The Asian Rake

LR: AMOG Battle with Euro-dudes over Asian Hottie; Karaoke gets you laid

I liked this one as it involved me, unwittingly, in an AMOG (alpha male of the group) battle with about a dozen European expats in Beijing, all over this one Chinese hottie. This is kinda long b/c it took me all night to close.

Keys to the Lay:
-Persistence
-Patience, especially with the AMOG
-Managing logistics
-Social proof

MEET
I first met this girl at a big club on a Friday night. I was with a big group of guys, maybe altogether about 6 guys. It was near the end of the night, and my wing and I approached a group of four girls standing near the dance floor. I opened with something natural like, “You guys having a good time tonight?” The Body Language (BL) and Tonality carry the game, as it accounts for over 90% of attraction and like-ability, something that almost every guy on the online forums forgets (these are often the guys who ask me for more info on the lines I used; note: the lines don’t really matter).

We fluff talked for a few minutes. It turns out I knew one of the girls from a brief cold approach I did earlier in the night. She was into me, but I was aiming higher that night.

One of the girls, the tallest (at least an inch taller than me) and most elegant, kind of wanders off a little on her own towards the dance floor. The other three are cute, but I’m after the hottest one. I see Wing-Sc from the corner of my eye coming in. I bounce off this group towards the solo hottie, and Wing-Sc takes over the group of three. I noticed that another girl breaks off from the group to check her phone, making it a group of two.

I walked up to HBAgent (she’s a young agent for the biggest talent agency in the country and handles some of the big-time actors and actresses in China). I opened with a genuine interest compliment, “Hey, I love your long black gown. It’s so elegant. And kind of out of place here. But you stand out in a good way.” I nodded my approval and smiled a bit.

She gave me the cold shoulder. “Thanks.” But no smile.

Me: “Okay, it’s your turn now.” Vacuum.
HB: “What?”
Me: “I gave you a compliment. Now it’s your turn. Be polite now.”
HB (with a small smile): “Mmm. I can’t think of one.”
Me (looking really offended): “What?! I’m so hurt.”
HB laughs.
Me: “C’mon now. What about my eyes? (while looking deeply into her eyes and starting sexual state transference) They’re almost as big as yours (she had really big, round eyes).”
HB (smiling): “Yeah, you have big eyes.”
Me (moving in closer and opening my eyes really really wide): “Do they scare you?”
HB laughs and moves back a step.

I had been facing her head-on and now I moved to her side so that we were basically side-to-side and looking at the bar area.

Her friends came in and said, “Your friend just said something really rude to us!”

Well, this was good social proof since her friends already liked me enough to come to me for support ☺ So I put my arms around the two girlfriends to reward them and called out to Wing-Sc, who was facing us and standing off a little. “Dude, what did you say to them?”

Wing-Sc: “I told her she should go fuck herself.”
Me: “Uh, why did you say that?”
Wing-Sc: “Ask that girl,” pointing to HBFriend.
HBFriend: “He was butting in on our conversation, so I told him to go away.”
Wing-Sc: “She said, ‘Go away. We don’t want to talk to you.’”
Me, realizing this was all good push-pull play: “Now, be good girls and boys and make up now.”
HBFriend: “No way. He was rude.”
Me: “Wing-Sc, be a man and apologize first.”
Wing-Sc: “Grrr. Sorry!”
Me, while pushing them towards Wing-Sc: “Good. Now go off and play like good girls.”

And off they went. I’m not sure what happened with them next as I turned my back and stepped back to talk to HBAgent.

I definitely think this was good social proof and dominance. Thanks, Wing-Sc, for sacrificing yourself like that

HBAgent started asking me about the buying questions, where I was from, what I’m doing in Beijing, etc. I gave her my usual answers, building intrigue by making her work for my answers and then giving her vague and succinct, but true and interesting answers.

She started trying to impress me, dropping lots of names of celebrities. It’s a good thing I don’t keep up that much with the pop culture here as a lot of the names meant nothing to me, though I did recognize a few of them.

Her English was really good, and I said, “So how come your English is so good? Do you have a white boyfriend?” This question allows me to launch into my foreigner-boyfriend-destroyer routine. But she said, “No” (actually I found out post-sex that she did have a white BF; haha). She said she’s just really good at English. So I qualified her on it.

