Auto Pilot

i was at my local having a beer, and there’s damn near a whole new crew working there. well, they’re opening a new location so there’s a bunch of new wait-staff training. i was nuring my drink and joking with Ritchie (my irish bartender) and one of the waitresses came over to me to chat for a minute or two.

i forgot exactly what she said but i told her to tell her boyfriend he was lucky. she replied with, “i would if i had one.” i looked at her for a moment, handed her my phone and said, “well then, i have plans for you.” she smiled and punched in her number.

all done in 2 minutes.

it’s THAT simple. when i get fun, flirty banter, i allude to her boyfriend. if there isn’t one, i hand them my phone and tell them she’ll be hearing from me shortly. this girl is EASILY a soft 8. petite, black hair and brown eyes. face-7/8, body- 8, personality- from what i can tell so far- 9.

HOW did i pull this off? well, i do this EVERY DAMN DAY. this is why i always say a guy needs to have a “place”. get to know the staff, stop in as often as you can and have a beer or 2. sports bars and the like are great as there is ALWAYS a rotation of new waitresses. most guys fuck up with waitresses because they jump right out and try to run game.

big mistake.

be cool to her and let her notice the repoir you have with the other servers and staff. THEN after you’ve talked to her a few times and you are no longer “another customer”, find out if she’s single and then you can run game.

the SECOND i knew she was single, i went into auto pilot. i wasn’t dressed well- i was wearing a hockey jersey, shorts, and flip-flops. it’s not as if i’m anything special looks wise, and i think i had only talked to her once or twice before. but when she saw me, she came over to chat. THAT is what piqued my interest.

it’s not rocket science, but i flirt with damn near every woman that HAS to talk to me. nothing over the top, nothing special. just simple negs, light complimenting, and general friendliness. now when i see a woman i want to number close, i can do it effortlessly. well guess what.

you can to.

i’ll text her tonight to find out when she’s going to have a night off from work, but……she’s 19. the flake factor is high: i’m not holding my breath. but the game is still fun. and if you don’t play you get rusty. lol. now…..a little mood music- click the link to jump to youtube to watch. i LOVE how the video touches on something i’ve written about LOOOOOOOOOOOONG ago. lol

now. you may be asking how i plan on carrying this out. well, i texted her once and didn’t get a response, so i won’t be texting her again. and remember, she’s 19. there’s a HUGE flake factor. Also remember: girls now don’t really go on dates, they “hang out”. next time i run into her at her work, i’ll find out when she’s getting off and tell her to come by the house.

it’s direct, it’s frame control, it doesn’t give her the option of saying no. so, i’ll bet on the carousel. besides, she knows i’m leaving the are in 6 months. i’ll keep you posted.

stay up.

[ed- went to Home Depot tonight and the girl at the register was a hard 6. As she worked the register after I ran my card I told her, “you have a lot of flair on your apron.” She smiled, an honest wide, open mothers smile and nodded. Then I told her, many mucho flairs.” She kept smiling and said, “yeah, I like the…you know.” I stopped her and told her there was no need to explain, I was just admiring.” She handed me my receipt and off I went. I didn’t flirt, didn’t neg, just made a playful statement. But the effects were undeniable

So get off your ass and make a girl smile.]


5 Comments on “Auto Pilot”

  1. So you go to the same place and game multiple waitresses, while the others waitresses you’ve flirted with (or banged) in the past watch?

    Great frame, bro.

  2. RojoC says:

    I would love to observe you in your natural habitat.


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