Post: #1

I decided to go out for a few beers after work. I’m riding solo and am just hanging out. For context, I’m on a month and a day dry spell. Holding it together although I am close to releasing the raging rapist inside of me.

Fast forward to around 330am my time. Somewhere between 8-13 beers later I’m feeling good, having a blast with some friends in a place known for (salsa) dancing, it stays open AND serves until 6am (roughly), and virtually the only place left on a Wednesday night with chicks still partying this late. I see the girl who I am going to approach next; also the girl I have been most attracted to all night.

My game is tight and things are care-free. We are digging each other; but then out of the corner of my eye I see this girl heading straight towards us glaring at me. I thought I knew her but could not place from where. She starts a convo with the girl I am into, and it turns out they are together, and apparently best friends.

I ask the intruder where I know her from. By the way, this is all in Spanish, and although I am getting much better, I am still pretty bad. She says something I don’t quite understand; but I got a weird vibe from it. She repeats herself twice more and I still don’t quite get it. Then I start to understand; apparently she is talking about a time I met (approached cold in a bar) her and a friend she was with 5 MONTHS AGO and how I ended up hooking up with her friend, but ended up being a jerk. Still have no clue who the friend is.

What happened next was by far a first. Not only did she somehow remember where I was from (I was gamming her freaking friend that long ago, not even her!!!) but word by word, from what seemed like out of her amazing ass, SHE RECEITED 4 OR 5 OF MY EXACT routines. These are (I thought) great routines, not only are they 'quick, and witty', but for regular routines, they are very situational and don’t seem like lines. Plus they have been fucking field tested. She started pulling stuff out that I had forgotten about. I must have really pissed her first friend off, or something. I was dumbfounded. That had never happened.

I didn’t think I was stupid enough to spout the same game every time (I usually try to at least change minor details, if not entire stories, to avoid just that) but she took the wind out of my sails. Killed all attraction I had built, nullified a couple make out sessions. I had already used some of the routines on the current girl and by now nothing was salvageable, let alone cordial.

WTF?

Post: #2

Shit, if she remembered the routines then they must be good!

This is why in a group of friends you have to be careful about which girl you go for. You only get one chance. You didn't do anything wrong, just bad luck.

Post: #3

My she must have be a real sad bitter sack to commit all that to memory.

Reading this makes me glad I don't do routines. I would have been furious.

Post: #4

Routines are useful because you can practice them and improve upon them. They're especially helpful for men who don't have good improvisational ability. Still, I am with you on this Vicious...and frankly improvisation is more fun for me. I really enjoy spinning bullshit and seeing where it takes me, have since I was a little boy in first grade convincing my homeroom that frogs have three eyes.

I agree with Roosh that this is just plain bad luck. It reminds me of a buddy of mine and his "dead bolt" story. He railed some skank in his dorm, then he asked her if she wanted to go to a party next door and rip a bong. As she walked out, he pushed her out and dead bolted the door. He ignored her pounding and went to bed.

She later tried to get some of her guy friends to jump him and kick his ass behind a bar, but it turned out that her guy friends already knew him and liked him. So instead they ditched her and painted the town red with him that evening.

Some time later he was on a third date with a new girl and met her group of friends for the first time. The dead bolt victim was in the group of friends, and naturally she was madder than a wet hen. She told the group the tale, and he was asked by the new date if the story was true. He smirked and said that it was, and then he got up and left.

Post: #5

Girls have a surprising memory of the bullshit we spit to them. I've never had such an extreme case, but I'm frequently surprised at the trivial, whimsical things that they remember, but I just said to just to keep the temperature stable in an interaction.

I have pretty impressive recall skills too, but I just don't prioritize their stories in my memory banks.

Post: #6

Pinches mexicanas locas.

Post: #7

Sometimes these things get out.

I've been called on using Horse Girl by some chick who'd heard it before. I blew out spectacularly and loved it.



Next.

Post: #8

(10-13-2011 05:55 AM)sylo Wrote:  I didn’t think I was stupid enough to spout the same game every time (I usually try to at least change minor details, if not entire stories, to avoid just that) but she took the wind out of my sails.

I think it's fucking awesome you were blown out.

Once you meet and spit game at so many girls, and you treat them all as fungible, your game gets tights.

You're not even remembering the girls you're hitting up. They're just random faces...in a sea of faces.

Props to you.

Post: #9

Hahaha, I had this exact same thing just happen to me, albeit online (I know, not as cool).

Some OKC chick messaged me, pretty cute, but don't recognize her. She references a line or two of mine, I think, okay, guess she got the message I spam to everyone. We have a brief back and forth, and she's reciting my lines verbatim, on *me,* that I only use in IM or over the phone, and I don't recall talking to her ever. OKC shows I never IMed her. Some sort of weird troll/stalker. I accused her of being a troll, then she used a trademark rejection line of mine. WTF?

