The Burlesque Dancer and the Dream Cruise


So, We have to take a quick break from Rainbow Dash for a minute because I’m working with a student right now, and I am trying to teach him a few subtleties to his game that I feel this Report has in it. This is a report about open to close. I wont say much about it because, already, it’s pretty long. Keep in mind, I wrote this when I was a bit younger.  I probably have a lot different mindset back then.  Enjoi

by Geese Howard » August 19th, 2007, 8:58 pm

My Field Reports are long so grab yourself some tea, coffee, or a snack if you are actually gonna read this. Cigarettes are cool too and for you Highons its cool if you smoke a little but dont get so high that you cant remember anything.

So its 1:30 and I haven’t heard of one person joining me for the Dreamcruise so I decide to head out anyways and take Mr. Poop for a walk.

I walk for a few minutes and as always Poop is pulling massive attraction. Its kinda hard to have Poop as a wingman. Sometimes people are checking him out, not even paying the least bit of attention to me. Every once in a while, though it pays off. Not today however.

I walk and see 0 sets. Its early. all the hot chicks are still hungover or having their last bit of sex before they go home to get ready to go out.

Eventually I see this chick whos ok. Shes the Medical marijuana chick. I say simply, “Youre from Flint.”

“Yes I am.”

We talk for a minute and she mentions her husband or something but I just keep blabbing about ppl from flint. I had no interest in this chick at all and was doing warm ups. However, I did notice something. I started moving slowly and she was walking with me talking. She asked my name.

I decided to run an expirement. I stopped and she stopped and we talked some more. I didn’t bust her for asking my name, I simply told her. More BS then I started moving slowly to see. Yep, she moved with me some more. Soon she was asking my name again. Then I busted on her about smoking too much dope giving her ‘No Term’ memory.

Soon another person came up who was interested in signing the petition so I moved on. PS I had made it clear from the get go that I had already signed the petition at DEMF to rule out any possibility of the interaction being about her trying to get me to sign.

I walked some more. I see this chick walking by a few minutes later with her dog. Im eating but want to approach so I start doing the stalk. Me and Dillon totally Stalked chicks at DEMF trying to make it seem like we werent at all following them and then opening them pretty successfully once they stopped. I did the same here. Im walking along at a distance kind of happening along the same path she was but soon enough Mr Poop fucks it all up. A lady walks up and says, “OMG you have a Bulldog! I have a boxer! Can I pet him? Will he bite me?”


I always say yes if someone asks if my dog bites them in the context of “Can I pet him?”

Or if they ask if they can pet him I say, “No.”

But Im kidding and usually I say that after the look of disappointment crosses their face.

This lady didnt care. She pet him anyways. So I Stopped and chatted and my Target disappeared.

Oh well.

So I walked after a few minutes up to woodward looking for a place to chill, have a drink and tie Poop up to the railing outside so we both could relax.

I see a semi cute 2 set and another semi cute 3 set in a full outside area. I open the closest 2 set.

“Can you guys do me a favor? I need you to drink your drinks down real fast and get outta here so I can have your table.” 🙂

Cute girl one: “Oh you want this table?”

Nothing really interesting went on with these two. I really did just want their table, but the one on the right had big boobs and was drunk already from the night before. I talked and busted on them a little and the whole interaction was fun. Something Funny happened and I totally got the one friend to laugh at the other friend about something but my combination of quick with and absentmindedness sometimes doesnt quite pay off when I want to rememeber something cool I said.

So Im facing away from them a little and I see a chick walk by. 5’8″ or so, nice body, red hair dyed, perky, big looking boobs, pretty face and kind of that punk/bettie page/retro look that does it for me.


Here she comes…

I have three seconds to come up with that intriguing, kickass, Im the alpha, engaging opener that will stop her dead in her tracks and make her want to come over and have sex with me…

I look, she’s wearing a blue shirt with a Felix the Cat on it.

Brilliant Opener here it comes… Shes close enough to hear me.

