Some teenage French ooh-la-la

Same Day Lays are a strange thing for many reasons. I suppose if you take a typical non-community guy and tell him you can pick up a girl from the street in the middle of the day, take her on a date, and then fuck her before the moon comes up he’ll look at you like you’re crazy. Yet there is a method for accomplishing just that and there’s plenty of guys who have racked up a whole bunch of them. I’m personally not an SDL guy. I’ve had some but I think it’s way overrated. Like having a fight or appearing in porn, it’s something every man should do just for the experience and the dinner-party story but taking it too seriously will unbalance your life over time.

That said, it’s a fucking awesome feeling when you pull one off. You just wanna run around the streets with your shirt over your head Ravanelli-style.

A new close, yesterday

Nonetheless its an ego thing and will lead you to unnecessarily burn too many sets that you could’ve closed with a more patient 3-date model. I’ve yet to meet the man who can SDL better than a lost tourist 7 or a mentally-unbalanced low-8. Maybe someone has done it somewhere but I never saw nor heard about it.

This summer I went for SDLs whenever the circumstances seemed right. I got a few but most of them drained away into nothing or blew up in my face. Here’s an example of a girl who was a prime candidate…. but it never happened. In this case it was pure logistics. I got her heated up and ready but she got called away to her host family’s dinner table and then the trail ran cold. A few facebook chats later and she was back to 50/50 but I couldn’t get her over the hump.

I’ve put the video up because for the first thirty minutes it was textbook, so you can still get some ideas from it.

The french hamster has a love interest

It’s a sunny day and I’m in the garden relaxing with the RSG gang. I open up a few chats, of which this is the most notable. My plan with this girl is to just keep the comfort / rapport going and some light simmering attraction while I wait for her next birthday, because she’s a bit younger than I’m comfortable with. Over time I should be collecting the soul and then I’ll ramp it up when the time is right.

This chat is interesting because I have to deal with the reality that she’s in another country and has other romantic interests who are closer to her and have longer history. So above all I can’t be getting jealous. Rather, I accept it as inevitable and simply work on my position relative to his.

oooh la la

Me: the french hamster    [attraction refresh, keep the frame as she’s a bratty little kid]
Her: yo !
Me: they could make a good cartoon show about you    [I’m about to go into a little tease story]
Her: tell me what you do when someone that you really love don’t want to forgive you ?    MDR    LOOL    [instead it sounds like she won’t be listening cos she has something on her mind, so I snip myself and take what she’s offering. It’s a good rapport opportunity and she’s basically looking for advice, which is an easy way to position myself and reframe her reality]
Me: it’s ok, I forgive you
Her: MDRRR    no seriously
Me: don’t know. Tell me the story, so I can understand the situation    [I don’t give advice without knowing facts, and I want her to invest. This is a good chance to see how she thinks. Also, I genuinely want to help her if she needs it. It’s not all games]
Her: well .. a friend was dating a girl for 3 years now but she cheated on him    so he left her    his ex add me on face    and was asking me to tell her what    was on his facebook pasge    so i was telling her    but i was about to date this gay
Me: gay or guy?   [low hanging fruit, but also my frame is that this is just kids stuff and easy for me to advise upon from my position of maturity]
Her: guy    lol    :p
Me: maybe both….
Her: MDR    so    he knew it and he tols me to never speak with him again    and he deleted me    ect    and now    i apologized and everithing    but he doesnt want to forgive    –‘    for a stupid story like this
Me: ok, let me paraphrase this     translate from girl logic…   [attraction, leading, reframing]
Her: lol
Me: 1. You wanted to date a guy. He’s already your friend. Not a stranger.    2. You became facebook friends with his ex. You told her some things about his current life   [making it obvious I can talk about these things without being weird, and that I’m not trying to talk her out of it]
Her: Yes
Me: 3. He finds out you are talking to her. He gets worried. [position him as a worrier] He feels you have betrayed him, somehow    4. He gets angry, and throws all his toys out of the pram. [position him as reactive]    5. You are disappointed, because you can’t date him now. And extra-disappointed because he might stop being friends with you [rapport with her]    is this correct?
Her: oui    this is exactly that    !
Me: does he know you fancy him?
Her: yes    but him too
Me: so you fancy him, he fancies you?
Her: yes
Me: even though you look like a hamster? [attraction in the push]
Her: yes even though i look like a hamster    :p
[her internet cuts out for 10 minutes]
Her: im back
Me: your internet sucks    ok, my thoughts…..    It’s just a little temper tantrum    from him    he’s still a boy, learning to be a man [position him, I’m assuming he’s also a teenager]    so he’s learning about trust. He’s learning that a man does not accept bad behaviour from his woman [implication is I don’t either and I know what a real man is because I am one]     but it is new for him, so he has over-reacted     you did nothing badly wrong    you should not have told her things from his facebook [but I do have to tell her off for bad behaviour, not just validate her]     but it’s just kids stuff
Her: ok ok ..    so i wait for him to come back     or    what do i do now ?  [a sign of trust]
Me: There’s no obvious right answer    Kids change their mind all the time. They are unstable
Her: he’s 21    i dont think that he’s still a kid    lol  [a surprise]
Me: Hmmmmm    Keep your dignity    give him some time, don’t get emotional and needy
and then     when he is ready, he’ll calm down and talk to you again    if he still likes you  [which is the same advice I’d give a kid sister]
Her: ok lol    thank you    🙂
Me: it’ll be fine    but here’s some life advice for you……    Boys come and go. Girls come and go.    Never get too excited about one person    Don’t weaken yourself and do things that make you feel bad, just to impress somebody else  [again, genuine advice]
Her: lol    thank you 😉
Me: I’m thinking of buying a hammock [and snip]
Her: oh yeah    its a great idea    !!
Me: I want to be a pirate 🙂    We have a big garden. We’ve been sitting outside, drinking juice, listening to music    would be perfect to have a few hammocks between the trees
Her: yeaah i love hammocks    its amazing    when its sunny

Four hours later she pops up again.

