4 Hour Pick-Up

The 4 Hour Pick-Up How an Ordinary Guy Got Laid in 4 Hours And How You Can Too By Jay S.

The following story is true. The names have been changed to protect  –  the   the not-soinnocent. This is a case study. It is about me walking into a bar, applying some pick-up skills and strategies and walking out four hours later with one of the best-looking women in the bar and walking her straight into my bed. You can do this too.

She walked in through the front door of the bar just a second or two after I had walked in through the “regulars” entrance –  the –  the back door from the rear parking lot. It was a typical Friday night, all the regulars were there plus a few guys I had not seen in a while. Several new college age people were there also from the college nearby –  nearby –  guys  guys and girls, most of them grouped in a little clique toward the front of the bar near the pool table. A couple of them were playing a game of pool. This girl –  girl – I’ll I’ll call her Lori, passed behind me to a round table to my right where several of the guys I had not seen in a while were sitting along with a couple of guys I knew well –  well  – several several “regulars”. Two other ladies were already ther e, ther e, Mary, a blonde, and Jamie a tall brunette. Lori, also a brunette, walked over next to Mary and Mary introduced her to the other people at the table. This was a high table that you stand at or sat on stools. Only three t hree of the guys had stools, everyone else els e was standing. I had watched all this by observing their reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Of the three girls at the table, Lori was the cutest. She had a cute face and smile although she also had a bit of a pudge in the mid section. I smiled as I observed the interaction of the guys trying to hit on each of the three girls. Of course, the girls were way ahead of the game, knowing exactly what was going on and they were  pros in deflecting the guys. After a minute or two, the oldest guy began to obviously hit on Lori. I had waited  –  a deliberate violation of the three second rule, but this was what I had been waiting for. I decided to move in at this point as Lori was also my “target”. Mary and Lori were standing almost shoulder to shoulder talking a nd laughing with the guys at the table. Jamie had left for a moment to refresh her drink. I stepped in, pushing my way in next to the oldest guy  – we’ll  – we’ll call him Joe –  in  in a  pure cock block block –   –  which   which he realized right away and was none too happy about. But I said “Hey Joe, haven’t seen you in a while!” in a slightly too loud voice so the girls across the table would hear me and look. I deliberately refrained from even looking in their direction.

I exchanged a few words about where he’d been in the month or two  since I had last seen him and then proceeded to talk with a couple of other guys, still avoiding even to look in the girls direction (but observing them with my peripheral vision). One of the guys near the girls told some so me joke which I missed but the girls girl s started laughing. Three or four minutes had gone by since I had arrived at the table and I still had not even looked in the two girls direction focusing my attention instead on my “best buddies who I hadn’t seen in months!” That was when I looked at the girls pretending that I had not even noticed them  before. Jamie had returned returned a minute or two earlier earlier and stood near me and I exchanged a few words of conversation with her, just so I wouldn’t wouldn’t look like a total weirdo. As I looked at Mary and Lori, I caugh t Lori’s eye and I kind of frowned, just a little, then walked back to the bar without saying a word. As I sat at the bar, I looked in the mirror (pretending to be watching the game on tv), and saw her glance at me a couple of times. But then she went back to her conversation with all the other guys and girls at the table. I got up off the stool and turned around to stand leaning back against the bar. Pretending to watch the big screen tv across the bar, I surveyed the room and smiled at a couple of friends. A few minutes had passed and Lori had glanced at me a couple or three times. I ignored even looking in her direction fixing my attention on the game on the big screen tv, perceiving her out of the corner of my eye. Lori turned from the table and walked  passed me to the ladies ladies room. She didn’t look at me as she walked by even though she was less than a foot away. I ignored her as she passed by. A moment later a female friend (Janet) walked in with a girlfriend I didn’t know. Noticing me, she walked over a nd introduced me to her friend. Just then Lori walked out of the ladies room. This couldn’t be better I thought –  thought  –  social   social validation! Lori glared at the girls talking to me as she returned to the table. After another minute or two Janet and her friend had left and I got another beer. I then went back to the table and pushed my way in between Mary and Lori. I

