It is best done when you have isolated the girl you want to swoop as a prelude to untamed passion and smoldering sexual tension.
Here is Paul Henreid busting The Double Cigarette Light Move on Bette Davis back in the day:
Bette Davis ~ Don’t Let’s Ask For The Moon(Now Voyager 1942)
The move is a great comfort and rapport builder that exudes Romance and Mystery (And I don’t mean that pick up artist that wears goggles and fuzzy top hats either)
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Reader Coby recently asked: “Mr. Mason, has your smoking habit ever caused you to not swoop a girl?”
Interesting timing.
A couple of months ago, a girl I walked out of a club to her car would not kiss me because I was smoking on the walk there.
First time it has really ever happened.
And recently at a charity event I attended, I sensed a couple of girls lost interest when I sparked up a jack.
Of course, it is impossible to track on how many girls it has turned off before speaking with them.
All in all, a very insignificant number.
And truth be told, smoking acted as a great qualifier with these girls as they really weren’t all that dope.
These isolated incidents simply pale in comparison to the huge amounts of girls I have swooped because they came up to me to get a light. Or a smoke.
The benefits of smoking and the amount of girls that open you far outweigh any negatives.
But I can sense a trend of these anti-smoking girls happening more in the future. Especially the younger set.
Adolf Hitler (the godfather of Anti-smoking campaigns) referred to this:
“When an opponent declares, ‘I will not come over to your side,’ I calmly say, ‘Your child belongs to us already… What are you? You will pass on. Your descendants, however, now stand in the new camp. In a short time they will know nothing else but this new community.”
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
The funniest thing about checking out these girls online is to see the guys they are currently dating.
More often than not (well, with the American Girls anyway) it is some guy with Super Suspect, Super Glittery Ed Hardy shirts (or whatever the shirt dejour is) faux-hawk, some queer designer jeans, posing in a bunch of “party pics”. (I think popular culture refers to these guys as “Douchebags”)
It is hilarious.
I would understand, if they were now dating some smooth, dashing, multi-lingual, well traveled, brutally handsome, International Playboy/Hood in a Custom Suit with a big BankRoll. You know, someone similar to your humble author.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Roissy talks about how he recognized a guy in his neighborhood flipping some Artist Game with two fly girls:
I’ve never seen him painting outdoors on a weekday morning either, and until now I’d never seen him in the company of women. This new painter’s schtick he had devised was clearly working. There he was, three random colors on a tiny canvas, a cheap art store easel on the sidewalk corner, and two hot blondes eating out of his palm. He was probably smacking himself for not coming up with this idea sooner.
Go ahead and try it. Buy an easel and a canvas board. Set up shop on a corner in the daytime, ideally during the morning or evening pedestrian commute. Dangle a paintbrush from your hand effeminately whilst cocking your head like you’re deciding how best to capture the majesty of the street corner. Wait for girls to approach you (which automatically signals their lower status relative to yours, as girls are programmed to never approach men), and run your normal game as usual.
I actually stumbled upon “Artist Game” years ago.
My running partner at the time and I were super bored, super lifted off chronic and it was a super weird overcast day in the most beautiful beach town in Southern California.
We threw on some floppy hats and scarves (think Salvador Dali in the height of fashion), grabbed some paints and two easels and walked down to the beach.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
It’s the middle of July and it’s 105 degrees in the shade. I’m drained but none the less I’ve got to Enter the Dragon. Went a bit too far last night, but damn, I looked good doing it. Picture this; bone white Ermenegildo Zegna tuxedo jacket with red silk pocket square, crisp white Gianni Versace couture button-down with black bow tie and tailored jet black slacks tickling the uppers of my Cole Haan mocs with the Nike Air sole. Stacy Dash… I see you lookin. I’m in Vegas and I feel like Tony right after he gets back to his crib… “I gotta get organized”. Montana, not Soprano, minus the blow. The Bella suite at the Venetian is perfect when you need an extra bed for your new found friends to sleep on. From my perspective, your body begins to shut down by your fourth day out here. You’ve got to pace yourself. Start every morning by sweating out the toxins, i.e. drugs, beer and liquor with a 30-45 minute workout at the gym in your hotel. No excuses. Water replenishment is another key to defeating the monkey that jumped on your back at about the time you strolled out of Spearmint Rhino with your pockets turned inside-out. This is the town that has the potential to spit you out with your shoestrings holding your pants up; remember Bell from Willie Dynamite?
