Texting while absolutely steaming drunk on a Friday night

I got steaming drunk on Friday with some buddies. Beer, shots, and a bottle of champagne to put the final wrecking onto my sobriety. Generally I steer clear of drunk-texting girls as a point of discipline. But I was wrecked so away I went…… I just read them back this morning and started laughing. Here is what a leggy 20yr old black girl heard from about half past nine…

Self-image while drunk

Her: What you doing for Halloween?
Me: Fucking your ass and spitting on your hair
Her: Hahahahahahajahahaha dirty bastard. Would never happen!
Me: My cock will be in your ass before 2011 ends. However, I can’t guarantee love. Sorry :/
Me: That message was intended for a doffrent bird. Sorry
Her: Ahahahahahaha you flipping dirty bastard… I am sure her name isn’t [her name].. so get it right! Ahaha
Me: If you can grow some whopper tits, I’ll do you in the ass. If you can’t we’ll have to fall back onto your personality :/
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By 11pm I’m barely upright as I’m helping a friend hit on the barmaid. Well, I think I’m helping but I’m probably getting in the way. He extracts a number from her. I resume the texting…
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Me: Fuck me I’m steaming
Her: Stop being horny! I am never guna grow tits so u will never do me in the ass!
[an hour later] Her: Aint u guna fuck the girl yu were originally meant to text?
[another hour still] Her: Actually does steaming mean you are angry about something?
Her: Am a bit tipsy
Her: But you need to hurry up n answer my texts Nick
[4am] Me: I’m so drunk. Can’t remember the last time I had so much champagne
Me: Just woke up drunk. I’ll buy you some falsies, so long as I get first dibs
Her: Wel I am sober now, it feels good to know I won’t get hung over the next day :D

Trolling the Italian bird, for the lulz

Here’s one of the Facebook chats I had a few days ago while sipping a whiskey in the Hemingway Suite with JJ. I decided to channel him and just talk about food while insulting this Italian bird. Just for the lulz. I noticed she’d changed her profile picture.
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Me: you look like a dorky little girl in your new photo
Her: hahaha     any problem?     [she changes it]    better?     haha
Me: No. It looks like you put a broom on your head     I don’t like you anymore     I won’t have sex with you
Her: hahahaha     ok ill look for another one     D     xD  [she changes it to a full body shot]
Me: oh god, that’s even worse     you look like a hooker
Her: hahahaha     ok so ill be back to this one    [changes it back]
Me: I’ll suggest one
Her: thats for u?     but you dont have hair
Me: actually I just thought of the perfect picture     she looks like you, has the same hair, similar fashion     and equally cool
Her: hahhahaha     i dnt wear glasses
Me: I’m bored. I might keep insulting you     and then eat some sausages     I love sausages     I’m eating salami now     Sainsbury’s Basic. £1.19 for150g     thin sliced     mmmmmmmmm
Her: pfff     im eating rissotto
Me: I don’t like rissotto     I don’t like your rissotto
Her: pff     better for you     cuz i wont cook it for you
Me: and I’m not dumb enough to eat it     I’d be sick     you can’t try to bribe your way into my bed with your crappy cooking
Her: dont worry for that
Me: You scare me. If I look out my window now, I’ll probably see you crouched under a bush in my garden, using my wifi for your laptop
Her: hahaha     whaaaat
Me: I heard that. My window is open
Her: close it     i can be so dangerous
Me: Yes     dangerous like a rabbit     or a koala     or a hamster
Her: hahaahaha i prefer the koala     i live them]     love them
Me: I prefer koalas to you     they have better legs
Her: i prefer them to you as well     for lots of reasons
Me: If I was a koala     I’d bite you     eat the food in your kitchen     and shit on your floor
Her: hahaha     i would send you to the zoo then     and i would go to see you     and throw you things     but not food     roks and rubbish    for example
Me: I’d throw my shit at you     and laugh
Her: i would say to the owners of the zoo to sacrify you     cuz u are ill     and you could infect the other animals     and they’ll believe me
Me: I’d give you AIDS     koala rape
Her: you won’t have tim     you would be sacrified before
Me: I don’t like you anymore     you are mean to animals
Her: hahaha     no     i’m mean to you     well…there is no big difference at all
Me: I’m gonna get the koala army to attack you
Her: ok     i’ll be waiting for that

A juicy little blonde German

The prior post was a crappy-looking set that turned out well – I’ve got a date set up with her later this week. Here’s a contrary example, of a good-looking set that went nowhere. You’ll notice the girl was immediately smiley and happy to chat then she invested easily with very little prompting. For the last 2/3s of the set I barely had to talk. She IOIs a few times and agrees to a delayed idate.

