Monthly Archives: July 2011

Looking behind Cocky Funny – part two

July 17, 2011
krauserpua

Why does CF pump state?

In the worst case the girl walks off as in the camping ground example, but you still feel happy or even happier. Why is that so genius? It is genius because you have generated a protection mechanism against bad blow outs. Usually people lose state after really bad blow outs. They get internally affected and their state breaks as an emotional reaction to the blow out. They retread into their heads and the nasty voice in your head starts telling you stuff like: oh man you really suck. She didn’t like you. You are not funny and you have no skill. It is your ego talking and taking over. With a CF pattern that is less likely to happen if you really enjoy and amuse yourself with it for the simple fact that you amused yourself. You think instead: well, she didn’t like that, but I thought it was fucking funny and I will keep doing it just because I think it is funny. There is not the slightest hint of negativity in you finding things funny. It all comes from the mindset: I find it funny and if you don’t get it you are up your own arse. You need to chill, relax and have fun. Obviously CF is funny and very often you get very good reaction from it because people realise that if they can’t laugh at this stuff they are up their own arse. In the case they get the joke then that’s great because you can share the fun. But to be honest it doesn’t’ fucking matter because you are not depending on that anymore. Your state is just headed towards one direction: go go go!!

Why is CF flexible?

CF is flexible because it can be used to spike attraction throughout the pickup. In fact, to build sexual tension you lower your voice, pause longer between words, have moments of comfortable silence and you don’t joke. Similarly, in comfort you don’t want to break rapport by cracking jokes all the time. However, the conversation should always have the necessary bit of energy to keep it interesting or intense (silences can be intense and they can be boring and if they are boring then it is better to spike up the energy then to let the silence sit there for too long. You need to be able to realise which silences build sexual tension and which silences kill the momentum of the conversation). CF can be used to throw in some very short and effective spikes that will keep the girl alert and attracted. The more seductive the vibe gets the more you can spike with CF patterns that use sexual elements. For example: if you are talking about relationships and ex-lovers and it gets a bit too serious then spike it with a CF statement along the lines: “yeah, but anyway, it was a long story” (while using mannerism that indicates a long dick). In other words CF can be adapted to the stage of the interaction. Similarly, you can play with the weight that you put on the funny or cocky element of the pattern. The more cheeky you smile, the more your eyes light up after delivering the CF pattern, the more she will look for a funny twist in the story and the more she will laugh. If you smile less and stare her down after the statement the more she will think you are serious. Once you get very good at calibrating your CF patterns and delivery you can start to really fuck with her mind. You can deliver a CF pattern dead serious and wait for her to get turned off and then bust her balls for thinking that you were serious. You can imagine that the girl will have a hard time figuring you out and get self-conscious. The usual reaction would be: I never know whether you are serious or not. Stop teasing me. Translation: keep doing it and I will have no other chance then to get with you because attraction is not a choice.

In that sense, I am glad you got to read my post 😉

Rocky

part one is here . Examples coming soon

I bang my first large-breasted 19yr old Russian exchange student

July 16, 2011
krauserpua

I’ve keenly aware that I haven’t been putting up any lay reports for a while. I’ve been having more sex than at any other time in my life but things briefly became very strange. For example I had three girls in 24 hours, got a handful of new anal flags, had about six near misses with absolute stunners, closed a girl then passed her on to a fellow bastard, and also got a girlfriend I have decided to date exclusively (well, sexually exclusive, I’m still allowed to get numbers and dates). Yes, she reads the blog.

So you guys will have to make do with the archives for the time being. Here’s one from May….

trapped in the love bubble

I’m out with Jimmy doing some street game late afternoon in Oxford Street. He’s hitting a few sets but I’m doing nothing because I’m just not feeling it. Then as we are walking to the bus stop home a super-cute Krauser girl walks out of River Island and gives me a long stare. “Jimmy, that was an approach invitation wasn’t it” I ask and then chase her down. It’s raining. She smashes wide open from the beginning and is giving back. This is what a good lead looks like and it’s all effortless. I mini-bounce her under the M&S canopy to get out the rain and then after ten minutes walk her to the nearest pub. Her hindbrain is “on” but the forebrain is cockblocking. Things I hear during the first drink:

    • “I don’t kiss on first date. I’m not that kind of girl”
    • “I have my principles and they won’t be bent”
    • “We’ll never have sex. It’s not like that”
    • “I only have sex with my boyfriend”

We are tucked away in the back of a pub and I’m running all the usual stuff to get into deep rapport quickly. She’s totally my type – petite, hair and eyes like milk chocolate, massive and firm natural breasts, curvy, sweet and demure. She’s here for just two weeks doing a language exchange and she leaves in three days. I’d have happily dated her but logistics mean I have to push hard and fast. She rebuffs a kiss close after twenty minutes.

I will not be denied. I ease off, run more rapport, then verbally escalate until her eyes are spazzing out. Then we make out. I have to rush home for a session of Call of Duty with Burto and she has some kind of formal dinner to attend. So I drag her into the disabled toilets across from our table and get her tits out. Good lord, what an amazing pair! She’s well into it but still doing the “no sex”. Fair enough. We arrange to meet the next evening and I run more comfort to soften her buyers remorse.

Next evening we meet 9pm in Camden at which point the video starts. I run light attraction refreshes but concentrate on the deep rapport like explained on pages 121-132 of my book. There’s nothing physical because it’s unnecessary – she’s already crossed the sexual rubicon and I don’t want to start chasing. I bounce her to the next pub and she’s getting antsy because she knows where this night is ending and her forebrain is resisting. So I keep calming her with “nothing will happen except what you are comfortable with” etc. We get a second drink and during the first makeout she spills her wine all down her dress. I verbally escalate her by the book (literally, using patterns from 133-148 in the book. And yes, this is shamelessly plugging it) until she’s grabbing my cock in the pub while telling me how we won’t have sex.

I try to bundle her into a taxi but she’s telling me she’s going out clubbing tonight and must be home soon. So I walk her to the bus stop taking the scenic route via Primrose Hill. More make outs, more engaging of the forebrain, and we are sitting under a tree halfway up the hill. We can see the silhouettes of a dozen drunk teenagers having a party at the crest. She tells me we won’t have sex for the tenth time in ten minutes and then asks if I have a condom. I’m fucking her in the grass within the minute. After I’ve finished doing the dirty we walk back to her bus stop and that’s the last I see of her.

She texts me the next day:

🙂 it was brilliant 🙂 i forget about my cold and my dream was wonderful 🙂 thanks for that 🙂 🙂 wish you all the best for today 🙂

I try to get her over my place before she returns to Russia but the forebrain is solidly in control now and she really does have lots to do. The Russian anal flag will have to wait, and Bongo doesn’t get to see a new girl.

I didn’t get into game to break hearts….

July 13, 2011
krauserpua

… but I’ve broken at least 3 so far, and probably 6 or 7. Here is an old audio recording of the last chat I had with my Russian catwalk model before I dumped her. We’d been seeing each other as irregular fuck buddies for a while after the Istanbul Incident and while I was happy with that I totally underestimated how much she was hooked on me.

Snapped from her portfolio

This is a girl who is constantly hit on by millionaires and movie stars. Her latest suitor is a former military commander and now millionaire businessman who is trying to marry her. She hasn’t even kissed him. So she flakes on a date with him to fuck me.

In her own words…..

Gentleman, while it feels great to wield this kind of power over a high-value woman’s heart I strongly advise against making a habit of it. It really hurts your self-image as a good man to put women through this kind of angst. But let it also be a case study in how game works. I have “no positive qualities” and still beat out a high-achieving millionaire effortlessly. Go me!

Looking behind Cocky Funny – part one

July 13, 2011
krauserpua

Allow me to introduce my good buddy, and top daygamer, Rocky. This is his two-part essay.

Ok, this is not a post on explaining how a pattern called cocky & funny (hereafter, CF) works. This post tries to look beyond the pure pattern. I explain how CF is perceived by others, how it benefits you and why CF works.