Her: You know about the guy i was talking about    evererithings good 🙂    i told him to call me    and i explains everithing    soo its ok    🙂
Me: well done    I’m glad you fixed it
Her: 😀

You can never control a girl. You can only control yourself and your response to her. She’ll break up with him eventually, or I’ll just steal her off him. But for the next six months I’m not interested in any of it.

Two French 17 yr olds

Jimmy Shite-Town and I are out in Camden looking to do a few 2-sets. It’s a Saturday afternoon. As much foot traffic as we are ever likely to see but just thin on the ground for quality girls. After over half an hour of nothing I notice a couple of little French teenagers walking behind us. Ok, let’s open that. Kick the day off.

It goes well. I realise my target is actually really hot. In the video it’s reversed – the curly haired girl looks best on camera but trust me the straight haired one was a full 2 points above her and with an adorable Frenchness about her. So we bounce them to a bar and begin putting beer down their necks. It’s all going swimmingly and it’s a done deal mentally. It becomes a game of logistics, and finally that’s where we come unstuck.

Round about 6pm, two hours in, and we’ve got them to a bounce-back frame of mind. They have some weed and want to come to our house to smoke it in the garden and watch the squirrels. However, they are staying at a friend’s place who is cooking them dinner for 7pm. We try to get the momentum our way and we are on the bus to our place, but by half six we are stuck in traffic and it’s killing the mood. The girls are agitated. There’s no question they are up for it but what kind of friend takes someone’s free rent and cooked dinner then doesn’t show up? To be honest, if they’d bitched out on their friends they’d have needed screening out. Sometimes the god of logisitics fucks you over, and this is such a time.

So we tell them to get off the bus and take the tube to their friends. Swap numbers, arrange to meet tomorrow. We’ll see. Attraction momentum was great tonight, but I’m not banking on tomorrow’s date coming off. Live an learn.

An adorable French “maybe” girl

Some girls hook strong at the beginning and are totally into you.  You’re their type, they are looking for a man, and everything clicks. These are “yes” girls. This is the numbers game part of pick-up. If you introduce yourself to enough girls you’ll get some of them. It doesn’t really take skill. Just not fucking up. Conversely there are “no” girls. Married, engaged, loved-up, fucked-up or just simply not into you. You have to filter them out quickly because nothing will ever progress with them. These no-girls are precisely why anyone who tells you he can get 100% success is a liying theiving piece of shit.

The best girls are “maybe” girls. They kinda like you, they might be available. What you do in-set will massively change the outcome. This is where the Game is played. Few things are as satisfying as turning around a maybe girl. And almost every high-value/high-self esteem girl is a maybe. Very few of them are “yes” girls.

I’m doing some daygame yesterday afternoon when I get a good five minute set with a teenage French girl. Exactly my type. In fact I wouldn’t change a single thing about her. Well, perhaps bigger tits and longer legs. And not French. But apart from that, a Krauser girl.

I rate her very highly

I don’t mind that I’ve already banged a Frenchie. I don’t do any of that lame flags bullshit.

The hook is not especially strong, I’m twice her age, and she’s with her family. All the signs of a difficult close. So I’m thinking I’ll just try to invest her a bit and see how it goes. Practice doing retarded attraction material. At 4pm the next day I see her online. I re-open. This is the entirety of our chat:

Me: oh, she’s checking me out…….    the crazy little French girl..
Her: [twenty minutes later] LOL    how are you ?  [low investment! I need to tease her hard, kick away that pedestal]
Me: I’m good    I just had a look at your photo    You have loooooooong arms    Like Mr Tickle

sexy. weird  [flagrantly stolen from Jimmy]
Me: when you wake up in the morning, are they in knots?
Her: wait i just need to take a dictionnary    just in case    so no they arent    :p
Me: 😛 x4
Her: On which picture have you seen that i have long arms ?
Me: None. I was just teasing  [occasionally ground myself as a normal person despite a theme of retarded attraction material. she’s young so probably flakey and ADHD]
Her: Oh okay
Me: Where are you now?  [Logistics. Is it possible to fuck this girl with short game?]
Her: im not in London    i visit my ante    in the suburb
Me: boooooooring!  [keep challenging her to pique interest]
Her: Yeahh it is    lol
Me: Did you go somewhere nice with your mum yesterday?
Her: no just shoppinbg    what about you    what did you do yesterday    ?
Me: I nearly had a fight    That’s very unusual for me    :/
Her: Why ?
Me: I was in Camden, drinking with friends    Some Brazilian guy was very rude. He really hated everything English  [there’s a post coming on this. It was on a date]
Her: So    what did you do ?
Me: For the first hour I ignored him    but he really really wanted to offend me  [frame myself as the reluctant aggressive guy]
Her: and .. ?  [I force her to keep asking for me to continue. It’s a mild form of investment]
Me: So I teased him for a while    Made jokes about Brazil    until he called me racist (for no reason)    I had a till receipt which I’d rolled into a little ball. I flicked it into his face
Me: It hit him between the eyes
Her: so funny
Me: a perfect shot 😀    Everyone laughed. He stood up, very angry    I stayed seated. Gave him “the finger”    and waited for the violence to begin    …  [obviously I frame myself as the hero of the story. Although all of this is true, reality wasn’t quite as cool – I was really angry with the guy]
Her: seriously ?    ..    so bad :p
Me: I don’t usually do this    but he was on a mission to start trouble    Anyway, he looked at me and changed his mind    then he walked out of the bar    England 1 – Brazil 0    How long are you in London?
Her: until friday    on the morning    im coming back    just q minute
Her: im back
Me: 😉    I’m checking out your profile now….  [open a loop on her vanity]
Her: lol
Me: oh no!    the worst photos I’ve EVER seen
Her: im supposed to laugh right ?    :p
Me: I didn’t realise you are famous    I just googled your name, and found a great picture of you  [Jesus, this one never gets old]
Her: Of course i am    you should know it    😉    i took this picture last year
Me: Do you prefer tea or coffee?  [false dilemma for setting up a date]
Her: chocolate     i hate coffee    and i dont like tea
Me: Hot chocolate?
Her: yeap
Me: afternoon or evening?
Her: im not sure i can    im quite busy    until i leave england    actually im here because my grand mother is sick  [she gets the message. I assume all attraction is sexual attraction]
Me: how many of your family are in England?
Her: a cousin , 2 antes ang my grandparents
Me: It’s like an invasion :O  [again I’m focusing on attraction and retardation. Most sets I’d do comfort here but in this case I’m experimenting with low comfort]
Her: AHAha    IT IS
Me: Here’s my number. Text me if you wanna meet [my number]  [another experiment, suggested by Burto]
Her: Ok    thanks
Me: I’m in Starbucks now. Gonna buy a caramel shortbread    I forget, are you from Paris?  [then snip and stack]
Her: LOOL    Not really in Paris    in the suburb
Me: Not cool enough for Paris?
Her: ?    what ?
Me: Do you llike dogs or cats?  [didn’t want to explain a joke, so I snip and stack]
Her: i have an allergy
Me: -10 points    I love dogs     A real allergy?  [qualification]
Her: I hate dogs    lol    yeah    you have a dog ?
Me: No. I really want a siberian husky    They are like wolves    I have an image in my mind    of when I live by the beach again    talking my big siberian husky for a walk in the morning    wrestling him in the water    then hunting penguins together  [this is true, except for the penguins]
Her: LOOOOOL    i want a cat    but i cant because of my allergy    thats to bad
Me: My parents have five cats. I don’t like them    We can’t be friends  [false disqualifier]
Her: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA    youre so funny    :p  [big IOI]
Me: Can you cook?  [qualify her on  high]
Her: Nooo     im a desaster  [banter]
Me: -50 points  [qualify]
Her: in a kitchen     xD    LOOOOOOOOOOOL   [IOI]
Me: we can’t get married either  [bigger false disqualifier]
Me: is that French for “oh no!”?  [subtle flipping of script in this sequence]
Her: no    it means    LOL
Me: When we get divorced, I’m gonna keep the dog, the car, and the Playstation    you can have the pans, cups, and duvet
Her: you can keep everything    a kind of present for me    no for you    :p
Me: You are a naughty girl     I’m shocked     :O    What are you wearing?  [misdirection and sexualise]
Her: naughty ? why are you saying that    ?    a jeans    and    a t shirt
Me: not sexy at all    -5 points    What are you really good at?    (apart from gymnastics)  [doesn’t quite hit so don’t dwell on it, stack into a qualifier]
Her: school    the best of my class    Im good at everything in fact
Me: [don’t validate her]