I then look for more to qualify on, including being artistic. But I realized that she thinks very highly of her own social value, so I transitioned into my Challenge Screening (I’ll explain this tech in an upcoming blog post). I found out that she’s a major agent for actors. She qualified herself on clawing her way up the ranks in two years without having to sleep her way up, which apparently everyone just assumes is the case because she’s young and hot.

This was about the 15 minute mark, and I had to get going. My boys were bouncing to another venue. So I said, “Hey, you’re fun to talk to. Do you have your cell phone? Yes? Cool, type in your number.”

But she said, “No. Here’s my card instead.” Okay, this is kind of formal, I thought. Maybe it wasn’t going as well as I thought. I took her card, and we exchanged cheek kisses.

I texted her my standard, “So fun to make a new friend! –David ☺” at the end of the night.

TEXT FOLLOW-UP
On the Thursday after, I was having a post-coital brunch with a rich fuck-buddy at a new posh place in town. I mass-texted about 15 girls about it, something like, “XYZ place has the best ABC in town! It’s my new favorite brunch place!” I usually get 5-6 girls replying to a text like this, but this time, I got over a dozen replies. My phone was going off the hook while I was trying to enjoy brunch with my FB.

The FB was getting annoyed that my phone kept going off and grabbed some magazines from the rack to look through while I attended to my phone.

One of the girls who answered was HBAgent. HBAgent’s text was: “Who is this?” Haha. She only gave me her card, so she didn’t have my name in her phone yet even though I had sent it in the text. Her loss.

Me: “You don’t remember?! I’m so hurt ;-)”
Her: “I’m so sorry. I really don’t remember. Please tell me your name.”
Me: “Hehe. I’m the cute guy you met on Friday: David.”
Her: “Are you the David from club-L or club-Y?”

I didn’t bother to answer that one. Clearly, this girl has way too many guys on her plate right now. But then she sent me three more texts that day. I think she was worried that I was an important networking contact and that she offended me. At least that was what I was thinking at the time.

HER PHONE CALL
About a week later, I got a phone call in the evening from HBAgent. I didn’t answer. She phoned again. Well, I thought, I had other about three new girls in the pipeline that week, but I had time to see another, so I answered.

Apparently she remembered me. I said, “So what have you done since we last talked?” We fluffed talked about her life. I screened and qualified her on being artistic and well traveled. She had been just about everywhere in China, mainly for work.

At about the 15 minute mark, she got me laughing at something she said, and I said, “You’re fun. I want to see you.”
Her: “Really? Me too.”
Me: “Let’s meet for drinks tomorrow night around 8pm. I know this great place for cocktails nearby.”
Her: “Okay. Where should we meet?”

I set up a date for the Friday night at 8:30 at my favorite day two spot (which was featured in my last LR on the Dancer from the daytime approach).

THE DATE
I met her at another nearby venue, where she was wrapping up a business meeting. I texted, saying I would be about a half hour late. No prob, she said. Her meeting was running late.

When I got there, she was meeting with an older white guy with a Californian accent. He was a movie producer collaborating with some Chinese people on a project. They spoke English.

She saw me and introduced me. He was a nice guy. We chatted about the US for a couple of minutes and got along pretty well. I think he could see that she was going on a date afterwards and said, “We’ll be done very soon.”

“No problem,” I said, “I’ll just take a look at the magazines here.” I browsed in the adjoining bookstore while they wrapped up.

The guy shook my hand and left, leaving the two of us alone. She was dressed very nicely in black fuck-me boots, tight black pants, and a tight cashmere sweater. She had a small poncho kind of thing wrapped around herself, but she put it away after the guy left, revealing her revealing neck line. Nice.

We took a cab to the bar. When we got up there, we were lucky to snag the corner bed area. It’s the one with the windows overlooking the city and the silky red curtains. We lounged on the bed. She got a glass of red. I got a martini. The waiters know me now. He winked and teased me for bringing in another girl. She heard and teased me about it. I played it off light-heartedly. It’s all good fun. And some good social proof.

We had already talked for 45 minutes or so at this point, so I had already run my standard Screening and Qualifying. So I opted for the Cube, which I had used to good effect on the three previous lays.

