I bang my first 29 year old Latvian fashion designer

September 12, 2013
krauserpua

As you spend more time in the company of fellow daygamers, taking that long sordid fulfilling journey together, you start to encounter things the PUA marketing materials never prepared you for. All that polyanna-ish double-talk of banging tens every night with your rejection-free game, your rock-star level / instructor-level performance…. blah blah…. bullshit….. life just isn’t like that. I’m reminded when I see painted advertising boards outside steak houses of happy-looking cows. I think… hang on, that cow could only be smiling like that if he doesn’t know he’s about to be carved up and eaten.

The Happy Cow Carvery

The Happy Cow Carvery

I digress.

Game is tough. Really really tough. For most men it’s the toughest thing they’ll ever do, casting aside their protective buffers and facing incredible levels of rejection and ego death. The rewards come in but you’d better prepare yourself for some long dark nights of the soul. So it’s refreshing when I’m going through a rough patch and I hear Steve (or Tom, or Jon or whoever) talk about their own encounters with the darkness. There’s so much PUA happy-talk and internet alpha posturing out there that an aspiring player could be forgiven for thinking he’s the only guy in the community who can’t hack it. Once you’re in with a solid crew you quickly realise that everyone has their demons and everyone has their tough periods. That’s normality.

Let me tell you about my most recent one.

I’m on my third day of number farming in Riga when I stop a dusky dark-haired beauty near the train station. It’s super-on, eye-spazz, close-distance sparkle. We are deeply eye-fucking from the beginning. After ten minutes or so I take the number and we meet late that evening. It’s my first date with a local. She takes me to a hotel rooftop bar where I force a kiss close in the lift on the way down to the second venue. I’m starting to see red flags but she’s got just the look I like, almost Turkish. She’s fighting off the kiss too much even though her hindbrain is well on, she tells me she’s married but separated, and after the second drink I try to extract and she bursts into tears. Oh dear….. a drama queen with volatile emotions. I do sympathise because going through a divorce is tough so I give alot of comfort and decide to steer well clear.

but chubby

but chubby

She adds me to Facebook and starts chasing, and then through text.

It’s one of those weird scenarios where her forebrain is in full “don’t fuck” mode but her hindbrain can’t stop moving her feet closer to me. I’m occupied with other leads and by Saturday I’m suddenly six days into the holiday and haven’t been laid. Tom sets up a double first date with a hot sleazy girl who has a boyfriend but is super horny. As we sit back on Cafe X sofas Tom’s girl turns up with her blonde friend, about 9pm. Both girls are well up for it but it’s weird. They are little madams and don’t even order a drink. After twenty minutes or so of strong eye contact and subtle kino they suddenly put their coats on and leave. We don’t chase. My girl has been texting for the past two hours to bait me into inviting her out so I get her to show up ten minutes later (with a blonde friend). The Cafe X staff are giving us funny looks because we’ve done almost all our dates here and without even getting out of our sofas we’ve just replaced a departing two-set with a new one.

The friend really likes Tom. She’s no oil painting but at the borderline-boiler threshold where you start thinking “if it’s easy, I’ll have it”. Inexplicably her brother shows up too. My girl is immediately on but I’m anticpating hardcore LMR so I decide to continue the pressure-cooker method, namely:

Lull a girl into chasing your hard by keeping your text replies brief and never taking her bait to invite her out. If she really wants you she’ll amp up her investment and make ever more blatant come-ons until she’s inviting herself out. Then when she arrives, make her talk and use subcommunication to heat her up without ever giving her a kiss or a statement that releases the sexual tension. The idea is to build her pressure so high the slightest prick will cause the volcano to erupt (and ideally that overcomes the LMR).

So I’m eye-fucking her and we’re just face-to-face on the sofa doing deep hypnotic scanning. Her face is fully monged with slack jaw, drooping eyes and lip-quivering. I boil her in that for twenty minutes before finally extracting. Tom decides to isolate his girl (it doesn’t work out that way but that’s a story for him to tell). So I walk my girl straight back to the apartment and into the bedroom. She’s gagging for it but there’s still a good fifteen minutes of LMR till I finally fuck her.

