I ran into a few PUA's last night whilst out with my gf N and her friend T. There's this hidden sub-culture of PUA's that I keep coming across and I think it's worth describing on our humble punting forum.
A while back I was lent a copy of "The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists" by Neill Strauss. It was a funny book, outlining the transformation of Neil who in Pick Up Artist (PUA) terms was called an Average Frustrated Chump (AFC) into "Styles", a mPUA (Master Pickup Artist). Most of this book was really about confidence, differentiating yourself and the art of "Negging" which is basically like in primary school - pull the girl's hair in front of you instead of telling her you actually like her. Oh, and coming up with stupid names for very everyday things that people do all the time like phone close and kiss close. Erm… getting someone's number and making out with a girl? It's also about defining terminology and all sorts of really silly stuff. Once you know their ways though, it's a very funny time messing with PUA's. So, I will also henceforth use my own abbreviation, BFD (big f'ing deal). I promptly chuckled at all the the silliness and gave the book back. I hadn't really thought about it until last night.
So, back to the story…
N and T were out on a girl's night out. So I hit the town with a couple of buddies for a blokes night. The night for us started at 10pm so it was going to be a big night. By 12, N was txting me and my mates had bailed and gone home. If you guys are reading this, you are SOFT! So I made my way to them - Hugo's, Bayswater Rd, Kings X. After much txting back and forth, I ended up just sneaking up on them and pretending to crack onto T. The look on her face was priceless.
There was a guy that had just bought the girls some drinks and he was trying to hit on T. Well, he later admitted that he was having a crack at both of them. So in terms of PUA, he was a AFC (Average Frustrated Chump) and he was using all of these techniques like any old aspiring PAW (Pickup Artist Wannabe). I didn't notice it at first but he tried to befriend me early on not realising that about 2 minutes in, it cottoned onto me that I knew what he was up to. So he took my friendliness as a green light and started to kino T. Kino is when they use kinesthesiology or touch early and often to see if there are IOI's, or Indicators Of Interest. Stupid, yeah? BFD, I say.
So T, not knowing any better is hitting him with the IOI's because she's having a good time and is dancing, drinking and happy. N at this point is draped over me and we're busy dancing away and I get to practice some latin dancing moves. N and I have been dating but this was our first night out officially as a couple and dancing the night away. So, our PAW is actually doing quite well until he does something really stupid and thinks I'm on the Game as much as he is.
I actually tell him that N is my gf and I'm not "picking up", for me she's a sure thing. He says, but the girls let me buy them a drink. I say, "listen, if you play things cool, you will have a good time with T but they're European women, go too hard and they have no problem going ice princess on you". So he starts asking how I PUA'd her and by this time, N and T are back and they're starting to ask me to translate. So I play it cool and tell N that he asked how I met her.
How do I explain to this guy that in his PUA lingo, N and T are "hired guns" or in our lingo ML/WL's and that I was just being myself, in PUA lingo, a charismatic natural and I'd basically figure out on my own how to do what PUA's think is the hardest thing to do… Pick up a "hired gun" who is used to dealing with guys that hit on them on a regular basis. BFD.
So it was, ha ha, on the internet - she picked me up… The look on his face was incredulous. Anyway, he goes to kiss N's hand and "kino turn" her away from me and she looks him in the eye and says, "my man is right here and if you do that again, he will take you outside." All in her cute Russian accent. So, T comes back and after some back and forth Russian, N and T box this guy off - backs to him and start talking to me. He tries to manoeuvre around and I have to politely tell him that he's just messed up so I'd quit whilst I was ahead if I was him. Anyway, he sidles up to T, apologises and asks her to dance. "A for the effort." I yell to them. N says, "no, A for asshole". Ouch. But sure enough she's 100% right. They're on the dance floor and he practically grabs her tits and squeezes them. T is back in a flash and grabbing my hand saying. Ok, you are N's man, time to protect us… Yep, guys - Euro girls do expect this from their men so if you guys want one, be prepared to give a few blokes some hard looks.
So PAW comes up to try to intercept me and I smoothly shift the girls behind me, between me and him, pat him on the chest and let him know he's done for the night. He yells over the top, "Why" and T, the cheeky minx that she is says, "Oh, it is time for us to leave. We will go and have threesome now. You are not invited". Wow, talk about a shut-out… So we go down to wait for a taxi.
You'd think our encounter with PUA's was over right? Nope… N is sitting down looking at me, smiling when a tall Aussie bloke comes over and tries to introduce himself to N. She turns to him and says, "This is my MAN, Jellyshots." And then we both look at him and say nothing. He stammers, "oh, you two are a really good looking couple" and then he wanders off. N and I chuckle…
Another guy walks up and lights a cigarette in between us and says, "oh, that was awkward". Ah, interesting "opener". I step between him and N and say, "yes, because neither of us smoke and it's a disgusting habit. You can quit though…" And he mumbles some sob story about his ex-gf cheating on him. I tell him not to worry but not to do silly stuff and try to use pick up techniques on 1. a woman who is taken 2. a guy who knows his tactics better than he does and 3. a woman who is foreign and doesn't understand his lines… So it was pretty funny but he shook my hand after.
And now, PAW number one comes out and he's whining to me about buying a round of drinks for the girls. I tell him BFD, I'll give you $50 for the round if you're that cheap. This just gets T laughing and she says, "I can afford to buy my own drinks but I think very small of man who can't afford to buy a woman one drink". And this is priceless… "You are not getting f*ck for one drink. There were other guys who bought us more drinks than you and they don't get f*ck".
At this point a taxi pulls up so I bundle the girls in and we head to Chinatown… Golden Century at 2:30am in the morning - yum!
We're in GC eating some seriously good scallops and exceptional salt and pepper prawns. In walks a punter from the Casino and he has no less than 3 hired guns, fake tans, fake boobs and all - smiles at me then takes the table next to me. Now this guy was trying to do the "Styles" from The Game. N, T and I had a great chuckle about their conversation. One girl was so drunk she was slurring and her inner westie accent was appearing over her fake posh one. So funny. N kept innocently asking me out loud. "Why is her accent change so much?" "This is normal?" And I'm trying not to giggle, telling her to stop it…
Anyway, this poor bloke thought he had lucked out, bagging 3 x HC (high class) and then finding out that really, he's bagged 3 x LC (low class). I really hope he paid for it and got at least a HJ off one of them. But that's punting, I guess, LOL.
4am, and GC is closed and off to another adventure...
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Originally Posted by hikhik
She has told me that in Russia and the Ukraine the numbers are about 1 guy to 4 girls and the good guys are easily 1 to 10 women...
