FR: I get LJBF’d off the Apocalypse opener

September 15, 2009

That’s how bad this sticking point is. I open a girl telling her I want to fuck her and I end up her friend. Here is the sorry tale.

September 5th, 2009. Saturday afternoon and my mother is visiting London so I do the honourable thing and meet her for lunch and coffee. I’m totally open with her about my sarging which she’s obliquely supportive of. She’s rather contemptous of my skank ex-wife and see’s me as the aggreived party. She’s also a psychologist and a realist so she wants her son to get himself together and get himself together with girls. Nonetheless I can squeeze in an hour of daygame with Sai.

One thing I’ve noticed recently – my very first daygame sarge of the day is usually my best. I think it’s because I haven’t really put on my PUA wizard hat so I come across more authentic and relaxed. I wish I could bottle and sell that state.

Walking down Charing Cross road I see HB8 Greek. I open:

Krauser: Hi
HB8: Hi *stops*
Krauser: I had to stop you. You’re gorgeous.
HB8: *smiles* Thanks
Krauser: Would you like to come home with me?
HB8: *shock awe, quickly recovers poise* No.
Krauser: OK. Is that coffee from Pret?
HB8: Yes
Krauser: Cool. I normally go to Starbucks myself. I like the coffee of the day though to be honest if I’m gonna spend a long time in a cafe I normally do Cafe Nero because they have those lovely distressed leather sofas… blah blah… bullshit
HB8: Come walk with me

We walk down to Trafalgar Square and she’s really pleasant, asking me about the opener and do I do this much. I’m hyper-honest in what I say (though I withhold the sheer scale of my approaching), as I calibrate her to be very open on these things and I think honesty will DHV me:

Krauser: I’m a fairly direct guy. When a man approaches a woman it’s always based on a sexual dynamic. I see no reason to try to sneak in under her radar.
HB8: You could be a little more roundabout, like ask her something normal
Krauser: Yeah I suppose but that’s not me. Give me some feedback then. How did you feel when I said that
HB8: It was kinda shocking…. but cool.
Krauser: It looked simple but there’s alot going there. When a man stops a woman he’s got to demonstrate value without scaring her or being creepy. It could’ve sounded really weird but instead I was just putting the option out there. I wasn’t trying to persuade you to have sex. I put it out there as non-needy. I like sex, but I don’t need it.
HB8: Yeah, I caught that. *smiling*

After ten minutes I number close by typing my number into her phone and then ringing to mine. She walks off then calls me two minutes later to check she’s got the right number stored. I take that as an IOI. She’d briefly mentioned a boyfriend in passing, and that she lives in Covent Garden. She suggested I join her in a bar later after I’m done in Tiger Tiger. I know I’m not going to because it’s pulling me into her reality. Later that night we swap texts:

Krauser: You’re still thinking about it 😉
HB8: A little! doesn’t happen often in london!
Krauser: But all the time in Greece? I’m at Tiger Tiger
HB8: Yea greece is a little bit different. I’ve just hopped into the bath…
Krauser: Bath texting? You’re weird
HB8: Thanks…. multi tasking? lol. ur in a bar with ur mate and ur texting… that’s equally weird. lol
Krauser: Make sure you soap yourself properly
HB8: Thanks for the tip, couldn’t have done it without u. lol
Krauser: I’m helpful like that

I leave it for the week and then on the Thursday that the Colombian blows me out I call. She picks up right away and after a five minute chat she invites to to Bar Salsa. Says her male friend is teaching there but she’s not dancing so why don’t I join her. I figure turning up alone to her base is gonna chode me out so I decline.

Next, while out Friday 11th I restart, late on while I’m in Cargo. The whole time I’m trying to follow Roissy’s text game maxim – Send only those texts which you’d be comfortable having appear on a jumbotron in front of the whole world. Meaning, if you aren’t comfortable with your text game being public, it must be beta.

Krauser: Old Street tonight
HB8: I’m off to the cinema tonight but could meet up later if ur around
Krauser: Yeah, that’s a plan. Text me when you’re done
HB8: *later* Would you like to meet in coven garden or is it too late for you?

This is 11pm. I call. I say I’ll be finished with my friends at midnight and then I’ll call to arrange to come over to her place (she’s at home now). Midnight comes, I call and no answer. Twice. I text “hey” to no response. Fuck.

Next morning at about 11am I get this:

HB8: Hey Krauser – I’m so sorry about last night! I fell asleep in front of the tv, didn’t realise how tired I was.

We arrange an early afternoon Day 2 for Saturday.

Day 2
I’m sitting in Cafe Nero off Covent Garden reading Ayn Rand’s Fountainhead. I want to be in a state where I’m self-amused and not anxious for her to come. Works out well. She arrives and we sit outside in the sun. I’m leaning back, alpha language and we connect instantly. I really like this girl. She’s smart, self-assured and much prettier than I first realised. Turns out she’s a model and recently has been posing naked for artists. She’s also a dancer. We chat alot and I keep with the authentic honesty. She likes the book I have on speedreading people and really lights up when I outline her character.

