Krauser gets a fashion styling

January 3, 2012
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Early last year one of JJ‘s good buddies Belinda gave him a styling makeover to turn him from a shifty joy-riding chav into a Libertines-esque indie bad boy. It worked. He looked almost cool. So then Toe had a session and she was able to hide his unflattering curves and Aussie classlessness. If she can make those two reprobates presentable to the opposite sex I figured she might be able to take my dress sense that last step towards perfection. So as the New Year dawns I hear she’s about to go back to Melbourne. If I want to catch her I’ll have to stop procrastinating.

In advance I tell her I’m going for a dishevelled rock/rough look and send a few photos of guys I think look cool. I’m open to try new looks but need to keep the masculine edge. The last thing I need is to dress like Gok Wan.

Yes, I think these guys are cool

We spend a few hours in changing rooms experimenting with looks. I learn which jeans look right on me and how to wear them (e.g. “Put the pockets and buckle down so they rest over your hipbone. The belt is not to hold your trousers up, it’s an accessory”), the importance of layering and so on. We snap off a bunch of photos for different looks….

Being a tight bastard this was all done on a budget so I was going for clothes that can be used across a number of looks. In the end All Saints, Top Man and H&M were £300 richer and I had three new pairs of jeans, some boots, a few simple t-shirts for layering, and a couple of pullovers etc. Looking at the photos I see we were softening alot of the bad boy vibe and making me more street legal.

It feels good getting properly styled, getting small touches here and there and the occassional big change. I don’t have to think “am I well-dressed? does this work?” but instead can hit the streets knowing I have my fashion together. That’ll help my frame. Assanova is always banging on about how important it is to be the best-dressed man the girl has seen all day and now I can kinda see what he’s getting at.

Belinda is in Australia now and can be contacted for styling at Bella Charisma

I threesome my first early-20s Norwegian model and make-up artist

January 1, 2012
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My first close of the year came 6 hours into 2012 and what a wild ride it was! Credit has to go to Jimmy Jambone for making this happen, in stark contrast to him piggy-backing my opening throughout 2011 with his parasite game. It all began in Norway a few months ago when Toe and I were sleeping peacefully in an Oslo hotel room when JJ comes barreling in at 4am, shitfaced and bawdry, two girls on his arms. See here.

It goes quiet then these girls pop back up on the radar when they’re coming to London. There’s gonna be JJ’s target (as yet unclosed), her unattractive little 38yr old single mum friend (dragon) and….. a London-based fashion model. JJ throws me a bone: “Can you wing me on this set and if the model goes for you, take her.” Let’s take a closer look at the girls

JJ’s target, mine, and the dragon

Friday night rolls around and we meet the girls for a pint in Soho. JJ asks me how I’m gonna play it. I tell him the truth: “I really don’t give a fuck whether I get this model, so I’ll do straightforward Mystery Method. Ignore her, build value, and then gradually notice her as the night wears on.” It’s so easy to work a girl when you know the set is held all night. It was almost like social circle game – which barely counts as game it’s so easy. So I’ll be cocky, interesting, and pay most of my attention to my buddies. We know they are coming to our New Year’s Eve party the next night so we only need to do A1-C1 tonight.

Right from the off it goes well. We laugh and joke, I neg and tease the girls, and drop in the DHVs. I’m really indifferent to the outcome so obviously this gets the model engaged. She’s pawing me, qualifying and trying to get into the rat pack bubble JJ and I have. Then we bounce them to Camden where more of the rat pack is out drinking. The whole vibe is “fun night out”. Beer gets drunk. On the way there Model makes her move – we are standing in a aisle on the underground train when she whips out her phone saying “I want your number”. Then I race her to the last unoccupied seat (I win, obviously) so she jumps on my lap. “Oww! Jimmy! I can’t feel my legs. It’s like having a hippo on me” I wail. JJ winks. It’s on.

