Same old story – I’m out in Covent Garden doing some day-creeping. My vibe is still shitty but I hook a pretty good two set. The target, Persia, is an adorable dark-complexioned 20 year old who responds nicely in a innocent girly manner. I open telling them they are London’s most obvious tourists and if I was a mugger I’d choose them as easy meat. Technically it’s notable only for how I bring in my wing and then do a double-bounce. My wing pretty much let me run the whole set myself so just notice how I keep coming back to him with eye contact and to solicit agreement so he doesn’t bleed too much value with being quiet.

She accepts the Facebook add the same evening but doesn’t appear online the same time as me until a few days later when I strike it up with this….

Me: she’s checking me out…….
Her: what?    😀    what have I done now?
Me: what HAVEN’T you done?    causing trouble all through England    heh 😀    I’m going boxing soon    what you doing?
Her: I have been in England now for 6 days, what are you going to say then in 5 months?? 😀    I am causing trouble in england    you have already said it    ;D    I am going to a pub with some germans and an american guy I had met in the hostel    🙂
Me: you still in London?    I told the Queen about you. She said you have to leave
Her: HAHA you are sooo funny    😛    by the way, I am a very saracastic person    😉    😀    I am getting ready now, when are you going to fly to Turkey?    So, goodbye, I have to go now 😀 bye :-*

I’ve decided I’m gonna play a modified social circle game for this. Bring her out socially when I’m with friends and then slow burn her with passive DHVs.

I really can’t figure out if I’m a total cunt or actually a straight-shooting guy of hgh integrity. Witness the following chat with a 19-year old virgin I dated in Croatia, Mouse. Pretty much everything I’m doing is grossly inappropriate and yet she continues to facebook stalk me. I’ve done some heavy ploughing in earlier chats to get her naked photos. I think my frame will be the one last standing when the dust settles. Everything I say in this chat is both factually and spiritually true.

on the "to do" list

Her: Back in London?  [she always opens me when she catches me online]
Me: Nope    Last day in Istanbul  [DHV lifestyle] It’s been fun but I’m tired, looking forward to going home  [I f-closed my Russian infiltrator]
Her: How about [Russian catwalk model]?
Me: She’s gone back today    So I’m free again
Her: ..but you’re with her again?    I mean, you didn’t actually broke up with her?    break*  [I’ve told Mouse all about it]
Me: It’s complicated
Her: …it always is with you  [she has invested alot of emotional energy in understanding the mystery of Krauser]
Me: But we aren’t properly dating. I decided I don’t want that    She wants me to guide her sexually, to experience different things  [Pre-selection, I’m the chooser, I’m able to turn down beautiful women, and of course I’m framing this virgin to be led by me on a sexual journey]
Her: And you have problems with that??
Me: Not really    The problem is while she was in [her country], she fell in love with me
Her: So, what’s the problem then?
Me: well, maybe not love, but definitely an extreme infatuation    Whereas Im’ not very serious
So I had to slow her down   [more DHVing]
Her: Okay, you are the one who wanted to date her, only her, as you said. So, why would you even want to slow her down??
Me: Because I only want to date her, not marry her    I’ve broken a few hearts before by allowing girls to get too into me    I don’t want to do it to her   [DHVing on being a nice person]
Her: You changed your profile picture?
Me: Yeah, do you like it?
Her: What is that??
Me: It is Bingo from the Banana Splits TV show    I used to watch it as a child. He’s my favourite character   [comfort]
Her: …I don’t know
Me: [link to video]