Her: so cute
Me: I was top of my class in everything every year    but I don’t tell people    oh    I just did….    :/
Her: LOL
Me: I’m actually very modest    I only believe I’m half as good as I really am
Her: yeahh i see that
Me: What colour underwear are you wearing?    if it’s not a personal question…..  [sexualise]
Her: black  [surprised she answered]
Me: I prefer red  [demanding]
Her: Yesterday    it was red   [I’m surprised again]
Me: sexy, or like an old woman’s underwear?

[half an hour passes with her offline – this could be a shit test to see if I chase, bad internet, or she just has other things to do]

Her: hey  [She blinked first]
Me: don’t you “hey” me! 😀  [I like to tell girls off]
Her: lol
Me: did you finish cooking my dinner?  [frame her as my slave]
Her: not yet
Me: I want roast potatoes    with cheese    and gravy
Her: mais bien sur    :p
Me: no onion    no mushroom
Her: okay    :p
Me: I want red wine too    maybe you can sing while you cook
Her: if you like the rain    why not    :p
Me: Your internet is not good
Her: its my internet    its me
Me: you’re a crazy french girl    My mother warned me about girls like you  [frame her]
Her: what do you mean girl like me ?    and what did she tells you ?
Me: she said “be careful of dark brunette french gymnasts”   “they are sex maniacs”  [blame her for the sexualisation]
Her: MDRRRRR    its not true
Me: Yeah, those girls are not all sex maniacs    only you are
Her: we heard the same thing about    english girls
Me: English girls are always fucking    But they are fat 😦  [generalised sex talk]
Me: I prefer skinny girls. More fun to slap their ass
Her: dont be rude    ^^  [simple shit test]
Me: I’m a man. It’s normal    But I guess you are still a shy little girl  [don’t back down, frame her as the weird one]
Her: Probably  [neither acceptance nor rejection. so I back off the sexualisation]
Me: Anyway, you’re fun.    I like that  [time to get real and give her a reason I like her]
Her: lol
Me: I like girls who have energy and can joke around    it’s sexy  [SOIing her]
Her: thanks
Me: I’m going home now. My friends are cooking me a meal    Send me a text tomorrow and we’ll get a quick drink  [assume the sale]
Her: thats nice
Me: I’ve probably only got an hour spare  [FTC]
Her: I’ll thimk about it    okay  [= probably not, but I am above her attraction threshold]
Me: have a good evening    😉
Her: thanks    you too

Conclusions? She’s a maybe girl. There’s some obstacle somewhere whether it’s logistics, a boyfriend, insufficient attraction, whatever. She’s on the backburner for Long Game. With that much family in London she’ll be back. The important thing is she spent three hours chatting to me, investing, and re-opening. I’m now “the guy she talks to on facebook” and from this in lots of beautiful things can be built.

Vignettes from a harem – Frenchie

Recently [text game]

Me 10:43pm – Guess who is out with friends, talking about random stuff, and then suddenly thought about fucking you  [burst back into her attention sexually. She’s on the other side of the world so needs a strong maintenance pattern]
Her 11:06pm – Oh I hope it’s this sexy English guy… i like him a lot 😛 I might have dreamed of you fucking me under the shower, I’m not sure. I should go back to sleep for a few minutes and finish that dream….  [perhaps an IOI?]
Me 11:09pm – That might really happen.  [Short, almost threatening]
Her 11:13pm – Yeah 🙂 but I should warn you: I’m gonna think about it a lot until it happens for real…  [Something Ace taught me about douchebag game – give girls strong infrequent emotional spikes and then they”ll do all the hard work of falling in love with you during your absences]
Me 11:18pm – I’ll survive 😛
Her 11:24pm – I hope so… Don’t die before decembre (nor after) or I’ll be really sad 😉
Me 11:25pm – That’s so romantic. I think I have a tear in my eye.