I ran the Cube half in Chinese and half in English. Her English was good enough that we could speak English at least half the time. The Cube took almost half an hour. She was
totally lapping it up. I’ve gotten pretty good at the cold reading, and she was really blown away by how accurate were the things I was saying about her. The Cube will work for you if you really believe that it can reveal interesting things about her, which I do.

When we were talking about the meaning of her flowers, I got the doggy-dinner bowl look. By then, I had great incidental kino. The side of my arm was pressed up against hers. Our faces were just several inches apart. I moved in quickly for a light kiss on the lips. We kissed. I stopped. And then I kissed her again. We kissed. I pulled back, but she got it out first, “That’s it for now.” Damn, she beat me to it. Haha.

She kept getting text messages. It was Friday night after all.
I said, “Oh no, you’re not one of those girls who has to keep looking at her phone all night long, are you?”
Her: “No, no. I’ll put it away after this one.” And then she put her phone in her purse and didn’t look at it again until just before we left. Good. The bar was loud enough that she couldn’t hear the text message ring tone going off. We finished the Cube.

I transitioned to talking about her childhood and what her family was like back then. This is for childhood regression. Great stuff. She really opened up. I shared my childhood stories.

She said she was getting tipsy from the wine. Nice. This is her excuse for quick escalation. I said, “That’s great b/c I’m going to be kissing you again soon. Have some more!”

She said, “Oh no, you’re not,” while shaking her head.

“We’ll see,” I said. And then leaned back and looked out the window. Then I turned to her and said, “Tell me about that [childhood story she had seeded].” She then started to tell her story.

Then I raised my finger near her face, interrupting her, and said, “Wait,” and then clasped the side of her face and quickly moved in to kiss her. We kissed again in that long, lingering, romantic way. I pulled away first this time and said, “That’s it for now,” with a smile. Hehe.

She got a phone call. It was her friend. She explained she was meeting her friends at Club-C at 11. She had also gotten half a dozen texts!

No prob. A wing, wing-R, was also going to Club-C and had asked me to go along. Cool. I could accompany HBAgent to Club-C and meet my buddy there too. All good.

So we agreed to head over to Club-C together.

AT CLUB-C
We arrived at the club entrance, but her friend was in the DVD store across the street, so we headed there first. When she saw her friend, she got all excited and shrieked and hugged her friend in the manner of a club girl. The friend had another girlfriend, so it was the four of us in the entrance of the DVD store.

I teased the friends about something, which got them laughing. Then HBAgent introduced me to the friend of the friend. I then introduced myself to the friend, who said, “We’ve met already.”

It turns out she was part of the group of four girls at the club when I met HBAgent. I totally forgot. I was like, “Wow, you look so different in the light.” LOL. No problem, though. I plowed. The friend was a cutie, a nice Latino-Asian mix. A little too thin and flat for my tastes though. Anyway, I just kept being playful, and the two friends kept laughing.

They chatted in the store for another 5-10 minutes. I browsed. The friend of the friend had to go home early, which left the three of us.

We walked across the street to go into the club. The friend, I’ll call her HBFriend, said they had to find the guys first because they had our VIP tickets.

This was going to be a bit of a problem b/c I didn’t have VIP tickets, and they didn’t know I was going to be coming along. I said I was going to find my friends first and would find them inside the club. No prob.

Just then they found their three Euro-dude friends, two of whom were skate-boarding on the street. They seemed like “cool” guys. HBFriend hugged them. But HBAgent was playing the shy Chinese girl. Hmm, interesting. I befriended them with a firm handshake and strong eye contact. Alpha to alpha. They smiled and asked me where I was from. I was in.

HBAgent was standing off to the side. I asked how she knew these guys. She said, “Through HBFriend. I’ve never seen them before.” Bingo. Game on.

One of the Euro guys came over to talk to HBAgent. But he didn’t speak Chinese well and didn’t seem to understand what classy Chinese girls look for in alpha males. He was way too playerish, touching her too much on the approach, and leaning in too much. Typical Euro approach No danger here.

Just then, Wing-R phoned me. I went up the stairs to find him.

This was my home club. See my past LR that featured this club. I didn’t have to pay cover ‘cause I knew the promoters at the door. I walked up to the first floor bar, and there was my good friend, the Bartender. We chatted.

It was the busiest I had ever seen this club. They had a foreign DJ spinning upstairs, and he was a big draw.

