Picking up chicks with my mom, dad, and brother
It was my brother’s 19th birthday last Friday, and my family made plans
to go out to dinner at Ginza of Tokyo, one of those Japanese places
where the chef cooks in front of you and does all these crazy tricks
with the food. To my dismay, we ended up going at around 8:30, which
completely conflicted with my plans for the night, but sometimes you
have to bite the bullet for the fam… and luckily, the girl that I met
that night ended up being worth it 
Now, I don’t know how many of you have been to a restaurant like this, but the set up is a table of about 10 people, surrounding a big metal surface that the chef cooks the food/pulls crazy stunts on. So usually you get seated with a few random people unless you have a huge group.
So we get there, and immediately we are seated. I’m sitting at the far end of the table (so I’m kind of isolated) with my family, when low and behold, FIVE hot girls, and their guy friend walk up and join us at our table. Well… let me clarify. Four hot girls, one fatty, and one dude. But hey, I still liked my odds. There was one 9, one 8 (who kind of seemed to be with the dude), two 7’s, and I won’t even give the fatty a number because that would just be mean.
Now, just to put a little more context on the situation, my parents are VERY conservative when it comes to dating. They both believe there is a proper way to go about things with a woman… which includes dinner, compliments, and maybe a bouquet of flowers here and there before you can even consider a sexual relationship. They know that I’m in the business teaching guys how to be deadly effective with women but they have been extremely skeptical that my boisterous, slightly cocky attitude works on woman.
My brother, although he is one of the most genuinely nice people I’ve ever met, is incredibly inexperienced with women. He avoids eye-contact, conversation, and any interaction he can with girls, and has never so much as kissed one. So naturally I’ve tried to introduce him to some material that is out there, but he has been very reluctant to learn. I always make a point to tell him stories of my success (in rather graphic detail) in order to show him that he can get this part of his life handled, but there’s only so much you can do to get someone in the game who doesn’t want to learn. Like my parents, he has yet to “see me in action.”
So basically my wings are two conservative parents and one virgin who can’t make eye contact. And logistically I’m in a little bit of a pickle too because I’m literally in the farthest possible spot from the girls.
So when the cuties sit down, naturally I speak up, and ask “Hey, how’s your night going guys?” in a loud, confident tone. This isn’t a cold approach, it’s the polite the thing to do. They replied that they were doing great, and that it was their friend Britney’s 19th birthday (she was one of the 7s)… so of course I wish her a warm happy birthday, and small talk commences. I joke that her and my brother, who share a b-day, are meant to be. They love this. My brother awkwardly laughs and avoids eye-contact.
Although I make a point to lead the small talk, I let my mom and dad ask them some boring questions, because I had an hour or so to game these girls and make an amazing impression on them, so I didn’t want to blow my load right away.
While my mom is asking the stupid questions, I am just making playful false assumptions.
For example:
Mom: “So where are you from?”
Cutie: “We’re from (small town in the area)!”
Mom: “Oh, that must be fun!”
Cutie: “Yeah, its alright…”
Francis: “So did you guys all grow up on the same farm, or did they separate you?”
Cutie: “Shut up, we did not grow up on a farm!!”
Francis: “Nah, it’s cool, I bet it was fun. I like girls who know how to raise cattle and such.”
Cutie: “I told you we didn’t grow up on a farm!”
Mom: “Francis, don’t be rude, they didn’t grow up on a farm!”
Eventually, a great x-factor got thrown into the whole environment… we had a SMOKIN’ hot server. So of course, I hit on her.
Francis: “I’m doing sake bombs tonight, will you do one with me?”
(Sake bombs are a shot of sake mixed with Japanese beer, that are usually done with chanting and pounding on the table, for those of you who don’t know)
Hot waitress: “I’m not allowed to, I’m working.”
Francis: “That’s kind of a lame excuse… you just couldn’t keep up with me”
Hot waitress: “Maybe after work…”
Francis: “I have plans. Will you at least chant with me?”
Hot waitress: “OK!”
… she retrieves me a beer and sake so I can do the sake bomb
Francis (turning to the b-day girls): “OK… I know you girls are too young to drink, but you have to chant with us. Hot waitress is going to lead us.”
Hot waitress leads the chant, and I take my sake bomb. Everyone is now thoroughly entertained, and the fun level of our table has risen a few notches.
When I’m done with the sake bomb, our appetizers. One of the cute girls tries to put a big roll of sushi in her mouth, but fails. She complains to her friend, “It’s too big… I can’t even fit it in my mouth!”
