Indirect Game Example: The group approach

gold_cajones · 2012-04-06T17:01:36+00:00

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!

pk_atheist · 2012-04-06T16:14:22+00:00

For those with blogger blocked at work:

I had originally met this girl about a week ago. She was with a group of friends including a guy friend who was sitting next to her. Not letting myself go without an approach to somebody I was interested in, I decided I'd do some indirect game and approach the group.

I got up from my table where I was getting a beer with a few friends, and walked over to the table where she was sitting in a group of about 7 people. (It was a large table). The indirect game began.

I recognized one person at the table, but didn't know him too well, so I decided to open by shaking his hand. It was a difficult opening because I was more or less opening to seven people instead of one. Rarely an opportunity that pays off.

"Hey man, I haven't seen you around in a while, how are you?" I opened.

He shook my hand and replied with the typical guy stuff. A mix of "yeahs," "goods," and "livin life man."

I met eyes with each person in the group and decided to introduce myself.

"Well hey all you, I haven't seen you guys around here before!" I introduced myself by name and took the time to shake hands with everybody at the table. I got her name. Samantha.

I had started to make a few jokes, but it was difficult to insert myself into a conversation they already had going. It was a do-or-die moment and I decided I had to forcefully enter the conversation with an anecdote. Somebody had just said something about a briefcase and I started in.

"Funny story about a briefcase... " I paused for a second to see if I had grabbed their attention. It was about the worst line I've used in my life, but it had grabbed their attention. "My car broke down just the other day two towns over. I didn't have a spare tire in my trunk so I ended up hoofing it back to town."

Their eyes were on me, but not impressed. I had to make it more entertaining soon, or I'd lose it.

"So as I was walking, I noticed something dark on the side of the road, across from where I was standing. The road was empty, since it was about eleven at night, so I went over to see what it was. As I got closer, I discovered that it was a briefcase just sitting there on the side of the road."

The attention began to grow. People wanted to know what was in the briefcase. They were up for a surprise.

"Well, obviously my first instinct was to open it. But then it occurred to me, what are the chances a nice leather briefcase just makes its way to the side of the road like this, standing up as if it were placed? I started to look around to see if somebody was watching. Was it a sting operation? Were the FBI waiting for me behind a bush? Was it a drug drop? Was it a briefcase of money in exchange for some poor family's child that had been kidnapped the week before? Was it a bomb? This made me think twice about opening the briefcase."

At this point I could see foam developing on some of the group's mouths. I had succeeded at getting their attention, and they wanted to know what was in the damn briefcase.

"Well, I decided that I had to know, curiosity got the best of me, so I bent over to open it when I heard something barreling down the road. I stopped and looked up, and there was a silver Nissan cruising down the middle of the road at what sounded like an incredible speed. I moved away from the road, unsure whether this car was going to hit me. Believe it or not, the car came right to the briefcase and stopped in front of me."

Eyes were wide.

"The window rolled down and a voice demanded, 'get in.' This was straight out of a movie. I had wandered into a movie. Had I died at home while watching television? Was this really happening? I needed to respond... 'uh, I'm good thanks.' The driver didn't want to hear it. He demanded, 'you probably don't want to be out here, and it's two miles to town. I saw your car down the road, you need a ride?'

"I was uncertain whether this man was to be trusted, but he was right, it was two miles into town and my cell phone was dead, so I had few other choices. I decided to get into the car, silently wondering to myself if he had been sent to remove me from the sting operation that was taking place."

The group was silent, looking to me to see how the story would resolve.

"Well, this guy drove off at somewhere near 70 mph in the middle of the road and finally got me to town. I hadn't realized it at first, but the more in danger I realized I was, the more it occurred to me, this guy was blitzed out of his mind. His eyes were bloodshot and he wasn't fully aware of what was going on. This drugged up dude was just drugged up, he had no idea what was happening. I had to know what was in that briefcase.

"I ended up getting in touch with a garage that picked me up and brought me back to my car with a new tire, got my car back up and running, and then decided to go look for that briefcase, but it wasn't there. It was gone. I hadn't been gone for more than 45 minutes. Somebody found it. Somebody took it. Was it meant for them? I'll never know."

There was a collective groan that my story never divulged what was in the case. I ventured a few theories about the case being full of pictures of me, and how strange that'd be, and I got a few laughs. Then I discovered the group dynamics.

"That's a stupid story, do you tell this to everybody?" chimed in one girl with an unpleasant look on her face.

I turned it into a joke. "Really? Oh man I didn't know it was a bad story. Note to self..." I pretended to scribble on my hand, "stop telling the stupid briefcase story, it doesn't even have a good ending!" I joked. Small self-deprecating humor diffused her terse statement, but she wasn't content.

"Why are you pretending to write on your hand? Are you five?"

"Note to self- buy a notepad and a pen, writing on hand with finger looks stupid..." I jokingly pretended to jot onto my hand with my finger and a smirk.

She wasn't impressed. I don't know why, but I couldn't crack her. It wasn't that important, because I was opening the group as a quick display to Samantha, not to this chick.

I decided this would be a good time to exit. They knew who I was now, and it was now a waiting game. Samantha was with this guy, but I couldn't tell if they were involved. Some guys might be totally ok with usurping conversation with chicks from other guys, but I figured I'd wait until there was a good time to isolate her.

While I was sitting at my table, I noticed that Samantha had made eye contact with me three times, and smiled each time. I was totally in, but this dude was seriously blocking the way.

My friends eventually decided it was time to leave, and since the night was young, I decided it'd be best to move the game elsewhere. If I ever ran into this girl again, my groundwork was laid.

But I wasn't happy with that. I wasn't happy with leaving her sitting there smiling at me and not make some sort of move. So I devised the only move that I could. Some might argue this was a beta move, but I think in context it was the best move I could make with this man sitting there.

I jotted down a quick note on a napkin "Who passes notes? That's ridiculous!" then under that my name and phone number.

It's not my style to give my phone number to girls, but this was an exception that needed to be made. If she was as into me as she appeared, I needed to make an impression that says I'm confident enough to leave a number while you're tied up with other things.

My approach went perfectly. The group had broken up a bit, each pair of people had broken off into their own conversations. Samantha was talking with the guy next to her. This approach would be between the two of them, not the whole group.

I walked over and said good-bye to the group, each pair at a time, then I approached Samantha and shook her hand. I held it for an extra second and said "It was really great to meet you, Samantha." Then I handed her my note. The guy with her gave me an eyebrow raise, and she gave me a funny look, to which I responded, "Oh don't worry, it's just a note that says 'who passes notes?' I chuckled and said.. 'That's ridiculous!' and I walked away.

I was off to a good start, but little did I realize I was about to make some large mistakes. To be continued...

2012-04-07T00:46:41+00:00

MOTHER FUCK, I HAVE TO KNOW. IM TAGGING YOU AS (great seduction story telling guy) I NEED THE ENDING.

Title	Indirect Game Example: The group approach
Author	pk_atheist
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Comments	5
Date	April 6, 2012 3:59 PM UTC (14 years ago)
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