She suggests moving on to St James’ Park so off we go. I initiate kino with upper arm touching, pulling her in (arm around shoulders) and arm around waist. She’s pleasantly staying comfortably close but not responding by putting her arms around me. I end up talking about my interest in social dynamics and talk about alpha/beta/omega and sexual chemistry. She’s going along with it all. I neg a bit, we joke. It’s just very very pleasant. I feel totally relaxed like there’s no judging between us and I’m not trying to impress.

Three hours in and we are sitting outside another cafe while she eats. I try to escalate a bit more. Suddenly:

HB8: You know I have a boyfriend
Krauser: *looks into her eyes* I don’t care
HB8: Well I do. It’s his flat I live in. I just don’t want to mislead you
Krauser: OK.

Then we continue as before and for about thirty seconds I risk choding out but I recover and continue the kino but at the earlier levels and don’t escalate. She gets a couple of calls for arranging her night out so we head back to Covent Garden, I take her Facebook, we hug and separate.

LJBF’d. Off the apocalypse opener. Just let that sink in for a moment.

Going forwards the idea is this:
– I genuinely like the girl. She is beautiful and has real depth. While I’d much rather fuck her, I would still value her as a friend.
– But I shall never be an orbiter. We keep it mutually beneficial or nothing at all.
– Worst case is I keep her in my social circle, as social proof, and we enjoy each other’s company
– Best case is at some time in the future she has a fight with her boyfriend, gets bored, or somehow falls off the cock carousel and decides the guy she needs to call to get back on it is me.

FR: I shoot myself in the foot

September 15, 2009

It’s Thursday 3rd September and I’m walking home after work, to change my clothes and head out for night game with DiCipher. I’m looking damn good in my grey sharkskin suit. Walking past an underground station I see HB8 Colombian walking my direction. We briefly catch eye contact. A little longer than necessary but she doesn’t smile. We pass and I wonder “is that an approach invitation?” I’m not mentally in sarge mood but I decide to find out.

I give chase, jump in front of her, and its an easy stop. Yup, it was an AI. She’s a bit shy and weird, holding her hand over her face and sucking her little finger.

Krauser: Hey, put your hand down *gestures*
HB8: No, I can’t
Krauser: What?
HB8: I just cut my finger coming out of the station. It’s bleeding

We swap numbers. She’s going to meet a friend, as am I, so I don’t try the instadate. I get a hug. It’s at this point I notice she has an absolutely fucking cracking pair of tits. I elevate her from HB7 to HB8. Later that evening I text:

Krauser: Nice meeting you, Miss Bloodsucker 😉 I’ll call you later, Krauser

On call her from work on Friday and keep it short. She’s got to go work in a night club as a door check so we set up the Day 2 for Sunday.

Day 2
We meet at 1pm outside Embankment station. It’s a glorious day. I hug her and lead her into the park so we can get coffee and sit out on the grass. I play a push-pull game between fairly disinterested (like, when she’s waiting for her coffee to be made I wander off to look at the pictures on the wall) and strong kino (like, pulling her in tight when I say something then shoving her away). She’s enjoying it all. We vibe on the grass and I DHV a bit but try not to make it too canned.

I always aim for time distortion now, so I lead her across the footbridge and we get a sandwich in Eat on the south bank. I tease her a bit and we play Marry/Murder/Shag. That goes awesome and the second time she tells me the shag guy I make out like I’m gonna walk over and tell him. Then when she points out a girl outside I run out to her “to get a better look” and open (situational, I ask where she got the ice cream then eject). HB8 Colombian is loving the spontaneity.

I take her to the beer garden in a pub (same one as the previous week’s Russian) and this time we have isolation. She loves the cube and rates it 10/10 then spends five minutes recounting things in her life that match my reading. I’m getting lots of texts and calls as social proof and while talking to my brother I start poking her legs and generally fucking around.

I integrate a trick from DiCipher – when I told him about the difficulty of kino-ing the HB8 Sports Star from opposite sides of the table he suggested footsie. I do that and its a hit.

Everything is going swimmingly and I’m really liking this girl too. I try a kiss close but get rebuffed with “I’m too shy” which I read as “slow down”. Escalating with light sex talk I ask how many boys she’s kissed (she’s 22). Three, apparently. I neg her and disbelieve saying its over a hundred for me, then it turns out she’d misunderstood the question thinking I’d asked how many she’d slept with. Sweet.

Now I fuck up.

As we are in a tight hug with her awesome rack pushed up against my chest we decide to Day 3 the following Thursday. I call on the Tuesday to confirm. I send a text on Thursday morning and get nothing back. I call on the Thursday evening to see where she is (we hadn’t arranged a time or place) and she doesn’t pick up or return the call. Very odd, considering how well the Day 2 went and all the crazy IOIs.