Her: I only know about that Banana split dessert…    Anyway, I still don’t remember why would you turn down the girl who’s in love with you. You should be glad at least someone cares about you….    understand, not remember*   [she really wants to talk about this]
Me: I don’t want to lead her along a path    what are you wearing?   [I always snip threads with this line. It’s so beautifully inappropriate]
Her: Do you even know how some girls/women are trying hard for some guy just to notice them???  [probably meaning Mouse]
Me: I know    But [Russian catwalk model] is a catwalk model. She doesn’t have trouble finding guys  […. yet she fell for me = I am special]
Her: …whatever    You just don’t actually care about any girl    …at all   [projecting her own feelings about me and Mouse]
Me: Quite the opposite    I care about [Russian catwalk model], so I don’t want her to get hurt by investing too much emotion in me
Her: That doesn’t make any sense. If you really liked her, you would want her to like you the same way, or even more. People are selfish, that’s the fact.
Me: No    I’m not looking for a long term relationship  [frame my behaviour and the prospects for Mouse] So I can’t allow her to fall for me    or she’ll be hurt    It’s really quite simple    I’m surprised your pea-sized brain doesn’t understand  [douchebag!]
Her: You know, that way you’ll never find someone to settle down with…    Asshole!!!  [IOI]
Me: thank you    😉    I have to go play games now  [Girls are not a high priority in my life, and I set the time limits on my chats] I’ll be online later
Her: whatever   [hurt pride]
Me: you can send me a naked photo    bye    😉   [grossly inappropriate]

Girls are rendered immobile by radical honesty. It’s hardwired into them to try to connect with the real identity of the man, and because most men hide their identity and try to engage in impression management, being able to show your identity is a huge DHV. Thus the number of girls who have allowed me to say the most inappropriate (but sincere) things and just taken it in their stride. In this case I’m playing a contrast game between the cocky asshole and the sincere nice guy. It’s a true reflection of my actual character.

I’m out on Friday doing some street game. I’m horribly hung over from the night before and run down from six consecutive nights of drinking. My vibe is weak – you’ll see everything in this video is just a bit “off”. But whatever, I might as well grind it out and see if the gods of pickup throw a cute girl my way. Here’s my last set of the day when I’d already decided to make my way home. Nothing special. My camera ran out of power just as I got the Facebook.

Here is a late night Facebook chat I had with one of my many Lithuanian targets. We met in September and had a disastrous date that made me strongly dislike her. Not even a kiss close. After a month where she was completely screened out I decide on a whim to add her to facebook.

Since then we’ve had dozens of chats and I actually like the girl now, as a person. We’ve built strong rapport and she had agreed to fuck me in January but then logistics intervened. Since then she’s gone back to playing a coy “chase me, chase me” game as you’ll see here. She’s definitely a validation junkie but [without going into biographical details] she’s a giving person with a heart of gold.

with Rationalisation included

So I come home late from a social event RSG put on to celebrate Wonka‘s arrival. Here’s how it goes.

