Daygame Allstars

Who are the best daygamers in the world? How can you find out?

To aid in the burgeoning growth of the daygame art I am now maintaining a public list of the best players. Over time it will expand and refine itself as I get more submissions and more evidence. Readers are welcome to comment and argue. I will happily rank rivals and unrank friends. All I really care about it that the list is widely considered to be legit. So here is my top ten ranking with explanations. The first thing you’ll notice is there’s only four names because I simply cannot justify filling out slots five to ten. There’s only two guys on here who I’m dead-certain belong (Yad and Suave). The other two probably belong.

I have not ranked myself. There’s no way I could be independent. If you want to place the level of my game, check my in-fields.

1. Yad
Why he’s ranked: Yad has the tightest day game I’ve ever seen. He’s calm, centred, masculine, natural and makes every set seem like it’s a normal conversation without any game and yet ends with the girl giving her number, kissing, or following him for the instant date. There’s no try-hard, no gimmicks and he never ever qualifies. That he can do all this without any surface markers of value (e.g. good looks, money, status) proves it can be learned.

Why he’s not higher: Can’t beat number one

The evidence: I have spent six hours with him on a one-on-one and personally witnessed him do about six sets, all consistently high quality game. He’s got the famous ten-minute kiss close video publically available, and at a semniar I went to he showed another three excellent in-fields (including another ten minute kiss close). Other people who’s opinion I respect rate him number one too.

Connections: We know each other but aren’t friends. We have no business connection.

2. Paul Janka
Why he’s ranked: He’s the only US guy I know who has built a credible daygame system. From watching the Beyond The Digits dvd series he clearly gets it. But can he perform in-field consistently? I don’t know. Everything about his body language, vibe and conversation suggests he’s very good but it’s an inference.

Why he’s not higher: No in-fields. Seems to play a glorified numbers game.

The evidence: I’m going purely from what I read into his dvd materials and the lack of anyone having been able to expose him as a fake.

Connections: None at all

3. Suave
Why he’s ranked: He closes lots of girls on the streets of London and gets them out on dates. He has an extremely laid back manner, great vocal tone, and the best body language I’ve seen in daygame. 100% natural game – learned the hard way

Why he’s not higher: Inconsistent performance, no “magical” sets so far

The evidence: He’s my main wing and I’ve seen him in set well over 100 times and also confirmed subsequent f-closes. There’s also a dozen of his in-field videos floating around, though no recent ones.

Connections: Good friend and business partner. I am not independent on this one.

4. Yosha
Why he’s ranked: He’s really put his foot to the floor to systematise and popularise daygame within the London scene. He’s always out gaming or teaching and has a real passion for the art. His tutorial videos show he “get’s it” and the daygame model he recently formalised is the best I’ve seen so far. I’m thinking he’s more like a great teacher than a great daygamer, but willing to be proven wrong if I see it with my own eyes.

Why he’s not higher: No good in-fields in the public domain.

The evidence: I’ve never seen a full in-field video with audio. I don’t know if they exist. Thus he’s on here through second-hand inference because his teaching shows vast knowledge and Yad is happy to be publically associated with him.

Connections: None. We’d recognised each other in the street but that’s all.

There’s a few guys who are “names” in the daygame community but I’m not ranking them yet. Here’s why.

Jeremy Soul: If you are to believe his website fluff then he’s the self-proclaimed “number one day game dating” guru. He’s not. He does have some in-fields on youtube in which he shows some lower-intermediate skills. I’ll grant these are very old and he might have gotten alot better since then. I have some pretty weak early in-fields too. But for Soul to earn a top ten place, he needs tighter publicly available in-fileds. Made-up testamonials don’t earn credit here.

Dharam: In his favour, he has posted alot of in-fields over the past year and he’s a hard worker. He’s not on the list because I’m not impressed by those in-fields.

Assanova: While I absolutely believe this guy has tight day game I’m infering it from his website. He writes like someone who really gets it. However there’s no in-field or even detailed field reports so I’m abstaining for now.

Sasha: He’s the comedian guy. I’ve seen one in-field which is brilliant and awful at the same time, in that he’s funny, ballsy and interesting but he also gets totally blown out and makes a ton of mistakes. He’s probably got some good private in-fields. If I get to see them he might make the list.