Very sweet

Last week

Her 2:09pm – I’ve sent the photo to you on your phone… But it could be a while before you receive it. Let me know! [naked photo] Good weekend too, cinema with the australian guy on Friday night, shopping with two friends from class on saturday, and today I studied in a park. It was very sunny 🙂  [this is how betas romance girls. He’s not really a threat but I want to amog him nice and early to set the frame]
Me 2:31pm – Has he had the courage to kiss you yet?  [amog]
Her 2:33pm – Yes he did. But very quickly when I was about to get on the bus. I didn’t have time to react.  [there’s a lesson in k-closing there]
Me 2:40pm – Did you do it with tongues?
Her 2:43pm – No. He kissed me very very quickly, like a kiss on the cheek but on my mouth. I did not see it coming….
Me 2:47pm – Did he feel your tits?  [obviously he didn’t. I’m framing him as a pussy, trying to draw the alpha/beta contrast as sharp as possible]
Her 2:51pm – Ahaha no. He’s not like you 😛 he did nothing else but take my hand while I was about to get on the bus home, and give me this quick kiss…  [which hits]
Me 2:53pm – Were you disappointed?  [lead her state around him]
Her 2:55pm – No, I was surprised… Would it be possible that you’d be a bit jealous?  [reaction-seeking because she wants comfort]
Me 2:56pm – I told you before – only if he cums on your face.  [rebuff her first ask]
Her 3:22pm – … you should be. Seriously, you don’t care at all? Not cool. (have you received the photo by the way?)
Me 3:26pm – Didn’t get the photo – it needs to go to my hotmail. And yes, I do care. I don’t want you dating other men. You’re my girl. But also, I don’t want to control your life.  [snowflaking her, but this is honest stuff]
Her 3:36pm – And I don’t want to date other men. I want to date you. It makes me a bit sad that you’re fucking other girls, but I don’t want (anyway I can’t) to controle your life as well….  [accepts her role]

A few days ago

Me 11:15pm – Got your picture. I like it. Cute.  [reward]
Her 11:18pm – Ah cool 🙂 I think it woud look better if my hair was longer… But thank you!
Me 11:26pm – Yeah, longer is better. But I’d still fuck you the way it is.
Her 11:28pm – I was just thinking about you fucking me by the way…. 😉
Me 11:30pm – What a surprise :O you have a one-track mind…… krauserscockkrauserscockkrauserscock all day every day…
Her 11:35pm – That’s not true! I can control myself now 😛 last time I thought about that was a long time ago… and you can’t judge me! You’re always thinking about fucking.
Me 11:37pm – Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Her 11:49pm – He…! Go to bed 😛 ! Where are you?
Me 11:51pm – I’m at home. Just getting ready for bed.
Her 11:55pm – Cool. I’m just about to get up… Sleep well. And dream of me… but without the 4 or 5 other girls please 🙂
Me 11:57pm – I’ll try. Would be easier if I had the right photos….
Her 12:00am – You’ve had a photo just a few days ago! I’m not gonna send you everything in one time… Wait a bit 🙂

This morning [facebook chat]

Me 13:29 – brrrrrrrrrrrr
Her 13:29 – 😛     how are youuuu?
Me 13:30 – I’m good. Having coffee in starbucks. [with Thai] But have to go soon [to meet Finland]
Her 13:30 – oh ok, could I get a “goodbye” this time? 😉     eh I was in the opera house tonight again!
Me 13:32 – why opera house?
Her 13:32 – the australian guy had free tickets to see the symphony orchestra of Sydney     it was cool, but not as cool as the marriage of figaro
Me 13:35 – how is Beta Guy?  [amog]
Her 13:36 – ahaha     he’s fine     and now I really see what you mean by Beta/ Alpha guys     you’re much cooler… 🙂  [this is good for her. I explained it all very early in the relationship because she is clearly a badboy chaser in the making and it’ll ruin her]
Me 13:39 – haha     be nice to him     He’s probably a really kind guy  [amog]
Her 13:40 – yes he is     but I’m not like you… I don’t have number 1, number 2 etc.
I prefer having only one.     😛
Me 13:42 – good girl     +20 points  [reward acceptance of harem and amog frame]
Her 13:43 – I know… you should feel lucky to have me!     ^^
Me 13:47 – 😛
Her 13:47 – how is it going in Castle RSG by the way?
Me 13:47 – Brilliant
Her 13:47 – I suppose you’re having fun     !
Me 13:47 – My room is finished     We have a machine gun
Her 13:48 – cool!
Me 13:48 – But I have to go now
Her 13:48 – ok     have a good day then     🙂
Me 13:48 – goodbye
Her 13:48 – thank you!     😛     xxx

Cute french fan in Poland

Krakow again. Suave, Shammers and I are sitting in a street cafe on the main square having lunch. I’ve just ordered a pizza when this girl walks past. Camera on, give chase….

Learning points are:

0:12 – Never move your feet in the first minute if the girl’s momentum is still continuing, or else you’ll give off a creepy vibe and she’ll leave. Just plant the feet, turn your body if necessary, and keep talking.
0:40 – Note how far away she is. I didn’t follow so that calmed her fight-or-flight instinct. Now she’s laughing.
0:50 – I still haven’t killed her momentum so I keep plowing. She was about to accept the complement then walk off. I see this and ask another question to keep her there. You can feel her hindbrain is enjoying this even if the forebrain has somewhere else to go.
1:00 – She’s still wandering off but turned to face me and smiling. Classic forebrain-hindbrain conflict so I just have to keep ploughing and keep it playful.
1:07 – I reel her in by holding out a handshake and asking her name. It would seem socially retarded for her to not shake my hand now, so she comes back.
1:44 – Her English isn’t very good so it’s tougher to get her investing. I have to talk more than I’d like but whenever she talks I shut up and give her plenty of time to respond. It’s often tough to resist the urge to keep jabbering on.
2:01 – The first classic IOI but it’s already obvious from her smile that she’s enjoying this. Her nerves are due to the situation and her English, not the idea of talking to me.
2:46 – Very simple sentence structure and basic vocabulary. The vibe is doing the attraction work so I don’t need to overcomplicate it with fancy talk.
3:04 – She’s investing through body language. Would she do this if she wanted to leave?
3:35 – If you don’t find this girl adorable by now, you are clearly homosexual. She’s a perfect example of how a feminine vibe can boost an otherwise unremarkable girl into “I’d love to facefuck her” territory.
3:41 – Personalise the interaction to her. Avoid generalisations about places and interests.
3:52 – I’m having to guide her through the language and suggest vocabulary.
4:15 – I eye-fucking the shit out of her by now.
4:30 – Note how well she holds eye contact while her gestures are open. That’s the eye-fucking at play.
5:08 – She’s in a mild sexual state now. Check out the hand movement.
5:26 – Consider the difference between her at the beginning and now. Killing momentum is crucial.
5:45 – Slower and deeper vocal tone.
6:15 – I think the language barrier is giving her doubts.
6:43 – After getting her email I try again for the number. Rebuffed but no harm in trying. My value with the hindbrain is still good even though her forebrain appears to have a rule about giving her number to men she doesn’t know.
7:20 – Oops!
7:41 – I’ve completely lost the vibe with this new girl and I’ve also realised she’s not hot. Starting to regret opening her.

The Facebook defibrilator shocks HB French Fan back to life

This set had started with a ton of promise before logistics intervened and it faded away to nothing. There was no set-ending blow out so really it has just gone cold and needed warming up. So this delightful girl is moved to the Long Game pile and facebook is revved up.

18:44 Me -oh, it’s you….  [tease opener]
18:47 Her – Oooh right, that’s me.;D    Hello.{;    Or tather, bonsoir.{;    rather*   [that’s a pretty invested response. Gonna be easy to be playfull]
18:48 Me – !!!!! :O    What you doing now?
18:48 Her – Chatting with my roommate.{; You?  [hmmm, might need to keep this short]
18:50 Me – finished a book  [draw the question. She’s an educated sort, so probably into books]
18:51 Her – Oooh what book?{;  
18:51 Me – A big one. Long words. No pictures    Not sure you’d understand  [tease – still need to do attraction]
18:51 Her – >;D Oh really? Do I like quite stupid, not to understand it?  [playing along, mild shit test to see if I backtrack and reassure her]
18:53 Me – The Fountainhead    by Ayn Rand  [ignore test]
18:54 Her – I’ll check this up.{;<    Why does it interested you much?  [nice IOI but perhaps she’s just trying to make me carry the conversation]
18:56 Her – interest* sorry my mistakes, in a hurry writing always makes me write stupid things.;D  [or perhaps not, she’s willing to work at this]
18:56 Me – It’s kinda funny    in a cute way   [deflect question and tease by putting her in a little girl position]
18:57 Her – Oh, then it’s oukey, I guess.{;    I’m really sorry for not being able to have a cup of coffee with you, my phone bill was dead, and as I am a student, you know, not a great thing, and parents, and gone to Palanga,no possibilities.;s     [she’s apologising, that’s good. I never brought up the flake so she must feel a bit guilty / disappointed, like she has to keep on the right side of me. Good IOI]
18:59 Me – no probs    I might be back in Vilnius again    I’ll let you know    [no big deal, hold out a carrot]
19:00 Her – Sure thing, anyway, someday we’ll meet again, that’s for sure, it always happens so in my life.;DD    Eventualities, that’s what I mean magic.{;<    [it’s playful but I read the subtext as she really does want to meet sometime. If she was just killing time she wouldn’t bother future projecting and writing it in an interesting manner]
19:01 Me – heh    When are you visiting London?    [plant the seed]
19:01 Her – Ooooh don’t know yet, someday.;D    [fertile soil, but will need time to reap what i sow]
19:08 Me – Gotta go    Talk later    [this isn’t going anywhere yet and I don’t want to overstay my welcome]
19:08 Her – Sure.{{;    See you, Krauser.    [nice she used my name]

Ooh la la

I leave it another week. There’s no timeframe on this so no need to push too hard too fast. Then I catch her online again. She’s obviously a playful sort so I max out that angle;

14:59 Me – Frenchie    [bold, reference to her interests]
15:01 Her – Bonsoir.;D    [accepting the “our world” frame]
15:02 Me – Je ne parlez not the french    pas    [playful]
15:02 Her – ;D Same here, haha.
15:05 Me – still in Vilnius?
15:06 Her – Suuure, I’m studying here.;D
15:07 Me – BOOOOOOORING!!!!    [just being the dumbass]
15:11 Her – It’s not. B} I love talking, so here;s the possibility to do it for all day long. B}
15:12 Me – Oh, you’re a talker?    oh no! What have I gotten myself into……    [frame her as luring me into a trap, the subtext of which obviously means she is chasing me]
15:14 Her – >;D Mhaha no way out, a real maze.   [accepting frame and playing with it]
15:15 Me – !    [reduce my energy, see if she carries it]
15:16 Her – No turning back. {;<
15:17 Me – I’m no push-over    I know how to fight back!    [exactly what it says on the tin]
15:18 Her – >;D Oh really? How?    [nice, she wants me invested too]
15:18 Me – Pushes    Shoves    Grunts    Slaps    Grabbing    [very clear double meaning]
15:19 Her – Mhahahah, ouhouhou, whole armory.;D    [not rejecting it]
15:20 Me – If you continue to be naughty….    I’ll put you over my knee, and spank your naughty bum    then send you to the naughty corner    [slip into a sexual frame, with me as the boss]
15:21 Her – ;DDD Mhaha, no way, I’m not naughty at all.{;<    That’s only your imagination.    And noone will tell me what to do, never. >;}    [token resistance]
15:22 Me – shhhhhhhhh! little girl     [come right over the top with Dad Power]
15:23 Her – >;D I’m not that little, and believe me, I have more power, than average man in his 20-30s {;<    [qualifying herself, playfully]
15:24 Me – shhhhhhhh!    [showing I don’t back down, getting her back up a little]
15:25 Her – Stop it, or else I’ll punish you.;D    [I like where this is going, she’s emotionally invested]
15:25 Me – How? Stamp your little feet and shake your little fists?    [neg, show her I don’t take her seriously]
15:26 Her – It’s good that you think isthis way, this means you won’t be ready for any attack I will make.{;<    [a little exasperated, which is where I want her – in the submissive crouch]
15:27 Me – I’m gonna check your facebook photos now    See if I can find any silly ones    [snip thread]
15:27 Her – ;D What for?
15:28 Me – to laugh at    😛    [tease]
15:28 Her – >;DD Oh yes? Feel free, I don’t mind if someone laughs at me, but you won’t even imagine how i will laugh at your photos >;DDDD Just kidding.;D    [she enjoys the back and forth but is being careful not to offend me, thus she hopes this will continue – a good IOI]
15:29 Me – I’m putting up some new ones today
[dropped connection on my side]