Francis: “That’s what she said…”
(Those of you who know me well know that there is no way I would possibly be able to resist saying that)
The whole table pauses for a split-second, and then everyone starts laughing their asses off. Except for my mom, who gives me a scowl. My dad shifts in his seat a bit uncomfortably. At this point, I’m the center of attention, and everything I say is causing massive amounts of giggles in the girls.
After the vibe chills down a little bit, I start asking the girls a few more personal questions, and I find out the birthday girl was a contestant on American Idol. She didn’t make it on TV, but she claimed to be pretty talented. She seemed pretty comfortable with herself, so I ask her to sing. She complies. She has an amazing voice, so we give her a huge round of applause.
Eventually the food comes. The center of attention has shifted from me, to the American Idol girl, and then to the chef, who is a charisma machine. I swear, this guy has better game then I do, the girl’s loved him. I think the fact that he was 35 and married hurt him a bit though So
I let him have the spotlight and calmed down a bit, because we were all
coming to see his food-show anyways. But I did convince him to do a
sake-bomb with me, which was completely awesome.
A few sake bombs, and 2 "that’s what she said's" later, the chef exits and we are all eating are food. Conversation is still flowing, and I start noticing something… I am getting eye-fucked by 3 of these girls. Like thoroughly undressed in their heads. At first I actually thought the 8 who was with the guy was giving me a dirty look because she seemed to be with the guy or whatever and I was saying some controversial shit, but after staring back at her directly in the eye and not breaking eye contact I knew she was checking me out. Her along with American Idol girl and the other 7 sitting next to her couldn’t keep their eyes off me. The fugly girl was probably doing it too, but I didn’t bother looking.
The problem was, that the hottest girl, the 9, was not one of these girls… and this girl is TOTALLY my type physically. So, while keeping the convo hot with her friends, I try to open her up a bit. I find out that she loves making necklaces, and made her friend one for her birthday. Nothing real deep, but better than before.
Eventually, it is time to go. I am in the worst spot logistically, trapped in the corner, and I have to pray that my parents pay the check before the girls do, so I can grab one of their numbers. Keep in mind my parents are the kind of people that would think it was completely inappropriate to grab a number at dinner.
I also have another dilemma… which number do I go for? Both 7s who were eye-fucking me hard are the farthest away. The distance combined with the fact that they are only 7s eliminate them (I have enough girls in rotation right now that a 7 really wouldn’t be worth it). The 8 is sitting next to the dude, and I don’t want to be THAT big of a dick, so I cross her off the list. The 9, who is 100% my physical type, is sitting closest to me… but had been showing me the least interest.
I decide, screw it, I’m going for the 9 if I get the chance. Luckily, my parents pay first. After my parents get out, I tell them I’ll meet them in the car because I have to chug the rest of my drink. I quickly hand the nine my phone, “quickly, put your number in my phone before my mom sees.” Her friends start going “ohhhhhhhh!” in the background. I look the 9 in the eye and say, “I’ll talk to you soon,” then leave.
Text message follow up like 5 mins later, copied from my phone:
Francis: “My mom woulda killed me if she saw us exchanging numbers…”
HB9: “Lol yeah I bet she would”
F: “We were discrete tho, cuz were ballers like that. Have fun for Britney’s bday 2nite”
HB: “Yeah we are. But I think your gonna have enough fun for the both of us
”
(she knew about my plans with my friends later in the night)
Then, the greatest thing happened the next day. She started pursuing me. Hard. The next 2 nights she sends me texts asking how my night was. We end up exchanging a bunch of texts. 3 days later I make her call me, because I didn’t get a chance to build as good of a connection with her as I woulda liked to at Ginza, and I am really confident in my phone game.
When talking on the phone, we click on a bunch of topics. I make her promise to make me a bracelet. We make plans to meet up on Friday, and go to the zoo. I would have made plans earlier, but she lives in a different city.
The next night our texts we text a bunch culminating in these:
HB9: “Haha so what kind of pictures would you like to receive tonight?”
