After focusing on nighttime for a while, I’ve recently rediscovered daytime in a big way. Yesterday I laid a redhead with a nice little body same-day, my first daytime lay with no day2. Following in my tradition of writing up a report every time I make a breakthrough in my game, here’s my LR from yesterday for your enjoyment.
Keys to the lay:
1. Opening naturally with a situational opener
2. Following the opener with a well calibrated “neg”
3. Quality spontaneous conversation interspersed with teasing, cold reads and reframes
4. Well calibrated kino
5. Not bailing out by taking a number — insta-dating and pushing the interaction as far as it would go
6. Multiple venue insta-date, good management of logistics
7. Strong extraction move
8. Using Woodhaven’s LMR technique combined with simply ignoring her and physically escalating to overcome LMRInitial Approach:
Recently, I’ve been doing a good amount of daytime sarging (3-4 days a week). I’d been concentrating on nighttime for a while, so I thought it’d take me a while to get back into it. I got back into it pretty fast — after getting blown out of 30-35 sets with only a few crappy numbers to show for it, I was starting to get insta-dates and much more solid numbers.
It’s a beautful day out, and I was sarging solo and concentrating on lonewolfs. I’d opened 3 or 4 girls outdoors, nothing doing, so I decided to head inside Newbury comics, an artsy-emo type record store.
It’s a cool place — they have a lot of independent artists that you won’t find in a more corporate record store. I spot this redhead with purple sunglasses on, tight jeans, killer body. I’ve got this thing for redheads, so I approach right away.
A technique I’ve tried lately for opening is going in without knowing what you’re going to open with — just approaching the girl and letting something come out of your mouth. It’s been working fairly well — usually the verbal content of my openers is so-so, but the spontaneity of the approach makes it work much better.
I open her “Hey…do you know if they have any Sage Francis here?” She looks at me like I’m retarded. “Who?” “He’s an underground rapper. I thought you’d know, you kind of have the Newbury comics look.” This makes her laugh.
The Newbury comics look thing is a neg that I’ve been experimenting with lately, if that’s the word for it. For some reason I find that it opens girls up if you tell them that they have the look of whatever place you’re in. Like whenever they say something that kind of supports it say “Yeah I can tell…you’ve got the hip-hop club look, I can tell you’re really ghetto, like 50 cent (when she’s obviously not)” — or “Yeah I can tell, you totally look like someone who goes to candy stores all the time” It works best in eccentric kind of places, where it’s kind of an odd backhanded compliment.
Anyways, she starts to open up. She asks why she has the Newbury comics look, I tell her because she’s wearing a purple shirt and purple sunglasses. She laughs again, and I tease her about wearing sunglasses inside for a little bit. She’s like well, it helps me maintain my mysterious aura (keeping the vibe going). I say, yeah, you look pretty mysterious, I bet you’re a secret agent from….Lithuania (just saying a random country).
I get lukcy here, she’s like OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU KNOW I’M LITHUANIAN? I say, oh, I’ve got the full briefing on you. Apparently, you’re a very dangerous girl. I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of scared (taking a step away, she giggles). I keep going with it: Yeah, it’s OK though, you can be my bodyguard, if anyone messes with me you can kick their ass…I keep going like this for a little while, with a little incidental kino at high points. I do some small rapport and light screening, we’re standing there for about ten minutes talking.
I ask her what she’s doing now. She says “Well, I’m on a mission…and it involves lots of shopping…and ice cream at some point.” I say “Well, I’m on a similar mission…I think we should join forces (yes, I actually said this. It’s nerdy, but it flowed well from the vibe of the conversation). She’s like good idea, and we leave the store together.
The key here was going for the insta-date. It’s my policy now to always push pickups to the farthest point before taking a number unless there’s something else I have to be doing soon. Looking back, there’s a lot of times where I could have gotten laid but I took a crappy phone number instead. Like someone on ASF said once, phone numbers aren’t a goal, they’re a last resort for when logistics don’t work out.
Insta-date:
I decide to get ice cream first, and ask her what’s a good place around here. She points me to a place across the street. She’s leading, but I frame it as her giving me compliance: “This is awesome, you’re going to be like my guide to (the shopping district we were in) and show me all the cool stuff.” This frames it like she’s doing something for me for free.
