I told Tofu I'd start posting my old FR's here, so this is my first attempt. I'm currently in a LTR so I don't really generate much FR's any more, but i have written a slew of them back on my old blog, that i can just go find interesting ones and post them here.

This is a breakdown of a routine that I made up on the fly while out one night. It borrows ideas from the Cube so famously laid out in The Game in which Papa uses it to pick up Paris Hilton.

This will be phrased and framed for new people reading and that want a detailed explanation of actions and motives. If you've read a few FR and understand basic concepts, you can just skip of my narrative explanations.

The setting is a college sushi bar/club. It has a decent size dance floor, single open room with a bar on two sides and a small performance stage. This was my first senior year, so around 2007. Me and my roommate we were out drinking and dancing, not really sarging. But i spied this group of girls that was fucking ripe for talking with.

Its a 5 set. Three of them are in some heated debate over tampons, ex boyfriends, Jake Gyllanhall.... whatever it is girls talk about when you pretend you don't want a guy to bother you. The other two are just looking around the bar, obviously bored. I catch the eye of the tall brunette, and she smiles. I toast, she toasts, time to go introduce myself.

She is wearing this really cute yellow and black dress, little longer than knee length with really hot black pumps with yellow accents. I'm not a huge fashion affectionado, but I love to see a girl that's put together.

I walk right up to her, with a huge smile on my face "Okay, what's the deal with those shoes?"

I'm not going to fuck around with any sort of "hi my name is" crap, or any (what's considered to be) standard introduction. I want to be different; I want to stand out against a sea of other guys telling her how awesome she is. I want her to sell me on her awesomeness.

"Excuse me, these shoes are hot"

"No doubt, no doubt, I mean, they look great with the whole package, got the shoes and the dress, and the little danglies to match". I go right up and push back her hair and touch her earring and ear. Her earring in no way "matched' the rest of the outfit. I was just trying to get early kino. Aggressive but subtle kino is so boss. "But what I meant was, ah, how did you pick those shoes out?"

"What do you mean? They matched the dress, so I got them"

"Oh, that's what I wanted to know. You see, you can tell a lot about a girl by the way she picks her shoes."

"Oh really? And how is that?" - Here's the hook. She just switched from 'Oh not another guy hitting on me to. Hey this dude might has something to say'

"Well it all depends on what prompted you to get those particular shoes. Where you just walking around Wal-mart the other day, spied them and said 'I have to have those'? " -That was the neg.

She got a look that said 'Fuck off' "Excuse me, I don't shop at Wal-Mart..."

I gave her the 'no shit' look "Oh...really?"

She giggled.

For all the new guys, notice I never insulted her; it's more of a backhanded compliment to let her know we are on the same level. That I'm not just another chump that is barking up her tree because she is hot; throwing random compliments in hopes she'll fuck me because I think her eyes are so gorgeous.

"Well I got this dress last month for my birthday and I was just finally able to get shoes that, you know, really match. I get tired of just wearing black heals all the time."

"But I love black heals" I hold up my fingers like to show the 'inch' sign. "Little fuck me pumps." This is called sexual pressure. Its a way of using words that trigger ideas, subconsciously attaching "fucking" to her shoes, which is the subject i will be talking about for the next 15 minutes with her.

She smiles. "I do too, but some outfits just need special shoes"

"Special? Do you need orthopedic inserts or something? Is one of your legs longer than the other?" - Neg number 2. I grab her hips and moved her from side to side 'pretending' to check out which leg is longer. She starts squirming and giggling.

"Ha-ha, no, I just mean shoes that match, ah, really well, like perfect"

"Like perfect!" - Making an obviously fake valley girl tone. Neg number 3.

She slaps/touches/pushes (I can't ever tell what this is called) my arm and blushes. This, my friend, isn't sincere; it's a test to see if am like every other guy and will melt when she touches me. I have to let her know that she has no affect on me.

"Whatever you say Quasimodo" - While this was a neg, it wasn't offered like the previous three. It was a response, to show her that I am unfazed by her affection, that I am seriously here to just talk and get to know her. Girls are so use to being wanted that when you take your attraction out of the equation, they go bat shit nuts to get it back.