“Hey you have Felix the Cat on your shirt!”
(I specifically remembered this for you opener fixated guys out there.)

HBSproket: Yep. (as she keeps walking barely looking at me)
Me: Because I like Felix the cat and always used to want to watch it when I was a kid. (Fucking Mr Smooth talker right now :oops: )

But the whole time Im picturing Lovedrops Ass on the MM vids saying, “… and the next time he was in set he just stayed where he was and leaned back and kept talking louder… and louder…” So I stood. I didn’t turn with her as she walked by and I kept getting louder and simply turned my head as I talked my Wonderful opener, and guess what? She stopped. She was four feet past me and just like that miss, “I could really give a fuck about what youre saying right now” mysteriously Stopped and turned a little to face me.

I successfully stopped a moving target like they told us was not too likely in the Juggler workshop. Not that I agreed but Ive heard alot of the Guru types say how hard it is to stop a moving target because the only thing on their mind is their destination. Of course RJ says the key is to break their state. Then Lovedrop says, “If I see guys following a moving set, You’re Out! Trust me You’re Out!”

So I asked her if she’s even ever watched Felix the Cat before while simultaneousy turning somewhat to face her.

HBSproket: Yea
Me: Bullshit! Dude I looked all over the TV when I was a kid and I could never find it.

HB: I did watch it. (Smiling a little.)
Me: What channel did you see it on?

And we’re off. So We have a minute conversation about Felix the Cat. IMHO it wasnt anything that was being said that made a fuck of a difference. My next brilliant thread was about something I cant even remember and possibly about DreamCruise stuff and mostly fluff the I asked her where she was headed. OK sure I was being a little smart ass and doing some Cockyfunny but my state was good and so it made for a good state. Keep in mind the warmups. We talked for about 4 minutes.

So she tells me she’s headed to the WAB. I tell her, “Well then I guess you’re fucked.”

HB: Why?
ME: Because I just walked by there a minute ago and they’re having some Private Party. Thats why Im standing here waiting for these two girls to leave so I can snag a table. (mentally I said it on purpose to see if she would bite – she did)
HB: Then you want some company?
Me: No. (smile)
(and I say it really child like when I say a stupid No to a chick, like Not real loud but deep and forceful and bratty.)
Just kidding, you can join me, just dont get any ideas. (you know this last part might or might not be what I said but it was something to that effect Im sure of it.)

So I tell her to grab the table as the chicks miraculously get up at the exact right moment. So she does and I tie up Mr Poop to the rail and we sit.

We drink Bloody Mary’s and I playfully bust on the waitress and Mr Poop is doing his job as a wingman getting everyone to talk to me and making me shine as a social guy. People are taking pictures of him and girls are asking me about him and so on and my target who I sporadically talk to and then ignore at intervals sits and orders food and we sip away at Bloody Marys and have a good time.

Most of the interaction went naturally for a while for me. I riffed. I do that alot. Then I was running out of stuff to say.

Times that she asked me personal stuff I ducked and dodged.

HB: Where did you move from?
Me: I don’t think we’ve reached the point in the relationship yet where we can talk about that kinda stuff yet. We’re still on small talk.

So it was going OK. I wasnt exactly seducing her I dont think. Until.

Me: talking about blah blah then stopping and looking around as if thinking: “Isnt it interesting how everyone is so different yet in so many ways we’re all the same?”

HB: Well I guess so but I don’t think that applys to everyone. Blah Blah Blah.

Me: I know but I’ve moved around alot in my time and I grew up in Europe at a young age. (I went into my Grew up in Europe Memory Routine that is my real experience and really didnt start out as a routine but I realised I always tell the story in a good set. Comfort I suppose.)

Then I totally Tangent out and am off and gone for a minute talking about people. Then I reopen the Pattern Thread and continue.

“I mean… Hmm. Ok! For example. I dunno what it is you do when you decide for yourself that you wanna be with someone… And so on…”

I get to the part about connecting so strongly with and she says, “Yea but That doesn’t really happen very often.”

