Re: The Game - anyone know this pick up technique?
Post 98
Long one but worth it. (That's what she said!) 
This is my experience of watching a PUA in action in a bar with my ex-girlfriend from a few years ago. She’d gone off the toilet and as soon as she left, some guy came over and sat between her and me while his mate accosted her and started chatting to her. We’d seen them together earlier looking at her.
This weasely little twat started chatting to me in a overly friendly way. “Hey! How’s it going? Having a good night?”
“So do you like your mate then?”, I asked not looking at him but staring straight ahead.
“What?”
“Your friend. The guy you’re acting as wingman for. Over there talking to my girlfriend. If something bad happened to him would you give a shit?”
“Hey! We’re just having a chat here. There’s no problem.”, he said putting on a hurt expression.
“Oh, I know there’s no problem. I’m just asking a question here.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”, he asked with this annoying puzzled look on his face.
“Well you do. You’re keeping me – what do you call me? An A.F.C. isn’t it? - busy here while your mate tries to get my girlfriend of one year to dump me after working his magic on her for all of five minutes! Priceless!” I said laughing.
“I really don’t know what you mean. I’m just trying to be friendly.” Again with this hurt expression on his face as though anyone could doubt his motives.
I looked at him and smiled. “Sorry, mate I’m being a prick. I’ve had a tough week. So what shall we talk about?”
I could see his friend deep in conversation with my girlfriend. Luckily he hadn’t pulled out any magic tricks yet!
He relaxed a bit. “We can talk about whatever you want.”
“I know!”, I said, “Let’s talk about my ability to see the future. That’s always interesting.”
“Really?”, he leant forward doing his best as wingman. Bless ‘im!
“Yeah, watch this.” I put my index and middle fingers up to my temples and closed my eyes for a few seconds. “Yes, I can see it! I opened my eyes and looked at him.
“In about one minute my girlfriend is going to ask your mate for his phone number. Now she’s going to ask him to write it down using the pretext that the battery on her phone is dead. Now before he gets ahead of himself, it’s not because his charm has won her over. It’s because she wants to see which hand he writes with … as that’s the wrist she’s going to fracture.”
“What?”, he spluttered.
I nodded while lighting up a cigarette. “Yeah, I swear. She was an army brat and her dad taught her all sorts of self-defence shit. She’s proficient in two now so snapping your mate’s wrist would be a piece of piss for her. The thing I need to know for you is, just how pissed he would be with you, if he found out you had prior knowledge and did f—k all to help him.”
He stood up but to be honest wasn’t much taller than I was sitting down. “What f—king planet do you think I fell off. I know you’re bullshitting me! She’s as much like Bruce Lee as I am a monkey! I’m just trying to have a friendly chat with you, that’s all and you come out with all this shit!”
I shrugged. “Okay, I’m lying. Just to let you know however she did a wrist hold on me once. I swear to you, I’d have ratted out everyone I knew to make the agony stop.” I shuddered at the thought. “And that was just a demo! I can’t imagine how bad it would be for him when he get bitch-slapped by a … oh look, my psychic powers haven’t let me down! She’s getting him to write his number down now!”
We both looked over. “Oh wow! He’s a lefty like me. I just hope it’s a clean fracture. Would be a shame if a piece of bone hit a major artery! That’d redecorate the place in no time!” I laughed again.
“Mate, I know you’re talking out of your arse!”, he said starting to look a bit worried.
“Why would I make this up? If it weren’t true I’d just go over there and pull her away. This is much more amusing!”
We could now see her rolling her shoulders like a boxer and then cracking her knuckles.
“I think he has less than a minute now. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Recovery time for him will be months!” I looked at him visibly squirming now. “Seriously, you’re going to chance that shit happening to him?” I shook my head. “He’s gonna love you! So why don’t you toddle over to him and tell him to find another target or see what happens. What’s it going to be?”, I asked nonchalantly.
“You’re f—king mental mate!”, he spat walking over to his mate as my girlfriend walked back.
The nice thing was it was actually true that she could’ve seriously injured him but would never have done anything like that. The idea for this came after someone ‘sarged’ her in a bar once before which was just plain irritating. We’d had that signal of me lighting a cigarette as a sign for her to ask him to write down his number after about a minute. But all this PUA crap was going on years ago 2006 – 2008. Why the sudden resurgence?