CF is a pattern that involves a cocky statement that is self-amusing and hence funny. An example would be to say: “With a body like mine you get hit on a lot“. A CF statement taps into a lot of different concepts: self-amusement, non-neediness versus neediness, external validation versus internal validation, value giving versus value seeking, state and flexibility.

Why does CF work? It can be summarised in one sentence: providing value by being self-amusing.

Funny, not cocky

Why do you provide value with a CF statement?

You provide value because you are being funny. There are different types of humour (self-deprecating, call-back, cheek-in-tongue etc.). In this case you are funny because you are raising your status in front of an audience and you are not trying to hide it. You are raising your status by talking about your outstanding physical appearance (for example). If you are a fat bastard it will be even more effective because there is an additional twist that surprises the listener.

Why are you self-amusing?

This can be traced back to the concept of status. It is common for a comedian to generate laughter by changing the status relationship between people. It is highly amusing if a high status person loses value. For example, picture the pope slipping on a banana. That’s funny. Then picture a bum slipping on a banana. That’s not as funny (well, if you are sick like me it is still funny, but you get the point).

Similarly, if you raise your status, which is what you do if you comment something cocky about yourself, then you are intentionally raising your status compared to the other person ( in a way that it is clear that you are joking) and that simply amuses you to their expense, because you have verbalised the status difference and made it real. That’s similar to a student asking me in class: so why is that the right solution to the problem. All I have to do is answer: because I am the PhD and the PhD is always right. He is the student and I am the teacher and simply verbalising this status different is self-amusing. In a sense it is the opposite of self-deprecation (cocky)

Ok, so we have understood that we are funny and self-amusing by being cocky at the same time. Now how does that tie in some more fundamental concepts?

Why does CF (sub) communicate non-neediness and internal validation?

You will find that a lot of people that are naturally strong with women are non-needy. Being needy means that you are looking for validation from other people; we can call that external validation. You are saying a line and you are waiting for a reaction from the other person. Often you see in set that people start to loosen up and relax when they see the first positive reaction from the girl (IOI). That’s a subconscious reaction to a validation seeking mindset and it subcommunicates neediness. Don’t worry; this is absolutely normal, especially if you are a beginner. I am not free from that reaction myself and I think that everybody has reactions to validation at times. What’s important to realise is that it is a huge turn off if you are talking to people to validate yourself. And here I am not talking about subtle cues that you are giving away: If you think of a situation when someone tried to validate themselves by talking to you know who irritating that feels. Imagine someone coming up to you and telling you a really bad joke and then asks you: that was really funny, right? Yes, you want to either hit that person in the face or just leave and that’s exactly how a girl feels when you approach with the mindset that you want validation from her. As an assumption let’s agree on the idea that you have to offer value to people in order to make them want to be around you. This statement in itself is promotes a validation seeking mindset because you want people to be around you. So you are seeking to provide value in order to have people around you; that’s needy. It is almost like you are paying them to be around you. That’s what the dancing monkey does: he loves the attention because it validates how cool and funny he is and he keeps cracking jokes seeking more and more validation. Now this is when CF is at its best because it communicates a very strong internal validation:

With CF you provide value but you are protecting the value by amusing yourself and that’s non-needy. The self-amusement subcommunicates a very non-needy mindset, because even if the girl does not react to your CF pattern, you have still amused yourself and you feel good. By that you have provided value to yourself. You are internally validated. I first started to realise this phenomenon on a subconcious level when I was 17 and on a camping trip in the states. We were a bunch of guys taking Jeeps around Moab getting drunk at night on a camping ground. We had something like a burb contest going. Who can burb the loudest? At some point a chick walked by as I was giving it my best and she said in a very serious voice with total disgust: oh my god, that is totally disgusting!! We just all started bursting out in laughter and she steamed off. We started imitating her as well: oh my god, that is totally disgusting *female voice*. It became a running joke. Obviously she didn’t get the fun of the situation and she was too much up her own arse but that was her problem. The realisation was: a hot chick shot me down while I was amusing myself. Did I care? Not one bit. As a matter of fact I used her response to amuse myself even more and to feel even better. This leads straight to the next concept: State

part two to follow

I exhume an Ewok

July 12, 2011
krauserpua

A while back I did a quickie facebook close of a Malaysian tourist in Covent Garden. Reasonable set but of the type which frequently goes nowhere. I send a message to her and then there’s radio silence for over a month. Suddenly this drops in to my mailbox.

