So I went on a date with this chick after a short yet intense chat originally sourced on Bumble.

One of the unintended consequences of taking dating apps seriously to promote my AI has been that I have been dealing with more girls than I would have initially expected for this year.

For once, I decided to go against some of my habits, because she was smooth in the delivery:

When I asked what she was doing on Thursday, she replied:

"I am having dinner with a Frenchman. What about you?"

I thought to myself, that is good game, I will go with it (it did help she was hot), although I usually don't take a girl for dinner before I hit.

"I am having dinner with a 5'3 blondie."

She looked homely, no tattoos, relatively natural, she would have passed most guys "no hoes filter".

When I suggested a place in Chelsea (a wealthy area in London), she said she didn't like it, but preferred Mayfair (the most expensive location in London). I eyerolled in my head but decided to go with it.

I booked a place at one bar/restaurant I have not been in a while, to eat sushi with her.

She arrived in a black dress with black Louboutins. When we were being seated at our table, I had already clocked two legit 10s. This is when I said to myself, damn, I forgot the quality when you get to these high-end places. That gave me some mojo.

We had a drink at the bar before we started ordering at our table.

She then started with what is the most adventurous stuff I have done recently. She is obviously expecting me to say where I travelled to. The level of what a woman considers adventure is the last all-inclusive holiday she booked on lastminutedotcom. Still, I did not have anything in stock, so I was toying with myself, whether I should talk about the psychic encounter I recently had, or the sex party I was invited to by a girl I recently met. I decided on the former, as it was too early on the date to make that choice of thread.

"You will never guess, I went to see a psychic recently."

"Really, why?"

"My friend recently came back from Hong Kong and told me about his reading, and I was just walking on the streets to get some sushi, and this Indian kid was giving flyers to people. I decided I had some time to kill after my lunch, so why the hell not? Let's see what they will have to say."

"Was that your first time?"

"Yeah, curiosity killed the cat."

"So what did she say?"

"It was a bloke, he made me shuffle some rocks and asked to see my hands afterwards, and then he asked me to write my name and date of birth on his big notepad. He drew stuff and did some incantation. He told me some vague things but also some precise details which actually startled me, not gonna lie."

"Like what?"

"We just started talking, I can't be telling you all about me already, anyway, he told me that a man and a woman used black magic on me, a lot of negative energy is currently surrounding me, very bad, and when I asked what type of black magic. He said "Wudu". I was using a pretty candid tone in delivery.

"Wudu?"

"I asked ChatGPT later, but it could not tell me where it was from. It wasn't until I told the story to my friend, who clarified that's how Indians say "Voodoo"."

She giggles. I continued.

"He started to say all the wrong things in life that happen to me are because of this black magic cast upon me. At the end, he gave me a lemon and started writing on it my name and DOB, plus some stuff, and he gave me another thing to put under my pillow where I put my head to sleep. The lemon I needed to carry it with me all the time, he will be doing prayers for me for the next 5 days, and I needed to come back on the weekend, for the final exorcism."

"So did you do it?"

"Yeah, he was sending me all the prayers to recite every night. I decided to play along and came the day before our meeting, when he told me to wear a cotton T-shirt overnight and bring it with me in a bag. So I did."

"What happened then?"

"When I went to see the guy, I was greeted by him, but also another one, whom he introduced to me as his master, who originally comes from Birmingham, who happened to be here, and he suggested that he meet me. He presented himself to me, and we had an early chat about the previous reading and what had happened in the meantime. He asked if I kept the lemon with me at all times. I confirmed, though I wondered if it was a problem if I replaced the one that was given to me with me writing what the original one had on me, after it was previously crushed under my weight (I had to carry it in my back pocket on a date, and it made me stink of lemon, yet I still managed to pull regardless, but that is another story that I also kept from telling from her). He confirmed it was fine, but the craziest shit happened afterwards."

"Go on."

"He asked that I use my cotton t-shirt to scrub myself afterwards, arms, face, and legs, where I had skin showing, and asked me to fold it and hold it in my two palms, and now he will get rid of that demon inside me. He warned me that there should be adverse reactions, screams, fire, nausea... He started the prayer, and I began to feel an unease in my stomach, as if a black whirlwind was forming, but when I started closing my eyes, he told me to keep them open. That feeling went into my chest and into both my arms, and then the t-shirt started to burn, coming from the tip of my fingers."

"You are lying; that did not happen."

