Social Falsification

In many practices, there are points at which one person has very obviously demonstrated dominance over his oponent/mark/dealer/target. These points, which I have termed D.O.D.s are essential to proper C-Artistry, and can be exceedingly useful in PU as well. By defining your target’s frame, you control her desire. By dominating a dealer, you can keep him from calling your bluffs. By making your mark rely on you, you can fleece him with more finese. These statements mark the basic principle that will be dealt with in the next several posts. These posts, however, will be theory-light, and geared towards practical application of DODs, as well as the bits of theory expressed so far in this blog.

Verbal peacocking is a creation of my own…something based upon personal experience and the weaker version of the Sappir-Whorf hypothesis. In general, the idea is this: What you say, and specifically, the words you use, define who you are, in the eyes of a target. To some, this can mean as little as speaking properly, politely, and acting refined. However, to myself, and the entirety of the Liar’s Underground, this should mean something much, much bigger: By altering your speech habits, you can create a chameleon-esk illusion, melding into any social group you wish — provided, of course, that you know the language.

The process of masking your speech to match that of a subculture is called masking, and is often done in C-artistry. If one wishes to pretend to be a high-flying business executive, one has to practice speaking in circular, non-specific language: An executive only gives direct answers to those he considers peers, and that kind of directness must only exist between the artist and his mark. Similarly, in PU, a person who wishes to be thought of as alpha has to talk like an alpha of whatever group they’re targeting: a grunge alpha talks very differently from a frat boy alpha, but both talk alpha: For example, alphas often act somewhat narcissistic, centering statements around themselves, even when the statement doesn’t really have anything to do with them! Key to this are phrases such as “in my opinion” and “as I see it”. These phrases are narcissistic, and very dominantly claim a person’s attention. Again, this form of verbal adaption is called masking, and is the first principle of Verbal Peacocking.

The second principle is what older people might refer to as “spunk” or “piz-zaz”. It is, in essence, finding words and phrases that stick out in the memory of your target, in the hopes of seperating yourself from the horde of drooling AFCs who are trying to buy her drinks or food. We’ll call it Flare. In my own personal experience (see? Alpha-masking at work), if you’re working with a lower-middle-class crowd, you can usually get away with use of specialized profanity. Words such as “fucknut” and “cumsucking-snot bubble” have worked wonders in breaking the ice with women, and the associated uniqueness can be transfered over to a general sense of uniqueness with some ease. For more educated groups, a few easily memorable quips or sayings (learn them in advance, and ALTER THEM! Ripping off the ideas of others, without your own input, is highly discouraged) will suffice. Again, this principle, which works by creating keywords and phrases that attract attention to yourself, is called Flare.

The third and final principle of Verbal Peacocking is Verbal Fluidity. Stutters and word blocking are horrible for your image. A true alpha speaks clearly (while making eye contact), fluidly, and does not say anything useless. An entire entry on how to improve your Verbal Fluidity will come later, and will go much more in depth on the principle. For now, however, take that it means improving the speed and accuracy of your responses, while nixing stuttering, word-blocking, and logic loopholes. As with the others, let me repeat that this principle is that of Verbal Fluidity, and consists of the speed and accuracy of speech.

Any of these three principles can be used and developed, individually, to create some amount of memorable individuality. Put together, they can sear your name into a target’s memory, and can almost guarentee a close, be it while picking up women, or conning marks.  Later, I shall go into detail on all of these.

For now, I’m your slightly irregular host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another presentation of Social Falsification: Tales from the Liars’ Underground.

When Mystery introduced peacocking to the Pick Up world, he introduced it with the express purpose of creating conversational links into openings. Items such as his trademark ‘fuzzy tophats’ or Flavor-Flav’s oversized clocks are perfect examples of traditional conversation pieces. Even ladder wiki, a nominally unbiased site concerned with giving a proper resource for pick up artists acknowledges that the items used were intentionally “garish” in nature. From that humble start, peacocking began to grow further, with taste refinements and adaptations to each and every social class of PUA. In some circles, it was toned down, to allow for a more moderate approach, while in others, such as the alphabet city scene in NYC, it was actually stepped up, to be even more garish, and more vibrant, than the already vibrant freak-scene in existence.

