This is an Advanced Game Technique that is best suited for guys who have their shit together.
If you don’t rely on Tinder to meet girls, take care of your appearance, eat right, exercise, and have accomplished some noteworthy things in life, this will work wonders for you.
If not, just absorb the information and get inspired to see what is possible as a model bachelor.
Its an easily observable fact that most guys in this world have no game, they don’t know how to approach, keep conversation going, or hook a girls interest.
This is especially evident during nights out with younger crowds who have been drinking.
Most of the time when I see guys muster up the courage to approach girls, they are sloppy, drunk, and say something incredibly stupid.
I don’t blame them, I used to have the same clueless tactic. The rare times the young, green me did get laid from a sloppy drunk approach was with a girl just as dumb–not the type I would want to ever see again.
But most of the time I was completely blown out and slunk away like a dog ashamed of the dick between his legs.
Now that I know what I know and have turned into a shameless Rake proud to take girls on adventure (even if its only for a night), I always keep an eye out for the reverse cockblock.
Its when a drunk chode does such a terrible approach that you can watch from a distance, see the girl get visibly annoyed, then approach her smooth, and have a laugh at the chodes expense.
The last two times this happened were extremely successful and immediately created some trust between me and the girls. It felt like we were old friends right away–exactly how you want to feel if you want the connection to flow with peak energy.
My last roadtrip, I was up in Montreal, but suffering from a terrible head cold. The last of my four nights there, I finally had the ability to stay out late, and was wandering around the city watching people.
Around 130am, I saw a gardened terrace with a group of four attractive girls sitting at a table. They were in the midst of conversation and cackling away like chickens in the morning, so I decided to get myself a beer, sit at a table on the terrace and observe.
Inside, there was a group of dudes playing pool, and when one came out for a cigarette, he lit it up and leered at the girls with eyes in the fishbowl. One of his equally wasted pals came out and joined in on the leering, I saw him lean over and say something into fishbowls ear, which caused his chest to puff up, and he stepped slowly over to the group of girls.
My popcorn was out because I knew exactly what was about to go down and was enjoying the show.
Old fishbowl stood right next to the girls for a few seconds without saying anything. The girls all looked at him while leaning away, and he slurred to one of them who had her phone out, “thats a nice phone”.
I started laughing because it was so horribly executed, and watched as he just stood there in silence until his cigarette was finished and having the girls completely ignore him.
When he left, I got up and approached the table, upon my approach I gave a little wave to the cutest chick, and said “hey can I ask you something?” They all looked at me and I asked if it was common that drunk guys approach like that in Montreal.
This got them cackling like crazy again and it was easy to transition to talk about sex and dating in the city and then tell them I was visiting and wanted some suggestions.
They invited me to join the table, I ended up hanging out with them, playing pool, and having fun until it was last call.
Unfortunately, my sick body wasn’t up for sex that night, but it was quite amusing to watch two of them get catty with each other for my attention. They were visibly shocked when last call came and I just bid them farewell and left alone.
Case two happened recently when I was at a party here in New York. Parties are more intimate affairs and its much easier for guys to start conversations than when out at bars.
But that doesn’t stop the the anti-game they bring to the show.
I was chatting with friends and also keeping an eye on the sexiest girl at the party. She was being consistently bombarded by guys who were bringing her drinks, trying to start conversation, and sucking up to her with compliments.
It was obvious she was getting annoyed, and when she stepped out for a cigarette I followed. We started chatting and one of the first things I mentioned was how obnoxious it was when drunk people try to chat and I don’t really want to talk to them.
“I know! Its been happening all night! Oh my god, I just want to leave…”
I told her not to worry, that we were going to become good friends and ward off the evils of bad conversation together.
The rest of the night, we spent together having fun watching guys attempt to approach other girls with anti-game.
This happens all the time on the street as well. In New York, catcalling is very common. Dudes really do yell at pretty girls walking down the street, and they do it in the most cringeworthy ways possible.
“Hey mami, looking good!”
“I like that!”
“Damn, look at that ass!”
I hear shit like this all of the time right outside my apartment window and can understand why girls complain about it so much, its fucking pathetic and the guy doing it is just letting his insecurity shine. There is no risk in catcalling because no woman is going to stop and chat with such a loser, the catcaller innately knows this, so they use it in an attempt to display some manhood–but its exactly the opposite.
When I’m out taking photos of girls, or chatting them up on the train, its common for me to turn the catcall problem into a reverse cockblock and bring it up. “Do you really get catcalled a lot? I hear it all the time” and then they get all excited and tell me about their experiences. My reply is usually “isn’t it just a lot better to go up with confidence and say hi” and she readily agrees.
I’d suggest keeping an observant eye out for the reverse cockblock situation. Its an easy way to make meeting women easier and adds a bit of fun to the process.