Me – you should go to bed  [order her about]
Her – :))))and u???   [she loves being ordered, this is her typical response]
Me – I just came home from a party
Her – how was the party?
Me – great    we had a good room    lots of friends  [never stop DHVing]
Her – u should go to bed..what are u doing now?
Me – eating noodles    what are you wearing?  [standard stuff, make it sexual]
Her – I am wearing noodles..and nothing more:))))   [she’s always coming up with deft ways to deflect the sexuality before she finally accepts talking about it, a common pattern]
Me – Boo    I don’t wanna fuck you anymore    [willingness to walk away, playfully]
Her – oh no Niki..why not????:((((
Me – noodles make you dirty and messy    I want a clean fresh girl    [I have standards, but again in a playful frame]
Her – noodles are very sexy…u can eat them from girls body..mmm   [she wants to draw me in for more validation]
Me – Not yours    Where’s my photos?    [She’s had enough from me. She’d promised me sexy photos but hasn’t sent any]
Her – I am making them…and where are mine?
Me – you first    [I’d rather not get them than lose the frame]
Her – I am going to sleep…bye Niki..:))    [yeah…..right. Too clumsy. I’m not falling for that one]
Me – ok    [don’t pander to her whims]
Her – You need to promise to show me one day your girls pictures ..that would be very interesting to see:)))    [this is luring me into saying yes, which would guarantee I never get hers]
Me – all pictures are private    I will give you something good, from me  [true. I don’t post up girl’s naked photos]
Her – I want to party..right now..and I have big problems sleeping..maybe u know how to sleep???
Me – masturbate    [keep it sexual, keep hammering the frame]
Her – I tried..won’t help..smoking, drinking also not..but really it’s a very serious problem   [no problem talking about the fact she masturbates]
Me – get a taxi to the airport. get a flight to london    come here    suck my cock    then I’ll fuck you so hard you nearly die    and you’ll sleep for days   [hammer the frame]
Her – I don’t have a money for a taxi    [deft evasion, but not actual rejection. She wants the validation of me trying to fuck her, but neither wants to give it up easily nor have me decide it’ll never happen and turn my attention to another girl]
Me – Sell a kidney   [so I definitely don’t offer to buy her taxi]
Her – do u know somebody that needs one???or two??
Me – no    I’ll pay you £5 for a naked photo    £10 for a photo of you masturbating    that should be enough for a taxi    you need to pay for the flight yourself   [value for value – heh]
Her – cash or credit card?????
Me – paypal   [don’t always give straight answers]
Her – don’t have an account   [she’s seeing how hard I’ll try to get her to London, even though it’s just a game]
Me – then you’ll have to accept insomnia    those were my only 2 ideas   [my limit is reached]
Her – i will go fucking crazy..in last week I slept five hours…
Me – I’m sorry for you. My only solution is fucking
Her – You know today I agree with u..that is the only thing that I haven’t tried..tomorrow I need to find a guy..thank u for the idea    [clumsy attempt to make me jealous]
Me – thank me when you get a good night’s sleep   [not fazed]
Her – ok..we will see..I have been exercising for the last two hours..if sport doesn’t work sex definitely will help..
Me – cool    I’m going to bed now    [It’s late, I’m not gonna be drawn into conversation just to keep her entertained]
Her – boo for leaving me alone..ok,have a nice dream about me:)))
Me – 😉
Her – 😉

Something Jimmy said the other day, among his many aphorisms, while I was in a long facebook chat with the Spanish exotic dancer:

“You just have to keep your frame until hers crumbles”

The main subtext to this is I am battering against her frame while protecting mine. Eventually there’ll be a point where the “Krauser fucks Hamster” meme is so ingrained into the conversation that she just folds her cards and does it. She’s been thinking about it for months now.

Here’s more grist for the mill. I’ll give myself 7/10 for technique. I post it here mainly as a compare-and-contrast with the previous post. It shows very clearly how different sets can be depending on how much the language barrier gets in the way.