Ratings Criteria
I want this list to have integrity – quite a rare thing in the internet marketing world that is the seduction community – so I have some criteria to avoid the main pitfalls of other lists. Namely:

1. In-field evidence: It is frighteningly easy to record in-field audio and video of a daygame pickup. If a guy is telling you his daygame is tight and he can’t provide an in-field then assume he’s a liar until proven otherwise. There are some reasons why guys might be coy so it’s quite reasonable if a guy only puts up one or two vids in the public domain. Maybe they really respect privacy, maybe they want to hold the best stuff back for paying students etc. Eventually, this list will rank only those players who have publicly available videos. It’s the single biggest filter between players and scammers.

2. Business connections: I will declare the business connections I know of. I rate some of the Rock Solid Game guys as top daygamers but I work with them so you ought to know that I’m not fully independent.

3. Bullshit: I don’t give a fuck which company they work for, how many bootcamps they’ve taught, how many made-up testamonials they can spam their website with, what Mystery said about him, which TV shows they’ve been on, how long they’ve been in the community or any other irrelevant unverifiable bullshit. Just give me the in-field or personal experience seeing him in set.

Submissions
If you want to nominate yourself or someone else for this list, please do so in the comments and make a case. The best way is to post a publically available in-field video to youtube and link it. Next best is some photos that confirm f-closes. If you live in London, show me your game in-set in the real world. If you have privacy concerns email me at my rocksolidgame account – I will not share the evidence unless you specifically authorise it, and I’m happy to rank someone and say “I have seen private versions of the evidence and confirm the guy is legit”.

Also, a guy doesn’t have to be a self-defined PUA. Naturals are fine, as are macks. I’m trying to rank who has the best game where it matters on the streets.

This list is a work in progress – it is not the definitive be-all-end-all. I’ll make it a sticky page and update as the evidence / feedback rolls in

I’m not dead

Just been on a ten day jaunt to Lithuania with the RSG boys for a bootcamp / holiday. Many many good stories. I’m working on the posts and videos while recovering from a cold brought about by 10 days consecutive drinking.

England vs Germany: Warm up

I’m out in London Bridge with Jambone and Moran to see us stomp the huns. It’s an absolute scorcher so I’m in my new daygame uniform that neglects a blazer and thus has nowhere to clip my spycam. Not to be outfoxed by nature I do have a back up – sunglasses with a spy cam hidden between the lenses. Before the match we do some approaches. My first is a Bulgarian (see video). She stops well and is IOIing good, adding plenty to the conversation. I keep the set going while Jambone is a few metres away with the shady spy shades gabbing on the phone for cover. Easy number close and we fall into texting.

Walking back towards the station I see HB Thai coming around the corner in short shorts. I neglect to set up the camera but run a good fifteen minute set. I’d have bounced her but she’s on her way to see friends for the game. She’s been here seven weeks, to study English. I move her from the pavement into a shop doorway and run light kino related to muay thai. Strong hook and an easy number. More texts follow and I date her two days later.

Coming out of that Jambone is in set with a tall Portuguese girl so I put the shades on and video him number closing. Barely is he out of set when the hottest girl of the day walks past. She’s a Londoner but has a Moroccan / North African look about her. My opener?

Krauser: Hi. I had to come over and say something. You were striding down the street, really feminine and I thought to myself – I’m not sure how to say this – but you walked like a whore

HB London: *amused* I’m not.

Krauser: Yeah, that sorta came out wrong didn’t it *solid eye contact, not remotely backing down*

She hooked strong, as you can see from her pussy-tingling leg movement in the video. Yes, she’s the one in the green dress. What a fantastic arse.

Saturday afternoon

My oh my I’ve been doing some sets lately. Here’s a quick rundown from today, with lots of missing girls when the sets blurred into one.

HB Korea on the underground. Opened asking if she’d painted her nails to match her t-shirt or the other way around. She was leaning in, smiling and qualifying right from the beginning but she had to get off the next station.
HB English Actress was a 2-set walking across a town square. Deep brown skin like an Indian and lovely calves. I open by addressing her fugly friend who amazingly just excuses herself in under a minute and leaves me with the target. We chat about ten minutes and I take her number with “Ok, this is the bit where I’m hitting on you. If you hadn’t already figured it out.” Some text game follows:

Krauser 6:12pm: Hey Miss Actress, are we text buddies now?
Her 6:22pm: Haha!! Yeah :)
Krauser 6:28pm: Cool. Just don’t blow through all your best material right away ;)
Her 6:45pm: Well we are still in recession so I’ll wait a while :)
Krauser 6:57pm: Have you figured out where you’re watching tomorrow’s momentof international glory yet?
Her 7:49pm: Not yet but I’m at class tomorrow but def wanna watch us beat the Germans!!

