Pipelining for another Eastern European jaunt

As is now my custom, now that the chilly frost of winter is behind me (not that I noticed while in Mexico, Cuba, Belize and Thailand) the golden path to Eastern Europe has opened. So JJ and I have packed our suitcases and are off on another trawl of slavic women. One thing we much neglected in our previous trips was pipelining. Internet girls are so grotty that it doesn’t seem worth the bother. Not when the daytime streets are properly infested with cute clean-limbed little slavic sweeties.

But now that JJ figured out a way to pipeline while getting lulz at the same time we figured we’d sit in a cafe for a few hours and see what we can rustle up. I fire off twenty messages to girls in our target city. My only rule is they have to be hot enough that I’d open them in a bar (which is below my street-open threshold). They are much like this:

Different bird, but same calibre

Girl A: Tall 19yr old brunette

Me: Your picture scares my dog. He’s hiding behind the sofa, whimpering. That’s really mean of you. You should apologise to him.

Her: I don’t necesarily apologise, unfortunatly I’m not a fan of dogs! But I may find the resistance.

Me: You’re a crazy cat lady???? Oh no, someone pass my umbrella, I need to chase you away. Nice hair. Very feminine. Cute. I have an electrified fence. Don’t chance it.

Her: I guess I am or on the path to become one… I only have one cat for now and he is already a little much. Thanks My name is [name].

Me: [her name]? I have no idea how to pronounce that. I’m Nick. I’ll be arriving in [city]tomorrow, then coming up to [her city] after a few days. Where do you recommend? I’m looking for a cool bar which foreigners rarely find.

Her: Come visit me at work

Me: Where? I hope you work at a sausage shop, and can give me free sausages

Her: No I work at a pub, its not necessarily cool but ill be there and i guess i could bring some sausages to work

Me: nom nom nom Great! I like you now.

So that one looks promising and she’s certainly worth spending a few hours of a date to get a closer look. By her photos she looks a solid eight and not at all mental.

Girl B: Artsy 23yr old brunette

Me: You sound crazy. Totally bat-shit crazy. I like your hair. Cute, feminine. Weirdo

Her: Meowww

Me: Oh, you’re in big trouble now, girl

Her: I’m a dragon. nice to meet you

Me: I slay dragons. I’m a dragon-slayer. I’m just going to go put on my armour and mount my horse, pick up my lance, and come slay you. Maybe rescue a fair maiden when I’m finished

Her: boo!

Me: .

Her: HAHAHAHA xD I’ve survived slayers before, I’ll survive you.

Me: I’ll be in [her city] from tomorrow. Which bar do you recommend? Somewhere tourists don’t usually find.

Her: We dragons hang out in parks but yeah, I don’t know, the clubs are all listed online and the popular bars too and I’m the wors person you can ask that question I just started going out myself

Again this one looks likely to progress to a date and she seems fun. This pseudo-trolling method filters out girls who are no fun.

Acceptable

Girl C: Bisexual 23yr old brunette

Me: [her city] won’t be big enough for the both of us. I’m gonna run you out of town, and the donkey you rode in on. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Her: Me and my pinata donkey will never surrender. Never! :dramatically whips her hair:

Me: You shouldn’t rob that bank [reference to her profile]. Being a girl, you’ll get confused, scared, and make a mess of it. I’ll be the sheriff who arrests you

Her: Years of watching Dexter taught me some things. I think I’d be cool as a blade. Boris the blade. :l But yeah, I certainly shouldn’t do it while I’m pms-ing. Ok. Just don’t sentence me to death by hanging. Ugh.

Me: You don’t belong on the plains. You should be in the kitchen. Cooking roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Mmmmm….. gravy…..

Again another bird who knows how to banter and might be fun. I’ve got seven similar conversations ongoing from my first twenty messages and I wouldn’t place any of the girls below a low-7. If anything comes of it, I’ll update.

Date-game fail

While out at the Riverside Bar in Thailand, Bhodi and I were witness to perhaps the worst date-game we’ve seen all year. A textbook case of how to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. While it’s bad form to mock the misfortune of others, I was able to snap off some video for my readers’ edification. If the poor subject of this post finds it, consider it a free consultation.