We stay out drinking till 3am and the shit tests start coming. She tries to get me to buy her drinks, she tries to pull me onto the dancefloor, and she opens three chodes and gets them to draw on her forearm. Obvious tests that I just ignore, turning to talk to my friends. I’m fully on douchebag by now, as always when I’m drunk. I really don’t care if I fuck her. I don’t even like her much – a clear low esteem games player. She sits next to me and says “you’re so cocky” (IOI) then stands up to gyrate next to me. I turn away. There’s a group of three young couples sitting across from us who are observing us because we are having so much fun and I’m literally batting this model away so I can talk to my friends. Our buddy Alex is doing a fine job occupying the dragon (who fancies me) to give us time to work. Funniest moment happens during the kiss close….

…I’m sitting back drinking when model starts pestering me to buy her a drink (I laugh in her face, JJ laughs, and she gets the hump). So she pours a little of my beer into her empty glass and dragon’s glass. No more than 1/4 of a pint. It’s a bantering gesture, that’s all. I protest loudly so she bends over and kisses me. A proper kiss. I let her have 2 seconds then push her out the way and grab my pint, lulling. She can’t believe it and turns her back to start gyrating her arse in my face. So I grab her glass and pour the beer back into my glass then fist-pump the air in victory and getting my beer back. All the boys are cackling. The group watching us is creasing up laughing. Then I pull model down onto my lap and we have a proper makeout.

JJ jokingly asks Alex if he’ll take one for the team with dragon and the colour drains from his swarthy features as he declines the offer. JJ’s bird is climbing all over him now so he decides to rush things along for the close. We take taxis back to Chateau RSG and retire to the Hemingway Suite for rum. Now Dragon makes her play for me and won’t leave me alone, which cools off Model (the two only met the day before through JJ’s girl). It’s looking bad because Dragon is clinging to me like a homesick turd. Alex comes in and distracts her so I can push model up against the door, makeout, then room-drag.

I’m lying in bed while model is topless and stripper-dancing to this.

I figure I’m ten minutes away from getting my jollies when it suddenly inexplicably goes south. She kneels down, licks my balls and then teases a blowjob that she won’t give. I try to pull down her jeans when she says “I’m on my period, we can’t have sex.” Even at this point I don’t really care. So after another five minutes of her not sucking my cock I roll over and go to sleep. She keeps her jeans on all night next to me. Whatever. I strike her off my list.

So what happens the next evening is a big surprise…. Part Two soon.

Positioning 101

December 29, 2011
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You should constantly hammer away at a girl’s frame in order to impose your own. The strongest reality wins. This doesn’t mean you have to constantly actively do stuff (DHV stories, negs etc) but you do have to constantly hold your own frame while her’s crumbles. Have you ever been in a party / dinner full of strong characters who feel entirely comfortable in the environment whereas everybody and everything is new to you? If so, you probably felt it was an uphill struggle just to be yourself and prevent their frame from overwhelming you. Every minute is a slog and its easy just to surrender your frame, unburden yourself from the responsibility of holding the line, and then you can actually relax.

Obviously the girls in your life feel the same way and yet, even better, they are designed to gratefully surrender their frame to yours once they’ve tested yours. So just hold your frame safe in the knowledge her’s has inbuilt structural weaknesses and is built to fail.

One way of chipping into her frame is to constantly position her below you, as having certain characteristics. Keep putting her in that box, let her qualify her way out of it, dole out a reward, and then put her right back into the box. Eventually she’ll tire of climbing out and will sit wherever you figuratively put her. You should make the whole process playful so she enjoys it.

Here are two great examples to use when she’s on facebook or sitting next to you at a laptop in isolation. They put the girl in the following box:

  • Clumsy
  • Attention-seeking
  • Cute
  • Tolerated by the adults because she’s well-meaning at heart

In both cases it’s good to bait the trap first by getting her to qualify on some (initially) positive personality trait such as independence, chattiness, athleticism etc then you hit her with “You know who you remind me of? There’s a children’s TV character just like you, who is also [independent, chatty, athletic etc]”

You’ll have also seen there’s alot of “our world” shared joke opportunities in this. If you couldn’t figure out which character is the girl, you ought to unsubscribe from this blog.