Now, after several years without any major revision, I would like to expand visual peacocking a little farther:”Visual peacocking is the practice of drawing positive attention to yourself through the use of unusual attire and broad body language.” (Lodinkinni, 2008 )

The major addition here is that of body language. Though body language has always been recognized as an important part of any interaction, in any field of deception, the use of eccentric body language isn’t always explored. By making broader motions, and slightly exaggerating expressions, one can, from a distance, broadcast a more forceful personality. Likewise, a person who moves very little, and downplays his emotions comes across as more subtle, blending into the crowd. These changes allows a person to toggle social visibility on and off…just like the use of attire for peacocking. Hence, the grouping.

Now, I don’t plan to go in depth on traditional peacocking, or the body language addition, here, but expect individual articles on techniques and tactics to come later on. Remember: before learning to punch, you must learn to stand (Pat Morita, 1984 - Paraphrased).

For now, I’m your host, Lodinkinni, and after a far too long hiatus, this is Social Falsification: Tales From The Liars’ Underground. Good night, and good luck.

As those of you who follow this blog, or my mASF posts, or my ILP posts, or my facebook know, I have been absent from most online places for almost two full months now. Honest, I am still alive, and still sharpening my skills in C-Artistry. I have been spending the time in intense physical training, aiming to, at long last, reduce my weight. I shall resume posting shortly, with all of my backed up postings and the like.

So for those of you who have been asking, no, SF is not dead, nor will it die anytime soon.

-Lodinkinni

In the simplest sense, peacocking is a term brought into the underworld by PUAs, to describe dressing in such a way as to stand out in the field. Now, like the male peacock, PUAs who use peacocking are using it to attract females, with the same wide variety of success and failure that the animals that spawned the term achieve.

For this blog, however, we’re going to slightly redefine peacocking by splitting it into two terms. The first term, visual peacocking, is the traditional peacocking described above. The second, verbal peacocking, is a term concocted in my own head, to describe a form of peacocking thats a bit more subtle: the use of specific words, phrases, and colloquialisms to set yourself apart from the run of the mill AFCs/norms…and even apart from your fellow PUAs/C-Artists, if you get good enough at the art (Sorry, Cheaters…but attracting attention to yourselves is a BAD idea…so y’all are left out, here).

When used properly, both forms of peacocking have the potential to raise you up high above the crowd, and make you desirable to women or a mark. When used improperly, you can face ridicule and humiliation at the hands of your rivals, your friends, and even your targets.The next two entries will be devoted to the basics of each kind of peacocking, and how to work them into your routines and approaches. Below are some links regarding the traditional meaning of peacocking.

For now, I’m your host Lodinkinni, and this has been another post from Social Falsifications: Tales from the Liar’s Underground.

Recommended Websites:
The Urban Dictionary: Peacocking: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=peacocking
FastSeduction.com: Peacocking: http://www.fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/fswiki.cgi?Peacocking
Ladderwiki: Peacocking: http://ladderwiki.com/wiki/Peacocking

Cheaters, especially those who deal with machines, have very little use for a poker face. In fact, most of their use for the poker face comes when they are close to being found out, which generally means that they haven’t been cheating that well.

For those that deal in cards, cups, or dice, however, the poker face is essential to survival. Most dealers can spot basic cheaters…and will be quick to call foul.

Unfortunately, practicing this kind of poker face is rather hard. You can’t very well go to a casino (even if it is out of time), intentionally cheat your ass off, and then expect everything to be okay — usually, by this point, you’re already in jail, or faced with heavy fines.

So how can good, honest cheaters come up with a way to hone their skills without avoiding police? There really isn’t a safe way that I’ve found, because, lets face it, of all of the Liar’s arts, cheating has the most ramifications for practice. So, for a person to become a really good cheater, I’d suggest practicing your skills more than your poker face, and, once you have them honed, starting with a low-stress, low-risk environment (like a boardwalk, or a bar) to ply your trade in. You might also want to go and do the PUA and C-Artistry exercises, because they will still make you slicker than you are.