That was half an hour ago. I’ve got high hopes of this because she’s super hot and I was very direct.

HB Moscow
was a tall scary-looking ice queen so I used that in my open: “Hi, I wanted to come over and give you a compliment but you look like one of those scary girls who is really mean to guys.” She liked that and we chatted five minutes but it wasn’t going anywhere.

HB Cute was a buxom English chick who I ran across the road to open. She had a cute little pink dress showing curvy legs and a nice black bob. After ten minutes I took her number. Seems 50/50 on whether its solid but she’s absoutely well worth banging.

HB English
I chatted to in the doorway of a clothes shop for ten minutes. Halfway through she seemed ready to leave even though she was having fun so I said “Hang on another few minutes so I can start hitting on you” and she laughed and did, but turns out she’s living with her boyfriend.

I approached HB French Photographer not sure if she was legal because she was so petite. She’s 19. Fantastically stylish dress and apparently she travels internationally for her photos. That was a ten minute or so chat and she gave me her card. Probably flaky which sucks because she’s a 9 in my books.

HB Persia chatted for about 20 minutes and seemed to be warming to it but refused the close and then it turns out the student who was out with Moran had just opened her a few minutes before me. Some HB Foreign didn’t like me at all at a bus stop while HB America did but I couldn’t get enough rapport before her bus came – I felt I was getting close and would’ve done the job given another five minutes.

HB Portugal nearly shit herself when I opened her so I didn’t bother ploughing. I made light conversation with a few seated sets where I didn’t have any intent so it doesn’t really count. I stopped one stunning leggy HB Bengali girl with this opener: “Hi. Do you mind if I give you a compliment? I saw you striding down the street with your long legs – which are nice by the way – but what really caught my attention was your shoes. That leopard skin on them. You know what it makes me think of? Prostitutes.”

She cracks up laughing at that and hooks but I lose momentum and with that she loses interest. A solid 9 and scary looking too so I’m pleased I had the balls to open like that with her. I spend five minutes talking to a lovely HB Nigerian Public School who doesn’t seem better than a 6 at first but she absolutely enchants me with her eyes, smile and manner. Shame she wouldn’t give me her number.

On the way home I open HB Bulgaria because her name is written on her art portfolio and it’s an odd one. I ask her about it. She’s the nicest girl of the day and really responding well, IOIing with her hair twirling and smiling girlishly but again the Underground cockblocks me because she gets off the very next stop. Can’t create enough rapport in sixty seconds to justify her staying past her stop or me getting off to follow her.

I reckon I did another five or so sets on top of this that I’ve forgotten about. It was a great day because pretty much every girl I spoke to hooked and chatted. For about half an hour I hit the social state where you can open literally anything.

3 hours, 3 dates

I’m out day-stalking with Shammers today and it’s burning hot. I do a few warm up approaches that go ok – I compliment a stunner on her dress and get into a ten minute conversation with some young chick who has written top-10 hits and  has recently signed to a major to sing solo. That one is going well but she gets a call from her parents before I’ve got good rapport and it ends in a  facebook when she claims she can’t give out her number. She has her own wikipedia page and wasn’t bullshitting – this girl is a genuine hot property and I think she is on the verge of stardom.

I’m trying a new frame today, based on the Gunwitch audio set I’ve been listening to. I think my technique and calibration are totally fine now so I don’t have to think about anything in set – I trust my faculties to sort it out. The major missing link is inner game, specifically that I take a long slow route after the opener when I ought to be showing far more sexual intent once I’m a couple of minutes in. I decide today’s theme is:

1. Strong sexual intent through subcommunication (NOT verbalised)
2. Keep plowing all the way through to the same day lay. Only take a phone number if the SDL is ruled out (e.g. by her time constraint or more than one rejected extraction)

With this in mind I decide to focus more on target selection rather than in-set skills. All targets must pass these logistical filters:

1. Alone
2. Dressed in a sexually provocative manner (as opposed to merely pretty)
3. Showing some leg and/or cleavage
4. Not in any apparent rush
5. Get my blood tingling in a “oh man I’d love to fuck her” compatibility

My third set hits well. She’s a half English / half Indonesian ambling along Neal Street wearing a tight revealing black top and tight black leggings. Her large-ish breasts are nearly falling out of it. This is a girl who left the house at least intuitively wishing to be noticed by men. She’s also wearing beige suede boots.