Her: Hi nick!    I’m sorry but I just found a message from you. Where did we meet? Correct me if I’m wrong, but did u call me an ewok by any chance?
Me: Haha, yes. I think in Covent Garden. My memory is all hazy now but aren’t you from Malaysia????
Her: Haha yes I am. I had no idea u messaged me. My facebook is retarded for some reason.     I’m back in Malaysia. How are u doing?
Me: So it’s your Facebook that is the retarded one. O…..kay.     You’re missing a good spring in London. Unseasonably hot weather. I’m lounging in a hammock in my garden, sipping a Pimms that my friends have made and watching the squirrels running up the trees. I might get up and do something productive. Probably not.    I’m taking the gang to Estonia in a fortnight. That should be good. What are you up to?
Her: I’m not joking and u can’t make me feel guilty! I did wonder about what happened to the guy who called me an ewok.    I do know how much I’m missing in London, and I am missing it with a passion. Wish I was back there, and not in sunny, humid Malaysia. But it’s always nice to see the sea again. And the really cheap beer is inviting in the heat too.    Back to work. Not-so-real work, but still work. Just watching tele. Still, it’s the life.     What do u do that u get to travel so much? It really is unfair.
Me: [Ewok], my little dear. Accept the add and let’s do this on chat.
Her: Nick, you charming thing, i don’t do chat on facebook. Or phone facebook chat, usually     I do gmail chat, and sometimes skype, but for u, I’ll make an acception in about an hour if u are still on facebook.
Me: sorted
Her: you have to add me now

[a bit of light FB chat where she complains about being called an Ewok and wants a new nickname, then we go back onto messages]

Me: I’ve got one. But I have to check it fits. Are you energetic?
Her: [blah blah] yes
Me: Are you independently minded?
Her: [blah blah] yes     what else?
Me: last question – do you like to do things your own way?
Her: i do like to, but i never do.
Me: It fits. You’re Zippy! [link to naughty Zippy]
Her: haha     is that my new nick name?     ok malaysian internet is 70% slower then europe internet, so gimme some time to find out why zippy is a cu*t
Her : OUCH why do you do that!??!     ok nick…     best be off the chat. have some friends over and hey are watching a film without me… i am being rather rude…     mail me, and i will reply!     probably, if i am not destroying blocks and what-not.
Me: oh, you’re at home? with the 7-hour (?) time difference, shouldn’t you be at work or something?
Her: I’m a singer, so I only work when I have gigs. What do u do?
Me: I was an investment banker. Now I’m having a few years off to run a business and write a few books.     Singing eh? You mean a proper singer where people pay to see you and you hit the correct notes (which is cool, and in which case I’m mildly impressed) or singing in the shower, which is just weird?
Her: Haha singing as in people pay to watch me and hit the correct notes and even sometimes, when I dare, I even sound good.     Write a book eh? What do u write about, master Nick?
Me: My books have long words and no pictures. I don’t think you’ll like them.    I think it’s cool that you sing. I find a woman’s voice very relaxing and musical. Dare I say, sexy? There. I just said it.    I’ve just scanned through a few of your profile pictures. One of them (4 of 98) looks like you are sitting next to a waxwork / Madaam Tussauds dummy version of yourself. Is that real? Are you a replicant? Should I be scared?
Her: First of all, have u been stalking for a while now, like since London? Since before u even introduced yourself??     Mind u, I have read a few long worded, non pictured books in my life time. Have u never heard of Harry Potter?!?     I guess u could find me on youtube, but I’m not exactly proud of those videos. I have some singing videos up on facebook also if u want to have a look. Or have u already downloaded them and saved them to your external hard drive?     The picture is just a camera trick. I found it just 2 really bad pictures of me, but I thought the effect was cool.
Me: I’m not gonna look for you on youtube, little girl.     My most recent book was a collection of short stories about fighting / martial arts. Men’s stuff. I enjoy writing – it feels good to let the creativity out.     I must admit, you seem like a fun girl. I quite liked your girly energy when we met. Tell me about something about yourself:

  • Which of the seven dwarfs best represent you?
  • What would you do for the day if you were a man?
  • If you could physically transport yourself to any place in the world at this moment…where would you go?