I went up to the dance floor with Wing-R and went straight to my favorite spot—the bar. My other bartender friend was up there too. He saw me, and we exchanged greetings and a nod, but he was super busy. There was a crowd about three people thick around the bar. This was not going to be just another night at the home bar when I usually just post up on a barstool. It was way too crowded.

I took Wing-R over to the bathroom area. Wing-R was breaking out some pretty cool dance moves.

I opened a hottie dancing next to a bottle-service table nearby. I went genuine interest. “Hey, I like the way you move.” Props to Christian Hudson for the line.
She said, “Thanks.”
Then I said, “What do you think of my buddy’s moves? He’s pretty good, eh?”
She looked over, and said, “Yeah, I noticed him dancing earlier.” Score.
I said, “You should meet him.” I introduced them. Wing-R took over. I went to take a piss.

In the bathroom, I checked my phone and noticed two missed calls from HBAgent and a text: “We’re at a table by the dance floor.”

Hmm. I’ve made her wait long enough. I figured I should go find her. I went back out and told Wing-R I’m going by the dance floor to find HBAgent.

I found HBAgent at a big booth with a longish table in between two couches facing each other. At one end of the booth was a concrete wall. The other end opened out to the dance floor. There were about eight Euro dudes and the two girls. Interesting. They had ordered two bottles and mixers. They were young guys and probably weren’t rolling in dough. I hoped they wouldn’t mind that I was budding in on their table.

When HBAgent saw me, she stood up and waved me over. Okay, I’m in. They couldn’t blame me for crashing their party when the girl practically dragged me in.

HBAgent had HBFriend sitting on one side and some Euro dude on the other. She moved over and made room between her and the Euro dude and patted the seat next to her. Perfect.

I squeezed past the Euro dude and sat between them. After telling HBAgent I found my friends and that they’re dancing now, I turned and flashed the Euro dude a smile.

My default AMOG style is Alpha Nice. He was polite enough. But he seemed a little shocked, I think. He didn’t say much. I poured myself a drink from the mixers, careful to make it obvious that I wasn’t drinking their liquor. No need to offend the guys when I was outnumbered eight to one and sitting at their table.

I talked to the Euro dudes across from me. Same sort of vibe. Polite, but standoffish. They talked amongst themselves.

So I turned to HBAgent, who was talking to HBFriend.

I wanted to know more about HBFriend. This was perfect positioning. While I talked to HBFriend, HBAgent was sandwiched between us and could hear everything we were saying, so I was able to game her indirectly

I flirted heavily with HBFriend in that kind of way that borders on the platonic and sexual. I found out she is half-Chinese and half-Portugese. She grew up in Brazil. Exotic. Turns out there is a huge Chinese community in South America. Cool. Who knew?

I told her the story about my ex-girlfriend who was from Brazil and rode horses. Girls love horses We chatted about the great Brazilian restaurants in Beijing. We chatted about traveling. I teased her every chance I had. HBFriend was into me. And HBAgent sat there listening the whole time. Perfect.

This went on for at least ten minutes, which is like eternity in a loud dance club. We needed a little break.

Right about then, more Euro-dudes showed up. Great. There were about 4-5 more guys. I honestly can’t remember. There were at least 12 guys altogether. One of the guys had brought along his Chinese girlfriend. Good. At least there was one more girl to take the pressure off of my two

A few of these guys knew HBAgent apparently b/c they all got up and did the Euro hug-kiss greeting. This was a good time for me to check out for a breather. I slipped away.

I found Wing-R dancing on the floor with a couple of cute girls. I was too tired to dance though.

One of my hostess friends walked by. She looked very stressed. She smiled, and we hugged. But she excused herself saying she had to get to an order. I said, “Hey, I’ll help you out!” Haha. She laughed. And I really did follow her.

She was serving a big group of two tables on the other side of the bar. They were ordering a lot of snacks along with the drinks they already had. They were Asians who spoke English. No real hotties here, but they were dressed in that familiar Asian-American fashion, like they had stepped out of a GAP commercial or something. Black shirts, blue jeans, safe haircuts. This felt like home. LOL.

I squeezed onto their couch and put my arms around the guy who had been doing the ordering. My hostess friend was collecting some empty bottles. I said to him, “Y’all having a good time?”

