Selling Dreams
“selling dreams” is just a slang-term that my friend and i coined.
basically it was a style we used to escape gaming and working to get the girl, and make her work for us. it s not new. it s not revolutionary-thinking. It s just a way of quickly escalating and making her fall for you.
it s the simplest of any seduction-theory… make her work for you approval and you ll always get her. make her work for your phone number. for your kiss. become the game, and make her play for you…
when i first was getting good at the game, my boy good friend sam (i taught him the game) k-closed one of the hottest girls at the club that night. when i asked how he said “i just sold dreams”. he just asked her what she wanted in life, and just said he could make it all happen, to the point where she didn t want to risk losing him. she said she d want to go to spain one day, he told her how they d get there. they chatted about their trip to spain, about her dreams with him etc. he just connected with her on a deeper level and she fell for him.
it s nothing you haven t learned in any seduction-related teaching. but if anything in the game, it s about pulling it off. it s not about knowing the “science” behind why something works, it s about actually doing it with style and success.
now i would go to a club and find my toi. right away, within minutes of meeting her i d ask if she wanted to be my gf. she d say no, that she didn t know me etc, and i d say don t worry. it s only for the summer. that if she did well, i might renew her for the winter. this makes her laugh and feel comfortable. then i tell her that there s “summer gf” rules, like no sex, no stalking me, just hanging out and dating to know each other. this makes them feel like it s not a pick-up at all, but something more. i d tease and say they probably weren t even a great “summer gf” and my toi will always defend herself. she ll prove points to why she could be my gf, and then we just talk about dating. i say silly shit, like we can have “snuggie Tuesdays” where we sit in snuggies and watch movies or some shit. and go to antique stores on Thursdays, and rub lamps looking for a genie. pointless shit that just makes her laugh. by the end of it, she just feels connected and wants me in some way.
see, i am the dream. i m the perfect guy; the one who makes her laugh, is different, and will make her night. i “sell the dream” by just being different, unique and make her want me no matter what. and in the end, she works for me; i make her jump through hoops like the time i asked a waitress to sing “i m a little teapot” with actions, for my number. or the time i traded a kiss away for a shot from a really pretty nurse.
i sell dreams…
the best part is i tell them i m selling the dream. tell them i am the dream, that i can make their dreams come true because i m such a dynamic person (which is true. Whatever my ltr s dreams are, i ll find a way to make them happen). i even joke that my dreams don t come with 24-hour tech support. there s no refunds or returns. no customer service. nothing but a receipt that says “you bought a dram” from me.
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