A Most EXCELLENT Realtime Example Of GAME In Action…
While we’re STILL patiently waiting for Ms. Denise Romano, MA, EdM, to respond to last week’s Open Letter, I thought the following from said comment thread would be of much interest to my esteemed readership. It’s a Field Report from TOF member Dragnet.
Field Reports, to those who may not be aware, forms the backbone of Game, in that they are detailed, after the fact accounts of methods and techniques tried out “in the field” (bars, clubs, lounges or anywhere else Men and Women are known to congregate socially) by Gamesmen on/with Women, and their findings as to said methods/techniques effectiveness. Again, the following is Dragnet’s FR, and I personally find it not only one of the tightest examples of Solid Game I’ve read yet, but one that very much mirrors my own particular style-low investment/high yield, minimum effort/maximum impact. Dragnet has asked me to go a bit more into my own “evolution” and “back story” wrt Game, as well as a bit into what my particular style is, and I intend to do that in the coming days, so stay tuned. But in the meantime, please allow yourself to savor this FR, and, more importantly, test your Game skills-see how many specific things that Dragnet did in his successful seduction of this High Level Target.
Enjoy! And Holla back…
The Obsidian
“A few years ago, I spent a Saturday night like I did most weekend evenings at that time—at bars or clubs with my friends. This time, a friend of mine brought along some new people— two guys and three girls who had just moved to area. The guys were nice enough but both had girlfriends and were unlikely to be a factor. Two of the girls were friendly enough…and one was absolutely gorgeous—easily a 9. We got on with our evening and I made it a point to meet and chat up the guys and other girls—but never her. I ran light Game on other girls in the club of similar attractiveness to her…but never her. Over the next three weeks we’d all get together and go out and I made it a point to completely ignore this fine young lass. I never told her so much as my name. I just let my social proof & pre-selection (lots of friends, obvious easy way with other women), and my physical attractiveness do the work…and kept delivering a constant, low-level neg in the form of my refusal to validate her. I would watch her in my peripheral vision and then position myself to be fairly proximate to her but never interacting with her. She could “look”—but no more.
Except this wasn’t true—she had another option. She could approach . But she didn’t, probably because she didn’t approach men generally—she considered herself too attractive for that. In those weeks, she was getting approached by all manner of guys…but she clearly had some difficulty handling the fact that I wasn’t validating her. One week, I eventually sidled up to the bar a few feet down from her to get a beer. She slid over as nonchalantly as she could and finally introduced herself. “Hello”, I smiled—”You’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel with that Bud Light”. It was like an ocean of validation had washed over the neglected and barren drought of her bruised ego. She immediately began qualifying herself to me—and would not shut up. She mounted one or two shit tests, but they were so weak I just ignored them—I knew she was still in considerable turmoil from the sudden reversal of events. A little kino from me, and we were back at her place. We ended up seeing each for a few more months before it fizzled. She would later confide how unsettled she was by my initial disposition toward. To date, I regard this as one of my most clean & efficient seductions ever.”
