I wanted to share a quick story from an experience I had and some of the Red Pill takeaways. At the very least, it’s an entertaining tale that resulted in an awkward conversation with my dry cleaners the next day. I've trimmed it for TL;DR folks.

I was out in Downtown with a couple of friends for a buddies “going away” hangout session at this cool little bar/store. As I get into the place, I notice two girls at the other end of the bar. One is a brunette, about 5’6″ at a glance, and her friend is a solid 6 feet. The brunette was cute, she looked white but with a hint of something mixed in. The blonde was thin and athletic looking. I think to myself “there could be some potential here, especially with the tall one.” I do love tall girls, and as a tall guy myself.

Me and my friends had been hanging for about 20 minutes, when I decide it’s time see what the deal with these others girls is. I walk over to the both of them and ask them what type of liquor is easiest to get into trouble with. The brunette says beer and the blonde’s eyes light up as she says “Tequila of course.” I give the blonde a high-five and enthusiastically state “correct answer,” and then proceed to introduce myself. I then introduce the girls to my 3 other guy friends and then proceed to engage both of them in a conversation about different types of alcohol. About 2 minutes in I notice the blonde girl has a few tattoos, one is a feather on her left arm and the other is a Hindi-inspired pattern on her chest. I ask her about the tattoo on her arm and she tells me the story of how she likes that feathers are the tool that makes flight possible and that they have a look that resonates with her. She also tells me that she’s into photography and painting, so which I say that I will have to see some of her work. I ask her what part of town she’s from and it turns out she is roommates with the brunette and lives 1 block away from the bar we’re at.

About 10 minutes later I’ve gotten my group and the two girls to close out their tabs and I tell the blonde that I really need to see her artwork. She agrees that we all can come over for and hang for a bit. As we walk over to her place I take the opportunity to grab her hand. She says to me “You can hang, but you’re not spending the night.” I channel my inner Han solo and with a smirk reply “I know.” We all go up to the girl’s loft to hang.

Inside we all get cozy in the loft, they have a large lounge sofa aka daybed and a few stool chairs in their main room. The girls proceed to get us some wine and my friends keep talking with the brunette and I continue to converse with the tall blonde. At some point she mentions that she’s a yoga teacher and capoeira instructor, and that sometimes she does performances. I forget how, but somehow that led to her getting a small vile of glittery gold body paint and opening it to bad a bit on my wrist. She accidentally spills a bit on my arm and suit jacket, to which I just chuckle that “My dry cleaners are going to want some serious explaining for this one.”

Over the next 20 minutes my friends take off one by as it’s now 2:15 in the morning. So now it’s just me and the two the girls. The brunette makes her way to her room and says she’s getting ready for bed. Once she’s gone me and the blonde start making out passionately. After a minute, she pulls back to look me in the eyes. She says “I’m serious, you can’t spend the night.” I keep eye contact with her and with a playful smirk I reply “Works for me.” I then lead her over to the daybed and proceed to get intimately familiar with the tattoo in the middle of her chest.

Sadly I had to cut the activities short at 2:50am because the garage with my car closed at 3am and I had no idea when it reopened or where they would tow my car. As I was getting dressed and departing, I caught her slipping her business card into my jacket packet so I would have her number, to which I said to her “This needs to happen again. Let me get your number and I’ll call you.” I wound up seeing her a few times after that for some fun and adventurous nights.

Takeaways:

1. Approach. If a girl(s) catch your eye, always go up and approach. The approach is a victory in of itself and you never know what might result from it. If you don’t approach, nothing will happen, so be a man of action and make something happen.

2. Logistics. Logistics are your best friend or can be your biggest cock block. Fortune smiled upon me that night as she literally was 1 block away, but then they became my enemy as I had to cut the first night short due to my car potentially being locked in and towed from the garage.

3. The Rule of 2. Girls out in pairs tend to be more open to meeting, flirting and DTF.

4. Stay Persistent and Hold Frame. We only made it to her house because I suggested we look at her art. She also shit tested me multiple times with the same line of “you’re not spending the night.” But by holding Frame and not getting side tracked by this, I was able to close the deal.

Use the takeaways from this story as a reminder for yourself or as a new idea for your own Game arsenal. Go out and live it up.

If you want to read the full article, you can do so here: https://alphajedi.com/2017/08/10/youre-not-spending-the-night/

FYI I always link to my blog to make it easy to find me if anyone is interested, I wish a lot more folks on here did it because there's some fantastic posts and ideas, but I have no idea if any of you have blogs or not. If you do I'd love to check them out.