Chasing the DJ – Long Term Game and Breaking The Rules For A Girl You REALLY Want

This is the long game of all long games.  First off, let me make this point: long game is never, ever a girl that you are close to or friends with.  Sure, some guys may pull it off, but it’s because they’re pussies and don’t know how to make the move, and the girl is so damn into them that they excuse their being pussies.  Or, of course, the guy goes through a massive physical transformation that makes the girl change her perspective on the guy.

Anyway, I met the DJ in 2004.  Almost 8 years ago.  It’s so crazy to say that.  We were never close, never really talked all that much, but have always been around each others social circles.  While I always kept tabs on her, when we finally were reintroduced by mutual friends she didn’t even know who I was until I reminded her.  A huge look of recognition, and literally told me to take her phone number.

It was very odd.  I took her number down, and when I started sending her txts, I got nothing in return, and thought I just needed to back down again until we could run into each other one more time.  Of course, because I’m an idiot, I found out later that I had taken her number wrong.

Let me be very clear about this girl.  She is, for me, one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on.  Of course, if I were to show most of you a picture, you would think, “yes, she’s hot, but most beautiful?”  Which is cool.  She’s got the things that fit my own attraction things most.  She’s short, dark hair, pale skin, light eyes that are the size of silver dollars, incredibly full lips, plus she’s latina and has curves upon curves upon curves.

I waited for a long time without getting in touch with her, hoping that I’d run into her again one day, which I did at a local concert.  I was with Black Widow, my best friend, and went walking off to check out the venue.  I had a feeling that she may be there, and I saw her standing all by herself off to the side of the place.

I said, “well if it isn’t the beauty of Facebook?”  (Like all attractive girls, she is a blatant attention whore, posting flattering, not revealing, pictures of herself on Facebook eating up all the compliments and comments guys post, which no one reading this blog should be doing).

She replies, “just of Facebook?”  With a smile.  Hooked.

We talk for a little bit about the bands playing, keeping it pretty light, but definitely flirty, keeping her smiling and laughing. Her friend, who was in the bathroom, walks back over, and she’s kinda giving me some attitude, but she realized that we knew each other and loosened up.  The best part of working social circle, over random cold approach, is that diffusing obstacles is a non-issue because you probably know them anyways.

We all talked for a bit, then I asked her to join me and my friends. Did I use a compliance test and a slight venue shift? Yes. Did I do it because I purposefully was testing her compliance by seeing if she’d go somewhere with me? No.

This is one of the problems with learning pickup. It makes it so that you can’t act normally at times, and you get indoctrinated with bullshitty stupid strategies that sneak into your head even if you don’t want them to.

I digress, the DJ and her friend, walk with me to join my friends. Its a great sign. Unfortunately, my friends had decided to stand right next to the speakers and its obnoxiously loud. She doesn’t want to be there, so they take off. Thanks friends.

After that night I decide I have to be a little more aggressive with this girl.

So I do something I never, ever, ever thought I’d do to get a girl’s attention, I buy her a gift. Sparing details because it’ll give too much away, it was absolutely perfect. It cost me next to nothing, it was unique, and it fit her perfectly.

Of course, it is very try hard, but at times I think a guy has to work to get the attention of a very in demand woman.

We get together on a Monday, only being able to squeeze me in her busy schedule and not giving me a full hangout. We meet up and she is pretty negative and tired. She’s not exactly going through the easiest time.

I sit patiently and listen. An important lesson I’ve learned in life is that when someone starts complaining its best to just listen, saying, “that sucks”, and never, ever offering advice.

After not that long, I say, “well good thing I got you this, because I know you’re going to love it.” And hand her the little gift. She actually starts to tear up a little bit. She totally loves it.

Her entire demeanor changes. She’s asking me more questions, smiling a lot more, and laughing. I really tried to play down the gift, but she really loved it.

At one point she goes up to get a donut, and she’s leaning over the counter, obviously showing me her ass.  That image is burnt in my head forever.

We don’t spend much more time than that together, but she its very, very warm. I don’t ask her to do something else, because I don’t want her to think that I gave her the gift just to entice her to spend more time with me.

Later that week I txt her that I’m going to be near her neighborhood, and she says to let her know.

On Friday I’m out with another girl, Records (next post), and we go into a CVS, and the DJ is at the register checking out. Records goes off to buy more alcohol and I walk over to say hi.

She tells me she has to wake up early, and I say cool. I’m a bit more worried that Records us going to walk over, so I start to walk away.

As I’m already walking away, the DJ asks, “what are you doing around here?”

I tell her that I’m hanging with a friend. But then I tell her I’ll be back around the next day, and she says, “hit me up, I get off work after 7.”

I figure I’m in so good. Things are heading on the exact right path. She’s showing interest, inviting me to hang out.

Then, the next day, I call her around 9, straight to voicemail. I don’t leave a message, so I txt her. She writes back an hour or so later with just a single word. I respond, with no response.  Even the next day I send her a very innocuous message, just to test the waters and there’s no response to that either.

What happened? I don’t know. Its very confusing. The only reasonable explanation I have is that the place she went to for work (she does freelance work) was full of people from a rival company of mine that I had some major, major beef with.

I can see it now.  Super hot girl among super fat horrible cunty bitches, “oh man, I’m hanging out with the cutest guy tonight.”

Fat horrible cunty bitches, as they chow on a giant bucket of fried chicken not bothering to clean the grease off their faces, “oh no way.  I can’t get a man, cause I’m a fat cunty bitch that always talks shit about the guys that I go out with on Twitter, even though I should be really appreciative that any man would be willing to go so far down on his standards that he’d go on a date with a fat cunty bitch like myself.  Who is this guy that you’re going out with, that I’ll probably end up being jealous and resentful of because he’s not going out with a fat cunty bitch like me, but rather a gloriously hot and awesome girl like yourself?”

Super hot girl: “Oh, it’s this guy Lex.  You may actually know him?”

Fat horrible cunty bitch: “Lex!  Yes, I know that motherfucker.  He tried going out of his way to help us out, but one time when asking me a very innocent question I acted like a horrible fat cunty bitch and he told me off.  What an asshole!  You definitely should not fuck that guy.”

Otherwise, the only other explanation I have is that her phone was swapped out by some Podperson from the land of Cuntia.

I could probably use the word Cunt in every sentence if I wanted to.

So things are relatively dead.  Which is tragic, but then again, I’ve been patient for a lot of years, so I’m not going to let myself be counted out so far.  Who knows, maybe the DJ just got her period, maybe she just found out she wasn’t getting her period, maybe her cat puked on her shoes, maybe she puked on her cat’s shoes.

Who knows, I just know that patience is a virtue, and I’m going to try to wait this one out.  It would be a shame to get so close to touching the sun, only for it to melt the wax on my wings.

Toodles.