Some general rules to live by, though:
-Practice your trade in a mirror. If you can see what you’re doing, then so can your dealer and fellow players.
-Your poker face is a whole body thing. Unless you have telekinesis, you want to make damn sure that security cameras and interested parties don’t even come close to suspecting you. Your best way to remain uncaught is to remain unnoticed. (There are exceptions to this, but we’ll get to that in the discussions on Peacocking).
-If a crack in your face is found, and someone accuses you of cheating, don’t panic…just keep playing for a bit, and play fair and square for a good long while, just in case.
-You will get better, both at your art, and the associated, ephemeral Poker Face, with time and training. Just don’t jump in over your head.

Thats all the advice I can really offer. Now, I know a good deal of you who read this are mostly silent, and email rather than comment, but I invite any cheaters who have better methods for practicing the poker face to speak up. This isn’t my primary area of expertise, and I’d rather you guys talk about how you might practice, for those just starting out who might read.

For now, however, I’m your host Lodinkinni, and this has been another presentation of Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground. Tune in next time, when we begin talking about Peacocking, in all of its glorious forms.

After whats come close to being a month’s delay, I’ve finally posted my FR from the second week of the Pick Up Game. Sorry for the delays, guys…I’m just that lazy.

Day 1: Wawa and Commerce

The Dress Of The Day: My black leather jacket (kinda raggedy), a black tee shirt under it, my hair all fuzzed and slightly poofy, and blue jeans: A very, VERY stereotypical redneck setup.

HBWawa: brunette, between an 8 and a 9
(Partial transcript may be slightly paraphrased)

Me: So, ever have sex in the trash room?
HBWawa: Excuse me?
Me: Well, its just that the compactor might be really comfortable…that or really uncomfortable.
HBWawa: Can I help you with something?
Me: Sure can! I’m an X-PUA, out as part as an ongoing game. You could give me your number, spend some time with me, and just have a good time at work.
Me (again): Or you could have a shitty time, call over the manager, and get me in trouble.
HBWawa: Whats a ‘PUA?’
Me: A Pick Up Artist.
HBWawa: So…you’re a Pick Up Artist
Me: Nope, I’m an X-PUA. I’ve got a girlfriend. I was a PUA once upon a time.
HBWawa: Umm…okay. So…are you hitting on me?
Me: Yes and No.
HBWawa: What?
Me: Yes and No.
HBWawa: Explain? Please?
Me: Well, I’m playing a game with other Pick Up Artists, and with Recovering AFCs. I want your number, and, for personal reference, a smile and a laugh. Or twelve.
HBWawa: Twelve? Why Twelve?
Me: Its as arbitrary as Two. Its very, very important.
HBWawa: The game’s very important?
Me: NO! Not The Game…like I said, I have a girlfriend. Twelve Is Very, Very Important.
HBWawa: But…isn’t it arbitrary?
Me: Exactly!

(HBWawa gets yelled at and goes about work, shaking her head and looking up at me with half amused smiles randomly. 5 minutes later, while she’s cleaning the cappacino machine, I come back towards her)

HBWawa: Do you need me to turn on the cappacino machine for you?
Me: Nope, I could do it myself if I wanted one.
HBWawa: Customers aren’t allowed to do that…
Me: Yeah, which is good, because I’m lazy…and don’t want a cappacino.
HBWawa: Say what?
Me: I’m really just here so that I can get your number. and so far, I’m only up to around eight smiles and five laughs.
HBWawa: Have you actually been counting?
Me: Nope…those numbers just sounded about right. And Five’s a Pretty number…ugly, but pretty.
HBWawa: What?
Me: Five’s a pretty number. and an ugly one.
HBWawa: How?
(This goes on for a good long while…about a half hour of randomness.)
HBWawa (After about two - three minutes apart) (Shoves a piece of sizzli paper in my pocket) You’re amusing…you win. Give me a call sometime?
Me: Nah, probably not. I generally don’t keep the numbers when I’m done with a game.
HBWawa: What? Then why do you get them?
Me: The chase
HBWawa: Well, will I at least see you around?
Me: Yup. I live a few streets away…and work over at 497. Catcha laters!
(I bow, and exit without waiting for a response.)