"That's mean..." She actually looked hurt, I may have taken it too far, but it's pretty much irrelevant now. I could be like every other nice guy and back down and apologize, but she doesn't fuck nice guys. She takes nice guys shopping to complain about the asshole who fucker her the other night, dressed, and left in 5 minutes. But she still wonders if he is going to call her. I know this for a fact, I was that guy for almost 3 years.

"I'm not a nice person" I say very softly and smile.

"What? I didn't hear you"

I lean in close, in a very soft tone, her ear a few inches from my mouth "I said I'm not a very nice person" Tilted my head back so i could look at her eyes and threw out a devil grin. Leaning back into, mouth hovering over her ear. "So you picked those shoes preemptively to match an outfit huh? Very, very interesting" And then rock back and resume my James Dean frame.

"How so??" She turns and looks at me blankly. This is the hook. At this point it doesn't really matter what I say, just so that I structure it in a way that shows me of high value to the other males that have hit on her tonight. It need not be much at all, and I'm not going to flat out say I have a Ferrari and a nine inch cock. I'm going to make her discover it. When people (not just women) have to work to find out a bit of information, it's all the more real and important.

"There are two options here, either you bought them at a store on their own merit. Or, like a cute boy," Motion to myself "You saw them and just had to have them. Or, you had an outfit and went shoe hunting."

"Yeah, the second one, that's what I did. What's it mean?" - This is what's known as 'chick crack'. Girls love ideas like intuition, meaning, psycho-analysis. They eat it up like crack.

A litany of truisms about her personality so that she could justify fucking me, rationalizing that I "get her". I'm not sure if she is actually thinking about sex at this point, she probably isn't, but you get the point.

I rambled on about how that displayed her headstrong, take-charge attitude, ability to plan, etc. I explain that she gets put into two different mindsets when buying shoes, and those mindsets carry over subconsciously into the outfit she is wearing tonight. Because she was so organized and deliberate, that means tonight she is the same way.

"I noticed how you weren't just mindlessly chatting with your girls, like you would have been if you had bought those shoes on a whim, but you were being more rational and self aware, more purpose driven."

She nodded to everything I was saying, offering up sighs of "cool" or "that's so true" every once in a while.

I told her that the she was goal seeking now. And I stopped talking. This is the entire point I've been waiting for. I just let it trail off.

"What does that mean, goal seeking?"

I lean in again, my lips barely touch her ear and whispers "Depends on your goals." I back up and say that I have to get back to my friends, but look forward to hearing about her goals soon.

She is visibly distraught, and offers her number. I tell her that I just don't want to be another one of her goals, she is going to have to do better than that.

"Think about it, and come find me." I walk off.

About fifteen minutes later she finds me next to the band, talking to the drummer. I'd like to say this was me DHV'ing, but i knew the guy, so it was just good luck I guess.

"I thought about what you said, and I didn't have a goal when i got here tonight, but i have one now"

"Oh really" I said "And what pray tell is this new found goal?"

"I want you to come over and look through my closet and pick out which shoes I should be wearing" This is college form of "Do you want to come in for coffee" It means she wants me to fuck her in those shoes.

"You know, that sounds like consulting work, and i usually charge a pretty high consulting fee" Pulling away from her. I shot down her initial offer. It might have been a shit test, i didn't want to take any chances.

"Okay how about a drink?"

"I was thinking more like breakfast..." said with a slight smile, i called it the devil grin earlier.

She looks at me, not surprised, but not pissed off. Just in a way that says "How do I agree with this with out sounding like a slut". Now at this point, some guys might redact, and say something like "just kidding" or "well what about dinner". FUCK THAT. This is where holding your frame is of the utmost importance. I was not about to break this tension for anything.

After about 20 seconds she said "well, we'll see how good a job you do, then discuss your 'fee' " She made air quotes. I called her a nerd and agreed, grabbed her hand and headed out of the bar. She never once questioned it.

We drove back to her place, I spent maybe .1 second looking around her closet only to turn around to her sliding out of her dress.

She made me pancakes.

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Comment By KcMasterpeace. Very good question