I totally forget about the girls I kiss/finger, but don't bang. My friends will remember the hookup better than I will.

Post: #10

Shift it away from the attention whore back to you. They may have memorized an old conversation (because it's the only date they've had this year), but they never remember anything about you.

"Wow, you've got a really good memory. Tell me, what's my favorite color?" (favorite drink, favorite food, favorite movie, hometown, Mom's hair color, first dog's name, etc.)

Best case, she'll blow out herself. Worst case she'll actually know this shit and social proof you to the friend in the process.

One possible windup: "So, since you have all this investment in memorizing me, now tell me why we stopped, and have you fixed that yet?"

Post: #11

(10-13-2011 01:32 PM)basilransom Wrote:  She's reciting my lines verbatim, on *me,* that I only use in IM or over the phone, and I don't recall talking to her ever.

Two girls you've opened were talking men they've had and just realized they've both had you. One's reading old texts from her phone/PC and the other's typing them in to you.

"Sounds like a fun gathering of old girlfriends. Why don't we all meet and share a bottle to old times?"

Post: #12

(10-13-2011 05:55 AM)sylo Wrote:  I decided to go out for a few beers after work. I’m riding solo and am just hanging out. For context, I’m on a month and a day dry spell. Holding it together although I am close to releasing the raging rapist inside of me.

Fast forward to around 330am my time. Somewhere between 8-13 beers later I’m feeling good, having a blast with some friends in a place known for (salsa) dancing, it stays open AND serves until 6am (roughly), and virtually the only place left on a Wednesday night with chicks still partying this late. I see the girl who I am going to approach next; also the girl I have been most attracted to all night.

My game is tight and things are care-free. We are digging each other; but then out of the corner of my eye I see this girl heading straight towards us glaring at me. I thought I knew her but could not place from where. She starts a convo with the girl I am into, and it turns out they are together, and apparently best friends.

I ask the intruder where I know her from. By the way, this is all in Spanish, and although I am getting much better, I am still pretty bad. She says something I don’t quite understand; but I got a weird vibe from it. She repeats herself twice more and I still don’t quite get it. Then I start to understand; apparently she is talking about a time I met (approached cold in a bar) her and a friend she was with 5 MONTHS AGO and how I ended up hooking up with her friend, but ended up being a jerk. Still have no clue who the friend is.

What happened next was by far a first. Not only did she somehow remember where I was from (I was gamming her freaking friend that long ago, not even her!!!) but word by word, from what seemed like out of her amazing ass, SHE RECEITED 4 OR 5 OF MY EXACT routines. These are (I thought) great routines, not only are they 'quick, and witty', but for regular routines, they are very situational and don’t seem like lines. Plus they have been fucking field tested. She started pulling stuff out that I had forgotten about. I must have really pissed her first friend off, or something. I was dumbfounded. That had never happened.

I didn’t think I was stupid enough to spout the same game every time (I usually try to at least change minor details, if not entire stories, to avoid just that) but she took the wind out of my sails. Killed all attraction I had built, nullified a couple make out sessions. I had already used some of the routines on the current girl and by now nothing was salvageable, let alone cordial.

WTF?

You can still fuck this broad. Think about it. She remembered shit you said to some other chick 5 months ago? You still have a great opportunity to check her gag reflex. No game. No bullshit. Just look that bitch in the eye and let her know it's here turn.

Post: #13

(10-13-2011 01:32 PM)basilransom Wrote:  Some OKC chick messaged me, pretty cute, but don't recognize her. She references a line or two of mine. She's reciting my lines verbatim, on *me,* that I only use in IM or over the phone, and I don't recall talking to her ever.

Is it possible you wrote these on OKCupid and her friend in the room was reading her "messages received" history from that site?

If so, does blocking someone remove all your texts to them? If so, this would be a reason to block girls afterwards so they don't have a history of texts of yours to refer back to months later.

Post: #14

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You can still fuck this broad. Think about it. She remembered shit you said to some other chick 5 months ago? You still have a great opportunity to check her gag reflex. No game. No bullshit. Just look that bitch in the eye and let her know it's here turn.
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She was a cock blocker; not my target for either of the interactions. I wanted the hot girl, not the attention starved girl bitter about her dry spell.

Post: #15

Stop using routines.

Post: #16

I disagree, there was no friend probably, you probably fucked her and don't remember. It is near impossible for someone you have met and have no interest in at a club to even hear what you are saying.

Post: #17

I've had a similar thing happen to me back in college.

Saw a girl at a party, went to talk to her.

HER: You're the guy who asked for my friend's phone number.

S: I did?

HER: Yeah, and you walked by us the other day in the parking lot and laughed at us.

S: I don't even know who you are...

HER: And then last week in the computer room you took the printer paper out before I could print my paper.

S: That was you?

HER: Un-huh.

S: I don't even know what you're talking about, I'm pretty sure I've never met you.

HER: Don't play stupid with me!




Bitches be crazy.