We were watching the live band when a cute little island girl stood a few feet in front wearing a nice dotted top. Although no higher than a seven she was exactly my type so I paid some attention to size her up and consider an open. Perhaps I should observe her a while longer because she’s waiting in front of the gents toilets so I figured probably waiting for her boyfriend. Sure enough, five minutes later a European guy came over with her drink, said something and then leaned in to give her a no-tongues kiss on the lips. Ok, so I won’t be opening her I think, and quickly size up the guy.

• Ingratiating smile and pleading eyes
• Bad haircut that accentuates both the balding and the nerdiness
• Cookie-cutter herb dress sense

My initial thought is “well done” on getting a fairly hot bird despite these drawbacks. But then this starts……

Fuck. Me.

I simply cannot have any sympathy for a man who hands his balls over like that. He’s already lost the lay because several times the girl throws us embarrassed glances. She just wants this to end as soon as possible. He had enough smarts to realise the dancefloor escalation is failing after he leans in three times to kiss her and in each case she keeps her head flat against the post she’s leaning on and presses her lips tight together. So he leads her out onto the patio tables and to the quietest darkest corner he can find.

We get to watch over the balcony as he sits facing her and leaning in while she faces away. I hypothesise to Bhodi: “they look like they are on a first date but he’s already been able to get some light kisses on her lips. I’m guessing they met in a club a few days ago and had a drunken makeout. None of the other kino is there.” It’s obvious he hasn’t banged her. He’s dripping with neediness while she is playing gatekeeper.

Ten minutes later he pulls her up to try to ballroom dance to a slower song and again she looks helplessly up at us as we are cracking up with lulz. Poor guy. She got colder and colder and colder. By then it was 1am and we had better things to do.

Drunken douchebag text game is fun

I’m out on Friday night with three old uni friends I haven’t seen since before Christmas. There are already a bit monged on champagne before I roll in at 9:30 but we have a good chat about normal men’s things. After a couple drinks we roll on to an Islington bar with a meat market vibe. The male/female ratio is about even so there’s a bunch of 5, 6s and 7s shaking their asses and waving their arms on the dancefloor while nervous-looking young professional guys try to come onto them. For all it’s fascinating people-watching potential I’m just focused on my continued inebriation. I find myself propped up against the bar opening three different girls who order drinks next to me. The last one hooks well.

Peering through my beer-goggles, she looked like this

I’m a douchebag. The whole pick-up is on auto pilot where I’m dimly aware of the model I’m following but it’s never at the front of my mind. I insult her alot in the first five minutes but it’s all smirky-asshole stuff that she likes. So she plants herself next to me and allows it all to happen. The next hour is a blur. I know I remain rooted to the same spot without moving while she does a couple of takeaways (the effect of which is nil, because I can see her staring at me from across the room the whole time). Her bolshy little friend comes over twice to evaluate me, the first time she’s friendly the second time there’s bluster: “Did you just tell my friend you wanted to fuck her in the ass and spit on her hair?”

Easily dealt with and she leaves us to it. By the thirty-minute mark she’s doing a full-body press against me and subtle grinding of her pussy against my legs, kissing, and grabbing my cock. I flip between outrageous dirty-talk, douchebag push-aways, and feigned naivety. I put it at 70/30 that I can SNL her but at crunchtime little Bolshy comes back with her gang and drags her away: “Take his number and we’re leaving”. Nothing I can do. Bolshy is clearly mother hen.

Bolshy is the one on the right

I’m so drunk I scoff a Big Mac (my first ever) and pay £30 for a taxi home rather than find a nightbus. As I’m eating, I start up the text game. Note she’s an English girl (remember, the type my game “doesn’t work on”) so I’m able to use the full nuance of my language:

Me: Is your leopard-printed pointy-fingered (but kinda cute) friend still angry and pointy? [frame the cockblock for what she was, but without being resentful]

Her: Hehehehehe, nah it’s cool, we’re at another bar right now… They like this one better are there any other gals or guys you’d like to fuck in the ass over in Angel? Be honest [she's still turned on, and still loved the anal sex idea and my outrageousness]

Me: Fucking loads of ‘em. You’ve slipped to 13th place in the queue. [douchebag push]

Me: Which, technically, makes you unlucky. My apologies… still like your smell, though [I'm the prize. Push-pull]

Her: Hehe [reward]

Her: Is this you trying to be smooth? [banter]

Her: It’s kinda funny [shit test]

Me: Sorry. I’m terrible with girls. I hope you don’t bust me for being a virgin. [agree and amplify]

Me: Pretend you never read that [feigned naivity and confusion]

