Ultra-Confident Rockstars… shit, Natural as hell!

Last night ManEater and I went to see Louis XIV, a band from San Diego.  About 90% of their songs are about fucking, so I obviously love them.  One song, Finding Out True Love Is Blind, has been one of my anthems as a PUA.  I suggest you check it out, it’s good stuff.

I talked to every person around me.  Guys, girls, old couples (actually a really ecclectic crowd was there, surprisingly) it didn’t matter, I just had a good time.  ManEater and I were standing at the path to the bathroom and inside bar, so there was constant traffic moving by us.  It was a good place to be social and pickup, but bad because it required some really fast thinking.

I don’t believe in “lines” or “openers”, but here were some some examples of what I said that “worked” (which is such a terrible way of thinking), and the reasons why they probably did.

1.  A girl stepped on my foot and I yelled, “OWWWW!” then stared at her, and started laughing.  She loved it, stopped, started kino’ing and joking with me, then moved on (since she was going to the can).  The key was the exaggeration of it all.  Exaggeration expresses a couple of key components of an attractive man.  Humor and a lack of fear of judgmentalness/taking up space/being the center of attention.  Again, its not about the line it’s about what you’re subcommunicating.

2.  Every now and then the line would stop, or hold up, and a girl would stop and look around frustrated because the line moved.  And I would lean over and be like, “come on, it’s time to start throwing elbows!  Fuck them up, that’ll get the line moving.”  A couple of girls started playing along, and say something like, “nah, I can wait”, and then I’d bust on them and say, “no way, I know you have it in you to kick some ass.  You’re fucking evil.”  Grin, and that would get them laughing and smiling.  Again, humor and playfulness.  Also, Nonex taught me that making accusations is great (in a humorous way) for showing nonneediness and all that other good stuff.  To me it all boils down to having fun with situations and bringing value.  The humor has the ability to diffuse any feelings of frustration that she was having, bringing her value.

Other then that it was just a bunch of eye contact and jokes.  Nothing too crazy.  I didn’t get too involved in any interactions, because I was genuinely enjoying the concert.

Nonetheless, when it was over, ManEater and I searched out the lead singer of Louis XIV, Jason, who was standing at the bar 10 feet away from us.  When we walked over some guy talking Jason’s ear off.  It was awful, you could see his eyes fogging over with boredom.  Seriously, that must be the most annoying part of having some sort of “fame”, people walking over and just spewing all their bullshit at you like they know you or something.

I turn to ManEater and say, “I’m gonna totally AMOG this guy.”  We walk over, I throw my arm around Chatty McChatterson, and I say to Jason, “hey man!  My friend really wants a picture with you dude.”  ManEater is a pretty attractive girl so he happily complied as Chatty sulked away.  ManEater and I talked to Jason for a little bit, but I didn’t want to come off like an annoying star fucker. 

The guy oozed sexuality.  It made it so much more clear why all his songs are about sex and fucking.  ManEater was melting in his arm as he slowly and softly stroked her back unconsciously.  There were about three other girls, all 9’s or 10’s, standing around him buying him drinks and giving him attention.  All their Buying Temperatures were pushed way up.  I’m 95% sure Jason had a 4-some with them, and I think ManEater wanted to join in also.  He was pretty good looking, so he had that going for him, but the confidence flowing off him was unbelievably apparent.  The first true natural I’ve ever met (even more so then other “rockstars” I’ve known).

On our way out I say to a 5 set, “kissing the rockstars ass” absentmindedly.  They pull me back in, “who is that guy?” and I talk to them for about a second.  That was working off pure flow.  Again, I refuse to believe that I need to do anything special to “pickup”, other then being happy, having fun, and refusing to inhibit myself.