I bang my first leggy 23 year old Belorussian nightclub dancer

August 27, 2012

Robusto and I have recently been dating tall Belorussian girls. His was a street stop in Central London a couple of months ago while mine was an old old set from a Lithuanian nightclub two years ago. Lots happened inbetween but suddenly both of us found ourselves bearing down on the finish line neck-and-neck this week. Finally it comes to the wire when we take some mushrooms for an inner game exercise on Saturday night (I might post about that, mushrooms are an inner game accelerant). Robusto gets a strange message from some old dude who tells him his girl is married (to some provider guy) while old dude is her sugar daddy. It spirals out of control and Robusto drops her like the soap in an Aussie prison shower. As he relates this unexpected turn of events, my girl messages me about how she wants to come around the next night. Game on.

Closing this girl was a nightmare. It all began in July 2010 when I show up to a Vilnius nightclub with one girl on my arm then bump into a different girl I’d made out the night before. I’m soon dancing with both of them and preselecting myself to fuck allowing me to catch IOIs off the prettiest girl in the club. I open with a John Travolta point and hip shake. I take a flaky facebook at the end of the night and forget about it. Just one of many sets that go nowhere at a time in my development when I couldn’t close an open window.

I really did open with this

Fast forward a year (and only a handful of Facebook chats) and this Belorussian visits London for a fortnight to study English. I’m the only person she knows but while I ought to be able to work her at my leisure it’s complicated by my dating a different girl who I was far more interested in…… long story short is Belorussian stays over at my house three times and gives hardcore LMR three times until I have to throw her out, my last words being “I’ll never see you again”. She leaves London. We’ll call that Push Away #1.

Fast forward another year and to the following summer. She comes back to London this April, to stay a year. I meet her at the airport and generally plan to look after her a bit but when she bristles when I touch her I get that sinking feeling like I’ve been wasting my time again. Hmmmmm, I’m sick of this hot-cold thing and it blows up a week later when Jimmy and I are out clubbing. We’re drunk as skunks, hooting and hollering when Belorussian shows up past midnight to see me. She starts her sexy dancing in front of me, turning away and shaking her ass. The whole club is looking because she’s far and away the hottest girl there. Not sure what comes over me but I plant my foot in her ass and send her flying across the dancefloor. She turns around in outrage, thunder in her eyes. Jimmy and I crack up laughing and she storms out. Radio silence for two months. I don’t bother contacting her. For the third time I assume its over. We’ll call this Push Away #2.

This in brunette

Freeze outs and strong push-aways work. A couple of weeks ago she breaks radio silence and starts liking some of my Facebook photos then soon begins chatting. I’ve long since decided that I’m not going to invest any emotion or effort into this girl, so tired am I of the coquettry. Several times she tries to entice me into inviting her out and I don’t take the bait until finally she has to invite herself out. We meet for coffee a short walk from my house. It’s alot of fun to make a girl chase when you really don’t give a fuck how things turn out. Last summer this girl was a real head-turner – a solid long-legged eight – but a year of drinking wine has added a few kilos and now she’s simply fairly hot. Let’s say a mid seven. I’m LJBFing her hard which gets her pawing at me and verbally IOIing. So I take her back to my house and let the tension build, never touching or kissing. Steam is coming out of her ears she’s so hot, her eyes spazzing. Finally in my room I think she’s a volcano about to erupt and I go for it.

LMR for the fourth time….

I would’ve kicked her out there and then but she gives me a long passionate monologue about how she wants to have sex but something is holding her back at the last minute. Seeing the wild swings of emotions in her eyes – fear, excitement, confusion, affection – I believe she’s not playing games. I let her stay over.

Then tonight she invites herself back. Within half an hour we are on my bed and this time its just token. Close. Finally. Two years on. She’s a pretty wild fuck too, the crazy ones always are. Plus one, new flag. I’ve now reached my lay target for 2012.