* This is my 400th post. Fuckin’ hell I’m good to you people *

Another Georgian idate to nowhere

December 28, 2011
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I still don’t have the Georgian flag. Apparently they are still very strictly brought up with a no-sex-before-marriage culture and thus everyone gets married at 17 to their high school sweetheart. Or so I’ve been told. I was briefly dating such a girl last year but couldn’t close. Mind you, back then I couldn’t close an open door. Since then I’ve had a couple of numbers from Georgians but no jollies.

Here’s a sweet girl I met this summer on Oxford Street. I don’t usually follow girls into shops but it makes little difference to how you talk to them. As often happens with instant dates this started fine and then fizzled out by the second date. My follow-through is improving with time but the simple fact is most instant dates go nowhere due to factors outside your control. This girl had a particularly complicated family situation. We have the occasional skype chat but I put it at 1/5 chance of taking the flag.

Some teenage French ooh-la-la

December 26, 2011
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Same Day Lays are a strange thing for many reasons. I suppose if you take a typical non-community guy and tell him you can pick up a girl from the street in the middle of the day, take her on a date, and then fuck her before the moon comes up he’ll look at you like you’re crazy. Yet there is a method for accomplishing just that and there’s plenty of guys who have racked up a whole bunch of them. I’m personally not an SDL guy. I’ve had some but I think it’s way overrated. Like having a fight or appearing in porn, it’s something every man should do just for the experience and the dinner-party story but taking it too seriously will unbalance your life over time.

That said, it’s a fucking awesome feeling when you pull one off. You just wanna run around the streets with your shirt over your head Ravanelli-style.

A new close, yesterday

Nonetheless its an ego thing and will lead you to unnecessarily burn too many sets that you could’ve closed with a more patient 3-date model. I’ve yet to meet the man who can SDL better than a lost tourist 7 or a mentally-unbalanced low-8. Maybe someone has done it somewhere but I never saw nor heard about it.

This summer I went for SDLs whenever the circumstances seemed right. I got a few but most of them drained away into nothing or blew up in my face. Here’s an example of a girl who was a prime candidate…. but it never happened. In this case it was pure logistics. I got her heated up and ready but she got called away to her host family’s dinner table and then the trail ran cold. A few facebook chats later and she was back to 50/50 but I couldn’t get her over the hump.

I’ve put the video up because for the first thirty minutes it was textbook, so you can still get some ideas from it.

Entourage game is for suckers

December 15, 2011
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Five or so years ago Adam Lyons made a big name for himself proferring a new type of game system called Project Entourage. The best-case scenario looks like this:

  1. Arrange with nightclub managers to have a guest list you can add names to. Pick one of the beta-wallet-emptying pretentious clubs around the West End such as Movida, China White, Mahiki etc which charge men £20 entry and girls free before 11pm. For every girl you bring you get paid £5. Bring more than 5 girls and you get a VIP table with a complementary bottle of vodka.
  2. Go out daygaming on the afternoon of the night in question. Approach lots of girls with indirect social openers, preferrably tourists who are unlikely to know the nightlife but are keen to go out. “PR-close” them by offering them free entry and drinks to a good club. Hide sexual intent.
  3. Mass text all girls later that night and arrange to meet them all in a nearby pub. Tell them to bring friends.
  4. Socialise a bit in the pub and then lead a train of girls into the club and comped through to the VIP section. You are preselected to every girl in the club and to the girls in your group. Spend the evening drinking free vodka, joking around with girls, pulling random other girls from the dancefloor.
  5. At the end of the night choose your favourite girl who is IOIing you for sex. If you’re really good, have threesomes foursomes and moresomes.
  6. Rinse-repeat every week as your entourage grows bigger and the club begins to finance your lifestyle.

The Dream

Sounds awesome right? According to his own marketing literature Adam was regularly rolling into clubs with 50 hotties in his ho’train and banging millions of them. Let’s ignore for a moment the zero-to-hero bullshit of the AFC Adam story and all the pieces left out (i.e. he was already a well-connected PR party organiser as his job before he started game, that he’s a good looking guy, and that the only public domain evidence of Project Entourage is severely underwhelming). The marketing would have you believe all this success derives simply from playing a basic method of networking the value of a club to the value of a hot woman while you sit in the middle. There’s only one problem.

It’s a load of bullshit. Entourage game is for suckers. Allow me to explain.