"They took the t-shirt off me, tamed the fire, and put it in a receptacle and told me I had three more demons. They were shocked and asked whoever had done that to me, as they must really have a massive grudge. They were bewildered."

"And how were you feeling?"

"Weirdly enough, I was calm and I told them that it's what French negativity does to you."

She laughed.

"But did they use anything on you?"

"Some type of Holy liquid during the incantation."

"That must have been inflammable."

"I thought so too, but then they used that same liquid to tame the fire inside the receptacle."

"Are you not worried?"

"Nah, they tried to upsell me a £3,800 healing ritual to get rid of the three others, but I declined. If I managed to live with 4 demons, 3 won't make it harder." (I wanted to say that Babidi tried to control me but failed; however, I suspected she would not get the DBZ reference).

The reason I share this side of the story in detail is to illustrate how to tell a narrative and convey themes about yourself using a third party, even though you narrate it. This is how you prime someone to see you in a different light, without having to qualify yourself. If you use esoterism and magic, it adds a little extra (lesson from my PUA days).

I asked her what happened to her last dates, and she confirmed they were lovely gentlemen, but they were boring with no edge (I translate it for you). They also took her for dinner, and this is where she said she only considers dinner dates, nothing else. She was trying to convey that High Value Woman stuff, which, considering where she was living, made sense. However, I got her to tell on herself that she used to fall for players and fuckboys, by preaching the false to get to the truth.

Then she started to try to take control of the conversation and run the typical fact sheet on me, yet things got interesting before I deflected and redirected.

She asked about my siblings, and I told her I had a little brother. When I asked her if she had any, she told me a high number, and as she went through it, naming them in the process, I was in for a surprise. Her older sister of 2 years had one of these names you only hear once.

"Does she play tennis?"

"Yes."

"Is she single?"

"Yes."

"Does she have a dog?"

"OMG, you know her?"

In my head, I started to link; she was also living in the same neighbourhood as my date. Shit. And she looked relatively similar. That is when I realised, but I gave it away to her. I was shuffling.

"I think I spoke to her before."

"You have met her, haven't you?"

"I think I would remember."

I can feel she is in disbelief, nodding sideways her head.

"If that can make you feel better, you can send her pictures of me, and I bet you she will tell you what I am telling you, if she even remembers."

Thankfully, my bluff worked.

"No, that won't be necessary."

For context, this is how I dealt with her older sister a few months prior.

We were supposed to meet in Chelsea, but she flaked on me 2 hours before. I was with friends, so that did not bother me. Yet, she triggered my pettiness, as her birthday was a few days after the original date set up, so I followed up with her, wishing her happy birthday, and she asked if we could meet up, so I decided to amp up the offer and booked a dinner date at some very nice venue, to which she was excited about.

Once I suspected she had arrived on the day, I called her and told her I was stuck at home because my broker called me, saying there was a problem closing my trade. I had to remain in front of my computer for the next 10-20 minutes, and our table would be taken, so I told her I would call her a cab to mine, and not to worry, I had champagne, and I would cook something.

I suspected she would go along as she already was invested enough; make-up, clothes, expectations, and sunk cost fallacy would do the rest. I was right, she eventually came, I did not cook shit, I ordered a Thai, I hit on a budget, and that was it. Eventually ghosted her.

When I had to settle the £200 bill for dinner this evening, it was Karma telling me I had to pay for my prior shenanigans.

We eventually left for another bar, and although I can tell her energy was warm, she was playing hard to get. But she did not complain when I grabbed her ass on the way to the other venue. Who do you think I am, she was saying that seriously, not with some faux air of being shocked by my audacity, yet I could not care. I doubled down, but she was still giving me the cheek.

"I appreciate that you are giving me the cheek right now, because you are saving the bottom two for me later."

"I can't believe you have just said that."

That is when I smirked and dismissively eye rolled.

And she followed up.

"You are the most obnoxious guy I have ever met, you are arrogant as fuck."

"Don't blame your wet panties on me."

She said something along the lines that she was not that type of girl.

"Whatever you say."

She then asked where we were going, and I ordered a cab to my place and told her it was a surprise. When in the cab, she finally stopped with all the nonsense and welcomed my advance. However, when she understood that we were going to my place, she said no. So, I ordered the cab to stop and invited her to go back to her place. The cab then stopped, she got out, and when I was about to close the door, leaving her on the sidewalk, she said:

"Are you having a laugh?"