Krauser: Hi. I just have to ask. What’s with the silly boots?
HB Cleavage: *smiles, taken aback*
Krauser: Yeah, I was just back there when I noticed you ambling along – you had a very feminine manner, by the way, I like that – and you caught my eye. Then I noticed those boots!

She hooks easy and quickly takes up the conversation. Utilising the ten-minute-rule (in daygame if she’s still there after ten minutes she’s ready to be bounced) I insta-date her in a quaint cafe nearby. I start to turn on the sexual projection and eye contact, tell her to wear her hair down, light kino and so on. These are thrown into a conversation that is otherwise mostly rapport and some attraction material. She’s responding well, IOIing plenty and I’m starting to think the SDL is on but she refuses the extraction. I pick up the earlier vibe and further light probing suggests she’s got a legit time constraint. I take the number. Seems solid but she’s only in the UK another 2 weeks.

I never do find Shammers again because while I’m walking up from Trafalgar Square to find him a 23-year old Korean tourist walks past and I have my next insta-date. She had lovely short-shorts, tight top and the general manner that screams “please open me, I’m receptive”. She wasn’t especially hot – perhaps a 6 on the universally agreed scale – but she got the blood a-tingling. I opened asking about her shoes which were ludicrously bright Converse trainers. I bounced her to a grassy knoll then to a pub. She was IOIing but refused the extraction. She’s here for five days and like most Asian tourists has a full schedule. Travelling alone, so I might be able to drag her out. A long shot.

I make my way to Covent Garden again and there’s a few forgettable sets. I open a black girl and she’s initially frosty but starts to get into it. As I’m gearing up to bounce, her friend arrives to cockblock. No big deal, the vibe wasn’t strong. I immediately stop a lovely Asian in a summer dress and she hooks nicely but claims a boyfriend on the number close (she’s on the way to work, so I don’t try the bounce). There’s also a tired dancer that chats for a little while.

The asian

Outside the station I see Clouseau, one of the two French PUAs recently arrived on these fair shores (I made up that name). We are only chatting a couple of minutes when HB10 Lithuanian strolls by. Long legs, hot pants, sunglasses. Absolute stunner. I give chase. My opener is shit. As I’m closing in on her I can’t think of anything about her that interest me except that she’s super hot. So I insult her bag. Surprisingly she likes it and after a tough sixty-second plough she’s laughing and into it. I bounce her to the Starbucks across the road for a takeout and then we sit outside chatting for nearly an hour. She’s real nice but seems to be going through some sort of angst over what to do with her life – can’t be older than about 23. I try to walk the line so that I build rapport without being an emotional tampon. She’s a waitress and soon starting work so I again have to take the number rather than go for the SDL. While she’s asking me about my hobbies I dust off the old NLP boxing routine that has her panting. Don’t have a photo but she’s very similar to this chick and equally hot….

Imagine this with black hair

As I walk her back down Neal Street who should I see but Soup Man. He’s coming the other way and I’m ready for the AMOG attempt but he doesn’t try it. As he sees me and notices the super hot girl with me she happens to grab my arm and hang on to it. She’s actually demonstrating how some bolshy customer grabbed her in the story she’s telling, but to any onlooker it looks like she’s my girl trying to cop a cheap feel of my muscles. Soup Man is crestfallen.

Leaving this chick at her work, I walk along the piazza and catch sight of a hot Bengal-looker with dyed red hair sitting on the kerb. My blood is a-tingling and she’s showing cleavage and thigh. I immediately walk directly up to her (she sees me coming five seconds away) and open:

Krauser: C’mon, I have to know about the hair. It’s brilliant.

Strong strong hook and we chat about twenty minutes. She’s a stylist and her next client calls, some rock star she says, so I get her number and she practically thrusts it onto me. My state is so good that I can do no wrong. Finally I decide I have to pop by the office, so I just do a couple of light sets on the way. I give a few compliments, get decent responses but my intent is gone now. Great day and nice to be back on form. Photos to follow if the number turn out solid.

Another Angry Unemployed Irishman

I hate the fucking Irish.

Ok, perhaps I should qualify that statement. I hate the following things about Irish culture: the victim complex, the plastic pubs, the pointless sectarianism, the retarded social values in the South, leprechauns, the whoring out of their thugs to any terrorist with a grudge against the English, the continuous murder of bystanders, the total incompetence, and lastly the way they spent 1,000 years attacking England and then the moment we kicked their arse they go into a perpetual hard-done-by mode.