Answer those well and I’ll give you a William & Kate fridge magnet next time I’m in Malaysia.
Her: Just so u know, I was there for the wedding and did not get a souvenir (is that how it’s spelt?) But I guess I’d like a gift.

  1. Sneezy, I’m always sick.
  2. Hit on a girl.
  3. New York

Her: To be honest, if I was a guy, I’d scratch my balls to see what the big deal is.
Me: Ughh, you’re gross… you’re one of those Malaysian sex perverts my mother warned me about. It’s lucky you seem to have a winning personality. But let the record show I’m shocked. Appalled. A little bit.     When you’re not singing, what do you like to do? Imagine it’s a warm Sunday afternoon and you’re relaxing. Describe it.    And…. If you were a dog would you lick them?
Her: Hahaha mother knows best, nick. And I’m just being naturally curious.
Sunday afternoon = ipod, book, beer. Mmmm utter perfection. Preferably on the beach. The book thief. Yup.     And no.     Your turn.     If u were to grab a scarf off a rack, what color would it be? Best musician of all time? Preferred super power?

Me: Hmmm. I wouldn’t wear a scarf. I’m a man, not a metrosexual. Best musician? Beethoven. In the modern era I like Glenn Danzig.
Superpower is hard. Being able to sexually satisfy every girl is the best one…….. but I’ve already got that. So, I’ll choose Wolverine’s recovery powers. I love boxing and wrestling and it would be nice to reduce my recovery time after a fight.
I have to pack my bag and go meet friends now. I’m taking the gang out tonight. But you know, Zippy, I think I like you now. You’re a sexy little girl I could probably introduce to my mother. If we put you in a summer dress with ribbons in your hair you’d make a nice wife for someone.     Leave me a message for when I get home later. Something that surprises me.

An Italian wanders into my killzone. Be careful with that “send friend request” button, girls!

July 9, 2011
krauserpua

I’m minding my own business on Facebook chat with some girls, as I’m wont to do, when a random Italian sends me a friends request. I search my memory and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met her before. She’s made a mistake.

A big mistake.

Let’s find out what sort of trouble she’s landed herself into…..