Francis: “Just make sure they are something my mom wouldnt approve of, the more scandalous the better”
HB9: “haha I’m pretty sure I can do that”
… she sends me hot pictures (no nudity though, just lingerie)
Last Wednesday I get this text:
HB9: “Hey so I think you should know that I technically have a bf but it doesnt really matter”
Francis: “Good, he can keep u busy when ur not with me”
(classic line, so money)
HB9: “Haha exactly what I was thinking. Gezz great minds think alike
”
The on Thursday, the day before our plans, she texts me after she gets done with work, look for the massive sexual innuendo:
HB9: “Ah just got done with work, now im gonna take a nice long shower”
Francis: “Hot.. I bet u think about me when ur taking that shower”
HB9: “Okay ill try my best not to think about you when im getting all wet”
Francis: “It’s gonna be hard”
HB9: “You have no idea how hard that was, but I got through it.”
When Friday came along, we went to the zoo, vibed a little bit more… but I have to be honest, we weren’t at the zoo very long. We were back at my place by five o’clock. All I have to say is, when a girl is fantasizing about you in the shower the day before your date, it is really not that hard to escalate to sex. No LMR.
The funny thing, is the closest thing I got to resistance was this question: "Why did you pick me out of all of my friends?" That caused a small paradigm shift, because I thought she was being more reserved at the table because she was the "hot girl" while her friends were more eager to jump on my D. The truth is, many times the "hottest girl" doesn't know she is the hottest, especially if her friends are close to her level of attractiveness. She was just a bit more shy than her friends.
Apparently, all of her friends gave her mad props for getting my number... they were all a bit jealous. Great example of me switching the selector role from the usual "SHE is the selector" to "I am the selector". When you attract EVERYONE in the group, you ARE the selector. Which is why I don't focus on "targets" so much when doing group sets.
One more funny note. I didn't tell my parents about any of this, but I showed my brother the text messages between me and the girl and his reaction was literally "Oh My FUCKING god. She was so hot, I didn't even know that was going on." Funny how when you're game develops, you develop this social intuition, and you can see things on a different level than someone who doesn't have game. My bro was completely blind to the fact that these girls were so attracted to me.
But the good news is, after him seeing me in action, I convinced him to read "The Game"
... hopefully that will be his first step!
Now, I don’t know how many of you have been to a restaurant like this, but the set up is a table of about 10 people, surrounding a big metal surface that the chef cooks the food/pulls crazy stunts on. So usually you get seated with a few random people unless you have a huge group.
So we get there, and immediately we are seated. I’m sitting at the far end of the table (so I’m kind of isolated) with my family, when low and behold, FIVE hot girls, and their guy friend walk up and join us at our table. Well… let me clarify. Four hot girls, one fatty, and one dude. But hey, I still liked my odds. There was one 9, one 8 (who kind of seemed to be with the dude), two 7’s, and I won’t even give the fatty a number because that would just be mean.
Now, just to put a little more context on the situation, my parents are VERY conservative when it comes to dating. They both believe there is a proper way to go about things with a woman… which includes dinner, compliments, and maybe a bouquet of flowers here and there before you can even consider a sexual relationship. They know that I’m in the business teaching guys how to be deadly effective with women but they have been extremely skeptical that my boisterous, slightly cocky attitude works on woman.
My brother, although he is one of the most genuinely nice people I’ve ever met, is incredibly inexperienced with women. He avoids eye-contact, conversation, and any interaction he can with girls, and has never so much as kissed one. So naturally I’ve tried to introduce him to some material that is out there, but he has been very reluctant to learn. I always make a point to tell him stories of my success (in rather graphic detail) in order to show him that he can get this part of his life handled, but there’s only so much you can do to get someone in the game who doesn’t want to learn. Like my parents, he has yet to “see me in action.”
So basically my wings are two conservative parents and one virgin who can’t make eye contact. And logistically I’m in a little bit of a pickle too because I’m literally in the farthest possible spot from the girls.
So when the cuties sit down, naturally I speak up, and ask “Hey, how’s your night going guys?” in a loud, confident tone. This isn’t a cold approach, it’s the polite the thing to do. They replied that they were doing great, and that it was their friend Britney’s 19th birthday (she was one of the 7s)… so of course I wish her a warm happy birthday, and small talk commences. I joke that her and my brother, who share a b-day, are meant to be. They love this. My brother awkwardly laughs and avoids eye-contact.
Although I make a point to lead the small talk, I let my mom and dad ask them some boring questions, because I had an hour or so to game these girls and make an amazing impression on them, so I didn’t want to blow my load right away.
While my mom is asking the stupid questions, I am just making playful false assumptions.
For example:
Mom: “So where are you from?”
Cutie: “We’re from (small town in the area)!”
Mom: “Oh, that must be fun!”