  1. Nightclub managers are usually double-dealing cunts who will happily throw you under a bus if a better deal comes along five minutes later. In order to get to a position where they cut you any slack at all you must be really good and bring them a stream of money. The clubs themselves are horrible soul-destroying places full of vacuous dappy tarts and higher-beta chodes trying to impress each other without having any fun. Drinks are £10 a pop so you are basically spending your evenings in someone elses gaudy loud sweaty basement.
  2. PR-closes are basically bribery-closes. You are getting the girl along by playing the role of conduit between the nightclub and her, offering her monetary value. No-one respects PR men precisely because they are the low-value monkeys running around the streets trying to hustle girls into clubs. It is positioning yourself below the girl, not above, and setting yourself up as a provider to be used. The feeling of PR-closing girls is no different to being a telesales guy – it’s no fun at all.
  3. You get more flakes than normal daygame. The girls who do come are self-selecting as party girls. They show no commitment because you are offering them a free lunch and asking nothing back. Zero investment.
  4. The pub stage is like herding cats. Some of the girls will wander off on a whim because they know they can get into the club for free without you. If you’re lucky you’ll have a few decent conversations where you can build comfort and attraction but the big moment of disheartenment comes at….
  5. Girls hang around your VIP table till the free drinks arrive and then the moment its finished the disappear onto the dancefloor. Thirty seconds of arm-waving and their value sky-rockets and the chodes descend on them. You’ll be lucky to see the girls again. Well done, you’ve just done a ton of work to feed these girls to the chodes.
  6. Without a strong reason for your social circle to exist, it disintegrated and you rarely see the girls a second time.

The dizzy heights of success...

I won’t deny there are people who make entourage game work but they are a tiny minority and they spend their lives in nightclubs as they gradually become weirder and weirder people. Surrounding yourself with value-takers and dickheads, experiencing your women at their most superficial will harden you (that high-heeled tourist at your table might actually be a sweet well-rounded person if you dated her in a coffee shop, but in the club she’s a dappy tart overloaded with male attention and flashing lights). A couple of my wings learned entourage game from such a guy – a guy who actually made it work for him – and quickly became disillusioned. It surprised me when they first told me its a load of shit. They regalled me with stories of running around the streets late evening like blue-arsed flies, being treated with barely-concealed contempt from women, arguing with the door-whore to get free entry, then watching other guys steal the women, then wandering home at 4am wondering why you bothered. These are guys with good game who worked hard and learned from one of London’s top nightgamers.

Lets think for a moment why you wouldn’t even expect Entourage Game to work

Normal daygame works because of the value you show and the nature of the interaction. You are stopping girls in daylight while sober in a situation conducive to making good conversation and getting to know each other quickly, before instant dating to build deep rapport. The girl is impressed with your confidence and social savvy as you create something out of nothing while also keying into her social programming of how she’d like to meet a guy. You are the value. Contrast this with a PR close in which she doesn’t perceive confidence because there is no open intent, you frame yourself as a conduit of someone else’s value (the nightclub owners) and act like a low-status employee. Most PR closes are very short interactions of about five minutes and thus you don’t build the thought patterns and emotions in the girl that make her like you. If you did, you wouldn’t bother adding her to the entourage you’d just date her normally. She walks away from a PR-close thinking “fake social guy, to be used if I feel like clubbing”. She is not invested in you.

When you take such a flimsy connection to the club and dilute it with five or ten other girls (that’s a good night – fifty girls is magical thinking) you never get that sit-face-to-face-build-connection phase that is so crucial to pulling non-sluts. Your relations remain superficial and economic so she feels no social or emotional obligation to you. You are simply the guy who gets her through the front door and her first drink for free. You may as well be a hotel porter. So she walks into the club and gets her drink, probably enjoying the experience. But what have you done – you have brought a girl who don’t control into an environment full of competing males (many of whom will buy her drinks), a dancefloor she can spend the night on, music too loud to talk to her, and her sexual value will be the highest if has been all week. Of course you’re going to lose her to the myriad distractions of the club.