We get ice cream, and get a corner booth. By this time, I realize that all my active value building is done. I have enough value to fuck this girl right now — I just need attainability and compliance, which is like 70% of the game. I ease off the teasing, and start doing things to make myself more attainable and to get her to work for me.
Attainability: This is all happening so fast, it’s essential that she feels qualified. I tell her that this is awesome, I haven’t had ice cream like this in a long time, and I feel like I’m a kid again. This shows that I’m having a good time with her, which is good coming from a place of higher value. When she gets on a negative thread about how Boston people suck, I cut her thread by qualifying her on how friendly and outgoing she is. I also say “Aww, you laugh a lot, that’s so cute.” Basically, vibing with everything I’ve got that I’m genuinely interested in her. I’m also using future adventures projection heavily, saying stuff like “Alright, we gotta do some crazy stuff together…we should go skydiving, and go to one of those places where they have someone videotape your face as you’re falling…and you’d be all scared, but it’d be funny, and then we could get drunk together afterwards and watch it over and over…”
Compliance: I run my usual screening game on her. She qualifies herself for everything, except she says that she never cooks, and mostly eats yogurt and nutri-grain bars. I playfully punish her — “Oh no, that’s terrible…I wanted to marry you and live in a house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids, but now that’s never going to happen. She gets on a bad, negative thread about how she just got divorced — I let it go on for a little too long before I cut it. No major damage done though, and we’re soon having fun again.
We finish our ice cream, and bounce to the stores outside. We hit up a few stores, and eventually wander into the mall nearby. We go into a makeup store, and I’m say “OK…I’m giving you a makeover. You can trust me, I’m a professional makeup artist.”
She rolls her eyes, but I go to work. I pick out a clown shade of red lipstick, and smear it haphazardly on the general area of her lips. I finish, and I’m like “Wow…you look amazing.” She looks at what I’ve done in the mirror, and she’s like “Oh my god!” and she hits me. As she’s wiping it off, I say, that’s terrible, you looked so beautiful, it matched your hair and everything.
Next, we hit up the book store. She goes straight to the astrology section because she’s into that weird shit. I get one of those “365 sex positions” books, and we look through it. Sometimes I wonder if the people who write these kinds of sex books have ever actually had sex. We laugh at the ridiculous yoga positions, and sit next to each other on the floor reading and talking.
We start talking about drugs, and I tell her that I used to smoke weed a lot, but I haven’t in a long time. She’s like, yeah, I’ve only smoked weed once…I’ve got some coke at my house though. I’m not surprised, she seemed like a party girl. So of course I say “Cool. Want to do it with me?” I didn’t have any intention of actually doing it, I just did it for extraction purposes.
Now I’m totally not into drugs, but they make such a solid extraction move. Seriously. Every time I try a complex artsy-fartsy “want to see my gerbil’s fingerpaintings” it doesn’t work, but a simple “wanna blaze” is infallible. I think it has to do with being congruent to my personality. I’m a party guy, so non-party extraction moves seem contrived. Where else, alcohol and drug extractions seem natural, even though I really don’t drink or smoke that much. It’s just because I *seem* like the kind of person who drinks and smokes a lot. Go figure.
She says sure — she just has to get a few more books, and then go grocery shopping. I’m like, cool, and I tell her I’ll be right back. I tell her to hold my bags while I’m gone (compliance). I run through the mall, and to a nearby convenience store where I pick up some condoms, then run back.
She gets her books, and we walk to the grocery store together. This was one of those moves which was theoretically bad, but logistically necessary. Me tagging along to go grocery shopping with her was big negative compliance, but it was necessary. Otherwise, she probably would have just left. While I’m in the store, I try to offset the negative compliance as much as possible by having her still hold my bags, and by taking a few phone calls.
We check out, and then go to leave. She has a bunch of heavy grocery bags and is still carrying my bags. This is verging on being a dick, so I take my bags back. Suddenly, she realizes she’s lost her wallet. She goes through all her bags and it’s not there, she starts freaking out. Finally, she goes to the lost and found, and finds it.
She gets on the negative topic of losing stuff and how people will steal things, and it takes a few thread cuts before I can get her off it. We walk to the subway, and hop on the train to her house.