Cutie: “Yeah, its alright…”
Francis: “So did you guys all grow up on the same farm, or did they separate you?”
Cutie: “Shut up, we did not grow up on a farm!!”
Francis: “Nah, it’s cool, I bet it was fun. I like girls who know how to raise cattle and such.”
Cutie: “I told you we didn’t grow up on a farm!”
Mom: “Francis, don’t be rude, they didn’t grow up on a farm!”
Eventually, a great x-factor got thrown into the whole environment… we had a SMOKIN’ hot server. So of course, I hit on her.
Francis: “I’m doing sake bombs tonight, will you do one with me?”
(Sake bombs are a shot of sake mixed with Japanese beer, that are usually done with chanting and pounding on the table, for those of you who don’t know)
Hot waitress: “I’m not allowed to, I’m working.”
Francis: “That’s kind of a lame excuse… you just couldn’t keep up with me”
Hot waitress: “Maybe after work…”
Francis: “I have plans. Will you at least chant with me?”
Hot waitress: “OK!”
… she retrieves me a beer and sake so I can do the sake bomb
Francis (turning to the b-day girls): “OK… I know you girls are too young to drink, but you have to chant with us. Hot waitress is going to lead us.”
Hot waitress leads the chant, and I take my sake bomb. Everyone is now thoroughly entertained, and the fun level of our table has risen a few notches.
When I’m done with the sake bomb, our appetizers. One of the cute girls tries to put a big roll of sushi in her mouth, but fails. She complains to her friend, “It’s too big… I can’t even fit it in my mouth!”
Francis: “That’s what she said…”
(Those of you who know me well know that there is no way I would possibly be able to resist saying that)
The whole table pauses for a split-second, and then everyone starts laughing their asses off. Except for my mom, who gives me a scowl. My dad shifts in his seat a bit uncomfortably. At this point, I’m the center of attention, and everything I say is causing massive amounts of giggles in the girls.
After the vibe chills down a little bit, I start asking the girls a few more personal questions, and I find out the birthday girl was a contestant on American Idol. She didn’t make it on TV, but she claimed to be pretty talented. She seemed pretty comfortable with herself, so I ask her to sing. She complies. She has an amazing voice, so we give her a huge round of applause.
Eventually the food comes. The center of attention has shifted from me, to the American Idol girl, and then to the chef, who is a charisma machine. I swear, this guy has better game then I do, the girl’s loved him. I think the fact that he was 35 and married hurt him a bit though
So
I let him have the spotlight and calmed down a bit, because we were all
coming to see his food-show anyways. But I did convince him to do a
sake-bomb with me, which was completely awesome.A few sake bombs, and 2 "that’s what she said's" later, the chef exits and we are all eating are food. Conversation is still flowing, and I start noticing something… I am getting eye-fucked by 3 of these girls. Like thoroughly undressed in their heads. At first I actually thought the 8 who was with the guy was giving me a dirty look because she seemed to be with the guy or whatever and I was saying some controversial shit, but after staring back at her directly in the eye and not breaking eye contact I knew she was checking me out. Her along with American Idol girl and the other 7 sitting next to her couldn’t keep their eyes off me. The fugly girl was probably doing it too, but I didn’t bother looking.
The problem was, that the hottest girl, the 9, was not one of these girls… and this girl is TOTALLY my type physically. So, while keeping the convo hot with her friends, I try to open her up a bit. I find out that she loves making necklaces, and made her friend one for her birthday. Nothing real deep, but better than before.
Eventually, it is time to go. I am in the worst spot logistically, trapped in the corner, and I have to pray that my parents pay the check before the girls do, so I can grab one of their numbers. Keep in mind my parents are the kind of people that would think it was completely inappropriate to grab a number at dinner.
I also have another dilemma… which number do I go for? Both 7s who were eye-fucking me hard are the farthest away. The distance combined with the fact that they are only 7s eliminate them (I have enough girls in rotation right now that a 7 really wouldn’t be worth it). The 8 is sitting next to the dude, and I don’t want to be THAT big of a dick, so I cross her off the list. The 9, who is 100% my physical type, is sitting closest to me… but had been showing me the least interest.
I decide, screw it, I’m going for the 9 if I get the chance. Luckily, my parents pay first. After my parents get out, I tell them I’ll meet them in the car because I have to chug the rest of my drink. I quickly hand the nine my phone, “quickly, put your number in my phone before my mom sees.” Her friends start going “ohhhhhhhh!” in the background. I look the 9 in the eye and say, “I’ll talk to you soon,” then leave.
