something that people with approach anxiety can learn from. You went down in flames, but you lived to tell about it. You still have two arms and two legs. Plus, you now have a funny story to tell guys in the community. That's awesome.

Rhody wrote:I know this isn't a field report, but maybe I should move it. I like it as a field report. It's something that people with approach anxiety can learn from. You went down in flames, but you lived to tell about it. You still have two arms and two legs. Plus, you now have a funny story to tell guys in the community. That's awesome.

Hell that's a funny story to tell anyone. I'd use it in sets. Say it was your friend if you're feeling like a pussy.

As for your response, you shoulda kept your frame -- that you're pissed about people who abuse handicapped spots -- and simply said "o wow, I guess you qualify then. My mistake, but it's something that really pisses me off 'cos just yesterday I had to help my sister get to the store 'cause some insensitive ahole used the spot, and she was really crying about the whole thing and blah blah blah" DHV, protector of loved ones.

Aknov,

Great FR... there are also great responses in this thread but... I think the logistics of what went wrong in the sarge were near the beginning and your detail indicates you may have been aware of this -

You chose the wrong stimulus to decide to approach on - go after sexily dressed HB8s and and higher, who ideally are displaying a good attitude, and with a good attitude yourself

My reponse is kinda hyperbolic, no offense meant but... almost chasing a large set of girls who are 5s wearing scrubs, to open them antagonistically about where they parked - was great learning experience for social dynamics in general, possibly - but probably not headed much of anywhere even if the set opened

Even from the standpoint of 'standard' game - you should be VERY nice to 5s, because they don't have as many people being nice to them their whole life as 8s 9s 10s do

That said, getting blown out dramatically makes better PUAs... hope this helps

I want to thank all of you for your advice, and words of wisdom!

I didn't see this excersize at sarging- More confronting my fears, and not wanting to be driving home thinking, "Why didn't I confront those people, Why am I such a pussy"?

To stretch, I'm currently trying to do all the things that I'm afraid of doing. Styles refers to doing this in "The Game".

It was very interesting to observe and think about how different the interaction was compared to when I go up to a group and say, "Hey, I'd like your opinion on something..." Which so far has always received a neutral or warm response.

Yesterday when it happened it was a very unpleasant experience. Today when I think of it and it just makes me laugh. That which does not kill you makes you stronger!

Rhody wrote: You went down in flames, but you lived to tell about it. You still have two arms and two legs.

Which is more than we can say for most of those people who park in those spots.

I've told the following routine to a girl:

AX: I got into a fight last week.
HB: Blah
AX: Yeah, you know those assholes that park in the handicapped spaces even though they're not?
HB: Yeah
AX: Well, the other day I was at Wholefoods and... (throw in some DHV crap)....And this guy with a handicapped tag parks in one of OUR spots, so I go up and punch him in the face.

HB: Laughing
AX: It kinda sucked though cause he totally kicked my ass. Fucking cripples.

NobodyUKnow wrote:

"Hell that's a funny story to tell anyone. I'd use it in sets. Say it was your friend if you're feeling like a pussy.

As for your response, you shoulda kept your frame -- that you're pissed about people who abuse handicapped spots -- and simply said "o wow, I guess you qualify then. My mistake, but it's something that really pisses me off 'cos just yesterday I had to help my sister get to the store 'cause some insensitive ahole used the spot, and she was really crying about the whole thing and blah blah blah" DHV, protector of loved ones."

I agree about the qualifying here. I was going to say something along the same line. The only problem would be next time thinking of something like that on the spot and it can be fucking hard (maybe you should think of the possible responses next time before confronting or maybe not). Kraven made a good point about your language and the fact that they were HB5s but from what you said, you did not confront them to PUA them. Remember that in the field though. I liked the, "I need your opinion on something..." because then you are telling them that you somewhat value there opinion (at least enough to come up to them and that is good for HB5s) and it shows that you are not threatening or confrontational.

It would be funny next time if this happens if they gave you attitude and were not actually handicapped. Then you could have made up some bullshit story about how your handicapped, pregnant mother (with your little sister) was hit by a group of girls (much like them) when she was blocked out of a handicap spot by a bunch of teenagers. The sad part would be that she and your little sister died 1 hour later trapped in the car because they bled to death. Then they would not want to eat their lunch and you would fucking annihilate them! Then call the tow company.

Actually, you shouldn't say anything that I just said. I just wrote that to get the juices flowing for tonight. That is just mean.