It's nowhere near as nice in reality

Compare that to taking the same girl on a one-on-one mid-afternoon coffee/park date that stretches into an evening drink. Before the sun sets you know each other well and she feels like she’s your friend and in your reality. On the unlikely occasion some chode hits on her in the bar, she’s already spent three hours connecting with you and social etiquette requires her to blow him out even if she fancies him.

It remains a golden rule of game that girls will sleep with you if your value exceeds their attraction threshold. Normal daygame provides a vehicle to meet women in optimum circumstances to display high personal charismatic value and monopolise her attention until you have a sufficient hold on her that other suitors are at a huge disadvantage in their attempts to steal her. Entourage game positions you as a dwarf on someone else’s mountain and minimises your circumstances to show personal value while maximising the opportunities for other guys to steal her.

There’s no shortcut to sex with high quality women. Sitting them in someone else’s shitty noisy basement doesn’t raise your chances. So if I think it’s a waste of time for a guy with my priorities who is it actually a good idea for? I would say if several of the following statements apply to you then give it a go:

  • I enjoy going to nightclubs. I might as well get in for free and try something new
  • I usually do well SNLing party girls and fancy trying a different way of getting them
  • I want to try my hand at all different types of game
  • I have a huge ego and the thought of calling ten girls “my entourage” appeals to me even if they don’t consider themselves my girls
  • I want to have sex with lots of girls but don’t want to work hard building my own value, so I’ll be happy with the occasional drunken six

Disclaimer

I’m talking about the specific method of using Entourage Game. None of this applies to guys who build a good social circle around genuine value or who meet lots of hot women socially due to other reasons (e.g. a fashion photographer) and then roll into a club with all their genuine friends.

Tell me a secret about you, something I’d never guess

December 8, 2011
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When you hit the streets long enough you start to encounter strange people and strange circumstances, whether through blind chance or because the crazies are more likely to stop and talk. For example June this year while out with Whitewolf I street-stopped a stunning half-Swedish / half-Argentinian ten outside M&S at Covent Garden. Literally a ten. No ifs no buts. Looked like a Victoria Secrets model on a good day.

Me: “Hi. I just want to say, I was just over there when I saw you and there is no way I was going to walk by without telling you you’re hot, like a real woman”

Literally this hot

She loved it. Ten minute chat then I take her for an idate at Starbucks which also goes great. She’s bubbly, happy, IOIing and talking lots. I’m almost overwhelmed by how easy it is to build attraction and rapport with the hottest woman I’ve seen in my life. And she seems so nice – living in London to intern for a professional firm, a former wedding model, and very smart. So I’m sitting back, sipping my coffee and letting it all play out. After an hour we exchange numbers and flirt by text for a few days till we have a date in Camden one evening.

She arrives at the pub dolled up nice and showing ample cleavage. More fantastic interacting and it’s so totally on. As I finish my first pint her phone rings so I take the opportunity to go to the toilet. Five minutes later I’m back and she’s….. gone.

I wait. Ten minutes pass and I look for her. She’s literally gone. I text her “?” and get nothing. Puzzled. There was nothing in the vibe to suggest she wasn’t enjoying the date – it was going blindingly well. Perhaps she got bad news on the phone, or an emergency? But then why didn’t she text later? Three days later I text her and she replies:

“Listen, I work part time for an escort agency. Because I need the money while doing my internship. Just wanted to be honest. I need £195 in order to pay for something for eg this week. That is how it is right now.”

Ho.. hum.

I never see her again. A month later I get a text from Tom saying (to paraphrase): “You’ll never guess what happened. I opened a stunner on Oxford Street. Tried to get her on a Day 2 and she sent me this text [almost word for word the one I got]”. Same girl.

I don’t know who thinks who is more weird, us or her. Burto has idated two black prostitutes. Maybe women really are all dirty whores…….

So, to the video on today’s post. While in Oslo with Team Krauser in September we were struggling with the torrential weather. At lunchtime on the last day I find a cute brunette walking across the town square into the train station and bounce her for coffee. It’s a routine idate but I can’t figure her out. She’s cute, relaxed and interesting but way too nonchalant for something that should be so unusual for her. We ended up idating for about two hours but early on I realise that I shouldn’t be poking my dick into her ladyglove, as she elaborates at the end of the video.