Lessons Learned

  • Don’t bother with crazy girls. Even though I closed her and had great sex, it simply wasn’t worth the total investment of my time and emotion
  • That said, it’s good to have a few crazy girls as a lesson in games playing and to appreciate the authenticity of non-crazies
  • Nothing beats LMR better than high attraction followed by a strong push-away. The key is to really mean it, be outcome independent, and force her to re-initiate
  • Once the girl re-initiates, the frame is yours. Keep her in that chasing role.
  • You’ll only get one really good chance to make the big LMR-busting move before the frame is at risk again. So time it well. Keep her chasing and heating herself up then take her at the flood

Street kiss close video of…… my friend

August 21, 2012

I’ve not put up many infield videos of late. Despite doing plenty of sets in Croatia while I was wearing my watchcam, I kept forgetting to press the record button before stopping the girl. Clearly this isn’t absentmindedness, I’ve just had an aversion to doing so. Recording yourself takes you out of the moment and hurts your authenticity. My plan was to get some girls, not impress my long-suffering readers.

Fortunately my buddy Steve has given me a fallback with one of his own videos.

Approach with sexual intent

Steve’s a bit of a legendary figure in the London community. Back when pickup was new to Europe there weren’t any domestic companies here except regional offshoots from the big US companies like Mystery Method, RSD, and Shit Systems. Then along came a guy called Richard La Ruina who created the behemoth that is now PUATraining, the gorilla in the UK pickup room, a company that most of the big name UK guys passed through at some point (Beckster, Adam Lyons, Yad, Uncle B etc).

I hear conflicting things about Richard’s pick-up prowess and business ethics. I’ve never met him personally so anything I can add is just hearsay. However, Richard often makes reference to a “natural” he met years ago who is amazing with women and taught him everything he knows. That’s Steve. I do know Steve personally and I know the top fashion model he’s dating too. It’s not hearsay when I opine that he’s the real deal.

So here’s some flash game…. a quickie street kiss close… with my commentary. The man himself gives a detailed breakdown here. It’s solid stuff, just bear in mind it’s his commercial site. He’s my buddy but I don’t get a penny from any of this. Maybe I can twist his arm to have him cook me a steak for every 1,000 hits I send his way. That’ll get me in the shadowy PUA SEO cartel!

0:02 – Not every street stop has to be a run-around-jump-in-front. This is still a clear attempt to command her attention but done casually from comfortable distance. It’s still important to show conviction rather than timidly bend over like a chugger.

0:10 – And here’s the clear Stop command. There must always be one, preferably early, to avoid falling into her frame. It’s also a compliance test for initial availability which will save you wasting time.

0:24 – The main value is in the confident body language, early touch, and closing down of distance so it’s slightly invasive but not scary. Her beaming smile is a green light. She already fancies him. You can rely on this when you’ve built up your personal charismatic value so high that you assume good-looking women will fancy you. Old school game is designed for people who don’t believe they have that value. Times have changed.

0:30 – Lots of daygame IOIs are in the legs. Any kind of twitching, nervous energy or movement that is not indicating a motion to leave is an IOI.

0:33 – Bold pull, followed by a push away. This is a combination of intent and the fact the girl is so clearly receptive it’s possible to move quick.

0:36 – Note the constant eye contact from Steve even when she’s looking away. She can feel this and it’ll quickly spazz her out. This is textbook indirect-direct – he hasn’t overtly hit on her but there’s absolutely no question in her mind that he fancies her.

0:46 – Confirmation of hook point. “Where are you from?”

0:52 – Her tongue is almost hanging out at this point. She’s already decided she’ll fuck him so long as he escalates correctly, though maybe her forebrain hasn’t yet received the memo. This is what I mean about projecting a masculine vibe. It’s taken her less than a minute to reach this point because of how Steve projects himself. It’s presence and vibe. The intrigue and mastery will come later.

1:00 – The verbals are boring as shit and limited by language. Although verbal dexterity is a great plus it isn’t necessary when the subcommunication and intent is strong. This conversation is between two hindbrains.

1:05 – This is something I’ve only recently added into my game – unabashed, almost child-like directness about intention and emotion. There’s no coyness. No I-won’t-tell-her-I-like-her-until-she-IOIs-me. Just come out and say it with clarity. It’s not a vulgar “I want to fuck you” it’s an authentic statement of interest.

1:18 – There are no DHVs, no attempt to impress her. The attraction was completed within the first ten seconds

Chatting to girls while on magic mushrooms

August 18, 2012

I’ve stumbled back into abundance lately. Before I went out to Croatia I had very little going on, just a Saudi girl in London I’d had a couple of dates with, a young little Spaniard in Madrid I may or may not see again, and a Bosnian completely obsessed with me but quite far away. Not exactly swimming in girls. Croatia went well, to put it mildly, then I did a couple of half-arsed daygame sessions with Robusto and got some good leads.