Rant over. For the 90% of Irish who don’t embody these traits – I don’t hate you.

The context is this. I was out with Wisdom yesterday when he relayed a story. He was in set demoing for a student (day game) when some skinny Irish guy comes over and starts AMOGing him, saying right to the girl “there’s another five guys down there who’ll hit on you too.” This is almost unheard of in daygame. It’s literally never happened to me or anyone I know before this. Wisdom AMOGs back but the set is lost. Like the old adage “never fight a pig – you both end up covered in shit but the pig likes it” you can’t really win an AMOG battle in a freshly opened set. It totally sours the mood of a daytime pick up.

Wisdom was left thinking WTF? I have been ruminating on a new approach to dealing with AMOGs which basically comes down to the following:

1. Establish they really are AMOGing
2. Threaten violence.

That probably requires further explanation. AMOGing is mis-named because its a beta activity. Alphas like to have honest open competition under the harsh glare of sunlight and resulting in a decisive win-loss. Betas shrink from all decisive outcomes, fearful of losing, and thus conduct their conflicts in the passive-aggressive grey area. It’s the same reason they try to sneak under the radar when hitting on girls, why they hate sport, and I suppose why they like Apple products. AMOGing is essentially insulting the other guy within a grey area so it doesn’t quite sound like an insult and you can backtrack if called out: “Hey pal, I wasn’t causing offence. Can’t you take a joke?”

Defensive AMOGing is worth knowing to defend a set that you want to keep. Outright displays of violence don’t go down well with many girls, and can get you in trouble with the law. But allow me to propose an alternative:

Step 1 – Ascertain it’s an actual AMOGing
If you are in set in day time and a guy goes out of his way to approach you to deliver a put down, then it’s almost certain he’s AMOGing. If your gut feels it, it probably is. However, if you’re in a charitable mood and also don’t want to immediately lose the set by appearing unreasonable you may want to do a normal AMOG verbal response (people unaware of social dynamics usually don’t read the subtext well – something I’ve noticed in streetfights when the onlooking pussies completely miss the way an aggressor was trying to line you up before you decked him so because you hit first they think you’re the unreasonable one). If he doesn’t soften, and instead continues, you know for sure you’ve got yourself an AMOG rather than a merely uncalibrated interloper.

Step 2 – Bring him out of the grey area
This is essentially the “Reardon gambit“. AMOGing can only exist when you both dance nimbly in the shadows of passive-aggression. Just call the guy out.

AMOG: Haha. Yeah, where are you going in those shorts – 1970?
Krauser: Come again?
AMOG: The shorts, pal. My old man had a pair when he used to go to Blackpool pier
Krauser: Did you just insult me?
AMOG: Haha, nah man, why are you so touchy?
Krauser: No really. That sounded like an insult. You just took the piss out of my shorts. Why did you do that?
AMOG: Yeah, well they are shit. Haha.
Krauser: Woah. Hold up. You just insulted me again, after I told you I don’t like it.
Krauser: * to girl * Hang on a minute.
Krauser: * to AMOG * Who the fuck do you think you are. I don’t know you from a fucking vagrant in the street and you just come over to two people having a conversation and start fucking insulting them.

Step 3 – Clearly imply violence
Make it clear that this is no longer a conversation. He is an unwelcome aggressor and he has to fuck off. Personally I’d suggest you don’t actually verbalise the “…or I’ll lamp you” because that invites him to say “go on then” and thus witnesses consider you the aggressor. Better to give him the death stare, push him back, and tell him to get fucked. But not raising your voice or losing control.

So this is what I’ve been thinking lately, without ever expecting to need it. Then I’m out with Jambone this afternoon and we see exactly the same Irish guy (he’s often in Covent Garden – I knew who Wisdom meant immediately upon hearing the story). We are propping up a lampost outside M&S and this guy tries opening a girl right in front of us. She doesn’t stop. It’s a blowout but nothing unusual for daygame. As the guy turns back away from her he notices us watching him. We aren’t sniggering or anything, just a vaguely interested gaze at something happening right in front of us. The guy clearly has mad-Irish-inferiority issues because he comes up to us and this happens [paraphrasing]:

Paddie: * challenging but not aggressive tone* I saw you boys eyeballing that. Was that good enough for ya?
Jambone: * returning the tone * We saw you following that girl, your tongue hanging out your mouth.
Paddie: * English accent immediately brings out 400 years of inferiority complex * Well you’re about to see an Irish guy knock an English guy’s head off.  [yes, he was that quick to unprovoked aggression]
Jambone: * doesn’t move from his slouch or bat an eyelid * Just try it
Paddie: I fucking will you know
Jambone: I’ll give you £100 if you try.
Paddie: I fucking will. I’ve got a bunch of 50 provo boyos round the corner in the pub who’ll back me up.
Jambone: * laughs * Krauser, I’ve never met an Irishman who didn’t claim to have fifty provos in the pub to back him up * laughs *
Paddie: * to me, seeking agreement * He’s a laugh a minute this guy. What a dick.
Krauser: I’m his friend. Not yours.