“Hell, yeah!” they chimed in.

“Awesome! Take good care of her (motioning to my hostess friend). She’s a good girl. It’s a busy night, and she’s working hard.”

“Sure thing! She’s been great.”

We chatted a bit, and I found out they were from California. They said, “Here, have a drink,” and poured me a drink. Ah, refreshing. “Are you the manager?”

Ha, I get this a lot when I open with, “Y’all having a good time?” and then showing dominance over the club environment. Props to Sebastian for the line.

I said I was a good friend of the management. We chatted a bit, and I moved on.

I opened a couple of other cuties by the bar. They were a little cold, but the conversation went fine. I opened a girl wearing sunglasses and dancing by the bar. I opened by teasing her about her sunglasses. She took them off, and I complimented her on her eyes, saying she should keep the sunglasses off not only b/c she can then see where she’s going, but also b/c she had such stunning eyes. She was entranced. The original group of two was watching me, and I could tell they wanted me to go back to them. Haha. Too late, girls, you’ve lost me. Another group of two girls by the bar was also watching. I looked over. They both smiled at me. I smiled back. But I was busy. I number-closed the sunglasses girl and said my friends would like her and that I’d take her over to meet them later.

But I had to piss again, so I went to the bathroom. On the way, I ran into the first dancing cutie who I had introduced to Wing-R. We chatted briefly. I felt a tap on my elbow. The tapper was a friend of a girl I had opened a few weeks ago. She was one of the bartender’s girlfriends. Turns out the dancing girl was her friend. We hugged. She asked me if I ever called her friend, the one I opened. I had indeed and she had invited me out to her concert. We had talked on the phone a lot, but we just couldn’t get our schedules to synch. She said her friend really wanted me to phone her again. Ha. It’s nice to be appreciated Anyway, this is for another LR.

I went to the bathroom and found a text from HBAgent: “Where are you?”

After doing my business, I made my way through the bar and dancefloor back to HBAgent’s table. I passed all the girls I just mentioned, who all waved to me as I walked by. Great social proof. Hostess-girl also gave me a squeeze as she rushed by. Nice. The two-set that I never talked to and only smiled at kept looking at me longingly, like they really wanted me to approach. I guess it means something when the resident player doesn’t even approach you. Sorry girls. I was busy that night.

I ran into sunglasses girl and said, “Hey, come with me to meet me friends.” I took her over to meet the big group.

When I got to the table, a drunk Euro dude had cornered HBAgent and was telling what seemed to be a long story. HBAgent gave me the “help me” eyes. Ha, the guy didn’t even pick up on that.

I introduced the sunglasses girl to the three Euro dudes standing by the table. But sunglasses girl seemed really turned off by them for some reason. And she turned to me and said, “You hang out with them. I’m going to dance.” And off she went.

I sat next to the drunk Euro dude, who was continuing to tell some rambling story. I thought it was pretty obvious that he was just being an obnoxious drunk. He figures later in the story, so let’s call him, TheGerman.

TheGerman was speaking English. He mentioned something about Sichuan province. So I said very loudly, “Hey, I love Sichuan food! It’s my favorite! Have you ever been to Chengdu (a major city in Sichuan)?” while putting my hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at me very slowly, as if it hadn’t fully registered that there was a Chinese guy speaking perfect English with him. I then went on my own little thread-dominating story about my favorite Sichuanese restaurants in town, blah blah.

TheGerman didn’t quite know what to do. I then involved the people across from us. I said to TheGerman, “Hey do you know [the one Euro dude who’s name I remember]? He’s really cool. He’s from Switzerland and speaks like five languages.”
TheGerman: “Uh, yeah, I know him.” He turned back to HBAgent and tried to re-engage.

I let him talk for a while. I chatted with the sweet couple across from me. It was a Swedish guy and a Chinese girl. The girl was checking me out. I chatted them up. She asked me where I was from. I could’ve abused this but didn’t. The guy was actually nice to me. I rewarded him by pumping his girl’s buying temperature and then transferring it to him. This is my patented BT Transfer tech that I use to reward wings Hehe. More social proof.

TheGerman was still boring HBAgent. He wasn’t registering it. I had had enough of this. So I said, “Hey, TheGerman, you mind if I talk to HBAgent for just a second? I have some important news for her.” Now for this line to work, the girl must give you pre-approval. I knew I already had it.