Me: So… um… what do you think of Greece’s continued membership in the euro? [de-escalate in tongue-and-cheek manner, drop in implicit contrast game that I'm not just a sexually aggressive douchebag but I'm also educated]

Her: Haaaahaaaa… I knew you were a virgin, I could smell it on your neck, taste it on your lips and feel it on your dick [playing along, getting herself off on remembering me sexually]

Her: And I think the euro is ridiculous [a knowing wink at what I was doing]

Me: It was the hover-hand wasn’t it? [keep going with the thread]

Me: I knew it! I should’ve just collected my courage and put my finger up your chuff [feigned cowardice and regret, in contrast to what she knows was strong bold intent]

Me: Then my thumb

Her: Haaaahahaaa! It’s like Fort Knox down there… It wouldn’t have ever happened! But Ilike the visuals your descriptions are providing [She'd told me she hadn't had sex since April 2011]

Her: You’re not bad for a 42 yr old! [callback humour to a game we played, she's rapport seeking and obliquely IOIing]

Me: If you knew what your imaginary self was doing to my imaginary cock right now, you’d get a touch of the vapours. [blame her for the sexual escalation]

Her: Oh you’ve got a dirty lil mind. [approval]

Me: I’m innocent. It’s your slutty imaginary self taking advantage of me. I’m almost shocked. [feigned naivity, position her as seducing me]

Me: Almost

Her: You kinda called me a slut… I should be offended

Her: Should [girls love being slutty about sex when given permission]

Me: You scandalise me. Stop talking about sex. There will be no more talk about my rock hard dick invading your sweet little pussy. None of that talk at all. [push-pull]

Her: So… um… what do you think of Greece’s continued membership in the euro? [callback humour, rapport-seeking, signalling a willingness to follow my lead]

Me: Referendum, default on the debt, return to the drachma… and “go greek” on the next hot bird dumb enough to put her ass within banging distance of my dick. [contrast game]

Me: Should I spell out who that bird is, or can I rely on your social acuity to start getting wet on the intimation? [assumed the sale on her being wet for me]

Her: No no… No need as I got that from the moment I laid eyes on you… And you made me quite wet earlier on, I’m still kinda wet… But not as wet so I will have to rely on my imagination it seems [reliving the moment to extend her pussy tingle]

Her: I have an amazing imagination!!!! [qualification]

So this was an SNL candidate that never quite got there. Not sure if I’ll see her again. I’ll be leaving the country again soon and I suspect the escalation went past the point of no return regarding buyers remorse. We’ll see.

Number closes can be a roll of the dice

As I look out my window the snow is falling and wind batters my humble abode. JJ is in Poland freezing his balls off and I left Robusto in Mexico chasing hostel trolls. There’s not alot of game being done in Chateau RSG right now. So it would appear time to dust off the archives and dredge up an old infield. Here’s a routine number-close from a lovely Estonian last summer.

I’ve put subtitles in to show what I was trying to do. She was a stunningly hot bird in my opinion – a very fresh girly look about her. It was my last set of a good three-hour session so I didn’t pay it much mind. You’ll see that it was going well but her time constaint meant I had to take a number without bedding it down with comfort. That makes it a roll of the dice.

I didn’t see her again. Why?

In my book I talk about the proper sequencing of a daygame street stop. The above-linked video is following the model but gets snipped short due to her being late to catch a bus. As the subtitles describe I’m able to get out the spontaneous opener and then tease / bridge into a conversation which kills her momentum. The vibing goes well as she’s smiling and giving back. So far so good. It’s as I start to move into the early stages of investment that she gives me her time constraint.

My book lays out the detail on why you need to invest her and begin comfort before you can have confidence that a number / instant date will work. Doing attraction material is fun and will hook her but if that’s all you do she gets a high buying temperature and walks away thinking “that was fun”. And that’s all. You were a clown. No-one cares to return a clown’s call. However if you can then move her into a real conversation about things that matter to her, and even better get her doing most of the conversational work, then you are showing her emotions that you are both fun and authentic. That’s when you can move to commit her for further interaction.

I couldn’t get there with this Estonian girl and thus I knew it was a roll of the dice. But I could read her hindbrain clearly – she liked me – so it was worth a punt at the number. Get a bunch of weak numbers like this and some of them turn into real dating.