One lead was a little Hungarian 20yr old who looks just like the dappy tarts who show up for Pierre Woodman castings videos to earn a crust. Apparently Hungary is porn casting capital of Europe and no surprise when you see the birds – that correct mix of curvy, hot, and slutty looking that could stock the stripclubs of the world ten times over. I wasn’t overly enamoured with her character on the couple of pre-date Facebook chats but no real red flags. Just a cute little girl from a country I haven’t flagged. So we arrange a date for 7pm in Camden.

this sort of thing

  • 7:05pm she texts: Sorry. I will be late.. i will tell you
  • 7:35pm: I leave warrenn street
  • 8:01pm: Here. Long story

No doubt you’re wondering why I was still there one hour after the time. Me too. I’d taken half an hour and £3 to get there and was commited to the same to get home. The market was on so I could look at the stalls while I waited. And she’s physically completely my type. I reply:

  • Wait 5 min while I walk back to station, then I’ll hear the story

She smiles as I arrive but I can already detect insolence. I refuse to go into the pub until she tells her story, which she does in a half-arsed unapologetic manner. She’s an au pair, the host family came back late, and she didn’t have her own keys to lock up.

      • Me: Didn’t your phone work?
      • Her: What do you mean?
      • Me: You could have texted me much earlier to reschedule
      • Her: *shrug*
      • Me: One hour is very late
      • Her: *shrug*
      • Me: You don’t seem to care
      • Her: *shrug*
      • Me: And you haven’t apologised for being so late
      • Her: *shrug*
      • Me: No. I’m going home. Goodbye

So I walk off. Back to Chateau RSG to join Bhodi and Robusto for magic mushrooms. I haven’t had any since I was 16 and it’s fun. Round about the peak, my Spaniard skype calls me because she’s arriving in London to see me the next afternoon. I’m just singing Boney M songs and writing gibberish to other girls on text chat. Here’s a few of them.

Serb who LMR’d me… but has since fallen hard

… obviously the link is to a packet of Monster Munch

There’s a Malaysian singer who I opened waaaaay back while she was on holiday and logistics have finally turned my way. We’ve chatted only a few times in the past year but because I made a strong impression and maintained frame, she hits me up when she’s coming to London.

New flag pending

Lastly, some readers with remember the tall smoking-hot Belorussian I met in a Lithuania nightclub. She visited London last summer for 2 weeks and I very nearly banged her but only got one thrust before she went mental and I threw her out. She’s back in London but a couple of months ago I got tired of her shit and put my foot in her arse (literally, sending her skidding across a nightclub dancefloor) and cut her off. After two months of sulking she’s started chasing me again.

She knows I’ve taken mushrooms

I’m utterly indifferent about where this goes

So let her chase

I’m not sure there’s any lessons to be learned from this tomfoolery but if you can find them, you’re welcome.

Thug-fucking 101 – A display of hard dominance

August 15, 2012

Much is made of “alpha” within the manosphere. With it being a desired label for many men, both for the ego and it’s promises of access to unlimited hot girls, there are competing and often self-serving definitions. I’m not immune to this but I do find alot of misleading rubbish it written on the term. Here’s some of it:

    • Alpha female. There is no such thing because women do not have a dominance hierarchy. There is a mother hen who, in the absence of a willing male, will take upon herself the male leadership role. There are strong independent women of the feminist wet dream but these females are considerably less attractive than their peers and utterly unable to command attractive male followers. There’s also incredibly hot tier-1 women but that’s all they are – hot women – they are not leaders who use that leadership to raise their sexual market value. Alpha only applies to males.
    • Hero alpha. The squad leader who charges the machine gun nest and wins a Victoria Cross is not necessarily alpha. He is a high-level beta who channels Warrior energy. For all his stand-out bravery (which I don’t denigrate, it’s very admirable) he is following someone else’s cause. That’s beta.
    • Ghetto alpha. The Rawness did a great post on the myth of the ghetto alpha (think of lesser 50 Cents or Kanye West type characters). He describes it better than me but the summary is that they are mommies boys, products of fatherless homes, who grow into a testosterone-fuelled cariacture of masculinity. That’s why accomplished men instinctively look down on them and the girls they pull are trash.