HBCommerce: Blonde, maybe a 7 or 8, depending on what you like…far too thin for my tastes (almost anorexic-looking)

HBCommerce: Hi, how can I help you today?
Me: By giving me your phone number, and twelve smiles.
HBCommerce: Why Twelve?
Me: Well, I used the number twelve while getting the number from the wawa sales associate about an hour ago, so…I thought, why not?
HBCommerce: What is this?
Me: A game.
HBCommerce: A game?
Me: A game. (nod)

…And I think you can guess where it went from there, for the most of the central fluf stuff. If not, look at the wawa section. This stuff lasted about three minutes, before I tapped out (There was a massive line growing behind me)

Me: Well, time to go.
HBCommerce: Why?
Me: Angry Mob. (gestures behind me)
HBCommerce: Aww…okay.
Me: So, did I win?
(pause) (writing) (hands number)
HBCommerce: Stop in again sometime?
Me: Nah, I bank with wachovia.

(exit, stage left, without having ever made a transaction)

Day 2: McDonalds And Diner

McDonald’s was a no go. The only female was small, and mexican (I’m slightly racist…but only when the object of my racism can’t provide a green card or an ID….its a Jersey disease). So…I waited till dinner, and tried again at the diner.

HBDiner was a 9…possibly a 10 without my own biases. Picture a redhead, with green eyes, full pouting lips, and maybe a C. She had some tattoo work scrolling up her neck from beneath her apron. 20ish.

So…

HBDiner: Welcome to (diner). Tongihts specials are blah blah blah blah freaking blah. Can I start you off with an appatizer?

Me: Well, lets start out with your phone number and a smile, first. Or your phone number and a slap in the face. Either or.

HBDiner: Did you forget your date?

Me: Yes ma’am…forgot her all the way back in california.

HBDiner (cocks her head to one side) Is that where you’re from?

Me: Nope. Born and raised right here in Jersey, with a wee bit of spice from Canada.

HBDiner: I see. Recent trip?

Me: A few months…but..you know…she’s worth it.

HBDiner: Why is it you want my phone number, then?

Me: Oh, just a bet with some pick up artists.

(Follow normal course…this one was slightly quicker to grasp the nature of the game…especially since she had a full hour. Which brings us to̷

HBDiner: So, the rules of the game….one of them is complete honesty, isn’t it?

Me; Bingo. Complete honesty, and utter contradiction.

HBDiner: And…what’s the target: Sex with me?

Me: Nope, just a phone number. And a personal goal of a few smiles. I think my girl would be kind of upset, if I slept with you and she wasn’t on the other side of the bed.

HBDiner: She’s okay with you cheating?

Me: Hell no! …Just threeways….

(We talked about relationships for a while, and her lack of a boyfriend…then we talked about sex…and she asked how she looked…so I rated her…and got a mock “Not a ten? How dare you” type response.)

In the end, I got her number…but this one had a lot less sexual tension, and unfortunately, the early part of the conversation led to me LJBFing her. So…I got the number, but…I don’t think it really counts, because there was no sexual tension, and no source of hunting…she was easygoing and open, and apparently only in the area on spring break, so had no illusions of lasting knowledge. With the others, there was a much tougher time getting trust, which is my general goal.

Day 3: Wachovia and Police Department

The only girl that rated an HB 6 or higher was a familiar face, who knows me by name already…declined opening, calling it no contest in number getting (plus…I didn’t want to encourage her more than my normal visits do).

POLICE DEPARTMENT AVAILABLE ONLY TO MY BLOG READERS!

Long story short: I opened a 30 year old police woman. Maybe a 5 or a 6. She knew me from my job at wawa. Umm…yeah. She’s a MARRIED policewoman. Who didn’t take very kindly to being opened…or to my honest rating of her…or to my doing it at her place of work. So…this was my big bombing of the week’s game. She was good natured about most of it, after the fact, but during…well, lets just say I was threatened with lock up, if I didn’t stop pursuing the subject.

This is your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another Report from the Fields for Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground.

Like the PUA, the C-Artist has a much more varied poker face than the traditional one. He must project a persona that will fool a mark, and will cause the mark to trust him. However, a PUA faces little more than a slap, should he screw up — a C-Artist, depending on his wares, and his mode of sales, may face anything up to and including his own death. Thus, the poker face becomes EXTREMELY important for his survival, as it is the most necessary tool for bluffing (to be discussed later, on its own).