This goes on a little more and then a car nearly drives in to him so he has to cross the road away from us. He stands seething for a while as Jambone heckles him. He approaches another girl who blows him out then he walks off in the huff. We debrief the event and it dawns on us just how weird it was. I can only imagine his pride was so sore at having us see him get blown out (and he’s seen me approaching, so perhaps he feels competitive pride) that if flicked the mad-Irishman trigger. Seeing as I share my pitch with him, I suspect he’ll try to AMOG me again when I’m out solo because it was Jambone who put up 90% of the resistance this time round so he doesn’t know I’m itching to try out my new violence-based anti-AMOG. I’ll try to get it on video.

My date shows up (Guyana girl) and I head off. While in Habitat buying a frying pan I actually see the Irish guy through the shop window, gaming a 40 yr old woman on the street outside. Hmmmmmm.

Before all this happened, I did three sets. First one I closed – see video. Second was interrupted in less than two minutes by a cockblock, and the third was a nice two set sitting drinking Pimms that hooked well but couldn’t close.

UPDATE: A front view

Inspirational

Alphaness is a way of life. It’s something that begins the moment you roll out of bed and doesn’t stop till you’ve fallen asleep at the end of a long day of bad-assery. A central tenet of the book of alpha is you have a mission. For me it used to be muay thai. I’m only a month away from beginning my life of leisure, and that means muay thai is back on the menu.

Here is a guy who really motivates me. 80kg and he’ll fight anyone. Look at the expression on his face when he touches gloves with super heavyweights. Look at how he aggressively follows up an off-balance opponent. And look at that beautifully thai type of pure contempt that is expressed in his body language and punch selection.

That’s alpha. Enjoy.

For some reason, I like the music too.

Approach Log

It’s been a while since I kept my spreadsheet of approaches. Most of the time now I don’t bother logging everything – just the memorable sets and not even all of those. But I’ve been freed up to do lots of consistent day game in the last ten days or so and this is how it looked (all instant dates have / will have write up elsewhere). If I don’t mention the close / failed close it means I ejected without trying, either because I decided I didn’t want them or the vibe just wasn’t there. Sets still in play are underlined.

Monday 17th May
HB6 Dutch backpacker. 10 minute chat, failed close
HB6 Romania volleyballer. See last post
HB7 Chinese tourist. Number close, cancelled date
HB8 Bulgarian.  Number close

Tueday 18th May
No approaches

Wednesday 19th May
HB7 Polish. 5 minute chat, boyfriend
HB7 Finland. See last post
HB7 American black girl. 10 minute chat, married
HB7 Bengal. Didn’t hook
HB7 Turkish 2-set. Five minute chat
HB8 French actress. 10 minute chat, number close. Some texting
HB6 British 2-set. 10 minute chat, failed close
HB9 Brazilian. Didn’t hook

Thursday 20th May
HB6 British in summer dress, 5 minute chat
HB6 British burlesque, 10 minute chat
HB7 German student, 10 minute chat, failed close
HB9 Hungarian waitress, 5 minute chat, failed close
HB7 British 17 yr old, 10 minute chat
HB6 German artist. See last post
HB8 Dark haired Brit. Didn’t hook

Friday 21st May
HB7 Brazilian photographer. 10 minute chat, failed close
HB9 Italian tourist. 10 minute chat, meeting boyfriend
+ 5 more sets that didn’t go anywhere

Saturday 22nd May
No apporaches

Sunday 23rd May
HB6 Venezuelan big tits. Bounce, number close. Day 2 on Monday
HB6 Chinese student. See last post
HB5 Brit long legs. Re-opened student’s set. Ejected
HB8 Pony tail. Didn’t stop
HB7 Lancaster student. 10 minute chat, failed close
HB4 China. Hooked but ran a mile when I saw her teeth
HB5 Japan. 5 minute chat
HB7 French student. 5 minute chat.
HB6 Italian barrista. 10 minute chat.
HB7 Dark hair. Didn’t stop

Monday 24th May
No approaches

Tuesday 25th May
HB9 Persia 2-set. 10 minute chat, number close
HB9 Greek synchronised swimmer. 10 minute chat, failed close
HB9 French hired gun. 5 minute chat, failed close.