Some non-alphas, yesterday

In the UK we have our own version of the ghetto alpha who is spawned by the suffocating welfare state, ruined school system, and chav-farming of the socialist client state. They are found deep within social housing estates, a product of three generations of unemployment. Most such men become withdrawn, nervous husks but some are able to work their ecosystem well to impregnate many low class women and foist child-rearing costs onto the honest taxpayer. Those of you with a passion for wading through the scum of society needs only search for Jeremy Kyle on youtube. He’s a freak-wrangler of the highest order. Here’s a clip where one such “alpha” makes an appearance. It’s an educational video. Watch for all his flashes of hard dominance as the video progresses. I in no way suggest readers emulate this dickhead but there’s a reason men like this score pussy. My commentary is below.

0:05 – The whole issue is he seems to be cheating on his girl and fathering children. Pre-selection, abundance, untameable.

0:10 – unhurried arrogant shuffle into the studio and unfazed by crowd. He’s already aggressively pushing his frame out.

0:15 – WhiteKnight host immediately tries a frame grab and amog. Instinctive push-back and state control, strong eye contact. He’s not letting WK pull him into the accusational moralistic frame.

0:24 – This is very aggressive amogging from the WK on his own turf, with a pre-heated waiting-to-be-outraged lynch mob, and burly security. GA lets it roll off and doesn’t break. His frame is holding.

0:27 – Laconic sprawling body language and counter-challenge. He knows the host is trying to belittle him so he confronts it. He’s not conforming to the Polite Guest frame.

0:33 – He’s right. The host is giving him a dirty look. Can’t let it go unchallenged.

0:36 – That’s a pretty girl. Ostensibly way out of his class, and she’s tingling at this display of hard dominance.

0:46 – At this point the chav has done nothing wrong and he hasn’t lost his rag.

1:15 – A take-away. He’s utterly unwilling to let his frame be broken. This is going to mess up the host’s show. While the whole of the situation is designed to render him powerless, he knows the one this he has is the ability to withhold drama from a drama-hungry audience.

1:40 – Finally, he concedes some frame. Remember I’m not holding him up as a hero, merely an interesting example of a ghetto alpha.

1:50 – As an aside, who do you think is banging hotter and more plentiful young women, the chav or the white knight? Actually it’s a tough call. Jeremy Kyle has done better than the average man with the masculinised old woman he wifed up.

2:54 – Deny deny deny. No supplication.

4:28 – He’d rather spend money on aftershave than buy stuff for the baby. Deplorable….. self absorption.

4:50 – Notice he still hasn’t shifted out of his laconic, even-voiced, barely-moving state while everyone around him gets agitated. Also notice how cowed the girl is, unwilling to join the witchunt against her man.

6:06 – “Why are you going around having unprotected sex with women when you can’t even run you own life effectively”. Of course the women have no responsibility for getting themselves pregnant. The host doesn’t seem to realise he’s DHVing his guest.

7:44 – Predictable lack of outrage from the girl. She knows and her hindbrain doesn’t care. She’s using this show to try to keep him, not push him away.

9:28 – He’s the proud father-to-be of two. Job done, go home. Frame remains intact.

Some video of an idate

August 6, 2012

Here’s a so-so instant date video from my first week in Croatia, about a month ago. It was a roasting hot day and we were still struggling to get some decent leads. I tried camping out at a cafe near the train station when I saw this girl walk past. Something in her walk really appealed, very sultry, and I knew she was one for me. Unfortunately she’d ducked into a library before I caught up.

So I just sipped my coffee some more and got lucky that she came right back past me. I was very sexual in my subcommunication and making some overt sexual compliments on her sexy walk, legs, and the way she pushes her breasts up at times. Simple idate. After a couple of hours I thought I was on for an SDL but logisitcs intervened. Benefit of hindsight maybe it wasn’t really on anyway.

We had a good makeout and the next evening a date that went well but she was making a big deal out of saying she won’t have sex with me. Couldn’t extract and had to make do with sucking her tits in the park while she rubbed my cock. Squalid guttersniping fun.