The moment I shoot my bolt I regret it. She’s not ugly, far from it. Her face is a solid eight and even though she’s carrying a bit of chub she’s still a respectable notch. The problem is the red flags that I ignored in my sex-goggled haze are now waving in full glory. All those little comments on dates and in texts about latching onto me and building it up like a Hollywood romance. Her clinginess. And then the final straw is when I walk her home. She’s trying to call her friend to cockblock Tom out of malicious spite. Bitches be crazy. Fortunately he’s in a basement nightclub somewhere so there’s no reception and I persuade her to just go home to sleep, thinking that’s the end of it. Oh no.

I’m feeling pretty grotty. I just pushed a vulnerable girl into fast sex and now she’s latching on bigtime even though I never pretended it was anything other than sex. I didn’t much enjoy the experience and now I’m in the post-sex low where my testosterone has dropped and I’m tired, thinking of ways to get rid of her. I figure I’m feeling so grotty I might as well revel in it so I head off to Hessburger and order the most unhealthy happy meal on the menu. As I’m sipping Coke and eating a past-midnight double cheeseburger Tom sends a text:

I'm lovin' it

I’m lovin’ it

“Your girl is cockblocking me. I’m outside the apartment.”

Fuck. I’ve often written about wing rules and now I have to put my money where my mouth is and re-engage a girl I’m trying to shuffle quietly away from. I call her up knowing full-well this is just adding post-sex comfort that will latch her on like a barnacle to the hull of the goodship Krauser. I just need to keep her talking as long as possible to stop her using her phone to cockblock Tom. I spend ten minutes describing in detail my happy meal, getting her to translate the Hessburger nutrional information leaflets. Then another ten minutes trying to NLP her into going to sleep. Twenty minutes is all I can stand before leaving Tom to the vagaries of fate.

Sneaking back into the apartment there’s two pairs of shoes by the door and my bedroom door is shut. Tom had needed to open the window to clear the sex smell (apparently it smelled so bad his girl wouldn’t go in at first) and kick the period-blooded condom under the bed. As I tiptoe into the lounge when her phone rings loud enough to raise the dead and the caller ID says its my girl. I reject the call and power down her device then stretch out on the sofa hidden under a blanket until Tom finishes his dirty deed. Ten minutes later I hear two sets of footsteps and  Tom whispering “that’s Nick. He texted me he’d been drinking, so he’ll be unconscious” while I feign snoring. The girl tiptoes out saying “My friend won’t have had sex with him. She’s still married” and “Don’t tell her what happened between us”.

Tom later tells me his girl had been trying to ruthlessly cockblock me while mine did the same, calling his girl and saying things like “don’t go into the apartment, come and have a tea with me”.

What a squalid episode. I didn’t get into the Game to clack girls like this. Tom and I commiserate each other on our shameful new notches then retire to our respective quarters. For at least an hour I can’t sleep, just wondering what’s driving me to put myself into these situations thousands of kilometres from home. Fortunately the events of the next two days completely restore my faith in humanity and the joy of chasing sweetly feminine girls. I put this down as a temporary wobble.

19 Comments

  1. Tom whispering “that’s Nick. He texted me he’d been drinking, so he’ll be unconscious” while I feign snoring. The girl tiptoes out saying “My friend won’t have had sex with him. She’s still married” and “Don’t tell her what happened between us”.

    Just awesome. Is this a new Woody Allen movie? They’re less funny though:-)

  2. I had to give you the slowly speeding up clap for turning off his girl’s phone. Best wing moment of the story. However, leaving the period-bloodied condom laying around Krauser? Bad form.

  3. Great fun, its like a Carry On comedy where everyone is on acid.

    I’m 5 years younger than you and I have to micromanage my libido very carefully, especially on a foreign jolly. Day time approaching is a royal PIA and libido is the fuel that keeps that daygame engine running. After nutting, I have almost no interest in approaching for a day or two.

  4. Krauser, 2 wks ago had similar situation. Had a 25 yr old who basically baited me into asking her for drinks. She was giving me all kinds of IOI’s leading up to it. I thought sex was foregone conclusion. Yet when I took the bait, she suddenly cooled off.

