Being poor can give you certain advantages in the dating game. But if she thinks you’re CHEAP, it’s game over! Here’s how to avoid that “cheap” stink of death.
II. Nothing Wrong with Being Poor
III. A “Poor” Frame Requires Different Game
IV. Women Are Disgusted by Cheap Men
V. Make Cheap vs. Poor Work in Your Favor
At the time of the story I'm about to tell, I'd been on a roll for a good month. I had high momentum, pulling girls left and right from day game and having wild, same-night sex pretty consistently. I was in a spectacular groove.
During this wonderful month, my friends and I decided to go out one Friday night. My entire aura was just glowing with sex, and the girls picked up on it. We walked by this tall, skinny-but-busty Chinese girl smoking a cigarette. She stared me down and smiled as I walked by. I broke off from my friends and approached her as they kept walking. She introduced herself, then quickly revealed she’s bisexual, looking for some fun, and was bored waiting for her friends inside the bar. She was out for her friend’s birthday party, hosting out of town friends and showing them the New York City nightlife.
She invited me to meet her friends, and I obliged. Soon after, the birthday girl left, leaving me with my girl and a group of four hot single women. All were 8s and 9s in my book, and three of the five were travelers. Great group logistics. I texted my two wings to meet me at a bar ten minutes away where I led the girls. We all sat at a table and ordered drinks. The waitress asked for a card to hold the tab. As the de-facto leader of the group, I surrendered mine.
Five girls and three guys were having fun and vibing, but my wings weren’t doing the work they should have, and my girl (the alpha of HER group) was getting antsy. To keep the vibe up, I proposed we head to another lounge in a different part of town, closer to my place. The girls discussed this and agreed. My girl was still on the fence because her girls didn’t have guys, but she was following my lead, and things looked promising for an end-of-night pull.
I asked for the bill, and seeing that it was over $100, proposed splitting it. I told the waitress to bring half for me and half for the girls, and this foolish decision killed me for the night!
Long story short, the alpha girl, my girl, was furious that I wasn’t picking up the tab for her friends. When none of the girls nor my friends offered to pay, the birthday girl decided to chip in, which rubbed the alpha wrong even more. “Why should the birthday girl pay?” she said. I immediately realized my mistake and put my card down, paying the tab, but it was already too late.
She stormed off, and in an angry Chinese tirade to her friends, told them to leave my group and go to another bar. I tried to salvage things and restore the vibe, but it was too late. I’d already blown it.
In the end, I came off as cheap to my girl, the alpha lead, and the opportunity was lost.
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