It sucks that I couldn’t end the chat properly but there’s no loss of value in just binning the chat at the end of a thread. She wants more.

Sometimes there’s not enough days in a week – HB French Fan

I’m out with Jambone daygaming in Lithuan….. oh whatever. Just watch the video.

0:46 – Gentle tease on her shoes that doesn’t hit, so I just plough through
1:04 – Joke on the similar spelling of philology and philosophy. She doesn’t get it, so just plough through. It’s ok because her momentum is always thoroughly killed already
1:17 – Personalise the interaction to her. It’s always “how did you”, “what do you think”
1:30 – Leg movement and rapport laughter shows how much she is enjoying this
1:48 – Qualifying herself
1:55 – Drive by DHV about Tokyo
2:02 – Personalising the interaction about her hopes and dreams so she invests
2:19 – Her body language shows strong investment
2:59 – DHV about Paris and my high value lifestyle
3:40 – Painting an emotionally evocative picture with my words that takes her out of her world and into a fantasy rich with colours, smells and fun
4:26 – In-joke about Jambon because Jambone is filming this
5:11 – DHV about leading my friends on a beach holiday
6:14 – Notice how much familiarity we have after just six minutes. She’s completely relaxed with me
6:25 – Qualifying her
6:57 – Always personalise, always playful. Note how invested her body language is with full body twitching
7:45 – Rapport
8:08 – Leg twitch shows her pussy tingle
8:27 – Preselection DHV
9:10 – Make her conscious that this is a man talking to a woman
9:33 – Finally, I ask her name. Almost ten minutes in.

0:20 – Much lowered sexual vocal tone and eye contact
1:30 – Photo routine because to get to the photo I show her I have to browse through a few high value photos first. I don’t dwell on them, it’s just a teaser of my interesting life
2:20 – Preselection about the other Lithuanian girl
2:35 – Mild NLP
2:55 – Finally I give a statement of interest before the number close. She’s already given a time constraint so no point going for the instant date. I mute lots of the sound from here because it takes ages to get the number and facebook right.

I move on to more sets but I’m pleased with this one. She was a strong hook right from the beginning and her body language was so good I could move into rapport very quickly so she’s solid. Unfortunately logistics on her side get in the way. Text game ensues:

10/09 4:58pm Me – Is this French Fan? The slightly cute, slightly fun girl who owes Krauser a coffee (white americano, no sugar)
5:36pm Her – Yes, yes, the same one! The one addicted to France {;
6:29pm Her – By the way, you had disappeared, so the coffee is left for the future {;
6:31pm Me – Haha. We’ll do it tomorrow
11/09 12:30pm Me – Mornin’! Let’s get that coffee this afternoon. is 3pm good?
1:10pm Her – Hello, Krauser. I’m truly sorry, but today parents are coming, you know missed me and want to see if I’m alive still, and I can’t come ;I
1:19pm Me – No problem. Family is more important
1:20pm Her – They’d simply go mad, if they come and see that French Fan doesn’t care about it {;

Definitely a Krauser girl

I send a couple more texts over the next five days but no responses. I write it off as a dead set but them a week after I get back to London I add her to Facebook and she accepts. Clearly this set requires lots more attraction work.

I bang my first French teenager

I arrive in Gare du Nord at lunchtime and it’s full of fucking Frenchmen. I endure long enough to reach my hotel so I can have a bath and a nap. Frenchie finishes work at 4pm and comes to my hotel. There’s no messing around. After half an hour preamble I bang her. She’s massively up for it. As lays go there’s nothing unusual or technically proficient about it but it’s a helluva lot of fun – cute shy feminine 18 yr old girls don’t find their way to my bedroom often enough. We talk a little and she reveals I’m the fourth man she’s ever kissed and only the second she’s ever banged. Hmmm. We go out for the evening to eat and I play mindgames with her. We are sitting in an Indian restaurant and start a people watching game with the two couples near us, taking turns to comment on their body language.

I explain to her the pussy tingle leg cross, then I trigger it by eye fucking her and doing NLP to raise her buying temperature. When she realises I’ve just led her into it she blushes and laughes shyly. Then I triangle-gaze her and she licks her lips unconsciously. I say “you are thinking about kissing” and she’s shocked that I knew. Then I explain the trick. She’s loving my total mastery over her buying temperature and for trick three I eye-fuck her into another pussy tingle. She’s got the full-on doggy dinner bowl look now.

Next day I pull the Korean and then meet Frenchie back at the hotel and bang her again. We go out for night sightseeing in Paris and it’s just like a proper date. My last full day I see the Korean again then meet Frenchie for another date and this time get her to deliver her first ever blowjob back at my hotel. I’m trying to think of technical learning points from the close but there aren’t any really – all of the hard work was done in London, after that I just had to not fuck up. A lovely girl.

I felt an unwelcome twinge of guilt in turning out such a nice young girl so I gave her a long lecture on the dangers of men like me and warned her not to fall in love, though she probably will anyway. As Suave would say: “I think I’m gonna break her heart….. oh well, that’s what we do.”