Nothing happened. She begged out of the date later and then I never heard from her again.

Looking carefully at the video you’ll see she doesn’t really ask me any questions and her subcommunication is (as I call it in my book) “gormless”. It’s like she doesn’t realise this is a pick-up even though my eye contact is forcing a few fiddly IOIs from her. It’s difficult to predict sets but I’d say that although she is investing with her workrate she’s not investing emotionally by trying to build rapport with me – hence the flake.

But be wary of overanalysing sets. Just go out and do your best work, and then whatever happens happens.

Close well or close ugly, but CLOSE!

When you are beginning daygame it’s good to try to close every set just so you can practice asking a girl for her number. Most guys get tremors in their voice as they reach this moment of truth – the moment when she might reject you and take away that thin sliver of validation you felt from having a conversation with a pretty girl. No matter how good an impression you made on her in the preceding ten minutes, if you tremble and quiver at the moment you commit her she’ll sense that and her hindbrain will scream “no”. Funny when it happens. It sometimes confuses the girl too but she’ll follow her emotions and you’re out of luck.

As you get better you realise it’s best not to try to close every set. Now you are thinking about the care and maintenance of your game and in particular your abundance mentality. If you train your subconscious to try to close every girl then you go into every interaction wanting to take something from her. You subtly shift towards extracting (flaky) numbers when you ought to be aiming to simply create the thoughts and feelings within her that make her want to see you again. You should only close sets where you feel there is a vibe. If there’s no vibe, try to create one. If there’s still no vibe, let her go. This reinforces your subconscious that YOU are the selector and you don’t need any particular girl.

Once your inner game is solid enough that you are carrying a don’t-much-care vibe into sets it’s time to start trying to close the marginal sets again. Your inner game is robust enough to avoid tumbling back into scarcity and the simple fact is you never really know which girls will reply to your texts. Here’s a good example:

I ran my model fairly textbook here, making some adjustments on the fly because of her poor English and time constraint. It never felt particularly strong but there were a couple of flashes from her eyes and smile that made me think it might be on. Nothing conclusive, just flashes. Plus she’s an actress and stunningly beautiful so why let her walk away? If she was a routine seven I wouldn’t have bothered but this is a girl I’d like to spend time with. So I do an ugly close.

Walking away I’m happy with a workman-like performance on a high-value but difficult girl, but I put the odds of her responding to me at 1 in 8. We’ve since swapped three texts each and I think the date odds are now 1 in 3. We’ll see. Certainly worth ten minutes of my time before I moved on to the next girl.

PS - I’m experimenting with blurring the girl’s faces now. I think there’s enough samples on this blog so readers know what I find attractive.

Daygame 2-set: Russian twins

Most of the glory in street game happens 1-on-1 when you find a lone girl who is in the right mood and takes to you quickly. That’s the core of daygame and probably 80% of my lays came this way. However daygame isn’t all about hard work, it’s also about fun. Far and away the most fun is doing 2-on-2 with a good wing. You can banter better, tease harder, play off each other, and it’s relatively easy to bounce to an idate. The downside is that it’s technically more demanding and harder to bounce back to an f-close.

Nonetheless I do quite a few of these sets. Usually I’ll be out with Toe or JJ but I’ve also found my vibe fits well with two other wings. We’re all friends and we have lots of 2-sets in the bank so we instinctively know who likes which girl, how to create vibe, and how to signal.

Getting this kind of intuitive understanding of your wing’s game is crucial to the success of the set so you can avoid awkward pauses and fighting over the same girl. Here’s a set I did with John Matrix, one of London’s top street gamers. We’ve been out plenty together doing solo sets but only just started doing 2-sets. Like a new forward partnership in the England team, we haven’t gelled yet. You’ll see what I mean in the video.

Turns out one girl lives here and her twin sister was leaving the next day. That made logistics horrible so this was always unlikely. Add in that John had an appointment half and hour later and the best we could go for was a quick idate and then a delayed full date. Can’t win ‘em all, but there’s no way we were letting two smoking hot Russian twins walk past us without having a crack at them.

A street kiss close

Much of what you see happen during infield videos is “flash game” – stuff that looks impressive to students, and maybe is difficult to pull off, but that ultimately doesn’t get you any closer to banging the girl and quite probably ruins the set. Most of the high energy street stuff fits into this bracket such as twirling a girl around, picking her up and carrying her down the street, touching up her tits, and the ever-impressive street kiss close. Looks great, looks solid, but it never is.