But up until that point I could SEE her trance. I guess they call it DDB. So I didnt freak I simply turned it back on.

You’re right. I dont think it happens very often to me either, but sometimes you just meet this person that your talking to and something just clicks and you can just feel that connection. Now, with me Its different… Blah Blah Blah you get the point. The Key to NLP IMO is twofold. They say use the patterns as guidelines to make up your own language. I say use the patterns like a written song and then riff off of them like Jimi Hendrix Playing the National Anthem at Woodstock or ‘Gloria’ for that matter.

Back to the pattern and finish.

She starts opening up and talking about stuff like that and somehow something she said reminded me of the Incredible Connection pattern somewhere a little into it so aRiffing I go into the middle of the pattern and I can see her trance back on.
BAM! (Like Emeril.)

I honestly believe the more I use patterns that they are powerful motherfuckers. I even believe I have a natural tendancy to induce trance with them because I actually believe that EVERY time I do one I notice a difference in the chick and how she responds afterwords.

So far its just the connections pattern but HERE is the SMALL detail that forwarded the interaction to the next step.

One word.


We were talking about paying for drinks in a light hearted way and keep in mind we were bantering back and forth alot too. She actually said that she thought I was good conversation at the beginning because I had thrown my smart ass remarks at her rather quickly.

So she says something about me buying her drink and I say, “I cant pay for your drink. We havent even kissed ‘yet’.” No cheesy pause before yet or anything but she picked it right up.

She laughed and said, “You said yet.”

Me: Yea but I cant promise you anything. 🙂  All you get is interesting conversation and good company. Besides, are you adventurous?

Her: Yeah blah blah blah.

We talked more.

The drinks were gone and she mentioned at least once in the conversation that she had to go put money in the meter for her car. I didn’t buy.

Me: Its so cool meeting you its too bad I cant hang out with you any more.

Her: Why?

Me: I gotta take Mr Poop Home. He cant be out in this too long.

Her: Well you can walk with me back to my car if you want on the way.

Me: Ok Maybe. But you gotta win this bet first.

ENTER: Five questions.

Of course she lost and with all seriousness (well feigned seriousness) I said, “Pleasure meeting you.”

of course we talked a little more and that was all. I walked away and we never saw each other again.

The End.

Yeah right.

So the bill comes and I say, “Well I suppose I could walk with you to your car if you bought my Bloody Mary for me.” 🙂

She did.

She didn’t even put up a fake fight.

So I start more intrusive kino on the walk putting my hand around her back then pulling it away ala R.J. (Give em something they like then pull it away just when you think they like it. Leave em wanting more.)

Now comes Spontaneity. I ask her on the way, “Are you Spontaneous?”

HB: Yea, blah blah blah.

and soon we’re at her car. I again remind her I gotta take Poop home but she had already said she wanted to have another drink somewhere so I said, “Why dont you ride with me and we can drop him off and come back?” She said OK.

She puts money in the meter and my brain says, “Kiss her NOW!”

My old self started saying, “Too early” but I knew What I had to do no matter how silly the timing seemed or how I didnt think we were there yet.

I did the Swingcat – Kissing School Routine.

I tried to kiss her and…


however it was a good rejection.

HB: You cant kiss me. Im not that easy.
Me: What happened to all that spontaneity?
HB: Im not that spontaneous.
Me: So you have rules… Real spontaneous. What are your Rules? (David X)
HB: I dont have any rules.
Me: You didnt just kiss me that seems like a rule to me.
HB: I just met you Im not easy. Im not that spontaneous.

Keep in mind we’re walking to my car and Im not drilling her, this is all light hearted.

We drive to my house and on the way I run Sexual Predators by TD (since Sonics has been on about how good it is.) Wait NO. Thats the car ride back. I cant remember what we talked about on the way.