Wednesday 26th May
HB8 Indian big tits. Instant date, number close. Report to follow.

Night game in Newcastle

I take a trip to Newcastle for a stag do. My intention is just to have a good time with the boys as we take a train to York for the daytime drinking and then progress on to Newcastle for the night and eventually strip club. The usual. I’m aghast at the horrendous quality of the local girls. Truly central London is an oasis within the dryest of deserts. York is also a contender for mong-town of the British Isles. So many fatties and retards its quite scary, not that Newcastle is that much better. We have fun.

After a brief diversion into a gay bay (where most of our group are frighteningly congruent, whereas I spend the whole time sitting next to the exit projecting as much hetero as possible) we end up in some 80s bar called Retro. I open a two set with a standard opinion opener (“Who is more feminine – Kate Bush on the telly there, or Beyonce?”). I hook but don’t care cos they aren’t hot and we have to move on soon.

On the platform I open a cute little English girl by complimenting her shoes. It’s progressing nicely till on of the lads comes over and tries AMOGing me. He fails miserably but kills the vibe. I’d forgotten what its like to be out with people who don’t know wing rules and who try to kill your sets.

Shortly after arriving back in Newcastle I open a three set of Hungarians, two of whom are beautiful. It hooks strong and within a few minutes I realise this is going somewhere because they are on a trip from London. But the same friend comes in and kills the set again. The girls scurry off quicker than a French soldier in a warzone. Thanks fella.

An hour later and we are about eight hours into the drinking. I’m pissed in the way that I feel fully in control but wouldn’t want to be operating heavy machinery. This next bar has a couple of prospects and then a 3-set of gorgeous Italians walks in. Two of them are solid 8s and the third is a clear 9. Tall, 19 years old, flat stomach, cracking pair. Once they are sat down I opinion open with my “bangers and mash” line. It’s so easy, like shooting fish in a barrel, compared to London. I haven’t seen a single guy all night who looks like he might have even the slightest game. They hook strong and are soon giggling and IOIing me. For a change, my friend decides not to fuck with the set but my group moves on to the next bar.

19 Years Old

Fair enough, it’s a stag do. So I take the girl’s Facebook and run. She accepts the add the next day and I’m gratified to see she’s just as hot sober as when I had beer googles. What a pair of tits! I’ll try some long-distance sarging so that she hooks up with me on her inevitable visit to London. She’s only been in the UK two weeks. Maybe it’ll come to something.

OK, here's another

So I’ve just massively DHV’d to the boys by hooking every single set I open and all hot girls except the first set. We end up in some godawful charver bar near the Bigg Market with pounding music, a crush of bodies, and legions of charver chodes. The girls are everything from 15yr olds done up to look old and 50yr olds dressed like 15 yr olds. Truly awful in a our-country-is-so-fucked kind of way. If NATO saw this we’d have to give up our seat on the Security Council. All of us hate it except the omega who suggested it. He leans over and shouts in my ear “There’s loads of fanny in here!” and chinks my bottle. Ugh.

Perhaps deciding not to be outdone by me, he opens the nearest set. A hen party of fat ugly 50 yr old hags. Really. They would’ve been ugly at 20 but now its just cruel and unusual punishment to be near them. He’s a huge fella and soon puts the claw on the stag and tries to drag him into the set. The hags are well up for it, obviously. A tug of war ensues as I try to keep the stag out of it but finally the hag runs up and plants a kiss on the unsuspecting fella. Just imagine if a creepy 50 yr old man had done that to an unwilling woman 15 years his junior. There’d be violence.

We escape to a strip club and the omega dude shuffles of quietly. There’s one extremely hot stripper – about as hot as the 19 yr old Italian I’d already closed – but the rest are 7s at best. I ignore them. The betas drop £20 a dance several times. I game one stripper and she talks to me like a normal person but I can’t get past the initial hook. One of the other boys gets a good long set with a fairly nice one much to my surprise. The boy did well and she was IOIing him – genuine sub conscious IOIs. Looks like my stripper game is behind the curve.