Routine Facebook attraction material

I remember a time when I had to figure out how to talk to girls on Facebook chat, figure out how to run attraction and escalate girls who might be a thousand miles away so that next time we are in the same town they’ll want to see me. Mostly I started by watching JJ‘s text game and then adapting it to the different medium. Then I added in some of Toe‘s future projections and silly brown cardigan photos and gifs. Gradually, I built up mini-routines and a feel for the medium. Now it’s child’s play. I barely need to pay attention to run chats like this one on a cute Mexican.

Yummy

I’m sitting in a hammock on the edge of a small island in Belize. There’s cheering coming from the beach bar where everyone is watching Spanish football. The splashes from people diving into the sea occasionally spray me. The Mexican girl I kiss-closed after an instant date last week comes online. This is our second chat.

Me: oi! Mexican!

Her: hi british!! u still there??

Me: Belize

Me: gonna go to Playa again tomorrow then home to London

Her: perfect do you miss london?? u must came to mexico dont go london came mexico pleaseeee hehehehe or you gonna invite me to london??

Me: London is my favourite city. I’m looking forward to going home You can visit me in London. I’ll make you a cup of tea

Her: hahahahah sorry i dont like tea but 4 u i can make an exeption right!! but i think its so expensive travel there hehehe are u gonna invite me everything???hahaha

Me: just a cup of tea maybe a biscuit don’t be greedy

Her: greedy???what the meaning of that??

Me: I’ll take you to Tower Bridge at the river then throw you in the water

Her: cool thats sound so romantic hahahah kidding sounds cool hahahaha dosent matter i swim very well u seally boy!!!

Me: Of course, when you get to my room your panties will be on the floor within 60 seconds I’ll pick you up across my shoulders spin you around, make you giggle and scream throw you naked onto my bed and then go downstairs and watch tv

Her: hahahaha are u nuts??? but thinking in all u write i like the idea so i want it so if you want me there in your hose send me the ticket to go but one thing are you sure??cause u are gonna fall in love with me hehehehe

Me: I might fall in love with your cooking if its good but probably it’ll poison me how will you make me fall in love with you? I’m not an easy man to please

Her: ohhh perfect so first with my cooking,second 4 my kisses,3th becase i a funny and intersting girl 4th i will teach you spanish cause we dont always gonna be speaking in inglish 5th cause im gonna make u love like never no one do it to u and when ever u want and the way u want and i dont know so many things that its better to demostrate u than write it so how do you see??

Me: yes, yes….. but are you good at video games?

Her: of course i love it well im gonna be honest for the futball videogames i suck but u can tach me or i can learn until i see u again hehehehe i can go with u on april moth that i have vacations

Me: my image of a perfect woman is…. 1. good cooking 2. plays video games 3. doesn’t talk when I watch TV 4. frequent blowjobs

Her: i can be your perfect woman

Me: 5. good cooking

Her: my image of perfect man is……good lover big dick hahaha and that he works a lot or rich

Me: I’m lazy, poor and badly dressed maybe I should find you a better husband I’m only good for sex, eating your food, and telling you what to do especially the food mmmmm…… food… I love cheeseburgers mmmmm with bacon and BBQ sauce

Her: of course u dont,and let me tell u that i saw your piks and u are a handsome guy thats another point of my image of man,another thing he must cook to,that he be polite,that he makes me feel that i am the only girl in his world even i dosent hahahaha

Me: my grandmother thinks I’m beautiful

Her: that he makes me laugh i dont know what else that every day we make something diferent cool and onforgetible i love to the cheese burgers…food its the best in the world and my favorite thing y the bacon mmmm i can marry with a bacon hahaha

Me: So you want a wild sex (and cooking) holiday in London in April? hmmmmm. I’ll need to check my diary

Her: well we just can be lovers boyfriend i dont know hahahaha until you look 4 my a good husband so what do u think??

Me: I’m only 50% convinced I must have more information about your suitability as a lover and cook What size are your breasts, waist, and hips?

Her: hahahahaha well look your busy diary and let me know hahahaha but i really love to have that wild and sexy and amazing holiday in london with u!!!muuuuuak my bby

Me: 3 sizes please, young lady…

Her: 3 sizes???what do u mean sorry i dont understand hahahaha explain!!

