Workshop #4 - Friday Night - Troll Management

Gabriel and Bobby were our workshop leaders this month, and they did some fantastic work. We kicked off the night with some discussion about apparent dichotomies in pickup, such as Outcome Independence vs. Persistence and Leading vs. Flexibility. It was a great philosophical discussion and Gabriel is a great thinker and philosopher

We then did some exercises in energy and facial expression calibration to be appropriate for a given venue. An example would be lowering volume in a library or book store, and being more physical and visually expressive in a loud dance club

Then we hit a local bar and got to work

34. 3 big black girls from a bachelorette party walk by. I vibe with them about random stuff. The really big black woman is hi-larious, and I leave in high state (C<5)

35. Two big hispanic girls. I wing Poker Face. They keep staring over our shoulders with an uncomfortable gaze, and then run behind us to grab the arms of their big fat hispanic men (B)

36. Again I wing Poker Face, this time on two blonds at the bar. I vibe with them about midwestern things, and run reckon/yonder and cow shit. One of these girls is about 250 pounds, and the other is old and doesn't know how to speak. I plow for about 10 minutes for the practice in plowing, and then move on (C>5)

37. I see a girl I have opened in the past across the bar. I walk up to her and just say, I know you... and then we hug. And then we make out. (This is the girl from approach #96 from the 3rd month in the pickup mansion - April)

I suspect the friend that cockblocked last time is in the area, so I chill a second and vibe with the girl. Her attention span is really short, and she is mildly intoxicated.

And then out of nowhere, the friend arrives... and snarls. Literally. She has this crazy look in her eyes, tosseled hair, and enormous teeth. She looks and acts like a troll. When she notices that I am totally nonreactive to her smell or her snarl, she says to me, I don't like you. I respond by saying I didn't know that was important to me. She laughs... and takes a pseudo-playful swing at me. I jump behind my target and pretend she is holding me back from kicking the trolls ass. In truth, I don't stand a chance. She outmatches me physically in every way, but she is no match for my intellectual horsepower. The troll laughs. The target laughs. I am in...

I talk with the target a bit more. I talk with the troll a bit more. The troll keeps trying to take my sunglasses... i keep fighting her off, and then eventually I change tactics. I hand them to her... and tell her to keep them safe while I go to the restroom. When I come back, she hands them back to me. And then I make out with the target.

At one point, Gabriel P comes in to wing, and the troll starts to get all aggressive with him and takes a couple swings. He wisely ejects. A troll is not to be trifled with

Now... the target has a horrible attention span, and she is seeking validation everywhere. There are 4 dudes standing next to her chair, hovering to give her validation. She turns to them occasionally and talks with them. Makes out with them. I grab her chair and spin her back to face me. That works, but... I decide to use the troll for my evil purposes. I start to say things to the troll, who are those creepy guys? They are just hovering there... it is so weird. And then with a delay for it to sink in, she starts to tell off the guys and gets rid of them for me

I mention an after party... the troll says can't we just think about the moment.

The troll goes to the bathroom, and I use this as an opportunity to pull the target elsewhere. We sit outside and make out and I tickle her pussy through her jeans. She grabs my cock. I tell her that we can't go home together tonight, and she asks why not? I suggest that she needs to win me over more. She says that I can come home with her tonight... and, this is where I fucked up. I said OK. Houston, we have validation! The proper answer was we'll see and some qualification

We hook back up with the troll, and now... I'm getting AMOG'd by this $60 year old. He manages to isolate by taking them out to smoke. I watch from afar, out of curiosity. He is trying to be sexual with the target, trying to kiss her, and it looks weird. I come in and ask the troll, "Is that her dad?" And she takes action, telling the guy off. Then I pull the target away, she jumps into my arms, and we make out.

Now, the troll is trying to hook-up. There seems to be some agreement that my target can't hook up with me unless the troll has someone. I spend a few futile minutes trying to help with that, looking for insta-wings. No takers. Even a guy she said she was interested in, when I pulled him over she snarled at him. WTF. Preemptive rejection perhaps?

We all hop in a taxi together... troll, target, me. Oops, I should have made a nomad sandwich. The troll is in a bad mood, and my target is propitiating. Your place? No. So I give the driver my address... a conversation between them ensues, and upon arrival they aren't going to get out. I'm not interested in working on this at this point, so I just leave. Total cost of taxi home for me: $0. I win
(k close)

B - 1
C<5 - 1
C>5 - 1
k/# - 1