There are actually two methods for practicing the C-Artist poker face, and which one is needed depends on the type of C-Artist. For Air Salesmen, the practicing is quite simple:

Step 1.) Watch a movie…any movie, really, so long as the characters are believable and modern.

Step 2.) Choose one of the characters…preferably one who you don’t resonate with at all…if you’re a skinny twerp who’s shy as a girl on her first period, pick the loud, bolsterous fat guy….but find a persona thats very, very, VERY far from your own. This will be your persona, and your poker face, for the main event.

Step 3.) Go to bumblefuck. Wherever it may be, it must be a no-nothing town, with little to no chance of you ever meeting someone that may actually be important in later schemes. Your objective here is to get 20 people interested in (insert type) of insurance. The catch? You must do it as the persona you picked up for step 2. Now, if you want to make it challenging, make sure the type of insurance is something useless…if you’re in a desert, flood insurance…if you’re in the NorthEast US, Earthquake insurance, etc, etc.

Step 4.) Continue finding people (on the streets, in stores, hell, door to door if you want), and trying to impress them, until you’ve met the qualification for your skill level:

Beginner goal: 20 People say yes and take down your number (A FAKE NUMBER—NOT A REAL ONE).
Intermediate (lower): 20 People, with a string of 3 in a row.
Intermediate (higher): 20 People, with a string of 5 in a row.
Advanced: 20 People, with a string of 10, and no more than 50 Approaches (restart count if you go over)
Mastery: 50 Person String. Start counting from scratch if someone doesn’t have interest, or if you break character.
Godlike: Actually take down SSNs, Phone Numbers, and Credit Card Numbers…use this drill as a way to fleece more people, and get better while doing it. 15 Person streak.

Now, of course, you have to remember to look for your mark’s interest. If they aren’t interested, and are just shooing you away by taking the number, then you’ve failed.

Dirt Salesmen:

You guys actually have a much easier way to practice your poker face: Sales. Your job is to pose as those most hated of demons, a door to door salesman. You will get all of your ‘merchandise’ at a dollar store, and try to sell it to whatever poor folk inhabit your bumblefuck.

Step 1 & 2.) Same as before, find a movie, choose a persona, its you.

Step 3.) Go to a dollar store. Find nice, compact things that you can sell from a briefcase.

Step 4.) Mark up the price by the following chart:

Beginner: 5 x the initial price of the item.
Intermediate (low): 8x the initial price of the item.
Intermediate (high):  10x  the initial price of the item.
Advanced: 15x the initial price of the item.
Mastery: 25x the initial price of the item.
God-Like: 50x the initial price. And a Catch: Pretend that you’re taking orders for larger quantities, and that these are just your sample wares. If you can sell a 1 dollar item at 50 times its price, and get people to invest money in multiples of the item, then the practice has more or less paid off.
Step 5.) Get at least 20 people to buy at your increased price, while maintaining your persona.

Thats all for the practice routines today, folks. Tune in next time when I report on this past week’s installment of the Pick Up Game.

For now, I’m your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another presentation of ‘Social Falsification: Tales From The Liar’s Underground’.  Good Luck, And Good Night.

Alright guys, this week, I had the pleasure and fun of creating the challenge. You can find it here, at http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/fs?action=9&fid=8&read=77425. I’ve started the challenge, and gone to two locales so far. I’ve got another four lined up, and won’t make an FR until I’ve gone and performed in all of my chosen locales. As an appology for not posting yet, though, I’ll give you a preview of the locales you’ll all be seeing:

-A Wawa (other than the one that I currently work at)
-A Diner
-A McDonalds
-A Commerce Bank
-A Wachovia
-SPECIAL (This Locale Will Only Be Posted Here, In Social Falsification) A Police Office.

For now, I’m your host, Lodinkinni, and this has been another challenge update from Social Falsification: Tales From The Liar’s Underworld. Tune in next time for ‘Practicing the Poker Face, Part II’ where I’ll discuss the C-Artist Techniques for practicing your poker face. For now, enjoy the flip side of the screen.