I told her she was free to go. But then she starts pleading to go dancing somewhere else, and I was of two minds, on the one hand, I wanted not to drink further and sleep, on the other, I thought it would be fun to do the same to the little sister as to the older one. The latter primed, so she got back in the Cab, and we went to Soho to a dancing bar.

This is one of the situations that happens a lot in Night Game, where, for you to hit, oftentimes you will have to stay longer than you wish because the girl wants to continue the fun longer. I don't do Night Game much these days, because the cost is not worth the reward, but here the narrative was too tempting.

We ordered one more drink, and we started playing the Never Have I Ever Game. What I already knew was confirmed: she had done almost everything sexually speaking, despite her innocent look, and that is when the veil was fully disclosed. This is when she entirely gave up on trying to box me in as the beta provider. Yet she is at that stage in her life, when she is still willing to entertain the fun/player guy, but ideally wants the solid guy; she has not fully evolved into the hardline post-wall, seeking a sucker mode.

Yet, there was one last shit-test that I had to deal with, which was when she asked where we were going next, and I told her I was going back home, and she could join me if she wanted; if not, all good. She declined. I shrugged it off, finishing my drink and about to head out, but that was before she took my hand and we left the bar. She ordered a cab, got in, and I followed suit. I told the cab driver my address. She did not budge. She asked a few questions about my place before we arrived.

She tried to play some music on my speaker, but could not connect. I then took her phone to connect the Bluetooth, and lo and behold, the history of past Bluetooth connections was a sight to behold. Mazeratti, McLaren, Ferrari, Lambo, Mercedes... Maybe a Dozen of Supercars. She obviously got busy. So much so, for the prim and proper, besides the shit she disclosed.

If there was one last indicator, she confirmed that she was the little sister, as she invited me to creampie her, like the older one. Guess she wanted some black "Wudu" inside her.

One last bit I forgot to mention was that in the morning, she said she did not care about the stigma of sleeping on the first date, even for relationships.

Funnily enough, she played the opposite the whole date, trying to fool me, until she realised I was not going to buy it.

Confirming, she ideally was looking for a sucker to buy her BS. By this admittance, though, it was her way of conveying that nothing serious would happen between us.

Now that the objective goal was accomplished, I started asking during the pillow talk conversation if she was close to her older sister, to which she confirmed that they speak every day. Therefore, I did not feel the need to prompt her to go and ask her sister about me, for them to realise they are Eskimo sisters.

With hindsight, I should have said "Say Hi to X for me," as I am yet to receive a, you are such a dickhead message.

LESSONS:

- The fact that she tries to posture herself as a High Value Woman is most often to hide the fact that she was anything but. In the same way, when a guy is trying so hard to be alpha, he just isn’t.

- Double down with boldness when she is trying to challenge you through shaming about your confidence, her framing it as arrogance or a big ego.

- You will start with a handicap when doing dinner dates, as you are segmenting yourself as the sucker from the get-go, but provided she is not in the hardline mode of not accepting anything but a guy that will do her bidding, you can still have fun, should you display enough traits that she sees she can be having fun with you. The other guys failed because she set them up to fail, as she had not fully evolved in her serious-only phase.

- Storytelling is key to letting her enter your world. The other part I did not mention, which had a positive factor in not portraying me as the boring guy, was the dark side of me that the story illustrated, priming her to see me as other than the safe guy she is looking to con, to redirect the original frame of the dinner.

- Don’t hesitate to be physical with her, despite what she says; your persistence and the fact that her rebuttal does not move you will show you can’t be manipulated, which is an aphrodisiac to her.

- Check her Bluetooth; you will find a treasure trove of information

- When she declines you when you try to bring her back to your place, show you don’t give a fuck, she will understand that you are in a take-it-or-leave-it kind of mode. The same way as the Taxi move.

- If she discloses to you her sexual strategy after sex, it is because she does not have anything more to hide from you, because you are not valuable to her long-term anymore. That is why she was happy to give it up on the first date with me. She does not want her future boyfriend or husband to see her that way. The reason she gave it up is that I made sure she felt I was not boyfriend material. When she left, I felt she was disappointed, as I could tell she liked me. However, as per her own words before she left in the morning: “I don’t want to get hurt”. She will eventually prioritise safety over attraction, as too high attraction upfront will close her off, because she knows she will go against her long-term goal; therefore, a higher emphasis on safety will be needed, while sprinkling some attractive edge, for you to get her.