Having not been very social due to a psycho [ex]wife and back-to-back deployments... it was daunting to get back out there. I pushed through the fear and put myself out there. It was obvious now that I had been ignoring some really crucial points about game as a whole (inner and outer). I made the decision to do some research. I read Neil's book a long time ago, so my exposure to all of this was from there. I looked back into it online, found RSD and immersed myself in it since it felt like I had a working knowledge of the principles; it didn't feel so foreign to me.
So let me get to the point already. A few months ago, I met a Columbian chick on POF. I'd say she's between a 6 and 7 depending on if she's talking or not. We met for coffee and went on a few weak ass dates. I'll take responsibility for that since I'm a man about it. I knew I wanted to close her but, she was feisty as fuck. Always shit-testing me before I even knew what that was. I guess I fared well since she still wanted to chill. I picked her up at some point in October for a day date. She got on my nerves and I dropped her off before we even made it to brunch or whatever weak ass plan I had then. I decided that she wasnt worth the effort.
Later that month, I'm in Phoenix on business for about 2 months. I meet this 8.5 Israeli babe in the Scottsdale mall. This day, I was definitely in state and number closed her in 3 mins. The rest of the week, my text and phone game was on point with her. She couldn't wait for the weekend. I meet with her and stay on point with everything: conversation, escalation, push-pull. I take her back to bar in the hotel lobby. I kiss close her there. Knowing a bit about the culture, I trust my instinct. Its telling me to display intent but not pull her that night. It worked. She met me the next weekend and we fucked the entire time.
When I headed back to Raleigh, the Israeli chick transferred there just to keep seeing me. I decided to start seeing her exclusively since she was only going to be in the states for a few months more and I genuinely liked her. When she leaves back to Tel Aviv, I hit up the Columbian chick to chill since everyone else I had lined up flaked for one reason or another. When I met her, that annoying personality reminded me why I stopped talking to her. Here's where RSD principles really showed their worth.
From the very onset, I decided that I was going to push past all obstacles and fuck her that night; that was number one. Number two was logistics. I live in an upscale apartment complex that is in a shopping plaza with a Ruth's Chris, Bella Mia, a fucking expensive women's shoes boutique blah blah blah... The biggest advantage is all the parking space. Follow me...
I tell the Columbian chick to meet me at the Ruth's Chris so she can park her car and I'll drive us in downtown and she can save on paying for parking. She agrees. We go downtown and its packed. Lines to get in at every bar. Since we left late, I feel we're wasting valuable drinking time and offer to take it back closer to where she parked. She agrees. We hit a small pub nearby and have a few drinks. We start talking about all kinds of bullshit and she starts shit-testing me again. I hold my frame. Unapologetic. Tearing her bullshit down to the last strand. We close down the bar and I offer to take her back to her car.
As we pull in, I switch it up and offer her coffee. She's confused. Then I reveal that I live in these very apartments, coincidentally. She agrees to come in for water. I get her inside and pour her wine instead. She tells me pointedly that we are not having sex. I tell her, that's fine and to just relax and enjoy herself. So she drinks. An hour later, I have her in my bed bullshitting with her. She tells me again, we're not having sex. I say, ok. I start caressing her, talking bullshit, grabbing her ass and she's in full blown LMR mode. I keep plowing through it with a smile on face and ramping up the escalation.
Another hour of this bullshit. Finally, she's resisting hard and gets extremely firm with saying "Stop. I'm serious. We are not having sex. I'm going to leave if you don't stop." I feel like an asshole because she's too drunk to drive so I say. Ok. I'll stop but really, don't drive. Just sleep it off. She feels content with this and lies there. Then I say this to her.
"Here's the thing: this is MY bed. If you're going to stay, you can sleep in the guest room."
Shes upset and says, "ok" gets up and storms off to the other room. 2 mins later, I hear her grabbing her keys and she says, "I'm leaving." I reply, "Drive safe!" She waits a minute then comes into the room asking me if I'm mad at her. I tell her, "Of course I'm not mad at you! I'm disappointed in you. I know you want to fuck me but you're over there playing stupid. But fuck it, I'm over it. Just drive safe, ok?" Then she walks over to the bed and asks me to explain why I'm disappointed in her. I tell her this:
"Look, you're here. You're in my bed. You knew the deal the entire night and you're obviously attracted to me. So what is your problem?"
She comes up with some typical I'm-not-a-slut reasoning and I tell her that I know she isn't. She says she's old fashioned and wants to date a while blah blah blah. I say, "we need to find out if there is chemistry here first. Before all that other shit." she asks "How? By having sex?" and I say, "Yes."
She resists a bit more but I just tell her to shut up and start kissing her. Clothes starts flying off and I'm smashing before you know it. She bounces in the morning and there's no awkward bullshit.
If I had defaulted to my old habits, I would've failed and miserably so. In this case, the right state of mind was key. I only envisioned success. The only other option was burning rapport with this chick down to the ashes. The outcome would only be one or the other and I was fine with either. I really hope this helps me build the momentum I need to build more references to grow to the next level.