Anyways the key to my house is this. David DeAngelo learned a trick from Riker I believe. Bring the chick to your place, let her in to feel comfortable or even wonder whats gonna happen next and then LEAVE right away.

We did but on the way out I went for the kiss again, My state was on and she denied me again, this time saying, “Besides. You didn’t steal a kiss.”

So I did! Short makeout like five seconds then I pulled away and said, “Thats all you get.”

HB: Thats all YOU get!  🙂

FRAMEs are so wonderful especially when you know you just stole hers from her.

Sexual Predators… Walking back my game was ON and she was done. It was FTW at this point. I pulled a Sonics “Lets see if we fit.” during the walk back to the new bar. She had taken to grabbing my ass.

OK Rewind:

My doorway after the second rejection she started touching my ass.

I’m like: Seriously? You can grab my ass but I cant kiss you?

Thats when she said, “Yea but you didn’t Steal a kiss.” Instructing me exactly what she wanted me to do.

Fast Forward:

The bar – Sexual State – ppl were noticing. She started asking me from time to time, “Where did you come from?”

The bartender chick at one point tried to AMOG me when we were kissing with something about, “Do you have enough to go around?”

Me: What you wanna kiss?
BT: No I mean you got enough of her to go around? (Im sure she realised she just walked into something with someone she didnt want to walk into it with – she mustve heard the response I was thinking right at that moment because before I had a chance to answer she Switched gears) Besides there’s children in here.

Me: If I ran this country there I would teach these kids how to learn this stuff early. Wouldnt you want guys to be better a this stuff?
BT: Id vote for ya! Don’t you hate it when you try to kiss a guy and you have to teach him what to do? (to HB. I win again.) She went on like this for a couple mins and it just made me look even better.

Routine: Me: (My own) Im a big fan of the HighSchool make out. Its a lost art. You know how when you were in highschool you could just get together and make out all heavy for hours and you didn’t even care if it went anywhere. I love doing that, Im reviving it.

Shits on now.

We walk and Im barely talking now. I dont have to. Its all kino. PPL are looking at us, the spiky haired guy and the hot Burlesque chick (by the by – she is a Burlesque dancer and she is on Youtube.)

I remember that my Yoga Teacher had a Rock-Band going on at the Gym and I went to see. I social Proofed that place eyeing another target and standing there with this chick draped all over me and dancing on me like Im king Kool. The target I totally gave strong Eye contact opened me. “Arent you Poops Dad?”

We talked a merged set then after a minute my chick walked off to get a beer. Working my new target a little I blabbed about something and Just so happened to throw in, “So I was wandering around and I met her and…”

HBNaia: Wait! You mean the chick you’re all over? You just met her?
Me: Well shes kinda on me too, but yea. (my attitude was like, I don’t get it. Whats the big deal? Isnt that kinda thing normal?)

So we talked some more and I found out that she was gonna take the Naia Class at my Gym.

ME: You know I was actually gonna check out that class too.   Maybe I’ll see ya there.

Also at one point the older High Value (she just beams high value – some ppl just do) chick who manages the gym totally walks up to me and gives me huge props in front of my set and calls me cute and everything.

One more thing from the party. There was this girl from the gym; short, stocky-built, atheletic – cute as hell and even slightly muscular. I gamed her a little too.

When I said, Maybe Ill see you at the gym, she said, “Sure Im usually there working out with a guy named Bora.” as if to say, “I can see your game buddy and Ill be with another guy.”

Me: Really? You know Borat?!
Her: Bora
Me: Thats awesome, tell him I liked his movie.
Her: Its Bora
Me: Seriously. Borat works out here?

She started laughing and smiling and showed me a picture of the guy. With his name under it.

I ignored it and kept rambling about Borat and how I didnt think Borat looked like he worked out.

So I said after a lull in the action, “Let’s walk.” and started walking. (HBSproket again) and the Yoga chick who has eyes for me sees me leave in the middle of her song and I flash her the peace sign.