Now for a disgression.

After Sunday’s day 2 I meet Paddy and Sai in Trafalgar Square and decide to go for the Apocalypse opener. The very first one, HB6 Petite Estonian, stays around for ten minutes chatting, giving mild IOIs, and I number close. A few hours later I text

Krauser: It was nice meeting you today. A bit weird. Krauser

Nothing comes back. On Wednesday I call, get voicemail and leave this message:

Krauser: HB6, it’s Krauser. Call me.

Nothing. After HB8 Colombian doesn’t respond on the Thursday I send another text to HB6.
You can see where this is leading…… A few days later I’m checking out my phone numbers and received calls, kinda wondering how the Colombian blew me off so unexpectedly, and how the Estonian doesn’t reply at all.

Then I see it.

When I was number closing HB6 Estonian I saved HB8 Colombian’s number under her name. Thus every single message and call to HB6 in fact went to HB8, as well as all the calls intended for HB8 also going to HB8.

HB8 Colombian was thus hearing me tell her how much I enjoyed meeting her, then hearing my tell some other girl exactly the same thing a few hours later.


FR: Outrageous escalation in a bar

September 15, 2009

Friday 4th September 2009. I’m at Cargo again, this time with Paddy, Dutch and an old friend Smooth. I open strong with a Spanish 2-set sitting in the beer garden, get IOIs, then roll off five minutes in planning to reopen later. It’s only 9pm. Bad move, as they’ve disappeared later. I open more sets and generally happy with things. I get myself into the dance area to raise my state, doing stupid self-amused shit like the box dance. It’s gradually working and by the time I’m finished I’m feeling pretty good and in the mood for douchebag game.

The idea came from watching Ace in a model party I was at the week before. He’s absolutely mastered the wildman/arsehole/charmer persona to the point he can do things reminiscent of when Neo bends the matrix to his will. I was sitting on a sofa with the two HB8 Asians I’d brought along. [see early day game post for the initial sarge]

Ace: Hey Krauser! Great to see you again *sits down opposite, ignores girls*
Krauser: Glad you could make it. How’s things? [bear in mind I’d only met him twice before, briefly, and only because he’s friends with a couple of instructors I know]
Ace: So, who’s these two bitches? *indicates dismissively at HB8 Asians*
HB Asians: Uh???? *look of outraged shock*

Within thirty seconds they’ve softened and chatting to him. Another two minutes and my target’s friend is climbing all over him. He tolerates her for a while, then ignores her to talk to me, then walks off.

I’m astounded. He’s just massively DHV’d me in front of the target both explicitly through treating me like an old friend and an equal, and also implicitly by him being so fucking cool that I must be cool to be getting DHV’d off a guy like that. Classic wing work. Better still, a reference experience has just clicked into place in my mind – I have just witnessed a cameo of douchebag game perfection. I wanna learn that.

Seeing as I’m naturally a total cunt, I figure I can do it.

Fast forward to Cargo and me and Dutch walk over to a standing 3-set. Time to try douchebag game.

Krauser: Hey girls *aggressively*. Spiderman or Hulk?
3-set: Uh? *I have their attention*
Krauser: Spiderman or Hulk. Quickly, first thing that comes to your mind. *points at HB5 obstacle*
HB5a: Uh, Spiderman
*I’m bodyrocking, showing impatience*
HB5b: Hulk
HB6: Spiderman
Krauser: You girls are hopeless *make like walking off, turn back* Ok. This is why. I’ve got an important meeting at work on Monday and have got to present to the execs, so I figure if I have a superhero on my boxer shorts I’ll be taking their power into the meeting.
3-set: *laughs – start blabbing on about Hulk and Spiderman. I’ve hooked good*

Unfortunately I’m dominating the set so hard that my wing is kinda silent. There’s no gap in my leading for anyone to even dream of doing anything other than bending to my will. I start to neg the target by ignoring her and engaging the obstacles:

Krauser: So what brings you girls out *to obstacles, half turned away from target*
HB6: Actually….
Krauser: Hey, wait your turn. *back to obstacles*
HB5a: Blah blah
HB6: Yeah, cos…
Krauser: Hey! *finger wag*. Ok, who brought their little sister to the bar *to obstacles, who laugh*
HB6: But…
Krauser: Look *addressing her directly for the first time*. If you want to join the adult conversation you have to think of something interesting to say* thirty seconds of chat with obstacles pass*
HB6: I’ve thought of something.
Krauser: *resigned look of tolerance* Let’s hear it
HB6: Two days ago I was…
Krauser: Boring. *grab her and pull her in* Let’s talk about something interesting. What’s your favourite colour? [follow routine explained in my brush with celebrity post]

This is going swimmingly for about six or seven minutes and I pat her on the head, kiss her forehead and start bringing her in. I sense it’s time to roll off before I lose momentum. I turn to Dutch and say “This is boring. Let’s go”

I immediately do something similar on another 3-set but don’t hook quite so strong. They don’t dismiss us but I feel that although this is turning out way better than I hoped (I was expecting horrible crash’n’burns up the learning curve) I’m still just taking fumbling steps. We walk back to rejoin Paddy and Smooth in the beer garden.