A good night. The next day it takes three long dumps to clear my system.

22 yr old German Student

I don’t normally go for squareheads but I’ll make exceptions for cute 22 yr olds. It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m meeting Wisdom to talk a little business. We decide to get in some cheeky day game before it gets dark. First girl I try is a Romanian on her way to work near the Strand. She’s in a big rush but the planted feet and solid stare do for her and she chats for five minutes. I feel like I can’t hold her long enough to get the rapport for a number so I settle for the Facebook.

I like the gypo look

Before long I’m back in Covent Garden. I do the “Can you take a picture of me with this elephant” opener with a nearby tourist and then stack into a proper conversation. The vibe is great and I’m doing all the things I learned on my recent one-on-one. It becomes clear this girl is on a long weekend by herself and itching for excitement. I bounce her to take more photos and then to a French cafe I recently found. Wisdom comes along and helps out.

After an hour or so of comfort and rapport in the cafe Wisdom makes himself scarce and I take the girl for a drink. I’m going for the SDL – something I’ve only recently been trying. It’s a no-brainer because she’s going back to Hunland on Monday night. We have a drink in the Sherlock Holmes pub nearby standing up so I can test her comfort (it’s good) and she’s telling me she just split up with her boyfriend and he’s moved out her flat. She clearly wants excitement but isn’t intellectually quite right with the idea. I talk a little about how society judges women too much and other things that give her the moral go-ahead. She seems to think I’m super smart but I don’t want to fall into the trap of getting all intellectual, or worse, dad-like with her.

Achtung Panzer!

We have another drink at a new pub and we’re arm in arm by now but she’s hanging on quite loose. More talk and I do a little NLP to raise her state and then kiss close. Easy. She’s all over me know but refuses the extraction. I guess she’s been out since 8am so can’t blame her. She’s keen to meet tomorrow so I don’t push past the kiss and hand holding. There’s not much coming at me vis-a-vis shit tests. We kiss goodbye at the station and then the next evening we meet.

There’s a quick kiss on the hello to re-establish the frame. She throws her arm around my neck but I shrug it off and walk her arm in arm to the pub. She’s hanging on tight now. The fact she came out at all means its on. I want to make her wait for the proper kiss and play around a bit – leaning back and making her lean in to me, getting her to qualify etc. She’s well into me now. We move on to the member’s club and sit on a sofa in a quiet corner. We start kissing and I work on strong alpha posture and let her climb all over me. She’s loving it and really breathing deep and pushing herself into me passionately. So much so I’m almost embarrased everytime the waiters go past.

I go for the extraction and she resists, saying we won’t be fucking.I make a joke of that, saying we have agreed not to fuck tonight and have to promise to stick to it no matter how tempting it gets. That completely frees me to verbally escalate and for most of the next hour we are talking about all of the sexual things we won’t be doing tonight. Her buying temperature is crazy-hot and her eyes are sparkling. She can’t keep her hands off my cock. I go for the extraction again.

Krauser: C’mon I’ll make you those cocktails. Nothing is gonna happen because we’ve already agreed we’re not fucking.

HB Squarehead: No. Not tonight.

Krauser: Look at me. Don’t you trust me?

HB Squarehead: I don’t trust myself *throws herself onto me again*

I’m now thinking only a back-alley fuck is possible if anything. I take her outside and before long we are in some dark doorway making out big time. She’s so horny but simply will not escalate to skin-on-skin. I’m still enjoying myself and really having fun with the verbal escalation. I figure I might as well seed the possibility of her coming back for a fuck holiday. You never know. I also frame all my verbal escalation around how young girls can easily fuck boys but they are surprised how different it is to be fucked by a man. She’s properly wet and I’m flummoxed on the inability to extract, or to rip her trousers down right there. I do try. I figure it’s better to be a pushy arsehole than a wimpy beta. When I try unzipping her she refuses:

HB Squarehead: You’re just trying to get me hot so I change my mind

Krauser: No. I’m giving you are preview of what you’ll get next time we meet

HB Squarehead: You sound sure we’ll be fucking.

Krauser: Because we will and you know it.

HB Squarehead: *squirms, grabs cock, pushes fanny into it [through jeans]*

Krauser: I’m showing you that I go after what I want.

HB Squarehead: That’s for sure!

After about an hour of this I put her on the train home. While I didn’t get the lay, it’s a nice reference experience. I’m a mid-thirties guy and I just met a 22yr old in the street and came within a whisker of fucking her. Nice.

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