Date model

August 4, 2012

This holds true whether you are on an idate or a Day 2. There’s really not much that needs to be done on a date so long as you have the basics handled which are:

  • the girl likes you
  • you genuinely like her
  • you don’t fuck up the escalation

Over the years I’ve had many failed dates and almost without exception they failed because one of these conditions wasn’t met. I’d chase girls who were merely curious and were sitting in front of me because I’d gamed them onto a date they weren’t much enthused by. I’d be trying to fuck girls I clearly only spoke to for the notch and struggled to hide how little I cared about them. And then many times I simply escalated awkwardly, or too fast, or too slow and her emotions were left flashing “don’t sleep with him”. So like many skills, dating is really simple and easy once you know how to do it, and bloody hard when you’re learning.

In my first year I struggled to even kiss a girl on a date, striking out far more than not. In my last five days in Yugoslavia I kissed seven girls on seven dates and banged two. Only one of them has dropped off the radar. So, what was I doing right?

Doing it wrong, yesterday

Phase 1 – Screening

Do not waste your time on No girls or Weak-Maybe girls. It’s a huge amount of effort for precious little reward. Approach the girls you fancy and if they aren’t giving you fairly positive responses within the first five minutes, just walk away. Almost every girl I ever banged made it easy for me once I got over the initial hurdle. The medium is the message. When a girl is tardy in responding, giving little value, and flaking dates then she simply doesn’t like you much. Don’t waste your time. This means that the girls you do get onto dates are hoping you will lead them to your bedroom. They are hoping you can convince their hindbrain to sleep with you. They are on your side, rooting for you to win.

It’s a strange quirk of nature that women have a forebrain and hindbrain. Listen to girls talk about upcoming dates and they say things like “I hope he can win me over”. This sounds ridiculous to a man because for a man to even utter such words mean he’s already decided. But women are like monkeys riding an elephant. They can’t really choose who they want to have sex with, they can only give men a chance and hope he beats them into submission. Bizarre, but life.

Phase 2 – Early Date

Default to a dating structure of three venues. First is a light public environment with non-alcoholic choices (such as a cafe), second is a fairly light public environment with alcohol (such as a pub) and third is a dark semi-private environment with alcohol (the corner of a dark pub). As the girl becomes increasingly attracted and comfortable she will allow you to lead her into increasingly intimate environments. This is especially important for idates where she’ll be more nervous than a Day 2.

So early on just sit back, sip coffee, and run mostly comfort and DHVs. Let her get to know you as you gradually allow her to tease the real you out. Her choice of drink helps calibrate her – if she goes immediately for alcohol its probably on because that’s her pretext for “it just happened”. If she orders non-alcoholic drinks she’s still undecided. Do not rush the early part of the date. Don’t sexualise, don’t escalate. Just weave a web with your words and draw her in. Gradually get her investing. Let her talk. I drop in most of my DHVs early and run the whole gamut. My main stories I’ve used recently (all true) are:

  • Teaching my two nephews judo and kickboxing
  • Travelling around Yugoslavia to find a city to live in for a few months
  • My passion for learning while at university
  • Getting chased out of Havana by Cuban guys for clacking their women

There’s lots more and the purpose is to ground me in reality and show who I am. I let the girl gradually reveal herself too. Do one drink in each venue.

Bright non-alcoholic first venue

Phase 3 – Mid Date

By the time you reach the second venue the barriers are down and you’re building deep rapport. Now I start testing with some sexualisation. Depending on my mood I’ll use either the four-step model from my book or the three-step model from Jambone. The latter is this. When she’s talking about her passions and interests, compliment her on them and make her feel special. Then later compliment her on something womanly but not physical, such as her dress sense or mannerisms. Lastly, compliment her on her body. For example:

  • That’s what I thought when I first saw you. You’re very introverted and thoughtful so I’m not surprised you have a passion for reading. I love sitting down in a cafe with a good book and just letting myself get drawn into the different world.
  • I like your dress. There’s something about colourful flowing summer dresses that is very attractive on a woman. I like how they swish when you walk.
  • I just checked out your ass. I approve. Sexy.

The main thing to look for when verbally escalating is does she block or evade it? If a girl sits, listens, and gives no clear rebuff then that is a green light. Don’t over do it. You only need to tell a girl each thing once for her to get the idea. Overloading her with escalation and compliments makes you sound uncertain and like a pussy hound.