Solid game doesn’t look very exciting. To an untrained observer it looks like a normal boring conversation. The swirly-twirly stuff is just for show.

The reality is that you’re pretty much guaranteed to never see the girl again after this and the reason is the love bubble. Street game is all about creating and prolonging the love bubble – that little cocoon that only you and her share – until you can lock the girl down with attraction, investment and rapport. For as long as she’s in that love bubble you are the only man in her life and an overwhelming masculine presence she will follow. Once it pops, you’re just another guy and she’s back in her own reality.

  • Taking the number pops the bubble
  • Running hard cocky-funny after the first five minutes pops the bubble
  • Flash game pops the bubble.

While in the moment she’ll like it but once she’s cooled down she’ll start wondering what the hell she got herself into. She’ll probably worry that she let herself go too far and then buyers remorse will fuck you. Girls know they are easily-led. They know that when in a strong masculine presence their hindbrain will lead them off the cliff while the forebrain is powerlessly observing. So once away from you their forebrain regains control and ensures they are never again inside the danger zone and the set is lost.

Scientifically explained

This said, here’s a bit of flash game from me. I go in over-the-top bad boy, do some silly future projections and teases, and then kiss close her. It’s not a solid set. The kiss isn’t very good and nowhere near as fully commited as the others I got (but this is the only one I recorded – they are hard to predict) nor as cool as this famous one. But here you go….   I couldn’t get the girl out on a date. She still chats to me on facebook so it’s not dead, but it’s running pretty cold.

That crazy (but hot) Italian is still Facebook stalking me

Regular readers will be familiar with the cute Italian who added me by mistake on Facebook and I’ve been gaming since. It’s now at the stage where she opens me every single time she sees me online and sometimes messages inbetween. It would appear she’s getting addicted to the dopamine rushes of our chats. We haven’t met yet but once we do it’s on. We’ve already been swapping sexual fantasies.
Most of the chats of bantering with droppings of comfort. This girl responds far better to pushes than to pulls so I’m usually hitting her with four or five pushes for every pull, then moving into comfort whenever possible (because that’s lacking). Here’s an example when she invited me to a party one Friday night:
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Me: ok     keep the tickets for me, and I’ll let you know after I spoke to my friends
Her: but i need to know asap
Me: tomorrow morning ok to tell you?
Her: yes     u have time til this friday     as too late!
Me: don’t worry     little smelly Italian girl…..
Her: i’m not smelly anymore
Me: you smell like a pack of rats     living under a bridge     in a storm
Her: whaat      i’m smelling like flowers
Me: I smell like flowers     you smell like old socks
Her: my old socks smell like flowers
Me: you made a mistake     you mean your flowers smell like old socks
Her: no     i dnr have flowers
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We never did go to the club but as usual she’s hitting me up on facebook almost every day. Here’s a chat from a week later.
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Her: oioioiooiioioi     hahaha
Me: still avoiding doing any work, I see
Her: heeeeey i’m off today!!!     sometimes, i’m off ok! hahaha
Me: aha, I remember now      having fun?
Her: not yet
Me: I’m going to Kew Gardens today     very cultural     I must be a culturally sophisticated gentleman
Her: hahahahahha     yes…     ive never been there
Me: they wouldn’t let you in     culturally sophisticated people only     no troublemakers
Her: whaaat      i’m not a troublemaker!     and i’m more sophisticated than you
Me: I’m sure you’ve said that many times, after being caught with your hand in the cookie jar
Her: hahahha     noo     stop talking about you
Me: I cause trouble     I don’t deny it     I’ve been interviewed by police more times than I’ve been interviewed for jobs
Her: hahahahhahahahha     so you are totally trouble
Me: not totally
Her: i’m too lazy today     and i have to do lots of things     pffffff     u should come and do it for me
Me: no     I just had a shower     I smell like a cool summer breeze as it blows across a field of daisies
Her: dirty socks you mean…
Me: you smell like a dead mouse in the corner of a dirty room
Her: hahahaha     have you even smelled one?
Me: yes, in Italy     in your best hotel
Her: hahahaha     our hotels are better than the english ones… i dnt want to imagine about the smell of the dead mouses here…
Me: what are you wearing?
Her: pyjama     well     kind of
Me: shorts or trousers?
Her: shorts
Me: what colour underwear?
Her: i dnt wear underwear when i sleep
Me: me neither
Her: so..    i go for a shower    if u wanna join me the door will be opened     hahahha
Me: already had a shower    but thanks for the offer
Her: back
Me: cool    but I am going out now, to watch Thor in the cinema    take a photo before you put your clothes on    and send it to me    I’ll check it out when I get back    have a great day
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She’s given me two lingerie photos. It’s trundling along nicely but I’m careful not to put too much effort into her seeing as she’s quite a time waster. I’ll just keep letting her open me while I’m doing other things online. My guess is 40% chance of sex.