Krauser: Paddy. Douchebag game, come on!
Paddy: Let’s do it!

We walk around the corner and then I see them – the two Somali sisters from last month. The HB7 I k-closed. The one who cut me off on the phone when I called back, then 2 weeks later sent me a text saying “wana fuck?” but then nothing more. And her HB6 sister who is a really sweet girl I befriended first time.

I recognise them. I stare – mock threatening and lots of sexual energy. They see me and hold eye contact. HB7 is smiling nervously and electricty crackles between us. I’m in probably the highest state I’ve had since beginning my PUA adventure. I just stare at her for twenty seconds. Yes girl, I’m looking at you. You stuck up slut, I’m not letting you get away with that flaky shit. I storm over.

I can’t remember this word for word but it’s something like this:

Krauser: Hey *dismissively*. What are you doing in my bar? *sits down, pulls up stool for Paddy*[We are sitting round the corner of a big table. It’s me-Paddy-HB7-HB6]
HB7: Hi. Blah blah *smiling*
Krauser: *totally ignoring HB7, addresses sister* It’s great to see you again. Woah, I like the new glasses. That check pattern on the frames is cool
HB6: Thanks *demure smile* I just got them. Blah blah
Krauser: HB6, I really like you. I forgot how cool you were etc etc

HB7 keeps trying to get in to the conversation but I ignore her. Finally after about three minutes she says something and I cut her off by leaning her back and kissing her. She’s instantly up for it. Now it’s all about going for the f-close.

Paddy sees what’s happening and moves his stool to the other side to give us isolation and to take on the obstacle. From this point on I kinda let him down by more or less ignoring him and failing to DHV him etc. From talking about it later I don’t think he minds cos he’s entertained by my outrageous douchebag game.

I tell HB7 to sit on my lap and she is ultra-compliant, absolutely loving being bossed around. I engage her sister every now and then but mainly I’m doing sexual escalation talk. Stuff like:

Krauser: I think I will fuck you after all
HB7: Oh yeah?
Krauser: Yeah. ‘course I’ll punish you. First thing I’ll do when I get you back home is give you a slap. You’ll need a slapping you filthy whore. To show who’s boss.
HB7: Yeah *wriggling and smiling*
Krauser: Then I’ll just bend you over the kitchen table. Slap you again. Then do you from behind.
HB7: Ummmmmm *biting her lip*
Krauser: There’ll be some hair pulling. And maybe biting. But you’ll fucking love it.
HB7: Damn right I will

This stuff goes on for a while. I later find out from Paddy that both he and the sister could hear the whole thing and he’s trying to talk over it to her about anything at all to drown me out. Choice lines like:

Krauser: You’re kinda pretty
HB7: Thanks
Krauser: But your face would look much prettier with my cock in your mouth
HB7: I agree

My douchebag meter is about to blow. What can I possibly do to top this?

I start to finger fuck her in the middle of the beer garden, in front of her sister. It’s a bit subtle because her arse is overhanging my lap on the far side so it looks like I’m just feeling her arse. She’s squirming and loving it, panting in my ear and stuff. So I drag her into a hallway, throw her against the wall and start making out. She’s bumping and grinding and fully into the sex talk. I start getting messages from the HB7 Italian Biotech girl I instant dated a couple of weeks earlier.

HB7: Who’s that?
Krauser: A girl
HB7: What girl?
Krauser: She’s my primary [bullshit, I haven’t even k-closed her]
HB7: I could be your primary *rubs my cock with her thigh*
Krauser: No, you’re too young. You wouldn’t know what to do.
HB7: Oh, I would. [long description of a lewd act]
Krauser: Nah. I’m already getting that.
HB7: Well then, we could be fuck buddies
Krauser: Woah, hold it there tiger! You haven’t even passed the audition

I’ll not go into too much detail but this kind of thing goes on for an hour. I realise the f-close will have to wait cos she’s going home with her sister and has to pick up her nephews early in the morning. So now I’m just thinking of getting what I can here and then lock in the f-close for later. So I future project the day 2

Krauser: I’ll tell you how it’ll happen when you get back to my place
HB7: Tell me
Krauser: First I’ll slap you. Obviously. Then I’ll drag you into the bedroom and throw you on the bed
HB7: Uh-huh
Krauser: Then I’ll order you to take your clothes off
HB7: Yeah *more grinding*
Krauser: Then I’ll go and make a cup of tea
HB7: *speechless*
Krauser: And when I come back I expect you to be frigging yourself etc etc

I take her into the inside bar and we sit on the sofa. This has to be the highlight. We are sitting as me-HB7-sister and she’s laid her cardigan over our knees as a crude disguise. She’s got her hand down my trousers and I’m finger fucking her while discussing the weather with her sister. I think her sister is oblivious to the under-cardigan action cos she’s not stealing glances and is genuinely and easily talking. HB7 has her face buried into my shoulder to hide the tell-tale expressions.