We walk a block and I direct HBSproket around the block back the way we came and into an alley. We find one of those enclosed Doorways and I direct her in there and we make out and are pushing each other against the wall and switching dominant roles and getting each other generally Horny.

This goes on for a few and again shes asking me, “Where did you come from?”

We walk some more and happen upon the next enclosed doorway and SHE pushes me in there and more make out and mock Shtooping.

Back to the party for a bit then back to my house.

We walk back to our cars so she can follow me to my house to “watch Borat” since we joked about it and then I asked her if she ever saw the movie.

We drove to my house and she wanted me to play a CD she had so I did. She starts Stripper lap dancing me and she can fucking MOVE. I literally felt like I was getting a lap dance in a strio club in my own home.

Thre was definately more Push and Pull going on – For instance – Earlier before we decided to go back to my house She said, “Lets not plan anything, lets just go with the flow.”

I read somewhere – maybe even here recently someones idea on how to counter that so I stole it – if you read this and its you give yourself credit below and thanks.

I said, “It’s ok. We dont have to have sex.”

It somehow blew here state a little and she made this sad face but then the deal was sealed and she was back at my house.

Anyways later on we stopped the makeout and lap dancing for a while and I decided that instead of going in for the *close right away I would put it off. So we went into the computer room and played with Myspace.

Then after a bit she was pulling me back onto her and soon I just sorta took my penis out and we went from there.

She started rubbing it and then says, “If only you had some lubrication I could stroke it better.”

Gee look! I just happen to have some left!  🙂

So it went on and on from there.

Plus afterwords I gave her a spanking, like Seriously. She wanted me to call her bad girl and all that. God that was fun.

Im trying to discover the LMR but I have said in the past I just dont really ever get that much LMR when I close a chick. I have a natureal tendancy to be good at push so now that Ive added the pull and am getting better all the time its pretty much constant until the close. Up until the point I closed her there was always that, “We dont have to do this tonight – or Thats all youre getting” mentality.

After the interaction was in its closing phase she commented, “I knew you would be like this! I’m glad I met you.”

I asked (being ever on the quest for knowledge) “When did you know?”

She said, “As soon as I saw you I knew.”

I was like, “Yea but when I first talked to you you didn’t say much.”

She replied, “Yea but you kept talking.”

“So what would have happened had I not talked to you or stopped talking after you kinda brushed me off?” I asked her?

She said, “I would have kept walking.”

I said, “Really just like that? You wouldn’t have even tried talking to me?”

“Nope,” she answered me simply, “You’re the man.”

What fun!

Questions? Comments? You still awake?


The Chrissy Chronicles

Themesong of the Day:

Postby Geese Howard » January 17th, 2008, 6:46 pm

This one is one of my favorite chicks so far. She wasn’t the best looking of them, she wasn’t the smartest, she didn’t have everything I wanted (but since Ive been gaming I’m not sure if there’s a chick out there who does) but the sheer size of her tits; and not sloppy weird tits but for their size 36 FF they were amazingly proportioned and shaped – they even had that split down the middle; and the eventual fun I would have with them several times was fantastic, putting her up there in the top 5 for sure.

Ok so I remember one night I went to my brothers house and we were chilling and I was tired, ready to just call it a night and go to bed. My brother as like, “Let’s go out for one.” (we used to make jokes about Robbie B. who was one of the natural kids I knew back after highschool who would always say, “Let’s go to the bar for ‘one'”which never amounted to just 1 or anywhere near 1.).

So I go to the bar and sit there and drink a beer – man was it good, it’s always that way whenI drink. It’s like you can just feel that sensation of liquid goodness going down your throat and into your belly and soon the tiredness is gone – replaced by this magical creature inside that relly doesn’t care about anything but having fun. I have been drunk in my life and have remembered several times saying to myself, “This is how Im supposed to be.” This is exactly the reason I have learned to control the amount of drinking I do.