literally had to squeeze in between them pushing each aside a little to make room for me (How rude!), but b ut I gave my biggest smile to Mary, (I didn’t kno w her). That  broke the ice ice a little and she smiled smiled a bit as she shook her her head. I turned and said something to Jamie across the table, then joined in the general conversation,  pointedly ignoring ignoring Lori who, for a second, second, was literally pressed up against my back until she stepped back. I did not look in her direction, but by looking at Jamie I could see Lori with my peripheral vision. She was beginning to look puzzled. puzzled. After another minute or two and still ignoring Lori, I began to converse with Mary using a couple of openers I had learned. I made some joke and then I half turned toward Lori and asked Mary to introduce me to her friend. She did. “This is Lori.” Lori was wearing a string top like t-shirt, t-s hirt, so her arms were bare. I noticed a tattoo on her arm and made some real neutral comment like “Oh, you have a tattoo.” I kept my voice pure monotone, unlike my normal voice. I had been laughing and  joking. She just looked looked at me, and I didn’t didn’t know if she thought thought I was some idiot idiot or  just some a-hole or just just another guy or whatever. At that point it didn’t matter,  because I was in total total control of the the whole table. Lori did not say a word to me, she just looked at me, and I just walked away back to the bar. That was the most perfect thing that could have happened. happened. I was only half through my beer, but I ordered a fresh one anyway to use up some time and went back to the table. This time I pushed in next to Jamie whom I had seen around the bar a few times but didn’t really know. I had never seen Mary or Lori before. I said s aid something to Jamie and scanned around the table passing across Lori and Mary and then back to my “long lost buddy” Joe whom I was standing next to. I could sense he was getting pissed at me. No matter. I started talking to Joe, engaging him in a conversation then we all joined in in the conversation that was free flowing around the table. Some guy next to Mary complimented Lori about something. I looked at Lori and negged her. Not too harsh, not too light. A couple of guys then began making some light hearted jokes at Lori’s expense and we all laughed a bit. I negged her a couple more times then walked away again. I could tell she was beginning to lose interest in the other guys and gain interest in me. I went to the men’s room and then went to sit at t he bar. I stayed there maybe

ten minutes this time, pushing my time away almost to the breaking point I guessed. I returned to the table and stood next to Jamie again who was beginning to get a little too friendly with All the guys at the table  –  too  too much to drink. She was taller than me (I’m not that tall –  5’ 6”), and she gleamed at me with glassy eyes and smiled –  smiled –  again  again that was perfect because I knew Lori was watching  –  and  and  pretending not not to. So I started talking to Jamie exclusively. Of course that ca ught Lori’s attention and I knew she was beginning to feel a twinge of jealousy. Then I started talking ta lking to the guy next to Jamie, one person closer to Lori. I moved to stand next to this guy and we talked for a few moments and then I caught the attention of the guy next to him, another person closer to Lori. I stepped closer to him  –  and  and Lori. He and I talked for a few moments and then I caught the attention of the guy next to him, who was standing next to Lori. I moved around and went to stand in  between the last last guy and the guy who was standing next next to Lori. She had been been watching me as she was talking to everyone else around the table and had observed me working my way closer to her. By now she knew what I was doing. This guy and I talked for a moment or two and then I joined in the general conversation again. again. As the conversation conversation rolled, I negged Lori two more times, times, but I also talked to her for a second or two about some just innocuous stuff. I made a couple of jokes and everyone laughed including Lori and the other two girls  –  I  I was on a roll this night. I decided to ask something of Lori, so I reached around the guy next to me and tapped her on the shoulder. Pretending I couldn’t hear her response, I stepped around the last guy and stood next to her.

We talked for a couple of seconds then I asked Mary something and then joined  back in the general general conversation. conversation. A few seconds later, I made some some comment to Lori, placing my hand on her shoulder as I did so. Over the next few minutes I alternated my attention between the other people at that table and Lori. Almost

each time I spoke with Lori, I would touch her arm or shoulder, once in the middle of her back. Also, almost every other time I spoke with Lori, I was negging her about something. I commented on her stomach and asked her if she was in training to be Buddha. Everyone thought that was funny. She didn’t really have a big belly so I felt confident that going there wouldn’t be a real affront to her. But it was still  a risk, I knew it could backfire. A few more times now as we all talked, I mentioned that she was getting a Buddha type belly, or that she was Buddha. I stepped around her now and as I moved around her, I kept my left hand on her back just below the shoulder blades  –  like  like we were “buddies”. I also knew this would help to deescalate any negative feelings that she may have built up toward me by me negging her so bad about being Buddha. That put me in between Mary and Lori so I began talking to Mary again ignoring Lori. After a moment or two I turned back to Lori and mentioned the Buddha thing again and patted her stomach as I did so. I did this a few more times and someone  –  or  or she –  she – mentioned mentioned she had more tattoos. I had noticed a couple but didn’t comment on them. I then asked Lori if she had any tatts on her stomach. She said no and lifted her shirt up a bit to show me. Nope, none. As she had her shirt raised I put my hand against her bare stomach and left it there as I said something about her being Buddha again. I pulled my hand back and she put her shirt back down. I was standing on her right side, so I put my left hand on the small of her back just above the belt line on her jeans and then leaned in and whispered in her ear “Buddha.” She turned her face to look at me fully and I leaned in and kissed her smack on the lips. Lightly. She looked surprised s urprised and maybe a little confused.