I like to hold good solid eye contact with a girl throughout the date and don’t let her rock me off balance with any of her games. If she leans away, I don’t follow. If she comes onto me, I don’t rush in blindly. Gradually, her frame will break. It’s designed to and that’s what she wants to happen. If it’s on you’ll get a hypnotic scanning moment when you both hold deep eye contact and you can feel electricity crackle. That’s the big signal. If it’s strong I say “I want to kiss you now” and then go for it. If it’s weak I say “I’m going to kiss you in the next bar / soon” and then go for it next time there’s that moment. Don’t try to kiss on a lull. Wait for the moment. It’s in the eyes not the body so don’t be afraid of reaching over even if she’s on the other side of the table.

about now….

Phase 4 – Late Date

By this time you should both know it’s on so concentrate on getting some alcohol inside you both and escalating kino. You’ll be making out alot. I rarely touch a girl’s pussy on the date but I tend to hold strong posture and let her bend into me. Alternate comfort (verbal, and head scratching etc) with seduction (dirty talk, making out). The alcohol is a mutual pretext so she doesn’t feel slutty. If she’s up for it she’ll get herself drunk. If she’s holding back on the drink it’s because she wants to stay in control which means she’s not sold – so more comfort, qualification and dirty talk is needed.

You’ll probably get into a vibe where neither of you talks much, your brains have shut down and you are mostly just touching and chilling. I like to draw her in and whisper dirty talk about what I intend to do. I always phrase it as “I’d like to” such as:

“I’d like to rip your clothes off. Within one minute of taking you home I’ll have you naked on my bed. I’ll be looking at your sexy body, watching your chest heave as you breath heavily. Seeing you hot and horny.”

Don’t worry if she verbally refuses. Just hold your frame and restate yourself in different words. Often I say “I know. I’m telling you what I’d like to do”. Your entire strategy is to set her hindbrain against her forebrain and let them fight it out until the forebrain surrenders. She wants you to win her but she needs your help defeating her forebrain. So use kino, eye contact, dirty talk…. and just wait. It’s a siege mentality. At some point the fires burning in her loins will overpower her logical and she’ll go for it.

Once she’s grabbing your cock it’s time to extract. If she’s not grabbing it but you think she wants it, just put her hand on it and tell her “that’s how much you turn me on”. At the peak of her passion say “Come on, let’s go” and lead lead lead. Here you simply want her momentum to follow you rather than any explicit verbal agreement. Just lead, have her follow and you’ll somehow end up back at your place. This is the time to fill her forebrain with distraction bullshit and ask her questions about any old shit just to get her talking.

Phase 5 – Closing

Once back at your apartment one of two things will happen. Best case is she’s super horny and ready to go in which case you just lead her straight to your bedroom, put some music on, and start undressing her. If she’s a bit resistant to going straight to the bedroom you need to back off and make her feel safe. The following helps:

  • Put the computer on youtube and go make a drink. Talk lightly with her about what music she likes. No sexual stuff.
  • Go to the bathroom and clean your teeth. By being in a separate room her hindbrain knows she is free to leave and because of that she’ll relax and stay.
  • Sit with her leaning up against you while she shows you here favourite youtube videos. Kiss her forehead, scratch her hair at the temple and back of the neck.

A little of this and she’ll relax, calm down, and jump you. Then fuck her.

You’ll never get laid in this town

August 4, 2012

Three weeks in and I’ve been pretty unlucky on this month-long Yugoslav jaunt. Under normal circumstances I’d expect such a good set of leads to result in 7-10 lays. That’s not my normal hit rate, far from it, but I’ve had an unusually good set of leads…. and then fucked by logistics, friction, and just plain bad luck. Whatever. I’m quite used to picking myself back up and making things happen from zero. No point having a hissy fit and blaming the world.

toys already thrown from pram

My first Friday in Belgrade was an example of how tiny variations in luck can mean the difference between zero and hero, standing on the precipe of greatness and then tumbling arse over tit into the muddy swamps of mediocrity.

Set One – Curvy Serby

Robusto is still in bed recovering from our great night out at a salsa bar so I decide to try a little solo early-afternoon street game. My state isn’t good, I’m tired and a bit frustrated because this city is full of smoking hot women but its so hard to get at them unless you’re willing to do patient coffee shop game. We simply haven’t got time to slowly convert leads. I keep running into the same problems over and over agin, mostly a boyfriend of >3 years. I knock out a few sets and finally get some good luck…. a curvy brunette with massive tits and wide hips bursting out of her short shorts. She’s no stunner, I’d say just a little below the “would date for a while” threshold but quite respectable as a pump ‘n’ dump. She oozes sex and oestrogen which is what turned my head initially, responding great to my opener – “You have the sexiest walk I’ve seen all day”. She’s available and horny. An easy idate.

