But I’ve also used a third, less-common method.
Social proof game.
Instead of describing it – I’ll just tell you a story:
I arrived in Mexico City in May of 2016 after living in Medellín for nine months. I was still living with my 20-year-old girlfriend. We rented a small third-floor apartment in Colonia Juarez; on the outskirts of Roma Norte. It was a restored art déco style building built during the 1920’s.
There was also a small restaurant beneath us on the ground floor. They’d converted two of the apartments. It was a great little café. Cozy, nicely decorated, and the food was good too.
I went down there almost every single day. I’d wake up in the morning, get dressed, grab my laptop, and go downstairs. Then I’d order a latte and get to work. After a few hours, I’d eat lunch, and then work some more. I didn’t even have to leave the building! And I could always run upstairs if I needed to use the restroom or take a break.
My girlfriend liked the place too. She’d come down after me most mornings, have her breakfast, then go back upstairs. Or sometimes she’d sit in front of the café while I worked – sipping her coffee and reading a book.
So after just a few days the staff knew us by name – we were on friendly terms with all of them. But there was one girl who stood out…
Mayra. She was a petite 26-year-old Mexican girl with long dark hair, clear light skin, and a great ass. We met on the first day we ate there she took our order. After that, she was usually in the back, washing dishes or making food. But the place was very small, and set up so that I could talk to her, even when she was working in back.
So every day, we’d chat. But her co-workers were always around. So getting her number, without embarrassing her, was challenging.
Then early one morning I was doing bodyweight training at a park close to my place. I saw Mayra walk by. She was on her way to work, walking from the subway station to the restaurant.
She didn’t see me at first, but then she felt my eyes on her. She actually stopped, turned, and saw me staring.
I realized this was my chance. So I motioned her over. I told her that I hadn’t asked for her number yet – I didn’t want to embarrass her at work. But she could give it to me now, and then we’d go for a drink later. She agreed. But I didn’t have my phone on me. So she told me she’d give me her number later that day.
Later on that afternoon, when I was working in the café again, she discretely slipped me her number on a slip of paper. She’d added little hearts around her name – a good sign.
We started texting back and forth later that day. She asked about my girlfriend. But I told her it didn’t matter, my girlfriend didn’t care (which was true), we could still go out.
But then she blew me off! She kept pushing our date back. Kept making excuses. I got tired of waiting. So I stopped texting her as much – although I was still friendly when I’d see her in the café.
Then she texted me one morning – while I was sitting a few feet away from her in the cafe. She wanted to hang out after she got off work, later that day. I said OK.
She texted me again around six that the evening. Leaving my girlfriend in the apartment, I walked downstairs to where she was waiting. Then we walked a few blocks to a nice little beer bar.
From there, it was just like any other first date. Half an hour into it, we were already making out at the bar. After an hour it was time to leave.
But I couldn’t bring her back to my place! And she lived too far to go to hers. Luckily I’d already planned for this; I had a solution. A second apartment. That’s right, I’d already rented a second place just for times like this. So we ordered an Uber and went to the second apartment.
Once we got there it went super-smooth. I watched a movie on the bed while she took a shower. Once she finished, she walked into my room naked, wrapped in a towel. We had sex a few times and then we fell asleep.
The next morning we woke up early. There was no time for morning sex. She had to get back to work. And we needed to get back to the building early, before her co-workers showed up and saw us arrive together. So we took an Uber back to the apartment. I went upstairs, and she let herself into the still-empty café.
A few days later, my girlfriend and I moved. Mayra and I texted for a few weeks after that. But she was always too busy. And so I never saw her again.
This was one of the easiest lays I’ve ever had. I didn’t really do anything – just a few hours of texting and a short first date. And that’s the power of social proof game. It’s like a force multiplier; a way to dramatically enhance your results with minimal effort. Great for introverted guys like me.
Sure there was some game required, I still had to get her number and seduce her. But mostly I just had to show up. Mayra saw me with my hot young girlfriend. And it made her want me. Like how some women fuck married guys – it’s forbidden fruit.
And this wasn’t a one-time fluke.
I’ve used social proof game several times.
More stories coming soon.
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