I should really start going out wearing my glasses sometime.
As two beautiful women were slipping their shoes on to leave my apartment, I donned my nerdy Peter Parker glasses and walked them down the stairs. As we waited for the cab, I feel my own insecurities come up.
"God, I look like a fucking NERD with my glasses on," I tell them. The brunette replies, "What!? NO! You look SO INTELLECTUAL. And it helps you because you really are!"
Ego boost +50. The blonde nods her head in agreement. We're chilling and waiting for a cab. The girls tell me it's OK for me to head off to bed, but I tell them it's my rule to be a gentleman. They both smile, as they drunkenly wobble their way to the cab and I kiss them good night.
That was the end of the night. Let's take a look at the beginning:
A PHASEBefore I even get to my approach, my social circle has one primary "Apple Tree," or one girl who continually brings me more and more women. This is one of the secrets to getting a social circle and not being a creepy dude. It helps that she's a strip club promoter, and has access to boatloads of hot girls. She is a great friend to have, and in return, I give her and her friends access to some of Hollywood's hottest clubs. Before the night even starts, she texts me that she wants to head to Lure, and she's got 2 hot friends (Strippers).
We meet in the lobby of a promoter's apartment building. We all meet the people in the party and head up to a slick studio overlooking Sunset and Vine. We take pictures, pre-party, and well, start meeting new people. I see two girls, a blonde and a brunette chatting by themselves, unengaged by any guy.
"Hello." <---- OPENER. IT TOTALLY WORKS
"Hi."
"My name is Ben, what's yours?" <------- THIS WORKS TOO
B PHASEThe blonde and brunette are saucy little fireballs... I use my wit and sarcasm to extinguish any sort of doubt in their mind, as they're railing me for no good reason.
"Why are you in a suit?"
"No one ever got kicked out for dressing too nice. Why are you in a dress? And have you been missing your medication?" (BIG SMILE!)
I fight shit slinging with humor, sarcasm and wit. The most charming gentleman has an impeccable sense of humor, in which he entertains, disarms, and entices his guests.
After shooting the shit and having a confab, we start talking about what we do. This is where the lifestyle aspect comes into play.
C PHASE"So what do you do?"
"I'm a studio drummer."
I don't like lying to women, ever. It's just not my thing to do. I always tell students - "3 things to get to a woman's heart - Genuine, Honest, Sincere." In this case, it works. I don't tell them about the feeding sharks, or the skydiving, I just tell them I'm a studio drummer. We keep talking and I find the girls are both from the midwest, and love Los Angeles (there isn't shit to do there... Former Chi-towner speaking the truth).
Then the brunette hits me over the head with Direct Interest
D PHASE"You're not like any guy I've talked to. You're... Extremely intelligent... I don't get that from a lot of guys out here." Says the brunette. The blonde continues:
"It's just how you speak. It's just, classy... Sure, you have your raucous jokes, but you speak very well!" Earlier in the elevator I had screamed, "DON'T PISS IN MY EAR AND TELL ME IT'S RAINING." Hilarity ensued, except for one stupid girl who said it was the gayest joke ever.
Best part is: They didn't even notice I was hitting on them.
The attraction was built from under the radar. Even before, this, they said, "I don't even feel like you're hitting on me!" And I simply replied,
"I'm not hitting on you. You're just attracted to me."
E PHASEThere's a portion of the night, where I just go out and rage. I party, I kiss, I have a blast with the women of the evening at Lure. I look at the clock, 1:17AM. It's time to Extract. I like sex, and I saw my girl in the corner drinking by herself. She's had a couple...
"Heyy youuuu" - slurred speech, vodka kisses come quickly. I like my blondes, so I go in for the pull.
"This place is getting lame. Let's party at my place. Come on"
"I'm not leaving without my friend!"
She grabs her friend. I feel like it's going to be a cock block. But she slathers herself all over me too, more vodka kisses.
The blonde convinces the brunette to come home with me. I'm holding the girls' hands. Everyone looks at me. Bouncers, onlookers, everyone. I am getting cat called
"THREESOME!! THREESOME!!"
"Hey buddy, you only need one girlfriend! Let me take one off your hands!"
"Ohhhhhh, shittttt. Asian guy's got some hella game!" <--- The bouncer, as we leave
We're back at my apartment. The girls are anxious. We have a drink to cool off and relax. We're all hanging out, then well... You know what happens
F PHASETHINGS I LEARNED TONIGHT:
No guy ever got dumped because he was too smart.
Being an intellectual can turn women on.
Your intellect is limited by your knowledge of language. Without knowing how to speak effectively, how can you share your intellect with others?
And to recap the night, here's some photos:

The girl on the right is my "Apple Tree" - love this girl to death!