Another day game two set of teenage Estonian models

December 7, 2011
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Once upon a time this was a pick-up blog, with infield videos and field reports. Ah…. those were the days… Well I have been known to occasionally go in the field these days but since late summer I’ve probably only done a few sets a week. I’ve had other things to do and I’ve been more concerned about “working on my value”. So in the meantime, here’s one from the archives. We are still in occasional facebook chat with these girls. If we end up in the same country as them, it’s a dead cert for a double date.

I’d been thinking alot lately about where my next improvement is going to come from to get myself better women and/or more consistency. Another 1,000 sets is not the answer. I’m not losing girls because I can’t run my model or I don’t know what to do next. It’s not because I’m nervous and fuck things up.

Some girls can’t be got no matter what you do. Of those who can be got, I’ve been losing them because of deficits in my frame and value, not because of technical missteps. Expending the whole of your energies infield is like learning to box by spending all your time in sparring – sure that’s the single best place to learn but if you aren’t doing your roadwork, bagwork, jump rope, stomach routine, and pushups then you are really letting yourself down when fight time arrives.

I follow my subconscious. I joke that I’m like the lion on the savannah – when he’s hungry he eats and when he’s sleepy he sleeps. There’s no alarm clock or Five Year Plan compelling the lion to do something he doesn’t feel like doing. If you can’t say “no” to daygame and sex then you are slave to it. I haven’t felt like putting in daygame sessions lately. My subconscious was telling me something so I listened. It wanted me to ease off, relax, recharge and expend my energy in other areas like reading books, playing video games, and hanging out with my friends. So I did.

The semiotics of frame control

November 29, 2011
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It’s time to get all sociological. Few principles in Game are as powerful or efficient as frame control yet it’s a nebulous concept that is difficult to operationalise. So let’s start from first principles. What is “frame”?

Frame is the implicit set of assumptions and expectations used to interpret a social situation.

Consider a man and a woman sitting at a dining table in a dark room, eating dinner as a candle burns between them. How do we interpret such a situation? If we have further knowledge we might infer it’s a romantic date at the man’s house while he seeks to close the girl. But perhaps it’s a brother and sister and there’s been a power failure knocking out the electric lights. There is a wealth of information “in the ether” around your direct perception of the social situation that affects the meaning the participants place upon it. The ability to impose your preferred assumptions and expectations onto the situation is your frame control.

A tangentially-related photo, yesterday

To understand frame control you need to understand perception. It is commonly assumed that the real world exists in an objective state and our senses perceive it. Readers with even a cursory knowledge of psychology (or an inquisitive mind) know perception is actually a constructive active process in which the brain takes limited incomplete information and fills in the gaps with pre-existing knowledge and expectations. Have you ever woken from a bad dream and thought that shadow over your bed was a homicidal intruder, only to rub your eyes and realise it’s your dressign gown hanging from a peg in a vaguely humanoid shape? The fact perception is active explains much of the disagreements men have when watching their favourite sports – you see the punches Manny Pacquiao lands and are blind to the onces from Juan Manuel Marquez and thus render a bad decision after 12 rounds. It’s when you probably haven’t been thinking of how the material of your shoes feels against your toes until I just brought your attention to it now.

Frame control involves directing the participants in a social situation towards those fragments of information you wish them to attend to and then filling in the gaps with your preferred interpretation. It is best done subtley. I’ll use language semantics as an example.

Most of the meaning required to interpret a sentence is not actually present in the words. The words are merely signals to meaning. This is not to say words are arbitrary – If I say “dog” there’s only a limited number of images that spring to mind, and probably none of them look like “caterpillar” or “milkshake”. When people have a shared biology, shared education, shared television channels, share cuisine etc we soon develop a shared understanding of the world that can be referred to.

Not milkshake

Direct / Indirect speech

Have you noticed that legal documents are extremely tedious whereas movie dialogue is often compelling? Lawyers cannot rely upon a shared understanding because it leaves too much wiggle room in court and this all terms must be precisely defined and all assumptions stated. This is incredibly boring, like your mind is shackled and not allowed to fill in the blanks to get to the point quickly. Conversely, movie dialogue “turns exposition into ammunition” and talks around a subject in short sentences, relying upon the actor’s faces, body language, gestures, and the surrounding plot and set design to give all the cues needed to follow the story without spelling it out to you.