Like The G Manifesto said, make sure that you’ve adequately stocked up on supplies before you arrive. Get your gum/altoids, Aleve, Visine, lip balm and cigarettes/cigars before you get into town. Your Zippo should be full of fluid. Time is yours to control as best you can. Also pack plenty of T’s, boxers and socks because you will sweat a lot. Good comfortable shoes are a must as you will be doing lots of walking. As a G you should be wearing comfortable shoes anyway because only cheap shoes hurt your feet. Steve Madden’s will be the death of you in Vegas.
With all of the wild summer pool parties going on, your day game has to be up to snuff. You should be confident enough in your appearance that taking your shirt off is not going to leave you feeling vulnerable and weak. Push-ups, crunches and pull-ups will help. If you’ve got weights, use em. I’ve even seen one G use hotel furniture (benches, coffee tables) to prep for the pool scene, its that important! The resort pool scene is the time to stack your lady count, or as I like to call it your kill score. Trust me, it’s very possible to pull a hat trick during a Vegas weekend; I’ve seen it happen. The dj’s will be spinning mostly top hits, but it’s your job to show off original dance moves. Listen to me. Learn from me. I was not the best because I killed quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd and you will win your freedom. – Proximo, Gladiato
If you are like me and you have a weakness for the green and red felt tables, you’ve got to do things to yourself so that you don’t ruin your life. Leave at least 200-300 dollars cash hidden either in your car parked at the airport or at your crib so that you have money once you get home. This prevents you from overspending what’s in your bank account. Limit your drinking at the tables. Casinos thrive on drunken gamblers, instead use this time to replenish your body with water and save the drinking for the clubs. And even then, don’t go overboard on the drinking, you have to be able to carry on a conversation with a fly honey and game spitting requires a clear head. Contrary to advice from the Big Tymer’s, this isn’t the time to drink till you throw-up. She will prolly be smashed out of her mind but that’s not your problem. Whether you bang it out or not you’ve got an image and a reputation to uphold. You’ve also spent too many chips on your gear to ruin it with vomit— be it yours or someone else’s.
Dress yourself in the best clothes you own. You can’t hit up Tao in a polo or a t-shirt and expect to get any type of respect. If you’ve got crappy gear, pack light and re-up at the Forum Shops (Caesars), Via Bellagio or the Grande Canal Shoppes (Venetian). You control your destiny and the perception that you portray is that of a G. As tempting as it may be to go with the common theme out here, you’ve got to stay in your lane—- no flashy T’s! Let them have that style all to themselves. I can’t begin to tell you how many times women commented on how nice I looked. I was suited for four straight nights! My game was on hyperdrive because of the Brock Lesnar/Frank Mir UFC title fight. Amongst a sea of print T’s adorned with sequins, bobby pins and safety pins, a well tailored suit really stands out.
If you aren’t satisfied with the Boise beauty queens or the Tallahassee trailer tramps, you can easily find a money pro honey sitting at the hotel bar. Trust me, it ain’t hard to tell. No real G will judge you for spending 2-3 hours with a Jessica Alba clone and her girlfriend. We don’t have to know that you blew last week’s paycheck on ass. Take a Polaroid picture of them, not with them and stash it away in your sin box.
Finally, you’ve got to eat good food. Avoid the buffets and venture beyond crappy hot dogs and cheeseburgers. You can get that stuff anytime back home. Eat foods that you’ve never had, I ordered the Eggs Benedict at the Grand Luxe Cafe and I’ll never forget that experience. It could have been my wonderful waitress Natasha or it could have been the fact that I chopped it up with Suge and almost knocked him for one of his lady friends. Unintentionally I might add. Suge, got much love for you big homie. This is the time to be a grown-up and channel your inner Anthony Bourdain. Real G’s eat real food.