Without missing a beat, HBAgent shoved over and made room between her and TheGerman and patted the seat next to her again. I stood up and squeezed by TheGerman with my butt in his face.

Now I was back in with HBAgent, who was VERY glad to see me. I said very calmly, “Hey, I can see you’ve been busy.”

HBAgent: “Don’t start.”
We chatted some more. I told her about some of my friends. We chatted. I said it was kind of stuffy.
She said, “Yeah, do you want to go somewhere else?”
Me: “Yeah, totally. Let’s get out of here.”
HBAgent: “I have to find HBFriend. She has my coat check chip.” She texted HBFriend. Then she called her. No answer. It turned out HBFriend’s purse and phone were both on the couch, but HBFriend was nowhere to be found. Bad logistics. I had to find the friend and extract the girl from under the noses of twelve Euro dudes who had paid for the table.

I texted Wing-R that I would be leaving soon. He texted that he’d come by to say hi first. Cool. I could use the back up.

Some of the Euro dudes tried to invite HBAgent to dance but she declined and stayed sitting with me.

A few minutes later, TheGerman came by and tried to sell her on a bounce to another club. They probably overheard or sensed that I was going to bounce her and were trying to pre-empt that. She politely declined. He said he was going to go look for some friends first and then would come back and check on her again.

So I said to him, “Hey dude, if you see HBFriend, could you tell her we’re looking for her?” I figured he knew who I was talking about.

TheGerman: “What?” He was standing over me. I was sitting.

I repeated myself, slower.

TheGerman: “What?”

I said it again. He glared at me. I said, “Ah forget it. Don’t worry about it, man,” and turned away.

TheGerman shoved me in the shoulder: “Hey, don’t fuck with me, man. I don’t know who you are. But don’t even think about trying anything.”

Haha. I couldn’t believe it. This guy was so blown out, I guess it hurt his ego.

Me: “Dude, we’re just looking for HBFriend. If you see her, let her know we’re looking for her. That’s all.”

TheGerman: “Don’t fuck with me.” He slammed a glass down on the table and shattered it. Wow. This could get violent. A few of his Euro friends were staring at me. They were more sober and weren’t sure what to do. Stop the drunk friend or help out their friend. Staring contest ensued. “Where are you from?” he demanded.

Me: “China. I’m CHINESE.” This really confused him. Haha.

Now he was playing the ugly foreigner/imperialist picks on an Asian native in his own country. Not good … for him. There are foreigner-Asian dynamics that you have to be aware of if you’re going to pick up Asian girls in Asia. This is even more true in Korea. If you can tap into these, you can have some very angry Asian guys either fighting against you or for you. He backed off a bit.

Just then HBFriend showed up. I pointed at her and said, “Her. That’s her. That’s HBFriend.” I honestly think TheGerman didn’t know who she was. He looked all confused. Haha.

TheGerman: “Yeah, whatever. Fucker.” And then he walked off.

HBAgent talked to HBFriend. HBFriend looked at me and said, “You take care of her.”

Me, looking startled, “Yeah, of course, my dear.”

HBAgent asked me what was up with TheGerman. I said all I did was ask him where HBFriend was and then he exploded. I said, “I think he’s really jealous or something.” HBAgent looked all concerned and apologized to me on his behalf. Then she turned to HBFriend and told her all about it and that she had better watch out for that guy and his friends. Haha. TheGerman just messed it up for all his friends too.

We were ready to go. I stood up. Just then, TheGerman came back with a few of his friends. I tried to ignore him. HBAgent got caught up saying goodbye to everyone.

Wing-R showed up. Thank goodness. I chatted with my wing and told him about the drama with TheGerman. I was nervous that they’d stop me from taking her out of the club and get violent. He’s like, just play it cool; she’s coming. He was right. Wing-R is German, so I introduced him to the more sober guys in the group. He was in with them pretty fast.

HBAgent finally squeezed out of there. She was like, “OMG, it’s soo crowded.” I said, “Stick with me.” I led her through the dance floor. She hugged my waist from behind. Nice.

While she was getting her coat downstairs, I chatted with my bartender friend. The sunglasses girl came by. I introduced them. HBAgent came by. And I introduced her to everyone. Social proof. The hostess-girl came by, and I gave her a big hug. She said, “You’re leaving already?” and looked all disappointed. I introduced her to HBAgent. Even more social proof.