Covid Travel Fuckabout

You all remember the Steve McQueen classic The Great Escape, right? If you haven’t seen that perhaps you’ve at least seen Escape To Victory. The six years of World War 2 were dark days, as the whole of humanity was under the cosh. Looking back now, the war seems absolutely insane. What on earth were our leaders thinking? Why did all of white Christian Europe fight each other when we could’ve easily just ganged up on the rest of the world? Imagine the Wehrmacht teaming up with the British and French Armies to kick the fuck out of Turkey. Wouldn’t that have been glorious? We could’ve kept going, all the way to China.

Imagine a world without China. Doesn’t that sound beautiful?

But no. The big daft cunts had to fight each other with the predictable result of surrendering half of Europe to communism and laying the foundation to surrender the rest to a flood of unarmed Africans sixty years later. What a shit show.

Speaking of shit shows, let me tell you about my own great escape. This is the inspiring story of one plucky freedom fighter’s daring breakout from Gulag Britain at the peak of Covid bullshit.

I recently expressed an interest in getting the fuck out of Britain before Boris instituted a blanket travel ban or mandatory Bill Gates “vaccinations”. My primary concern [1] was the UK turning into Australia and trapping its citizens for a whole year [2] so I decided to beat it. As Robert De Niro’s character says in Heat, never have anything you can’t leave behind in thirty seconds if you feel the heat coming around the corner. Belgrade is still mostly open. Restaurants, cafes, shops, gyms and so on are operating as normal until 8pm. You only need a 48-hour PCR test to enter. No special permits or citizens-only bullshit. I like Belgrade. I’ve got stuff going on there. So, Belgrade it was to be. I booked a ticket by KLM to fly from Newcastle on January 11th. It was an eye-watering £320 one-way but beggars can’t be choosers. Most flights are discontinued right now.

Four days beforehand, KLM sends me an email saying I need a negative PCR test no older than 72 hours to pass through Amsterdam (even in transit) and of course I already know it’s 48 hours for Serbia. No problem. I get an NHS PCR test and proudly hold the negative result email.

On the day of the flight I check-in at 4am for a 6am flight, having stayed up all night. My dad dropped me off because the Metro isn’t running and there are no taxis anymore because no-one travels or goes out, because everything is locked down in Tier 4 Newcastle. Two Colombian girls ahead of me in the queue are sent home because Colombia announced the day before that anybody who has been in UK in the past 14 days is banned entry to Colombia, even it’s own citizens. No tests, no isolation. Not even allowed in. They are rather distraught as it’s the first they’ve heard of it. Two other people are refused entry for reasons I don’t yet know.

Not this hot, not by a long way

It’s looking ominous for Krauser but I know Belgrade hasn’t barred entry and I’ve met all the requirements in the KLM email. I pass my passport across the counter and get out my email certificate.
“Oh, we don’t accept NHS tests,” says the KLM check in assistant. “New policy, a week ago.”
“You didn’t tell anyone,” I retort. “Your email says PCR test. This is a PCR test.”
“It’s policy.”

I’m refused boarding. I get talking to a sailor who works in Norway who was refused boarding for the same reason. Another two after me suffer the same fate. KLM specifically exclude the NHS test but didn’t inform their customers. Cunts. I borrow the sailor’s phone to get my dad out of bed to pick me up [3] or I’d have been stranded at 4am in sub-zero weather.

Three hours of sleep then I get on the phone to sort it out. KLM customer support confirms the no-NHS policy then tell me Air Serbia hold the ticket so I have to call them. Air Serbia said under my ticket terms I must pay a £150 rebooking fee plus the additional fare rate, quoting me £500 for a one-way ticket on Thursday (on top of the £320 I already paid). No thank you. I go to my travel agent, Opodo, who keep me on hold two hours before telling me I have to go back to Air Serbia to get the rebooking fee waived.

I spent all day on the phone. Finally I sent an email to Air Serbia with attachments of my test and the KLM email, then finally get to bed. I wake up the next morning to find Air Serbia agree with me and have waived the fee. I get back on the blower and rebook for Monday 18th. Same flight, same price, one week later.

You’d think that’s the end of the drama. Oh no!

I need a private PCR test within 48 hours of arrival. It’s a six-hour total flight, so gotta be within 42 hours of departure. Now, the clinics only guarantee delivery of test results within 48 hours, though 24 hours is realistic. So, I try to get an appointment. There is only one clinic in the North East open on Saturday and its final appointment of the day is 10:45. I’m due to arrive in Belgrade 12:30, or 11:30 UK time. So, that appointment would render my test 45 minutes out of date. There are no Sunday appointments (and likely result wouldn’t arrive in time for check-in).

There’s no wiggle room. The clinic won’t wait the 45 minutes longer, and said the system would put appointment time on the certificate. So, there is nowhere to get a private test.

I chat a bit to the clinic receptionist and she tells me all the local clinics send their samples to a laboratory in Barnard Castle. That’s a tiny scenic village at the south of County Durham, about 80 minutes drive from my house. Obviously there are no trains or buses there. “I think they allow you to test at the laboratory itself,” she says.

The only test centre open after 11am on Saturday

I check online, find the clinic, and yes they offer a click-n-collect service 24/7. I get support on live chat and they assure me they’ll be open on Saturday and results usually take 24 hours. I book a kit online and strong-arm my dad to agree to drive me down. That problem seems solved. That’s Tuesday evening. I go to bed at least reasonably confident everything is squared away.

Then I’m talking to Roy Walker. He just got to Cape Town.

“Mate, I got stopped by an undercover cop at Boarding in Heathrow. She was asking me where I’m going and the purpose of my trip. You’re not allowed to leave the UK for holiday. You need a business reason.”
“Did you have one?”
“Yeah, my mate there wrote me a letter asking for an engineering quote. I told the cop it was a business development trip. She bought it.”

So I spent Wednesday sorting out my bullshit cover story for travel. On Thursday I go walkies with Brooding Sea in the city centre. Just as I’m about to get the bus home I get an email from KLM. My Monday flight is cancelled. The square-headed Dutch government bastards have just banned all flights in and out of the country, it says. Fuck. I rush home and call up Air Serbia to arrange a refund. While the phone is still on hold I open Sky Scanner and desperately search options. The only non-KLM flights are out of Luton and Heathrow. There’s a good direct Air Serbia flight at Sunday lunchtime and….. there are two seats left. I book without even waiting for Air Serbia customer support to pick up about my existing Monday ticket. At least now I’ll be taking the PCR test on Friday.