Here’s a quick game tip: always use indirect language. It’s far more engaging. Imagine a TV show where John has been “missing” all weekend and comes back to the house he rents with Bill, sporting a wedding ring, sun-reddened face, and dishevelled clothes.

Direct:

Bill: Hey John. Where have you been this weekend? You were missing and we didn’t know what happened to you. You are awfully sun-burned.

John: I have been to Las Vegas with my girlfriend Valerie. We got married in a casino chapel then drove back in my open-topped Cadillac.

Indirect:

Bill: I never took you for a road-tripping adventuring romantic

John: A regular Vegas wedding!

In order to interpret the latter exchange you must be more sensitive to the surrounding details, choose the important ones more judiciously, and work harder as your brain fills in the gaps. This is far more interesting and carries an even better upside of frame control which I’ll now go into. Consider verbal communication as following this simple model:

Writer’s members resources + situation + written words = intended meaning

Reader’s members resources + situation + written words = received meaning

(members resources = the sum of all knowledge, experience and assumptions that the brain can use to fill in the gaps left unspoken in the utterance / text)

This explains why it’s often difficult to understand historical texts without understanding why they were written, some biographical details of the author, and the scholarly debates of the day. The texts were written for a different situation and different members resources to what you currently have. Consider jargon. Can you understand a technical physics paper without understanding physics? I can’t. Consider:

“I was able to bounce my target home but she got LMR when I went for the close”

To intepret that sentence your members resources must include the jargon of Game (bounce, target, LMR, close) and also the situation of me being on a date with a girl I intend to fuck. For me to write a sentence that you dear readers can understand I must second-guess your members resources (hereafter “MR”). To encourage you to interpret these words as I intend them to be interpreted I am setting up an “ideal reader” which has a certain set of MR(e.g. Game knowledge) and situation (a man wishing to get better with women). It is only by occupying that role of ideal reader that you can really understand me.

Now let’s bring it back to frame control. If you remain in your “non-ideal” reader position you encounter resistance to understanding my words, and presumably you are reading me because you wish to understand whatever it is I’m saying. So long as you stick stubbornly to your own individual MR and situation you encounter resistance to clear understanding. Your brain dislikes inefficiency as much as it dislikes legalese. So you temporarily place yourself within the ideal reader position (hearafter “IRP”) until you reach understanding. It’s empathy and it’s investment.

So now you see the frame control possibilities of the model.

When entering a social situation you must first entice people to want to understand you. Whence motivated thus, you can use indirect language fashioned so that it can only be understood by adopting your chosen IRP for them. Repeatedly placing them in the IRP builds investment and rapport while framing them as you please. Over time this becomes the default mode of communication between you and they are now in your frame permanently. It underpins much of the classic Game cocky funny routines:

Her: That’s a nice t-shirt (touches you)

You: Hey, hands off the merchandise. That’s $5 you owe me

To understand your comment she pust adopt an IRP that includes MR of: I am chasing him, he has high value, he can tell me off, I must pay money for the privilege of touching him, I fancy him. It’s done playfully, but as you keep chipping away at her frame it will eventually crumble.

1960s Day Game in New York

November 28, 2011
krauserpua

Game is as old as the proverbial hills. Back in the 1960s it was called “being a man”. So when I was watching an old romantic comedy with a bird I was pleasantly surprised to see a fairly tight Same Day Lay in pre-Janka / pre-Justin Wayne New York. What struck me about this fictional pick-up is:

I’ve added a running commentary with subtitles. The guy makes a couple of mis-steps mainly through being too eager too soon and it’s not till he’s given up on the sex that he gets his frame and vibe dialled in correctly. But to give him credit, the first minutes between meet and instant date were logisitically difficult because he was forced to start indirect. Take a look

I’ve snipped bits out because half the movie is the pick-up. There’s a huge external interrupt later in the movie before he closes her.