    Then I backed off. She responded by heating up again: reinitated text and the come ons.

    Your Pressure Cooker Game would have come in handy first time around

  5. Thanks again. Always appreciate this blog.

  6. This is fascinating. I face this drama all the time. chicks going “off” one minute totally into you next minute acting distant.

    The way you handled this was interesting. You didn’t engage in a logical conversation it was all just blather: I spend ten minutes describing in detail my happy meal, getting her to translate the Hessburger nutrional information leaflets. Then another ten minutes trying to NLP her into going to sleep. Twenty minutes is all I can stand before leaving Tom to the vagaries of fate.

    Chicks don’t want a discussion. I have to keep telling myself this. They just want some kind of presence and that’s where I often screw up. This reading of the nutritional information leaflet—when I think of it, yes, I just get them talking about whatever and that’s often enough.

    Have this situation more when I’m seeing someone than if I’ve just banged them.

    • It’s very interesting Wala. One year ago I did not have the problems I have now

      Totally new set of problems – girls are opening and hooking easier than ever for me, it is later stage things

      • yes, gaming chicks isn’t the issue for me now. It’s when I develop any longer-term thing with them they instantly become insanely jealous of any other female contact I have. It could be because of the way I’m banging them.

        The other issue I had was I gamed one girl who I immediately regretted even meeting up with. Instantly she became weirdly clingy wanting to come over and bang me that night. When I said no, like in Krauser’s post here she immediately began chasing, throwing herself at me, sending me endless texts about how she wanted to bang me.

        it’s a weird set of problems to have. But a set of problems that needs managing nevertheless.

  7. One final point…and this is a great observation. The girls cockblocking each other. I had this when I was going out with another girl 2 years ago.

    Her friends were constantly talking me down…in a very deliberate and nasty way. Then when they saw me, they would be so sweet and friendly and flirty.

    I could only put it down to some type of rivalry among chicks where if one isn’t getting banged, they resent that their friend whom they may consider lower in their social circle is getting banged.

    Seems that in your case one wanted to get a leg up on the other for their own weird reasons.

    The idea that “oh she’s married so wouldn’t bang him” is a bit sanctimonious.

  8. “Tom and I commiserate each other on our shameful new notches then retire to our respective quarters.”

    great story! funny and suspenseful.

  9. “The Cafe X staff are giving us funny looks because we’ve done almost all our dates here and without even getting out of our sofas we’ve just replaced a departing two-set with a new one.”

    Damn, that was good hahaha

  10. Krauser, I am familiar with Your game through Nitro, all daygame.com products and Steve Jabba through his new Home Study System, which I haven’t finished yet. I think those are the only quality styles of game. It seems that Steve Jabba builds his value higher – more focus on gym, fashion, mindsets etc., which allows for less structured game – no attention to voice tonality, being verbally direct (“Do you have a boyfriend?”) instead of “Jon Matrix subcommunication”, quicker, less structured dating sequence, kissing girls on the street. He breaks some of the rules You and Tom support.

    Do you feel that as you communicate and work with both Tom and Steve that the styles are coming closer? Does Tom become less structured, or does Steve adopt at least some of the daygame model techniques? I personally still prefer blueprint+sequence, as this is what I discovered much earlier, but…where do you see this going in the future? Will the models and techniques be dropped alltogether in favour of inherent value?

    Will it blend?:-)

  11. That bad feeling when you just had sex with a girl you didn’t really want to fuck. Not fun. I know.

  12. Thanks for the write up, Krauser. I appreciate you taking the time to lay this stuff out for us choodles to read.

  13. I feel a weird urge to fight for panda conservation.

  14. krauser it was worth taking one for the team just for this story. this is the funniest shit i have ever read. im dying, well done sir

  15. This was your bad experience, lol. A good, well-written story nonetheless.

  16. Who said romance was dead?

  17. I’ve been into game for a while now, and this was hands down the BEST report I have ever read. The LMR tactic you used was brilliant and your winging was outstanding! Amazing report! wow.

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