In the subway station, she asks out of the blue “what’s your number,” then says that she’s big into text messaging. I tell her that’s good, and I expect her to send me at least 45 text messages a day. This establishes attainability, because I’m implying that I want to see her again after today. It also builds compliance, because she’s doing something for me. We text each other on the train while sitting right next to each other until we go underground, at which point we’re forced to resort to actual talking.
Isolation, LMR and Lay:
We get to her house, and drop off her groceries. I ask if she has anything to drink. She says no, but she can run out and get something. We run down to the liquor store and she decides to pick up a decent quality champagne. She pays for it (compliance).
We get back to her place, and pop open the champagne. She pulls out a ziplock bag with a smidgeon of white powder in one corner, which is presumably her coke. I tell her that I’m not in the mood, and I’d rather just drink. She puts in away, and says “maybe another time.” Haa — maybe not.
I pop in one of her CDs, and sit next to her on the couch. I ask her “So…what’s your story?” which is a great question for building rapport. It basically asks the person to tell you whatever it is they think you need to know in order to really know who they are. She tells me some stories about her life, some funny, some sad. I listen, building attainability and compliance.
She puts in a Snoop Dogg CD, and starts rapping along with him. It’s entertaining to see this little redhead girl saying that she’s the motherfuckin’ D-O-G-G for a little while, but it’s stalling the sarge out and disrupting the continuous flow of action. I let her finish the song, then tell her I’m tired, and that we should go to bed. She kills the radio and the lights, and we crash.
We keep talking for a little while after she turns off the lights, then I roll on top of her. I put my face about an inch from her’s. She says “Um…I don’t know if you want to be doing this…” I say “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t be doing this” and then I start making out with her.
I keep physically escalating, with sporadic LMR along the same lines of how I shouldn’t be involved with her. I either say “Yeah…I probably shouldn’t” and keep escalating, or I just ignore her, and make out with her so that she can’t talk. After like the fourth time she says it, I’m worried she might have AIDS or something, so I ask “Why shouldn’t I be involved with you?”
She goes on about how she just got divorced but it’s not legally binding yet, and how she’s in love with this other dude, and a bunch of other shit I didn’t listen to. After a while I realize there’s no AIDS, so I go back to my refrain “Yeah…that sounds bad…I definitely don’t want to get involved with you…” and then I make out with her more.
I keep taking off her clothes, LMR is weaker from here on. Then I obliterate it by eating her out. As is my policy for first-timers, I give her an orgasm by eating her out before I fuck her. This is because the first time having sex the girl is not comfortable with you yet, and is not fully immersed in the experience. A clitoral orgasm allows her some release and allows her to let go of her conscious thoughts and worries, preparing her for when you fuck her. This makes the sex much better.
Like almost all new girls, she takes forever to cum. I persist and experiment with a variety of strokes, until she starts to get really turned on. Then, I start applying more pressure with my tongue and push her over the edge. Immediately after she cums in my mouth, I lie on top of her and give her a kiss, allowing her to taste her own pussy. She’s lovin’ it.
I get a condom and strap up, then enter her. I fuck her for a good amount of time, until we’re both dripping sweat. She’s able to cum multiple times, which is unusual for a new girl no matter how well they’re fucked. I’m guessing this is because she’s a party girl, and she’s used to new sexual partners. This was the best sex I’ve had with a first-time girl, although it can’t compare to sex with my baby because I have such strong emotions for her.
Afterwards, I hold her and she falls asleep in my arms, which is excellent for converting newly laid girls into MLTRs. I’m not sure if I want to yet, because I suspect she does a lot of coke and I don’t want to be around that. But I did it anyways on principle, just to play solid game to the end.
I have to wake up early that morning for a doctor’s appointment. She’s still sleeping. I get dressed and grab my bags. I give her a kiss on the forehead and she gives me a little sleepy smile, and I head out the door.
Again, the keys:
1. Opening naturally with a situational opener
2. Following the opener with a well calibrated “neg”
3. Quality spontaneous conversation interspersed with teasing, cold reads and reframes
4. Well calibrated kino
5. Not bailing out by taking a number — insta-dating and pushing the interaction as far as it would go
6. Multiple venue insta-date, good management of logistics
7. Strong extraction move
8. Using Woodhaven’s LMR technique combined with simply ignoring her and physically escalating to overcome LMR
as seen on Sex Revolution