Me: what size are your breasts, waist and hips? don’t make me repeat myself. I get very hungry when I have to repeat myself

Her: hahahahahaa calm down ok!!!!and i dont know my sizes sorry but i can tell u that i have a pretty buddy more ass tan breast and thin and tall hahaha but i will chek my sizes and i let u know another day u hungry man!!hahahaha

Me: I’m thinking about late lunch. Taco I’ll need a photo

Her: ok u can check my piks and if you want a pik u must send me on of u fisrt in boxers my mail is [email address] and im late to lunch too so i have to go see u soon be good and dont forget me hehehehe i send u a very big kiss dear bye bye my piks of face of course!!!

Me: check your mail later enjoy your lunch

Her: perfect bye bye

I send her this:

Here it is [name]. Don’t get too wet. I know I’m sexy. Now your turn. I want to see tits and ass.

Krauser action toys coming soon

Another Georgian idate to nowhere

I still don’t have the Georgian flag. Apparently they are still very strictly brought up with a no-sex-before-marriage culture and thus everyone gets married at 17 to their high school sweetheart. Or so I’ve been told. I was briefly dating such a girl last year but couldn’t close. Mind you, back then I couldn’t close an open door. Since then I’ve had a couple of numbers from Georgians but no jollies.

Here’s a sweet girl I met this summer on Oxford Street. I don’t usually follow girls into shops but it makes little difference to how you talk to them. As often happens with instant dates this started fine and then fizzled out by the second date. My follow-through is improving with time but the simple fact is most instant dates go nowhere due to factors outside your control. This girl had a particularly complicated family situation. We have the occasional skype chat but I put it at 1/5 chance of taking the flag.

Some teenage French ooh-la-la

Same Day Lays are a strange thing for many reasons. I suppose if you take a typical non-community guy and tell him you can pick up a girl from the street in the middle of the day, take her on a date, and then fuck her before the moon comes up he’ll look at you like you’re crazy. Yet there is a method for accomplishing just that and there’s plenty of guys who have racked up a whole bunch of them. I’m personally not an SDL guy. I’ve had some but I think it’s way overrated. Like having a fight or appearing in porn, it’s something every man should do just for the experience and the dinner-party story but taking it too seriously will unbalance your life over time.

That said, it’s a fucking awesome feeling when you pull one off. You just wanna run around the streets with your shirt over your head Ravanelli-style.

A new close, yesterday

Nonetheless its an ego thing and will lead you to unnecessarily burn too many sets that you could’ve closed with a more patient 3-date model. I’ve yet to meet the man who can SDL better than a lost tourist 7 or a mentally-unbalanced low-8. Maybe someone has done it somewhere but I never saw nor heard about it.

This summer I went for SDLs whenever the circumstances seemed right. I got a few but most of them drained away into nothing or blew up in my face. Here’s an example of a girl who was a prime candidate…. but it never happened. In this case it was pure logistics. I got her heated up and ready but she got called away to her host family’s dinner table and then the trail ran cold. A few facebook chats later and she was back to 50/50 but I couldn’t get her over the hump.

I’ve put the video up because for the first thirty minutes it was textbook, so you can still get some ideas from it.

Tell me a secret about you, something I’d never guess

When you hit the streets long enough you start to encounter strange people and strange circumstances, whether through blind chance or because the crazies are more likely to stop and talk. For example June this year while out with Whitewolf I street-stopped a stunning half-Swedish / half-Argentinian ten outside M&S at Covent Garden. Literally a ten. No ifs no buts. Looked like a Victoria Secrets model on a good day.

Me: “Hi. I just want to say, I was just over there when I saw you and there is no way I was going to walk by without telling you you’re hot, like a real woman”

Literally this hot

She loved it. Ten minute chat then I take her for an idate at Starbucks which also goes great. She’s bubbly, happy, IOIing and talking lots. I’m almost overwhelmed by how easy it is to build attraction and rapport with the hottest woman I’ve seen in my life. And she seems so nice – living in London to intern for a professional firm, a former wedding model, and very smart. So I’m sitting back, sipping my coffee and letting it all play out. After an hour we exchange numbers and flirt by text for a few days till we have a date in Camden one evening.

She arrives at the pub dolled up nice and showing ample cleavage. More fantastic interacting and it’s so totally on. As I finish my first pint her phone rings so I take the opportunity to go to the toilet. Five minutes later I’m back and she’s….. gone.

I wait. Ten minutes pass and I look for her. She’s literally gone. I text her “?” and get nothing. Puzzled. There was nothing in the vibe to suggest she wasn’t enjoying the date – it was going blindingly well. Perhaps she got bad news on the phone, or an emergency? But then why didn’t she text later? Three days later I text her and she replies:

“Listen, I work part time for an escort agency. Because I need the money while doing my internship. Just wanted to be honest. I need £195 in order to pay for something for eg this week. That is how it is right now.”

