(04th September, 2017 Email)
I absolutely hate phony people. And I’m sure you do too.
It doesn’t happen often, but I’ve been ‘tricked’ into a seemingly nice little conversation (generally with older white-haired gentlemen) who have come up to me with an innocent enough question of some sort. Then BAM! Suddenly the topic sways onto the ‘way of the lord’. Here I was just sitting quietly minding my own business as well. Then they’ve created some sparse precedent and reciprocity in politely talking back and forth for a short sum of time. Yet they’ve tricked me. It was an elaborate ploy to create some mental ‘obligation’ to listen to their boring-ass religious B.S. until I find a polite way to ‘out’ myself.
Same goes with charities in the street
All those do-gooders who say “we’re not looking for money today”.
Suddenly your guard is down
You hear them out a little bit
They’re only looking for people to *sign their petition* today.
Ok, fair enough.
Oh, they need my name and post code on the first page of the form… that’s not too bad
On the second page they now want my email address? Well, I can give them that as well. If they start spamming me, I can easily delete the emails and unsubscribe. Plus, I’ve already taken the time to fill out page one.
Cool – all done
… Or am I…
Turns out there’s a third page.
My phone number?
Why the hell do they want that?
Jesus, well this cute girl has just supplied me 4 minutes of pleasant enough conversation. Plus I’ve just finished going through the first 2 pages of details. I guess I may as well finish this last page.
You didn’t think charities are smart?
They’re HUUUUUUUGE organizations. They don’t become that way without a plan.
They even structure the stupid forms in a way to create reciprocity before getting to the all-important details that they really wanted, the phone number.
Now you forget all about it for the next week or so.
Until *ring ring, ring ring*. Suddenly there’s a call from an unknown phone number.
Who is it on the other end? Some person reminding me that I signed a petition last week on [exact date and time]. Yes, I do remember. Oh yes, I also recall all those amazing features that your charity does for those unlucky people around the world who have less than I do in my lucky 1st-world life of mine
Now you start hearing the charity pitch that you were so graciously spared from listening to on the street last week.
If this system didn’t work, you wouldn’t have charities paying some hot chick $22/hour to stand outside all day collecting phone numbers for a ‘petition’.
There’s a method to their madness
And it pisses me off.
Does it piss you off as well?
Good. It should.
Now, I’ve got bad news for you.
Especially if you’ve Daygame approached indirectly. Or not kept up your sexual presence after the direct opener.
You’ve *tricked* these poor girls into an unsuspecting nice chat. Only to reveal your true intentions of ‘wanting’ something right at the end.
This leaves a sour taste in her mouth. (That’s a bad thing – we want to be leaving a sweet, possibly pineapple-ly taste in her mouth instead.)
Is it any wonder these chicks aren’t replying to your messages?
Now you’ve realized where you are going wrong
You’re in luck
Because I’m going to help you ‘right the wrong’ of your poor behavior.
Ideally, you’ve been a sexual threat throughout the Daygame approach. Doing this cures any and all problems you may have otherwise had. She will KNOW that the number close is coming. It’s only natural for 2 sexual human creatures that want to boink privates to stay in touch somehow.
The perfect number close comes in 3 stages:
Lead into it with a joke
Here’s what I say;
“Well [chick’s name], I’ve got to go. I’m on my way to meet a friend for coffee… and you’ve made me late. But it’s ok, I’m going to blame you. I’m going to say, “it was this damn Italian chick’s fault, she wouldn’t stop talking to me.” Insert big grin here.
“But I think you’re very sexy, and another time I’d like to get a drink with you. Would you like that?”
As soon as she inevitably agrees, I whip my phone out and start inserting her name.
While I’m putting in her name, I ask her if she has ‘WhatsApp’.
Most tourists from Europe or South America do.
From there, I tell a quick story about only discovering WhatsApp during my working holiday in Canada. Here, I open another curiosity loop of conversation for her to sink her teeth into if she so pleases.
I pass her my phone and let her type the phone number in.
The important part.
We don’t just ditch straight away. This is the ‘minor leagues’ equivalent to banging a chick and telling her to get the fuck out of your bedroom right as you pull the cum-filled condom out of her pussy.
We want to metaphorically caress her and let the ‘love hormones’ take effect for a few minutes.
Now is the time
Bring it up and give her a few minutes of comfortable conversation before bidding farewell to the sexy senorita.
This is my number closing technique that drastically cuts your flake rate by injecting some extra comfort into the set after the number close. It doesn’t leave the girl wanting to run away from this old white-haired dude who’s suddenly busted out his bible and is preaching Jesus.
Listen to how I do it at the end of this infield Daygame approach:
See you tomorrow,