It was a day destined for success. My HB-9 "new gilfriend" that I f-closed last weekend sent me the following txt yesterday morning:
HB9-GF: "Good morning and thank you. I just had a big "o" while thinking about you....mmmmm"
H3v3n: "Big smile! Glad I could assist..."
HB9-GF: "Devious laugh...mmmm"
Unfortunately, this HB9-GF lives in Seattle and I live in Ft. Worth. I'm going to be spending next week with her, but in the meantime, to avoid all of the pitfalls of One-itis, I knew that tonight I needed to sarge. I didn't want to f-close or anything, just get a few #closes from HB's so that I would internally know that I have game and options, and that I'm the prize for the HB-9 waiting for me so hotly in her bed in Seattle.
My cellphone is a Windows Mobile pocketPC phone, and I have it set up so that her pic shows at the header of the txt. This txt conversation would be a great DHV and social proof point to be used this evening.
This afternoon, a good friend I hadn't seen in about a month txted me inviting me to hang out for his birthday. He's a really cool guy and a bartender, so I knew it would be a fun time.
About 8:45, I show up at the first venue of the evening, applebees, dressed in my full peacock gear, minus my cowboy hat. I had a bunch of friends there I hadn't seen in a while, and I could tell they noticed the transformation that had taken place in me since I last saw them.
Catching up with old friends, explaining why I was wearin a gold chain, cream colored palm-print shirt, with a purple blazer. I told them quite honestly "I'm peacocking". Before long, the only target I had any interest in in the bar at Applebees walked in. No, this wasn't a case of one-itis, but merely the only girl in the bar worth rating that I didn't already know. She was an HB8.
She was in a 3-set with one of her friends who was an aquaintance of the birthday boy (my unknowing wing for the night
). So, I had a target HB9, and two pivots. I knew one of the pivots as brief aquaintance, but she didn't recognize me at first because I wasn't looking like the AFC I used to be. I reconnected with her and opened up some small chit-chat with the pivots, completely ignoring the HB8. Finally, the pivot gave me her friends names. HB8 is now known as Tasha.
As Tasha asks my name, I shift my position so that my back is now to the pivots, effectively isolating my target. I then say "I'm not sure if I should give you my name". She takes the bait and further begs for my name, so I tell her "my name is H3v3n". This is the first time I've used my PUA handle in public, and furthermore I'm doing it in a place where about 20 people know me by my real name. I knew that she would not buy my handle, but it was a great way to start a conversation and say something sexy about how I earned the name, etc. She says "but I don't want to go to heaven just yet", and I reply with "I didn't say you could", followed by some more playful banter. The point is, even though she knew that H3v3n wasn't my real name, in her mind, I'm the guy who calls himself heaven. I've now established it as my alias and ensured that she won't forget me. It's almost like a psychological lockin gimmick.
At this point, the aquaintance pivot breaks the isolation and pulls Tasha and pivot 2 to another table in the bar with two good-looking guys at it. In my mind, I had to quell the brief "mayday! mayday!" messages telling me I'm about to crash and burn. I was fortunately able to stay cool and simply turned to have a conversation with another one of my girl friends at the bar. Established social proof and cockiness that I don't need to follow her around like a puppy dog because I have other friends and don't need her.
About 10 minutes later, I decide it is time to escalate into A2. A go over to her table and again approach the pivots, along with my conscripted (and uknowing) wing, the birthday guy. I explain that I need a pic of my friend with some beautiful women on his birthday. Then, I get the pivot to take a picture of me and Tasha. At this point, I've won, as even if I bomb out of this one I have a piece of social evidence in my camera for future use.
Here are the pics ( guess they don't show up in this forum, but if you're interested, you can check them out in your browser).
<img src="http://win.kampenland.com/images/tasha8.jpg" width=320 height=239 alt="Tasha8"</img> Here is the target
<img src="http://win.kampenland.com/images/tasha8_pivots.jpg" width=320 height=239 alt="Tasha with Pivots and wing in background"</img> Tasha with pivots and wing in background
<img src="http://win.kampenland.com/images/h3v3n_tasha8_kiss.jpg" width=320 height=239 alt="Tasha8 with H3v3n kiss"</img> Tasha8 giving me a kiss. I should have k-closed her after this, but I'm still pretty new at this and the thought didn't even occur to me at the time.
<img src="http://win.kampenland.com/images/h3v3n_tasha8_sp.jpg" alt="social proof" width="320" height="239"</img> Wonder if I'll call her?
After the pictures, had some small talk. At one point, Tasha gave me the shit test and said something to the affect of "my boyfriend blah blah blah". Don't even remember what she said beyond the fact that she was trying to pull out the "I have a boyfriend" shit test. I responded by telling the table about my new girlfriend and showing the picture I keep of her on my cellphone. This garnered from Tasha, "Actually, I was just kidding, I don't have a boyfriend". Instant classic of an HB8 bowing down to a guy who just showed her the pic of his HB9 girlfriend and the message of how she's having an orgasm just thinking about him this morning.
After this, I made my first mistake. I hung out too long without DHV, and Tasha started turning her attention to an AMOG sitting next to her. I tried to freeze her out by talking exclusively to the pivots, but that didn't take. Perhaps I needed to neg her more. Next tactic I tried was to engage the AMOG and his friend in conversation. The AMOG was having none of it, and gave me a curt "whatever" type of response to my attempt to engage conversation. At this point, I decided that the best tactic was to freze out by leaving the set completely and going back to the bar.
The best thing that I had going for me was that I was all peacocked up, and that I had a ton of social proof as I knew a ton of people there. For the rest of the evening I completely ignored the target. by about 11:00 PM, when my group was preparing to go to another venue (bowling alley), I approached the target's table and invited the pivots to come with us, completely ignoring the target. The invitation was declined, but that's exactly what I wanted. I didn't want the pivots to go bowling... I wanted the target to see that I hadn't invited her to come with to the next venue.
10 minutes later, when the target's party was leaving, she came over to the bar and isoated me to say goodbye. The freeze out had worked. I #-closed her with "We should get together again. Give me your #". Simple, direct, effective. Wrote it on a napkin as her AMOG friend watched.
I learned alot last night... the success didn't end there, as I also #-closed another HB8 later at the last venue of the night, and grew to understand and respect the peacock principle. I hate being the center of attention, but if it means that I get the HB's, then I will peacock. I've learned so much on peacocking last night that it deserves its own post, which I'll be writing later.