Then we left. I was thinking really fast about where to take her next. I figured I needed to take her to a quiet lounge to slow things down and get a more sensual vibe before taking her home. I suggested a bar that features Ming-style beds in the old part of town. She hadn’t been there yet and was interested. So we were on.

In the cab, she mentioned she likes to go to karaoke (KTV). We were just about to pass one of my favorite KTV places, so I said, hey, let’s go to KTV. She was like, “Are you serious?” but in a good way. “Yeah, totally,” I replied.

And hence began a venue change that netted me three lays in a row with three different girls, all high-status. I wrote a blog post about it when I discovered this. Here’s an excerpt from that post:

“After the club bounce at 2am, at the last minute, she and I decided to go to an awesome KTV (karaoke) with a full buffet. She sang me songs for over 1.5 hours with just a few breaks. I’ve used the KTV before for isolation and closing but I never realized how effective it is for compliance building. KTVs in Asia are a very classy affair. We got our own state-of-the-art room with a huge comfy couch and lots of different light settings, etc. This is perfect for isolation.

“KTV Compliance: The girl had an amazing voice and after we got our food and drinks from the buffet and brought them back to our room, she just sang me songs over and over. Up to that point, I had only gotten a few closed-mouthed kisses. But after about an hour of singing, during which I rewarded her (qualified) her plenty and went into sexual state projection while she was singing, she came over, put her arms around me, and made out with me big time, with lots of sloppy, wet tonguing, and groping involved.

“While she was singing, I got kind of nervous b/c she was DHVing (demonstrating higher value) and my singing sucked in comparison. I found that whenever I sang a song, she wasn’t as interested, and the energy drained (something I forgot that night: it’s best to sing silly songs in KTV, lol). But when she sang, she really put on a show for me, looking into my eyes, gyrating and dancing.

“I figured it was like she wanted to show off to me (a DHV for her and an IOI to me, win-win), so I interpreted (reframed) every song of hers as a huge IOI to me. I imagined I was getting a private lap dance, and I went into the mental state of when you’re enjoying a private lap dance at a strip club. This girl was doing all this for me b/c she wanted to turn me on. Once I saw it that way, it totally clicked. And every song she sang became another dose of COMPLIANCE from her, getting her more and more invested. Awesome.

“So without me saying a word, and with her singing songs for an hour and a half with a break every 3-4 songs, by the time she came over to sit next to me, she’d felt like she’d earned the make-out. And I didn’t have to lift a single finger. It’s like the KTV environment sets it up so that the girl seduces herself for you! I’ll definitely be using this venue a lot more in the future.”

And I did. But those are for future LRs I noticed that in the excellent Jeffy Show that Jeffy of RSD also champions the use of karaoke on his bootcamps. Btw, I really think that if you’re living in Asia and you haven’t learned to let loose and have a good time at the KTV, you’re really missing out an a great opportunity and you’re probably not in the right head-space, mindset, and inner game frame to begin with. So try it out. Next time your Asian friends suggest a night at the KTV/Karaoke, go for it! And let loose! And make sure to make it into a compliance tech.

So after the KTV, I said, “Hey, there’s a great place near here with great wine. Let’s go.” Off we went … to my place.
At my apartment, I got no LMR. The usual routine—popped in a DVD (“Before Sunrise”). Poured the wine. Make out on the couch.
Her: “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Me: “Uh, I don’t know. You’re moving kind of fast.”
Her: “Okay. Fine.”
More makeout.
Her: “What do you want from me?”
Me: “Let me show you.”
Her: “No. I want to have sex with you. But you said no.”
Me: “I think I’ve changed my mind.” I picked her up and took her to the bed.

Awesome lay. Laid her again in the morning. Then we had brunch. Then we went to her luxe apartment that was set up like a five star hotel. I love girls’ beds. They’re so comfy. More sex in the afternoon. A few days later, at our next fuck session, she got a little psycho and clingy on me, crying about how she had her heart broken my some French-Canadian guy who turned out to have a wife and kid back home… and then she kept calling me over and over. That was enough drama for me. She was great while she was sane, though We still stay in touch and “meet” every once in a while.

Happy playin’, The Asian Rake.