HB6: I think she’s really drunk
Krauser: Yeah, probably. You should probably get her some water

Sister goes off. I tell HB7 I’m gonna make her orgasm right here right now. She wants to go for it. I up the pace and at the precise moment she comes she lifts her head up and squeals – and locks eye contact with her sister coming back from the bar!

Douchebag glory! Let this sink in: I have just finger fucked a girl to orgasm in the middle of a crowded bar with her sister watching. Fair to say that wasn’t in my reality four months ago.

Krauser: Right. Now you suck my cock
HB7: Ok*drag her to the entrance*
Krauser: You can suck me off in an alley
HB7: Ok

Unfortunately there’s still a massive queue outside. I ask the bouncer if we can pop out then back in but he says no, we’ll have to join the queue. Cock-blocked! We neck on the rest of the night and swap some texts on the way home:

Krauser: I’m definitely gonna do you. Hard
HB7: I guess u like me now then
HB7: *an hour later, about 4am* Nite nite Krausey 😉

She’s off to the midlands to visit family for the next two weeks. The next evening I get:

HB7: I think some1 bit ma neck last nite :-l :-l :-l
Krauser: Probably a wolf
HB7: But I dont recall seein any. Do ya?
Krauser: I hear there’s one in [my area]
HB7: Oh yh?
Krauser: Yup. And you’ll be Red Riding Hood
HB7: Then i hate them cuz am in pain :-l
Krauser: You going to [midlands] tomorrow?
HB7: Not 2mo but on mon. U were payin attension then
Krauser: Aye. I might have a bit of free time tomorrow afternoon
HB7: Da offer is 2 temptin but things r a bit wild around here
Krauser: Sure, but I’ll need a bit of notice to keep a slot free
Hb7: Will do

The next weekend I figure I should keep myself in her thoughts so I text:

Krauser: You know what you should be doing right now.
HB7: Wat?
Krauser: I said…. You know what you should be doing right now
HB7: I think I might have an idea 😉 But would prefer u tellin me
Krauser: It’s sexual. I’m too shy to say it
HB7: Not with me Krausey
Krauser: You should be bouncing up and down on my cock
HB7: Hell yh 😉 only if i was in Lon
Krauser: Still not decided where to unload the first spunk. Any requests?
HB7: I dont know :-0 maybe…. am 2 shy
Krauser: Ok. I choose. Back home now. Bedtime
HB7: Nite
HB7: Am a good girl. Rite?

So if I don’t manage to f-close this I might as well kill myself.

FR: A hair’s breadth away from my first f-close

September 11, 2009

August 29th, 2009. I’m on South Bank again with a couple of wings and I’ve lost my voice. Really, it’s a barely audible whisper. We’d tried Borough Market first but not many sets and things weren’t improving much along the river. I’m well over an hour in and haven’t approached. I don’t even think I’m choding much, the sets just aren’t there.

I can’t take much more and finally HB7 Kazhak walks by. I get five minutes or so out of her before she mentions she’s just come away from her boyfriend who is in the busker band under the bridge. Next is a petite HB7 Italian and HB7 Chinese who both give me the no-speaky-English rountine. Now I’m thinking I need to take on a real challenge and boost my state.

The God of Pick Up delivers. I spot a tall HB8 Russian striding purposefully along the promenade. You’ll no this type of intimidator – leggy, tight clothes, sunglasses, iPod, powerful “don’t you fucking dare talk to me” body language. I open.

It’s tough at first. I have to step across her to get the stop and she looks at me with a withering “Well, out with it!” look. For about a minute and then she softens. There’s nowhere to lock in and I’m staring into the sun behind her head so I just move her into the shade. She’s from St Petersburg and is down for the day from Norwich and will return to USSR in a few days. Ok, f-close or nothing. I do my DHV boxing story and she talks about how her brother is really into fight sports. My voice is struggling but she doesn’t seem to care.

Within ten minutes I bounce her to walk towards Embankment. She soon asks where we’re going (interesting – she agreed to bounce before knowing where or why) and I say I want to find an ice cream van. I get her to qualify about her home town and she describes the White Palace and stuff. I can’t really remember much of it, though I remember dropping in some DHV stories.

She seems a bit frosty to work alot of kino but I do a bit of push-pull and leading. I walk us up to the National Gallery. At first I think she’ll like it, but the whole time we are inside she’s showing no interest in the paintings. So, she’s only doing it to be with me. Cool.