I knew I had to isolate her but I decided to do it in a way that would make her come to me. So, without a word, I turned and walked to the bar and sat on a stool covertly watching the group in the mirror. I waited. I ordered a beer and started to watch a game on the tv behind the bar. A guy I knew came up to me and we spoke

for a couple of minutes, but I wasn’t being real commun icative –  icative –  I  I had a strategy going so I couldn’t allow myself to be interrupted or distracted. It was a little rude, and maybe I should have handled it differently, but it worked, he walked away. As I sat there watching the game I tried to see what Lori was doing at the table. I saw, barely, that she kept glancing in my direction, but I kept my focus on the game. Probably 8 minutes had passed before she left the table and stood next to me on my left. I was beginning to wonder if I had blown it. Her body was very lightly touching mine, but I ignored her. She ordered a mixed drink and I continued to focus on the game. I don’t recall if she said anything to me or not, but I know I ignored her if she did. The bartender returned with her drink and Lori hesitated as a s the bartender told her the price, expecting me to pay for it maybe, - I didn’t, focusing like a laser on the game, not that I even knew who was playing, what score it was or even what sport it was; my mind was swirling. As she paid for her drink, that wa s when I “noticed” “ noticed” her. “Hey! What are you doing here?” I glanced over to the table as if I thought she was still there. She hopped up onto the stool next to me and I swiveled around to face her. We talked for several minutes. As we were talking I put both my hands on her legs  just above her knees. knees. Our legs were already making making contact because because of the tight quarters at the bar. I negged her lightly about a tatt she had I think, then I turned away from her as I heard a commotion on the tv and from the other fans in the room. Something had happened  –  our  our team scored I guess. Perfect again! This would give me the opportunity to divert my attention away from her once more. Everything was going right this evening.

As I turned away our legs lost contact and I grabbed my beer with my right hand. But my left hand strayed to her right thigh. I leaned to my left, continuing to watch the tv as I did so and mentioned something about one of the players to her, making my left hand on her thigh seem like almost a natural thing to be doing.

I got up to stand for a second and as I did, my left hand “strayed” a little further, across her jeans just above her crotch and then higher just lightly touching her  belly. Her shirt was up a little revealing her her belly so my knuckles knuckles brushed brus hed against  bare skin. Putting both both hands on the the bar, we talked for a few few moments teasing, negging, having fun, laughing. I was watching the tv the whole time, not turning to look at her except for a glance or two. I was about to sit down again but decided to kiss her once more to see what would happen. I turned to her and leaned in to kiss her. As I did she turned her face to me and we kissed. We lip-locked for a couple of moments then I sat down on the stool.  Now my heart was racing racing and I’m sure hers was  too. I sat on the stool facing the bar. She half turned toward the bar and was half facing me. For another few minutes we just sat and had fun. I stopped and got quiet and turned my head toward her putting my head down a bit as I did so. I couldn’t help  but smile now now and as I did, I winked winked at her. She smiled. I then turned turned on my stool to face her and when I completed my turn I reached down between her legs and turned her stool to face me. Perfectly natural way to turn someone’s stool right??!! Then we leaned in toward each other and kissed again. As the kiss progressed it turned to all tongue. We came up for air, had a drink and then went at it again. We were like two teenagers on prom night. This repeated a couple of times and I knew k new we were making a serious spectacle at the bar. Also, if this kept going the way it was going, we would soon be ripping each other’s clothes off. But it wouldn’t and couldn’t happen in public so if I didn’t get her away –  away  –  Now! –   Now! –  it  it would be over, the whole evening would have have been bee n a waste. As we came up for air the third or fourth time, I leaned away and commented on a couple of things in the bar. She didn’t even know what I was talking about and obviously didn’t care by this point in time. I leaned in and asked if she liked to  party. She whispered whispered back, “You mean drugs?” drugs?” I replied, “No, not drugs. drugs. Come on, you’ll see.” I took her hand and led her across the bar, out the door and to my  place.

Did you see what I did? Can you identify the things I did right? Can you point out the things I did wrong? How much did I drink? dr ink? Was that right or wrong? With W ith everything that happened, happened, do you understand how I was wa s able to f# close c lose this woman? She was cute but s he wasn’t the cutest or most attractive woman in the  bar, but she was closest closest to my “type.” I was immediately attracted to her and that was why I selected her from the moment she walked in. But why did I wait? Why did I intentionally violate the “three second rule?” Do you even know what the three second rule is? What is “negging? “ negging?”” Di d it work? This story is 100% true. If you analyze it, you’ll discover the tools you need to get the woman you desire into bed, within just a few hours. No, it won’t happen everytime and you’ll probably strike out more often than you’ll get laid,  but if it does work just a few times a month  –  or  or a few times a week  –  would  would that be better than you are doing now? To find out what I did and how you can get that perfect woman into bed  –  in  in just a couple of hours - get my full report here. here . It includes all the details of what I did and why. Get laid, Jay S.