I need to get to London. There are only four trains each day and none of them arrive early enough to catch the flight. So I buy a ticket for the day before. I’ll have to spend Saturday night at a friend’s house in London. I call Xants who offers me his spare room but adds, “you might not want it, because my flatmate literally has Covid right now and is in isolation in his room.” That wouldn’t bother me but there’s a fair chance I’d not get to board the flight and have to return to Newcastle, where I’m staying with two parents who are in the legitmate Covid risk demographic. I try another pal and his landlord isn’t even allowing his girlfriend to come over, due to bullshit Covid fears. Finally, Big Baldie offers me his floor.

“Don’t have a sofa. Don’t even have a lounge, mate,” he adds.

I take it and then order a click-n-collect sleeping bag from Argos for £10, to collect on my way back from the lab on Friday. It’s at that moment that KLM sends me a new email implying the Monday flight is still on, and this entire Heathrow rigmarole might be unnecessary. But, the money is already spent and I really don’t trust the squareheads to fly on Monday. At least now KLM has added a line to the email saying they don’t accept NHS tests. They must’ve had a lot of angry customers over that.

This exact model

Friday comes and it’s heavy snow. There is one road to Barnard Castle, over the moors. There’s heavy fog and visibility is severely restricted. At any moment we expected to come onto Road Closed signs that would force us to call off the entire trip. Luckily, we get there. I take the test in the lab car park, under heavy snow, then get some fish and chips. The test is timed to be valid for the Sunday Heathrow flight. It will have expired by Monday morning’s Newcastle flight (if it’s even on).

On the way home through the moors, I get a message from Salman. it’s a screen cap of newspaper headline that Boris has just announced a travel ban starting 4am Monday morning- two hours before I was due to leave. Sunday is now Last Chance Saloon. Now I’m concerned [4] that the worst-case Aussie situation will play out: total travel ban from UK. While sitting in the car as my dad drives through the fog I search Skyscanner for ANY country that (i) will let me in, and (ii) isn’t crazy expensive to fly to at short notice, and (iii) flies on Sunday.

Nearly all the orange is functionally red anyway. Map is even redder if you open it from UK

The entire EU is ruled out because citizens or residence permit holders only. Most of the rest of the world too for the same reasons. It looks like Latvia is open and it’s £13 from Edinburgh on Ryanair. I book that before it disappears and figure to check when I get home. I get home and read the newspaper sites. Ah, Boris didn’t ban all flights. He just ended the travel corridors through which people can enter the UK without isolation. Still, the papers say many flights will now be cancelled due to onerous new requirements. You can fucking bet KLM will be one of them. It turns out Latvia wouldn’t let me in anyway, so that option was a false hope.

I have a brainwave over night. This is a chance to set up a satisfactory fall-back plan if London-Belgrade falls through: Go to Russia. My business visa to Russia expires on 1st Feb and the governments ban on UK nationals entering the country expires on the 15th. It’s the fifteenth right now. I could fly as early as tomorrow, spend a week or so in Moscow, then take one of the convienient Moscow-Belgrade flights into Serbia. Problem solved!

I’d even have a solid business case for leaving the UK and a business visa to back it up.

So the next morning I call my visa contact and ask him: do I need extra days on my visa after my stay (like you do with a passport expiry) or can I remain in Russia until literally the last day?
“You can stay until the very last day no problem,” he answers. “But, this morning the Russian government extended their ban on UK nationals until Feb 1st. You cannot enter until then.”
“My visa expries on Feb 1st.”

So, it all came down to catching a train to London. There were engineering works on the line making the usual sub-3 hour journey now take 5 hours, via Cambridge on slower, shitter lines. If anything goes wrong with my train, I can’t get to London, and therefore can’t get out the UK. Just before bedtime, Xants sends me a screencap of the overnight weather forecasts. Heavy snow and sub-zero temperature: the kind of weather that leads to train cancellations. He seems to find it amusing. As I fall asleep I can hear heavy snow and wind thudding against my windows.

I wake up to bright, clear weather. The snow has already cleared. I hop on to Trainline Live Service Updates relieved to see all four trains are on time. My PCR test comes back and I print it out. I’m ready! My dad drops me off in town and now I’m wondering if the Covid police are gonna give me shit boarding the train. Nope, it’s a breeze. I get to London on time.

I check Kings Cross underground station for service updates and I’m dismayed to see the Piccadilly Line to Heathrow is suspended due to engineering work. Literally nothing in this trip is going to plan! I must get a bus to Paddington and then the Heathrow Express. I spend the evening walking around Camden with Big Baldie then get a reasonable night’s sleep. He walks me to the bus stop at 9am and I’m off to Heathrow.

Now I was just hoping I hadn’t misread the Serbia entry restrictions (or they hadn’t changed overnight) and that the Covid cops wouldn’t interrogate me. The Air Serbia staff, bless them, barely glanced at my certificate. I could’ve written my own in crayon for all they cared. They never asked the purpose of my visit. I took my boarding pass with great relief and this was the first time in a week I believed I might actually succeed in my travel plans.

I didn’t see any Covid cops. I spent £4 on a copy of the Financial Times and rolled it under my arm when walking to the gate, just to look a bit more business-trip-like. There were no questions. The last hurdle was Serbian immigration but they too just checked my PCR test and let me in on the usual visa.

Thank fuck for that!

So, what a drama. I got an email that same day from KLM confirming they had indeed cancelled the Monday flight. So, it had been London or nothing all along.

This is all very interesting I’m sure but has nothing to do with shagging hot birds. Daygame Overkill, however, has everything to do with picking up and shagging birds. It’s the best video instructional available. Buy it now from this link or be a fag forever.

[1] Concern, not fear. I’m fuckin’ rock, so I don’t fear anything or anyone.
[2] Like my Aussie pal Joe who has been locked down all year and has to entertain himself my smashing up his house under the guise of “renovations”.
[3] High value.
[4] Just concerned, mind you. Not frightened.