So I start playing one of those bar games they have at the counter on the TV looking thingy, the touch screen ones and soon this young beautiful chick comes and sits next to me, but when I say young I give a good look over at her and the table she’s with and I’m thinking Highschool. However she sits there and after a minute she’s playing the game and I remark how she’s just sitting there so I would hit on her. The set opens and I work this “set”, if you wanna call it that, and yet she swears when I voice my suspicions that she’s 22. OK fine so I play and she bites. After a while though even though IMO the set was going extremely well she returns back to her friends, of whom I socially proofed by working the whole set of them, and getting the girls smiling and laughing.

Whatever… So my brother starts talking to this chick who is sitting next to him who is part of a two set. One chick is on the opposite side at the bar and in order to naturally do the right thing I go sit opposite where I was to occupy the obstacle. However the obsticle was pretty cute and I just so happened to notice that once I sat next to her – even though she had a nice shirt on and over shirt that sort of hid them with all sorts of colors and argyle – that she appeared to have huge tits. This is, as I like to say, one of my favorite things about a girls personality.

I open with a canned opener. I cannot recall which one but it didn’t matter. I was drinking. I could have opened talking about $hit or vomit and made it sound fun. I think the conversation flowed and then I mentioned something about her boobs being big and she asked, “How can you tell (she really did have them hidden pretty well)?”

I’m writing this report to talk about the BS that works when you don’t even try that hard. In other words I used a couple different openers as conversational material; OH! and the fact that the younger chick came back and we chatted for a bit and I would take turns ignoring one chick and then the other but my mind was focused on big tits so I think the younger chick eventually left back to her friends, not that it mattered if she really was in highschool as I suspected. Im not a pederass.

Soon the chick kissed me on the cheek – I will call her Chrissy for fun. Chrissy kissed me on the cheek and then went to dance with her friend. That’s a go – I should have made out with her! Not in my opinion. I wont even kiss a chick the first meeting if I don’t think there’s a chance of fucking her. I like to kiss and lead to fucking so I will almost never make out with chicks in a club or bar unless the opportunity presents itself and she comes out to my car to “listen to this cool CD I think she’d like.” And then car fucking is not my gig either; even though one of my memories of fucking in an S-10 I used to have, with this chick with a phenominal body, and sex drive, envisions her left knee being torn open and bloody from fucking me on top in the passenger seat, with her knee rubbing on the seat belt thingy (that the Seatbelt snaps into). Still, not enough room. I like moving and shifting and spinning her around 69 and having her on my face and fucking all over the place and moving the bed (used to move the bed at my exes house from fucking her so hard.)

Anyways we didn’t kiss and eventually I do the mystery thing where we exchange numbers, and I go away later a little drunk. Chrissy was 23 years old to my 33. 10 years younger. Not my youngest when I was 33 – that would be 20. I didn’t score at 18 and Im a little disappointed. I think secretly that’s why I’m getting in great shape, is that I want a 18 year old and if I look old and chubby it’s gonna be that much harder to score one.

So a couple weeks later (for some reason I think I tried her once then didn’t for a week or so.) we met at the local Applebees for a glass of wine. I was telling her on the phone that I wanted to take pictures of her but she eventually ended up being too shy. Oh well.

So we sat up at applebees for one and soon I say, “Hey let’s go to my house and watch a movie.” I don’t even think I was specific but I sort of planted the suggestion on the phone that we would probably head back to my house. So we rode in my car. “I can just drive you back later on.”

Back at my house I sat on the comfy couch and she next to me and turned on the movie. We didn’t even make it through half way before she literally mounted me as the 23 year old big tit aggreser. We did our thing and fucked and those giant beautiful tits would swing into my face and then we would quit.