Outside she sparks up and we do the question game. She’s still keeping up a vaguely bitchy persona but isn’t directly shit testing me at all. I decide to stay quiet for stretches, partly just because it’s so tough to talk cos of my voice, and she doesn’t wander off.

Krauser: Do you like Sherlock Holmes?
HB8: Yeah
Krauser: Great. I’m going to show you something.

We walk to the Sherlock Holmes pub. I figure this is a smooth way to get a girl to a pub so I’ll reuse it when I’m in that end of town. It’s busy and we can’t get a table sitting together so I take her up to the beer garden for isolation. I load up the kino. I turn her to face me so we are sitting with her knees together inside my knees and I’m holding both hands. From here I do the Cube routine. It sticks well. I do another NLP and I see her cheeks pinken and the eyes dilate. She’s smiling alot more now and generally looks like the buying temperature is bubbling. Just as I’m about the try a k-close some tourists bumble in and sit behind me, in her vision. I get thrown off and bottle it. A second chance arises but another set of tourists get in the way.

I decide to try to get her to my place but am struggling for an Anti Slut Defense-preventing pretext. I tell her there’s a nice park (true). We get the train a few stops. I’m giving her rape eyes on the train and really upping the push-pull. She notices and pinkens. I get handholding on the way out the station but she breaks it off after a minute or so when she gets a text message. She says she’s only got half an hour before the train to Norwich.

Hmmmm. Is this an invite to ramp it up? A shit test? Or just solid truth?

I say there’s probably not enough time for the park but I want to drop some stuff off in my house. She follows. She has to know where this is leading. She’s coming with me. We turn onto my street. I’m starting to wonder if I made the bed this morning and where the condoms are.

Then her phone rings. Some commie-speak. She has to stay outside the flat cos I don’t get reception inside. I potter around inside with the door open, trying to look busy till she finishes.

It’s her commie pinko boyfriend. She’s looking a bit edgy now.

I lead her to my front door and go for the kiss close. She recoils. Major ASD. While she doesn’t quite run off, she only hangs around long enough to explain herself a bit. She declines my offer to walk her back to the station. It’s not worth number closing cos she’ll be back in the gulags within the week.


FR: A brush with celebrity

September 11, 2009

Between the Russian HB8 open and this one I do 11 approaches, number closing HB7 Aussie and instant dating / number closing HB7 Biotech Italian after she gives me an approach invitation through eye contact. But best of the weekend is my instant dating of a girl voted one of the top ten beauties of sport (per my google search when I got home). I’m afraid I have to hold back on the photo simply because she’s way too easy to identify.

August 23rd, 2009. I have a lunchtime Day 2 with a Russian HB8 (see earlier post). After I release her I join two wings to day game Covent Garden. My mobile is almost out of battery. On my very first approach I hook strong with an HB7 Italian tourist and spend ten minutes in set, number-closing but failing to instadate. I have to close on pen and paper cos my phone is dead now. My wings have wandered off to await my call, which never comes. I follow their proposed route but can’t catch up. So I decide to go solo. My state is excellent – a good day 2 followed by a number close on the first approach.

The Sarge
I spot a young-looking brunette in sporty gear wandering through the market. I give chase and open direct. She hooks easily and I lock in against the wall. After about five minutes I bounce her to the ice-cream van for a lolly then start walking her around. Easy compliance but I forget to start kino until about fifteen minutes in. Turns out she’s a member of a women’s under-20 World Cup team [not saying which one] – which I learn about an hour in and IOI her for (i.e. Mystery A3). I’ll call her HB8.

I pull her into a retro clothes shop and we roleplay dressing up for a party. As I walk her up through Soho she tells me she’s in the UK for a month before returning home for university. I do lots of leading, such as grabbing her shoulders, pointing her in a new direction then giving her a shove in the back. I drag her around and so on. She’s fully compliant but passive.

We have a drink on Carnaby Street. I’m mostly vibing but throw in a few routines like Murder/Marry/Shag and some DHV stories. I give strong eye contact but she’s across the table from me and I feel like this messes with my kino. I seed the idea of lunch next week. About an hour there then I let her go. Don’t try hard for a kiss close but get a hug / cheek kiss at her bus stop. Total time in set: 2 hours.

I call two days later at lunchtime. It rings off then goes dead. Try again in the evening. About a minute later I get this text:

HB8:Hello you tryed to call me i don’t know this cell number. I just can’t respond because of my [foreign] cell, just text. Sorry
Krauser: Hey it’s Krauser. Put the number in your contacts!
HB8: Ok. No problem. I hope you are fine. See you later.

The next morning I send:
Krauser: HB8. I promised you lunch at St Pauls Cathedral. Tomorrow 12:30 is best for me. Krauser.
HB8: Ok. I will be on the st paul cathedral’s steps at 12h30. Have a good day.
Krauser: Cool.