Now, there are a million and one ways to practice your poker face, and a million and two poker faces to practice. For the sake of this blog (at least for now), we’ll be dealing with the natural poker face: i.e. continuing your persona regardless of what happens. I’ll give a few different methods here, and notate what set of Liars each one is best suited for. Of course, you can practice any of them, or all of them, if you just want to become better at keeping your emotions to yourself in general, but…some work better for some groups, others for others. During this post, I’ll go over the PUA poker face, the next post will be the C-Artistry poker face, and then, finally, the Cheater’s poker face.

PUA POKER FACE:
The main objective of the PUA’s poker face is to stop AMOGs, bitch tests, or AA from visibly getting a rise out of you. You want to be able to keep your frame intact, and your control of the situation absolute at all times…thus, you can’t really give someone the ‘I’m gonna kill you you fucking bitch, you’re such a god damn whore’ look in the middle of a set, now can you?

The best, and I mean BEST practice, comes in the field, when dealing with women. So, to practice your poker face: Go outside your normal prowl zone….give yourself a good….I dunno…20 to 30 mile distance from your regular grounds. Go to a bar, and begin to sarge. Now, here’s the catch: Instead of trying to pick up women, try to convince them that you’re gay, and looking for company. Place your persona as near as you can to the frame you’re in while sarging, but don’t hit on the girl. While doing it, you want to be as embarassingly open about ‘your gayness’ as you can, without being outright flamboyant. Talk about other mens asses, talk about the way they walk, etc, etc. (If you’re really uncomfortable with being gay…try going to camden, and pretending you’re a neo-nazi, or go to a lesbian bar, and be a chauvinistic pig…you know…just go do something thats the exact opposite of you). Don’t make any closes, don’t even attempt to close. You just want to talk to them about other mens chests.

Pause here. Many of you are probably blinking, shaking your heads, or calling me full of shit by now. But its okay…I am crazy. What you’re doing, by setting yourself up like this, is exploring the polar opposite of your normal situation…while attempting to maintain the same frame of mind, and the same persona that you do while out sarging. If you take ten approaches with this, and by the end of it, don’t end up cracking up at your own actions, then you’ve gone a good way towards getting that poker face going.

Step two is pretty similar, but much harder. For this, leave the bar you’re at, and change locale. For this next place, you’re going to be completely honest…and I don’t mean ‘honest if she asks you’ honest, I mean honest honest. Tell the girls that you approach that you’re
a PUA, and explain to them everything. Now, some PUAs do this already….and if you’re one of them, and good enough to call yourself a PUA and not an RAFC, then you most likely don’t need this part of the practice. For the rest of you, the goal is to get a close (any kind…but K-closes are kinda cheap here, so I encourage #, @, and F-closes. Remember, despite being brutally honest (and not just about yourself…no pick up lines about her hair, her eyes…anything like that, unless they REALLY strike you.), you have to maintain your usual persona and frame. That pretty much should do it for the night’s practice. I recommend doing these things until you can take the most ridiculous and the most stressful situations in stride.

ADVANCED: For those of you that can already do these things, but still want to up your game a bit:

-Try aiming only at girls with boyfriends (with them). Or married women. All other rules remain the same as above, but this’ll up the chances of dealing with AMOGs and aggression directly.

-Try it at a place other than a bar/club/normal watering hole. Go to an office building and try and pick up the secretary, etc, etc.

Regardless of if you do the advanced work, this practice will make your general game better, and will let you keep your poker face/persona through just about anything the real world may throw at you.

For now, I’m your host Lodinkinni, and you’ve been reading another post from ‘Social Falsification: Tales from the Liar’s Underground’. Tune in next time when I link the challenge I’ll be setting up (on mASF) for these practices, and then, immediately afterwards, for ‘Practicing the Poker Face, Part II’. Good night, and Good Luck.

Recommended Websites:
 http://theplayboyway.blogspot.com/: This is a blog from a fellow PUA. A pretty damn good one. Unlike a lot of those skill-intensive people, he’s still got the love of the game. And thats important as hell. So…check him out, and learn to relax a bit.