Her: are you the guy from soho???
Me: probably, I go there alot     on the street?
Her: maybe…but you are the wrong guy   [ok, that’s cleared up the mystery. Let’s see if I can reel her in]
Me: no problem     I have a common name     so who are you?  [low investment, she ought to be polite after opening me]
Her: the most common in england i think     i am [Milano]
Me: That much I already know     you look Italian   [slight defiance, make a guess – easy because of her name – and see if she’s curious about what I think of her]
Her: haha     i am
Me: like one of the crazy Sardinians   [tease, start to put her into a box]
Her: no     from milanno
Me: oh dear…..    I nearly got murdered in Milan   [bait a story, see if she wants to draw it out of me]
Her: haha     why?    mafia?
Me: I was there on business     my last job I travelled all over the world     usually Brazil, Japan etc, but we had an office in Milan     on my first night I get a taxi from the airport     as we come into the city centre, the taxi goes slow because a woman is lying in the road     this is a black mercedes. It doesn’t say “taxi”. My secretary booked it     there was a group of 10 middle-class middle-aged people near her     like they were going to the opera     very Milan-style clothes     and suddenly they attacked my taxi     shouting they were gonna kill us   [standard A2 DHV story. All true. She opened me so I can easily feign disinterest in classic Mystery manner]
Her: hahahha
Me: 😦     I thought “Milan is full of crazy people”
Her: probably     thats why i’m not there anymore  [she’s happy to talk about herself, so I can get her to work a little]
Me: why did you come here?
Her: i dont like milan     or italy     in general     haha
Me: your food is good  [positive frame]
Her: that’s true     i’m still cooking it here
Me: oh, so you like cooking?  [ bait]
Her: yes   [hook]
Me: +10 points for you 😉   [reel]
Her: hahaha
Me: women in England can’t cook     My last girlfriend was from Uzbekistan. She cooked amazing stew!   [release]
Her: uzbekistan?      omg!hahah
Me: well, she was culturally Russian     cos she lived in Moscow since she was 15 for all the shows     but cooked Uzbeki food. Yum!!!!   [preselection DHV and a chance for her to ask about me, which she doesn’t take this time]
Her: i’ve never tried that food
Me: I cook Japanese mostly   [minor DHV]
Her: japanese?     i love japanese food   [rapport seeking]
Me: I lived there. Beautiful people     have you been?   [DHV, allow commonality without jumping on it, stack]
Her: yes     once     it’s an amazing country     and culture
Me: wow +5     where did you go?   [reward, stack]
Her: tokyo, yokohama, shizouka and yamanashi     and some towns between    [she’s investing]
Me: ok, I understand the first 3 but why yamanishi?   [not completely won over]
Her: don’t remeber all the names     my friend is from there     hahaha
Me: !     So you wandered around Japan, causing trouble….     … like a ninja     or wild geisha   [put her in a box]
Her: yes     always
Me: yeah, you’re trouble
Her: i am  [she’s playing along, she knows that if we meet I’m not gonna force her to be a nice girl]
Me: I’m gonna tell my mum
Her: hahah
Me: she told me to avoid Italian girls   [flip the script – frame her as chasing me for sex]
Her: she is clever
Me: “Nick, never date an Italian” she said. “They are all perverts”     “She will kill you when you sleep”
Her: hahahah     yes, that’s what we do   [playing along, she’s attracted]
Me: So I tried dating an Italian.   [bait her to ask about it]
Her: are you british?   [she ignores bait, she wants to find out more about me – an IOI]
Me: English
Her: same…
Me: nope.     that’s like me saying you are from Greece   [defiance, and put it back onto her]
Her: no
Me: you look a bit Greek, actually   [another box she doesn’t want to be in and will qualify to climb out of]
Her: thats not the samei don’t look greek
Me: yeah you do     I found a photo of you looking greek

Burto’s Greek Flag

Her: ¬¬     idiot…     haha   [IOI]
Me: 😛     So what do you do in London?   [elicit investment on a high]
Her: i found one yours as well…   [playing along, working, investing – a great sign]

Woof woof

Me: British Bulldog 😀
Her: i love that dogs     they are so ugly   [IOI]
Me: hey!     that’s saying I’m ugly     my profile photo is so cuuuuuute    -3 points for Milanno   [tease disapproval…]
Her: ahahha     what u do in london?   [….which triggers rapport-seeking. She’s thinking “who is this guy I’m suddenly attracted to?”]
Me: I was an investment banker     now I’m a writer
Her: a writer?
Me: yup   [not jumping on the chance to talk about myself. I’m not gonna qualify]
Her: how many events have you written?     books     hahah
Me: 4
Her: did you sell any?
Me: One of my jobs in Japan was a fight journalist. I wrote alot about fight / boxing / martial arts     all of them 🙂     sold out!
Her: to your family and friends?   [she’s enjoying this and I’m happy to let her keep investing]
Me: -5 points for the cheeky Italian girl   [more teased disapproval]
Her: hahahahha
Me: If you were here, I’d spank your naughty ass     Are you a reader?   [sexualise then immediately stack, see how she reacts]
Her: yes     but i just read real books     hahahah     not boring ones     😛   [she accepts it but doesn’t expand upon it. Good sign but not a slamdunk]
Me: blah blah blah     I don’t think you read     I think you just talk alot
Her: why not     i talk a lot too
Me: this is the books you read

Grist for the mill….