Thing is, that phone game sucked with her because it was literally hard to hook up. I would call her and she would be busy and not able to hang out – so I came to the conclusion that she was a 23 year old who had her own life (jesus my dog stinks – 1 sec. Have to light incense. “What kind of incense?” you say. Satya Celestial OMG it smells SOOO Good and if I go on a day 2 Before I even go I light one or two quality incense sticks before I go. If you have this celestial stuff or even better, well… just as good anyways look for the indian looking boxes that are pretty generic looking and have Mfrs. ‘Shrinivas Sugandhalaya‘ on the box. Superhit is my favorite)

OK stop getting me sidetracked!!

So she was a 23 year old with a life. I would make it a point to not call her for a few days at a time and then soon enough she was coming over more and more frequently and we started fucking regular.

Something else interesting. I got bored. I do this alot. I got bored with a chick almost perfect for me so I didn’t talk to her for a while and then once day I was bored being bored so I called her and BAM! Business as usual – because one thing I notice with chicks is that if you establish yourself as, my old FB A. used to say, the “Go-to-guy” then chicks put you into a special rules catagory where you can do shit like call them out of the blue and they will still fuck you.

So ya. We went to Cedar Point and then after that I kinda ended it but not really. we still Fucked from time to time. Then she went to Central and then we lost contact. I am still hoping that we can regain contact somehow like myspace or whatever but I would also like to find another big breasted chick like her to fulfill more of my childhood masturbatory fantasies with. We shall see.

Postby Zlibby » January 17th, 2008, 9:15 pm

I know YOU don’t promote ‘brag’ reports, I’m just curiuos what it is with this particular LR that made you post it. In other words, tell these guys what the keys to your LR were. I’m sure I have a pretty good idea what worked, but… clarify if you would. SPECIFICS MF!

Postby Geese Howard » January 17th, 2008, 9:41 pm

I’m writing this report to talk about the BS that works when you don’t even try that hard.

besides that. It’s all in the subtleties, my man. Besides that again. Im really only writing these for me.My point of this is not about bragging so much as it was about talking about the fact that sometimes you can just get laid without alot of hooplah or even by playing good wing.Also a couple key points was that I have found it quite interesting with certain chicks how once you establish yourself as the “Go-to-guy” that you can pretty much ignore them or not even be in touch with them for long spans of time and you can still end up fucking them.

With this chick Im pretty sure it was a month of no talking or contact whatsoever. With another I know I swear I didn’t so much as call her for like 2 months and then sure enough one night I called her and she was over that night Fing like it was nothing. Other girls I was sort of seeing and broke up with will eventually hunt you down for one or two trysts more in between their other conquests of boys. Several of my x girlfriends called on me after breaking up for Encore presentations.

So if you’re looking for value. It might not be in the overall pick up but it might be more in the little things I say.

I really do find that many things that work for me are unexpected or by accident. Sometimes I can’t explain them or don’t plan them so by writing some of these reports I am attempting to bring some of that out. If and when I have something Specific to point out I may try to do just that.

The fucking incense is GOLD information in and of itself.

Postby Ghost » January 19th, 2008, 7:50 am

This report is cool, it sounded to me like something I picture myself doing as I imagined it. Very smooth and natural. That is the way I like to roll. Sometimes you have to be chill and watch for the opportune moments to take action and thats what this report is a prime example of.
Natural:  Someone who has a natural ability to seduce women.  Many times they don’t even know how they do it, they just do – hence the term “Natural”.
Set: Social person or group of people you interact with.
2 Set: A group with 2 people.
Obstacle: Persons or person in the Set who is/are not your “Target”.  They could be obstacles to you successfully seducing your intended target – Hence the term Obstacle.
Open:  Starting a conversation with a set, not just talking speaking to someone, but actually engaging them so that they are at least interested/listening or talking back.
Canned Opener:  Stock Material if you will.  Something you will say again and again to different people to “open” them.
Phone Game:  Ability to followup and interact with a woman over the phone.  There is also Text Game.
LR:  Lay Report
Brag Report:  Writing a report about getting laid without including valuable information about how you accomplished it.  Basically like schoolyard kids talking about kissing girls.
Geese Howard:  My old Pseudonym.