Facebook Escalation: The large-breasted Romanian teenager

I’m taking some time off right now, working on a few new things. I’ve still got plenty of archives to post, so I’ll put some up. Got a few old lay reports too.

While I’m out with Moran and one of his students back in February I do a quick demo set on two stunning girls walking together on Oxford Street. I go direct and get the older sister’s permission to take the 19yr old’s number. They are super excited and giggly about the whole thing. At the time I’m kinda intoxicated by Romanian’s beauty and rate her a 9 because she’s exactly my type in every possible way – at least for the initial ten minute approach.

It takes a few weeks but we have a date which goes well. She’s acting like she can’t believe it’s really happening and how could she get so lucky. Nice. So I kiss close her at a pub at late lunchtime and it’s really on. But I have a pre-arranged consultation with Skeletor for 3pm so I have to snip it short. No problem, I think.

The third date never happens. She flakes twice and the second time is as I’m on my way to the bus stop to meet her. I’m angry, my core says “dump the bitch” so I tell her to fuck off. I don’t care, I’m feeling pretty abundant around that time. I forget about her.

A few months pass, and I send her a feeler text. She responds well, so I decide to move it to facebook. She adds me and messages. We have a brief chat then about midnight the next night (a Tuesday) I get into a second chat. Bearing in mind I’ve already kissed her and confirmed sexual attraction, and I can’t be bothered with time-wasting, I escalate hard and fast using my new Facebook Escalation Method. Watch….

Me: oi!

Her: [half an hour later] hi

Me:

Her: [kiss face]

Me: awwwww…. that’s cute I can’t do the “kiss” face maybe there’s a “grab tits” one…

Her: :D

Me: what you doing now?

Her: watching a film :D

Me: a girly movie?

Her: no :D i’m watching a romanian movie

Me: I don’t mean porno-girly, I mean girls movie

Her: ‘Ho Ho Ho’ :D about christmas :D

Me: I think Ho Ho Ho is probably a porno about three prostitutes

Her: :) ) yeahhh

Me: I’d be the pimp

Her: :D

Me: anyway, stop talking about sex you pervert

Her: yes yes yes always me :d :D

Me: you’re a naughty girl I’m gonna tell my mum she warned me about girls like you!

Her: :D ok tell her she will never let u out :) )

Me: She said… “Be careful of those brunette Romanian girls” “especially the young ones that look like a hamster” “they are all sex maniacs” thats what she said

Her: i’m not brunette anymore :D

Me: ?

Her: look at my pics from romania :D

Me: can’t be bothered are there any with your tits or ass in them?

Her: :D i dont know :D but u can check :P

Me: oooookay which folder?

Her: [folder name] and [folder name]

Me: ok if they are rubbish, you have to email me a good one checking….

Her: :D

Me: [folder 1] = rubbish :P checking other folder ….

Her: :) )

Me: who got married?

Her: my oldest sis

Me: nice :) congratulations

Her: thnx

Me: but photos are rubbish [my email] send me something good

Her: :D i dont have good pics

Me: you have a camera. take one now

Her: ;) ) i dont have camera :D :) )

Me: you have a camera phone

Her: what kind of pic?? :D

Me: something sexy, with your tits or ass in it not naked I don’t know you well enough for that

Her: :) ) let me check in my computer

Me: ok

Her: done

Me: checking…..

Her: [kiss face]

Me: ok, got ‘em thanks

Built to fuck

Her: :P are not that good but….7

Me: they are fairly good one of you kneeling in sand is the best one

Her: :D

Me: tits look good

Her: i know always look good

Me: don’t be so proud, woman! lots of girls have nice tits

Her: why not?

Me: :P

Her: :D not nicer then mine :D

Me: I’m not so sure about your ass though

Her: :) ) it’s not the best photo…

Me: yeah sure…

Her: i know i have a bis ass :D *big ass

Me: I didn’t really notice when I met you anyway, pretty good photos I’m sure you can do better though

Her: :D thanks i will one day ….7 …..

Me: 7?

Her: nothing :D i was pressing the wrong button :D

Me: so when I met you we established you are girly, quite cute, but also a bit silly

Her: just a bit?? :D

Me: these photos confirm quality tits and as-yet inconclusive about the ass is there anything else I should know before we meet again?