It’s about you   [another box, while also letting her know the sex will be good and non-judgemental]
Her: haaha     yes    my favorite book
Me: So why London?   [need some comfort and qualification before progressing to close]
Her: i like london     its a cool city
Me: true     do you work here?
Her: yes     do you know [name of where she works]?
Me: the shoe shop?
Her: no
Me: it sounds like a club
Her: its a bar restaurant     very cool    in [west end] street
Me: ah, I know [that] st. My favourite cafe is there   [commonality]
Her: haha     well, i work there as an event cordinator
Me: oh, so you’re a very organised girl   [qualify her]
Her: yes     at least at work
Me: I just knew you were gonna say that     and your social / personal life is disorganised!
Her: exact     hahaha
Me: typical young girl….   [more boxes]
Her: haha     are u organised?
Me: extremely     too organised for you     you’d hate me   [false disqualifier]
Her: haha
Me: I’d be always telling you off for being late….. forgetting things…     … losing my stuff  [basic Mystery style]
Her: haha     do you think so?
Me: well, I’ve never actually met you…     but probably I’d need to discipline you     make you into a real elegant lady     like that Audrey Hepburn movie   [set her hoops to jump through to please me, while framing myself as above her]
Her: i am     i’m better than her   [she thinks she’s winning, but she’s qualifiying]
Me: big words
Her: haha    haha
Me: Do you work normal Monday-Friday?   [logistics, assume the sale]
Her: no
Me: when’s your days off?
Her: it depends     not always the same ones     it depends on work
Me: this coming week, I mean
Her: wedn and thursday
Me: ok, I’ll have a look at you. Give you some tips on being a proper English lady   [I’m being won over, just]
Her: i don’t want to be an english lady    [resistance is part of the game for girls]
Me: I know, it’s tough for Italians     we’ll start with some English tea   [reframe, bulldozer objections]
Her: I won’t be an english girl… never!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: I guess it’ll be mojitos then
Her: ok, better   [it’s on]
Me: text me [my number]
Her: i can’t now
Me: ok, what’s yours
Her: i’ll text you later     idon’t know my non-work phone number
Me: no probs     You’re at work now?
Her: yes
Me: obviously they aren’t working you hard enough…..
Her: hahaha     i can do two things at the same time
Me: Walking and chewing gum?
Her: yes
Me: I’m gonna have a shower  [escape the scene of the crime before the cops show up]
Her: ok…
Me: Nice meeting you Milano. Now get back to work!   [comfort and order her around]
Her: i am working     not hard at the moment     but working

Later that evening I get the “hey, it’s me!” text. Result.

Romance fiction = Female porn, and just as delusional for the masses

July 7, 2011
krauserpua

A new study is out decrying the dangers of romantic fiction for women in how it sets out unrealistic expectations and dysfunctional relationship practices for the Twilight moms who revel in it. Says the article:

Women who read romance novels can “suspend rationality” in favour of romanticism, Miss Quilliam said, including “not using protection with a new man because she wants to be swept up by the moment as a heroine would” or being persuaded to give up contraception a few months into a relationship.

“It might mean terminating a pregnancy (or continuing with one) against all her moral codes because that same man asks her to… or judging that if romance has died then so has love, and that rather than working at her relationship she should be hitching her star to a new romance.”

Back in my modelling days

Colour me unsurprised on this one. One of the many anti-male double standards in Western society is that it’s socially acceptable for women to gush about their porn (romantic fiction = emotional porn) but disgusting for men to talk about theirs. This is written into legalese. Compare the treatment of a man caught looking at porn at work during lunch hour [disciplinary action] and a secretary sitting reading the latest Jackie Collins twirling a pen between her lips.

And another article penned by Captain Obvious…. hahahahahaha. Without a man, there is no order. There is no natural check on the hissy-fit-throwing-narcisism of women and women-lite.

Hope the other Ukranian girls aren’t this miserable

July 7, 2011
krauserpua

Sometimes I’m in a mood where I can’t be bothered with arsey girls. This one started out with such a bitchy response but I decided to plough anyway because Russians often give you one minute of the cold stare before softening. It’s just part of the game for them.

This girl did soften but then decided to take offense at something innocuous. I know my vibe wasn’t there and she was just testing, but I couldn’t be bothered to pour effort into her value vaccum.

So I started arguing with her.

And funnily enough she begins to light up and IOI a little. Turns out she’s unavailable and basically a “no” girl (for me, at least). Good practice for not backing down. If my vibe had been good I might’ve turned it around.