Day 2
She’s early. I walk up there with two (fairly cool) workmates until she sees me. I gesture “come here” and she comes, by which point my workmates have walked on. I start with a hug, we get a sandwich from Pret (she buys her own), eat in the cathedral garden where I start up light kino. We walk down to and along the South Bank and I do more of my leading and pulling her in.

We meet again after work the same day and I take her to a pub in Blackfriars and start more kino, DHV stories, cube routine, and mostly vibing. Walk along South Bank to Embankment and to another pub where I introduce sex talk, e.g. we play the question game:

Krauser: Where’s the strangest place you’ve had sex?
HB8: In a park in [hometown]. How about you?
Krauser: Hmmmm, not easy to rank them. *thinks*. Probably in a lecture theatre at university. It was empty at the time. How many men have you kissed, with tongues?
HB8: Eight. And you?
Krauser: No men. For girls, I’d estimate about a hundred. [bear in mind I’m 30+ and she’s 20]

I try the odd bit of C&F, like when she’s telling me a fairly dull story….

HB8: Blah Blah….
Krauser: That’s boring. Let’s talk about something interesting. What’s your favourite colour?
HB8: Red
Krauser: No it’s not. It’s blue. What’ve your favourite number?
HB8: I don’t have one
Krauser: Yes you do. It’s 26. etc……
*get her to answer questions again, giving “my” answers as hers*

I try a kiss close at the bus stop but get rejected. Just a hug. That’s the Thursday after our Sunday instadate.

Day 3
Meet her again on Sunday for the Notting Hill Carnival. We are there seven hours and wind up in a bar. Three pints in, I chat to a middle-aged black couple sitting next to us. It’s decent polite chat (not even vaguely AMOGing) until we do introductions, then this happens:

Dude: Is this your woman? *asked earnestly*
Krauser: *not ready for such a question* Too early to say. I’ve only known her a week.
Dude: Oh. So not your girlfriend
Krauser: *really off my flow* Um, not really something to talk about
HB8: [to me] We are friends. Right.

I end up giving her a piggy back to the station cos that was the forfeit in a game we were playing all day (a spot-the-Starbucks with an under/over of 7 for the day – I lost, deliberately).

Day 4
She comes down to my work again and we have lunch, spending a while in a cafe. I decide to back-off and try aloofness and one-word game. I throw in a few light negs and do more C&F. She’s laughing, turned towards me, filling in all the conversation pauses, but no kino. A few days later she returns to her country. I get this text:

HB8: Hi Krauser. Just to say you that i go back to [country] on this afternoon. Earlier than I thought at the beginning. I’m happy to have met you, i had a great time with you. I hope we will see each other soon either in [country] if you come or in london if i come back. See you soon
Krauser: Yeah, I had fun with you. Good luck with your course. It’s probably easiest to stay in touch on Facebook. Watch for the friends invite.
HB8: No problem. We keep in touch on facebook. Have a nice week. Bye

I wait a few days, send the invite and she adds me within a couple of hours.

OK then. I think this one’s probably LJBF. That’s not such a big deal cos my number-generation machine is still humming nicely. But where did I go wrong? I suspect it is:

– Should’ve kino’d immediately after hooking
– Should’ve sat next to her in the pub on the instadate
– Should’ve showed much more sexual intent on the instadate and after
– Should’ve isolated to a dark corner of a pub and tried a kiss close

It seems I get too much into rapport building (which I’m good at) without showing intent. So I intend to use this one mostly for social proof / social circle. I figure if I’m in her vicinity it’ll be cool to get taken around her Uni with a gaggle of 21 yr old hotties (“Girls, this is my friend Krauser. He’s a great guy”). Or next time she’s here I’ll take her out clubbing and show pre-selection.

That all sounds very “game”. Fact is, I really like this girl. Even if I don’t get to bang her I’m gonna value the friendship (while avoiding orbiter status, naturally). She’s just a pleasure to be around.

The Blueprint Decoded

September 11, 2009

There’s a history to the pick-up community, as Tyler so eloquently outlines in the first of this 19 DVD set. Yes, nineteen DVDs – at over an hour a piece. This is not a throwaway piece of work.

In the beginning
Around the late 80s Ross Jeffries wrote his Speed Seduction book. The attitude was “We are guys! We’re pissed off! We’re gonna get revenge on these bitches. We’re gonna fuck ’em. Yeah!”. The routines were entirely outer game and based on manipulation. Essentially it comes down to sneaky NLP / state-changing ploys to create an excitable response in a woman and then anchor it to you. It works, but it’s just the first bumbling steps towards mPUA status.

Social Dynamics
Then Mystery comes along. He wants to build a firm evolutionary psych foundation for game and craft a system that takes you through every stage of the human courtship ritual from approach to sex. Game is now linear programming and alpha mimickry. The high value girls want guys with high survival and replication value so you have to demonstrate value, through peacocking, stories, routines.

You are always hanging on the edge of being blown out of set. The approach buys you ten seconds, that ten buys the next minute, which buys the next ten. You are constantly escalating, constantly button pushing. At any moment you might fuck up and the girl realises you’re a chode. Game is performance art, singing for your supper.