Text message follow up like 5 mins later, copied from my phone:
Francis: “My mom woulda killed me if she saw us exchanging numbers…”
HB9: “Lol yeah I bet she would”
F: “We were discrete tho, cuz were ballers like that. Have fun for Britney’s bday 2nite
”HB: “Yeah we are. But I think your gonna have enough fun for the both of us
”(she knew about my plans with my friends later in the night)
Then, the greatest thing happened the next day. She started pursuing me. Hard. The next 2 nights she sends me texts asking how my night was. We end up exchanging a bunch of texts. 3 days later I make her call me, because I didn’t get a chance to build as good of a connection with her as I woulda liked to at Ginza, and I am really confident in my phone game.
When talking on the phone, we click on a bunch of topics. I make her promise to make me a bracelet. We make plans to meet up on Friday, and go to the zoo. I would have made plans earlier, but she lives in a different city.
The next night our texts we text a bunch culminating in these:
HB9: “Haha so what kind of pictures would you like to receive tonight?”
Francis: “Just make sure they are something my mom wouldnt approve of, the more scandalous the better
”HB9: “haha I’m pretty sure I can do that”
… she sends me hot pictures (no nudity though, just lingerie)
Last Wednesday I get this text:
HB9: “Hey so I think you should know that I technically have a bf but it doesnt really matter
”Francis: “Good, he can keep u busy when ur not with me
”(classic line, so money)
HB9: “Haha exactly what I was thinking. Gezz great minds think alike
”The on Thursday, the day before our plans, she texts me after she gets done with work, look for the massive sexual innuendo:
HB9: “Ah just got done with work, now im gonna take a nice long shower
”Francis: “Hot.. I bet u think about me when ur taking that shower
”HB9: “Okay ill try my best not to think about you when im getting all wet
”Francis: “It’s gonna be hard”
HB9: “You have no idea how hard that was, but I got through it.”
When Friday came along, we went to the zoo, vibed a little bit more… but I have to be honest, we weren’t at the zoo very long. We were back at my place by five o’clock. All I have to say is, when a girl is fantasizing about you in the shower the day before your date, it is really not that hard to escalate to sex. No LMR.
The funny thing, is the closest thing I got to resistance was this question: "Why did you pick me out of all of my friends?" That caused a small paradigm shift, because I thought she was being more reserved at the table because she was the "hot girl" while her friends were more eager to jump on my D. The truth is, many times the "hottest girl" doesn't know she is the hottest, especially if her friends are close to her level of attractiveness. She was just a bit more shy than her friends.
Apparently, all of her friends gave her mad props for getting my number... they were all a bit jealous. Great example of me switching the selector role from the usual "SHE is the selector" to "I am the selector". When you attract EVERYONE in the group, you ARE the selector. Which is why I don't focus on "targets" so much when doing group sets.
One more funny note. I didn't tell my parents about any of this, but I showed my brother the text messages between me and the girl and his reaction was literally "Oh My FUCKING god. She was so hot, I didn't even know that was going on." Funny how when you're game develops, you develop this social intuition, and you can see things on a different level than someone who doesn't have game. My bro was completely blind to the fact that these girls were so attracted to me.
But the good news is, after him seeing me in action, I convinced him to read "The Game"
... hopefully that will be his first step!
Dude, just reading this blog entry confirms me as a believer. I agree, its kinda weird to pickup girls with family around and try to stay respectful to your family at the same time. But, now that I also help people out in this area of their life, I had to tell my parents. I love your podcast interview with nick on CYC. Your wisdom really has helped me figure out the college scene. Keep up sharing your stories with success. It helps those belief when we've had the knowledge and haven't been as successful as we have strived to be.
Cheers, Tim Beau Sanders
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Lol :-p
Too bad it's not always so easy ...
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"I have enough girls in rotation right now that a 7 really wouldn’t be worth it"
--'getting good brings business business in by itself'
"The truth is, many times the "hottest girl" doesn't know she is the hottest, especially if her friends are close to her level of attractiveness"
--'huh?'
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Hahahahaha! That was such a smooth move man! I find it troublesome to be bringing your mom along. But only life can stir up such crazy shit... And I am not settled with the idea of having my mom around while I score some woman HAHAHA. That’ll be an idea! I admire your tenacity though. Making it work given the situation you are in. Keep it up!
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