Ho.. hum.

I never see her again. A month later I get a text from Tom saying (to paraphrase): “You’ll never guess what happened. I opened a stunner on Oxford Street. Tried to get her on a Day 2 and she sent me this text [almost word for word the one I got]“. Same girl.

I don’t know who thinks who is more weird, us or her. Burto has idated two black prostitutes. Maybe women really are all dirty whores…….

So, to the video on today’s post. While in Oslo with Team Krauser in September we were struggling with the torrential weather. At lunchtime on the last day I find a cute brunette walking across the town square into the train station and bounce her for coffee. It’s a routine idate but I can’t figure her out. She’s cute, relaxed and interesting but way too nonchalant for something that should be so unusual for her. We ended up idating for about two hours but early on I realise that I shouldn’t be poking my dick into her ladyglove, as she elaborates at the end of the video.

Another day game two set of teenage Estonian models

Once upon a time this was a pick-up blog, with infield videos and field reports. Ah…. those were the days… Well I have been known to occasionally go in the field these days but since late summer I’ve probably only done a few sets a week. I’ve had other things to do and I’ve been more concerned about “working on my value”. So in the meantime, here’s one from the archives. We are still in occasional facebook chat with these girls. If we end up in the same country as them, it’s a dead cert for a double date.

I’d been thinking alot lately about where my next improvement is going to come from to get myself better women and/or more consistency. Another 1,000 sets is not the answer. I’m not losing girls because I can’t run my model or I don’t know what to do next. It’s not because I’m nervous and fuck things up.

Some girls can’t be got no matter what you do. Of those who can be got, I’ve been losing them because of deficits in my frame and value, not because of technical missteps. Expending the whole of your energies infield is like learning to box by spending all your time in sparring – sure that’s the single best place to learn but if you aren’t doing your roadwork, bagwork, jump rope, stomach routine, and pushups then you are really letting yourself down when fight time arrives.

I follow my subconscious. I joke that I’m like the lion on the savannah – when he’s hungry he eats and when he’s sleepy he sleeps. There’s no alarm clock or Five Year Plan compelling the lion to do something he doesn’t feel like doing. If you can’t say “no” to daygame and sex then you are slave to it. I haven’t felt like putting in daygame sessions lately. My subconscious was telling me something so I listened. It wanted me to ease off, relax, recharge and expend my energy in other areas like reading books, playing video games, and hanging out with my friends. So I did.

How to street stop and hold a daygame four-set

It would appear the natives have been getting restless due to the lack on infields thrown up here at Planet Krauser. Rest assured that even though I’m not approaching more than a couple of times a week now (I’ve got my finger in a couple of tasty pies) I have literally dozens of infields clogging up my hard drive that I shall sample from for your viewing edification.

Way back in Summer when London was warm I had a productive day out with a quality wing. This video below is a challenging four-set that was always going to be hard to stop and keep but we managed it quite smoothly. My stop was strong and deliberately drawn-out, the vibe was great (shame there’s no third person view) and you’ll see spots of exemplary wingwork in reading the set and knowing how to hold it.

The walkthrough is in subtitles, for the Practical Men among you.

Generally speaking I don’t bother with big sets. There’s just so much more that can go wrong that it’s usually not worth the time. However, we were having fun and wanted to stretch ourselves a little. There are no fundamental differences with going solo, but bear in mind the following tweaks:

• Address all girls with wide eye contact at the beginning. Your ability to socially finesse a large group is the opportunity to show high value
• Make your target clear through subcommunication or verbals
• Don’t feel shy about the audience. Your target will get a big adrenalin rush being the centre of attention in front of her friends. You get lots of points for the balls
• Wingwork is crucial in keeping the other girls involved and reading the energy shifts. The wing is there to get the player laid and neutralise cockblocks
• Things are so much easier if the wing fancies one of the other girls. He can be more authentic. There’s enough inherent weirdness in street pickup that you don’t want to add any more
• Make it a higher energy party atmosphere in the beginning. It takes more energy to kill momentum when there’s more girls
• Inthe beginning, the player does most of the talking and either the wing says a little or the player brings him in with an early question. You don’t want the wing to stand there silently losing value
• The girls will sense the energy between you and the wing. Make sure you are friends.