This image is so close it gives me the chills

Her phone blows up with messages from the friends she’s supposed to meet so I know I’m up against the clock, even though all the planets are aligned for the SDL. I bounce her to a bar opposite my apartment where she kinos me, laughs alot, and throws back two vodkas. My spider-sense is triggered, I just know this girl is on but also I know that even if a girl has made an early “I’ll fuck this guy” determination she still needs to be led down the winding path without shortcuts before her legs will actually open. There’s a technical dilemma over how fast to extract her. I’d like to let another hour pass but her phone keeps ringing and at any moment her friend’s may pluck her from my fiendish grasp. I may never get this love bubble going again. So I rush. She refuses to enter my apartment. We make out on the stairs, I tell her I want to fuck her, then take a number. Bah!

Set Two – Nerdy Serby

Yesterday I’d idated a cute little munchkin. Walking along the main pedestrian area I clocked a disguised Krauser girl – just come back from belly dance class with no makeup, hair pulled into a harsh bun, loose-fitting tracksuit. If that was her normal state it would scream “girl uncomfortable with her femininity” and strike her off, but I can tell it’s only a situational outlier. I’m gonna open that, I tell Robusto and he’s “why?”. He can’t see what I see. She loves it and the idate goes great. No kino or kiss but I’m liking her. So next day (after blowing out with Curvy Serby) I meet my librarian girl for a late coffee. It’s a date I have little expectations of becuase she seems so shy and nice. I just figure I’ll do my work and enjoy her company whatever happens.

Looks just like this

She prettied herself up nicely and after coffee walks me past her university. I kiss her. Great, it’s on. My social conditioning is interfering with me. A common problem I have is I assume Good Girls are not sexual. Silly, I know. We sit down in a bar and there’s a great moment – she tells me she’s reading Fifty Shades of Grey and loves it. Poor girl has just handed me the opportunity to sexualise that I was looking for. I run with it and we talk dirty and kiss alot. My house is 50m away. I whisk her up to the bedroom. She’s topless on my bed and….. LMR. Bah! As I walk her back to the bus stop she turns her head up to look lovingly into my eyes and says “thanks for not raping me”

Set Three – Dancy Serby

So I have 10pm blue balls but it’s Friday night and I head out to the nightclub boats with Robusto and Bhodi. The signs are good – lot’s of dolly birds tottering in their high heels on the wide strip of riverside grass outside the line of ten nightclubs. First boat we board turns out to be the best club. We make our circle and have fun… thus distinguishing ourselves from every other man in the club. Girls notice and IOIs follow. I get drunk. My state bubbles and suddenly I’m opening everything. Before long I want to start rapid escalating so I run off a few sets. No blowouts but nothing quite sticking and then I get my Set of Glory.

A few girls are dancing with a few guys suspecting little and then I’m like those liveleak videos you see of convenience store workers blindsided by trucks crashing through the windows. I crash into set and immediately harrass the hottest girl. After a brief deer-in-headlights panic she goes for it. I’m too drunk to see anything that’s not directly infront of me but the girl must’ve eye-coded her friends cos they leave us in isolation. It’s a blur but I remember being locked in to the wall while she dances in front of me, leans on me, and kisses me. Attraction is super high. Bhodi is lying drunk under a tree hallucinating after twenty vodkas. Robusto is canoodling with some Russian blonde. I pull my girl onto the grass outside and roll around with her. Ten minutes later I hear a couple walk past:

    • Girl: Ugh…. that’s disgusting, those two kissing in the dirt like that
    • Man: Yes, disgusting….. hang on, that’s my friend. Nick!

I can’t extract. Her friends come out a few times and I befriend them then we end up in a house party deep in the darkest soviet projects. Fun times with fun people but the social pressure is just enough to keep her legs together. Another hot 21 year old semi-naked on the bed with me and another LMR fail. Bah!

Epilogue – I bang Curvy Serby the next night, Nerdy Serby is in love with me doing sex chats, and Dancy Serby is falling for me.