Her: i dont know

Me: are you likely to stalk me? I didn’t like my last few stalkers

Her: dont know

Me: you don’t know much do you? :P

Her: :D that’s me :D

Me: Can you handle alcohol well? I’ve started drinking rum and coke recently

Her: :D yep i’m drinking only vodka with coke or cherry juice

Me: big words for a little hamster I’ll drink you under the table

Her: noooo :P oh…. i think…. yes :D u are british :D so u are drinking more than romanians

Me: I just bought a bottle of Captain Morgan last night it’s already 1/3 finished :D in fact, I might pour myself a glass right now…

Her: i want aswell

Me: you’re in [extremity of greater London] though, right?

Her: [zone 3]

Me: ah, I remember not so far jump in a taxi

Her: ;) ) im going to sleep now

Me: wus but ok

Her: because tomorrow i’ll go shopping :D good night and sweet dreams :D

Me: you too darlin’ ;)

So I’ve set the frame, got some fairly good compliance (mainly the photos) and made no bones about my intent. As expected she balked at the initial come-on. Better the pushy asshole than the timid beta. My value remains high, the vibe is good, and she’ll be back.

You don’t have to verbalise sex to make a girl horny

Tom and I were having a long session yesterday. The first hour or so was nasty – poor vibe, crappy girls, dead sets. But as usually happens we started to hit our stride and get some better luck with the quality of girls appearing in front of us. This was my last set before our afternoon intermission (more to follow).

I see this girl padding softly down the street with her arse swishing from side to side. Immediately my spider sense triggers. I say to Tom “that girl is ovulating” and then dodge through traffic to chase her down.

0:08 – It was her vibe that made me decide to go strongly sexual in the subcommunication. She is showing lots of skin and walking with a soft lilt. This girl feels horny.

0:15 – A mild version of the “Russian Minute” commences now. It’s one-minute of bullshit and stern looks to see if I’m the piggy in a house of bricks or the piggy in a house of straw….

0:33 – …. but because she’s horny there’s still encouraging signals for a man calibrated enough to read them. Usually these girls stare you down harder.

0:53 – Stack into conversation so I don’t kill the opener. She gives me an easy way to show defiance on her country of origin.

1:04 – Words don’t matter much. I’m eye-fucking her and about to lower my vocal tone.

1:16 – Note the hair IOIs beginning. You’ll see as the set progress this isn’t just a reaction to the wind. Watch.

1:26 – The stack is playful and hints at sexual themes. She’s heating up with the eye flirting and mouth pursing.

1:36 – She’s a pussy cat now. Her testing has given her the answer she wanted and now she wants to be led and toyed with.

1:51 – Framing her. She loves it.

1:56 – The IOI moves from her hair to her arm scratching….

2:03 – …and on to the lips

2:14 – I am providing order, structure and leadership to the conversation. I’m not just bouncing around. Often it takes longer to reach this point but she hooked hard and sexual so I go right in.

2:35 – Comfort

2:59 – Was that David Cameron just walking past?

3:24 – Allowing pauses to work the tension and she either invests into the gaps or we get a nice sexual silence. Win-win.

3:34 – No, it’s Michael Schumacher

3:42 – We’ll call that an IOI

5:08 – There’s no need to verbalise fucking. We’ve already agreed subsconsiously that it’s “on”. Now we just have to figure out if we can move through the remaining stages to sex without fucking up or logistical barriers.

6:01 – Usually this would be a set to bounce to an instant date but I had an appointment I was already late for.

If I’d gone for the instant date I’d have said I have a 50/50 change to bang her, but I wasn’t up for it.

A feisty Indian who won’t be cowed

I was out doing some day-creeping yesterday and the last girl was this rather spritely English / Indian lass. The whole interaction was a bit weird and didn’t fit the model. She hooked easily before I even finished the opener and was giving back with the banter and fun, so a delight to talk to. However my sexual vibe had been off all day so I was getting myself into interactions that we’re chill, fun and lively – but not really man-woman. Take a look….

You’ll see she was just in the mood for a chat at the beginning and her character is bubbly and giving. I tease her hard for a while, which keeps her animated and doesn’t allow her to get the upper hand. She’s clearly used to being in control of conversations through her energy alone. Then after about five minutes my frame starts to win out over hers and she qualifies harder and seeks more rapport – e.g. when she does that little jingly dance, I give her no reaction, and she starts giggling and stacks forwards. She’s into me now but I’m expecting subtle frame control games. Not because she’s a psycho or attention whore – I think they’ll be fun and naive frame control games.

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