Learned Natural
In the last few years inner game and natural mimickry has been the buzz. Game is about deep identity level change so you become a sexworthy guy. The girls wants you because you really are high value and you exude these traits without consciously gaming. You don’t need routines. You’re opener can be simply “Hi, I’m Krauser”

This is where the Blueprint excels. For twenty hours Tyler pulls you ever deeper down the rabbit hole to reconstruct your whole identity. And it works. I’m blown away by the dozens of concepts. To pick just one:

Most people (the ‘sheeple’) look to the outside world for their values. They are constantly pinging everyone else – Do I look cool? Am I popular? Will this girl like me? – so their self-esteem rises when rewarded (buying a new pair of shoes, getting a smile from a girl etc) and plummets when punished. Life is a constant jog up a down-escalator to feel good. This is a natural function of our hardwired compulsion to avoid exclusion from the tribe and to learn socially.

But by accepting society’s values you are killing your own. You are a ship buffeted on the storms of social whim. This is the essence of the chode – a regular guy with no sense of his own values or his own internal confidence. This does not attract women. It’s a game you can never win. So long as you accept society’s values the 19-yr old hottie in a minskirt will always be higher value. You’ll always have to neg her and DHV to equalise your relative value long enough to put your cock in her mouth. It doesn’t matter how much you earn, what car you drive, or how many sick kids you cure – she’s getting in that nightclub ahead of you.

But what if you have your own values? What if you decide what matters to you is being:

  • a value giver, not a value taker
  • an inspiration to the people around you
  • a responsible adult
  • funny
  • reliable
  • or whatever else matters to you, independent of what society says is good

Then you meet that 19-yr old hottie in the club. Sure, she’s beautiful. But what else does she have going for her? What has she achieved? Suddenly it’s not a Mystery neg anymore – you really sincerely believe beauty is common and she’d better have something else to impress you or you’re moving on.

Think how that changes your game.

  • Do you still feel approach anxiety when you feel like a 10 and you wonder if this girl is more than a pretty face?
  • Do you need to fight a desire to supplicate when she’s no longer on a pedestal?
  • When she shit tests you will you be trawling your brain for a canned response or just naturally replying like the higher value guy?
  • Do you worry about frame control?

Nineteen DVDs of brilliance, Tyler. I do wonder if its too early in my development to absorb this. It almost seems like cheating – like I need to pay my dues in Mystery Method before I’m ready for the Blueprint. I see the picture of my future artistry. I know what it will look like.

Krauser’s boxing NLP routine

September 11, 2009

Any time I’ve talked about boxing (pre-game) girls tend to dwell on the violence. I never understood why they seemed against it, but I think it was just social conditioning. My routine on Thursday went approx like this:

DHV story about Japan which ends with me being a last minute substitute in a kickboxing bout when my training partner gets sick. She asks me why I like kickboxing. I mention I’m actually more into boxing and have a fight coming up in October (true). I’ll loosely paraphrase what I said………

NLP routine
You know how men love competition. They love developing a skill and then going out there and using it. To me boxing is like the purest form of competition. When you box you are using everything nature gave you: your fitness, strength, reactions, speed, heart. Eveything. There’s nothing between you and the opponent *gesture between me and her*. There’s no tennis racket, no ball, no net. It’s just a pure competition between you and the other guy. No teammates to help you or to blame. It’s you, making your own decisions. You don’t care what other people think.

When I step into the ring, it’s like leaving the world behind. The adrenalin hits and it’s like suddenly your vision tunnels

*gesture peripheral vision disappearing, staring hard into her eyes*.

You can’t see anything around you. You just see what’s directly in front of you, in clear vivid colour. You are absolutely focused on the person directly in front of you. Your heart starts to beat fast *gesture* and your breath quickens *imitate it*. You feel really excited. It’s just you and him in a bubble now *gesture me and her*. You can’t even hear the sounds around you.You’re really excited and not sure what’s going to happen. You are totally in the moment and enjoying the sensation. You just want to get it on, and let loose. It’s an intensely physical experience. *a bit of touching to emphasise*

Then, when the fight is finished *pull back, break rapport* you feel amazing *gesture with relief, exhale out*. Win or lose, you’ve just manned up and achieved something. There’s no anger in the ring, just honest competition. But best of all, is the shower afterwards.

You know endorphins? Think back to the last time you really exercised to exhaustion. You’re lying on your back afterwards, breathing hard, sweating, and totally satisfied. You feel great. Then your body rewards you with a rush of endorphins and you just glow. That shower after a fight is better than sex. I mean, I love sex, but fighting is even better. I’ll be in the shower, letting the hot water stream down *run fingers down her arm* and wash away all the bumps and scrapes and feeling totally awesome………

If that doesn’t get her squirming in her love juices nothing will.