0:11 – I pegged her for a girl likely to give the defensive “no speaky english” initial response so I went in soft and slow
0:26 – She’s not flightly at all despite the conversation having barely started. I’m starting to think she’s a high esteem girl. The situation helped – she was just ambling along the riverside with nothing better to do
0:28 – Realising she’s Japanese I know dropping some Jap language on her will hook really easily but I have to make sure I back out into English so she is competing in my sport. If I’d stayed in Japanese it would be too try-hard, would relax her too much, and would frame her as more competent than me.
0:46 – Mostly I’m working the energy levels here. Bringing them right down to lull her to sleep.
0:51 – An easy tease about her being a country bumpkin
1:09 – Nice head tilt and question from her. She’s warming to this.
1:12 – So I do a light compliance test. I don’t actually touch her because that subcommunicates try-hard. Instead I’m trying to lead her to do it herself upon my direction.
1:20 – Strong steady eye contact from her so soon. It’s not sexual yet, it’s simple high-esteem focus. She’s seeing what I have.
1:39 – I don’t need to speak so slow. It’s all about the subcommunication in vocal tone, speed and energy.
2:22 – When the language is difficult but the girl is hooked, it’s important to have the subcommunication of “we can still figure this out and talk” rather than “oh no! this is an insurmountable obstacle and it’ll never go anywhere”. You can fuck girls who can barely speak to you.
2:36 – Eye contact is starting to get flirty. Everything with high esteem girls is subtle.
3:24 – I’m getting her to open up about herself so I be quiet and let her talk
4:01 – Our energies are well matched. I took a gamble that she was chill and low energy and it paid off.
4:50 – Jump on the ninja theme to get the vibe more playful and away from the basic facts of her life. Do a little fantasy.
5:57 – I’m talking over her a little bit throughout the set. That’s a mistake. It was the first one of the day so I’m still warming up.
6:09 – Now that I’ve mentioned her hair in her face a few times, she’s holding her hand up to stop it happening again. She’s also staying talking despite it being pretty cold and windy. Girls will tolerate lots of discomfort in order to stay in a conversation with a man they like. This is an IOI.
6:51 – The language barrier is hobbling any chance of getting playful with nuance, puns and other verbal playing (unlike the video in the previous post – she was a native speaker so that whole world of verbal jousting was opened up). Thus I’m keeping this simple and working the non-verbals
7:05 – I’m pretty sure her character is such that these attempts at playful rapport would hit if she actually understood english better.
7:38 – Falling back onto non-verbal leading
8:00 – It seems like I always find a way to get my boyhood into sets
8:40 – Still holding her hair out from her face, and with such a cute look. I very much want to violate this girl.
8:44 – Demanding she does things for me.
9:00 – “I don’t believe you” is a great line to drop into a set. You are defiant. A challenge.
9:15 – Putting ourselves on the same team against the world as a rapport-builder. I stand next to her like we are a couple standing against the river of people flowing past.
9:53 – IOI
10:15 – So girly. She’s screened in
10:43 – This is funny in Japanese
11:10 – Reframe the instant-date fail as my business and go for the number.
11:36 – I get girls to hold my gloves while I numberclose. It helps subcommunicate that I don’t feel like I’m getting lucky and winning a number.
13:08 – I realise I haven’t verbally SOIed her in the approach so I give her an overt verbalisation of why I like her and want to take the number.

Sometimes hitting on girls is just a numbers game. You try and increase your percentages but at the end of the day, you are playing percentages. Sometimes you put the money on red and the ball spins and rests on black.

Here’s an example of a technically solid set where I could just sense the girl wasn’t quite there despite her enjoying the interaction and opening up. Notice her occasional glances behind me. And sure enough, my feel that there was a barrier turned out to be the case.

Anyway I’m posting the video because the set is in an interesting location, it’s a nice challenging opener, and I do a few decent things. And yes, that idiot in the background with the beige cardigan is exactly who you think it is.

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.

This was a ten minute number/facebook close on Oxford Street in early January. We haven’t dated yet. Treated as a normal set this is a dead one – she wouldn’t come out on a date. But I liked the girl and I’m practising different avenues to reach the cock-into-fanny position. So I’m gonna long game her and see if I can either social circle her or just get a late-2011 fuck from her when logistics become favourable.

I'm not scared

This next chat takes place over two hours. The whole time I feel the girl is uninvested but feels some attraction. After all, why chat for two hours when there’s no attraction and I’m not throwing validation at her? So I persevere for the intellectual challenge of trying to invest her. She gradually goes for it.

My frame is that she is a beautiful/low-esteem girl and therefore needs to be lured with banter, strength, and false disqualifiers. I need to be a challenge and different to the long line of higher beta supplicators that fill her coffers with tips every night she dances. This girl’s job is playing men for validation and the money that brings. I must be different.

So I tease close to insulting and I decide any time she calls me out I will stand my ground without backing down. I’m still at the stage of Long Game of being “the guy on facebook she chats with”. They all break eventually.

Me: I’m having a party in [Bar district] tomorrow.    Come along, bring some friends  [non-needy, not a dating frame]
Her: tomorrow i work    sorry   [denied. short uninvested answer but more polite than ignoring me altogether]
Me: no prob    I like your new profile photo    You look sexier  [it’s a photo of a yapping little puppy]  [tease her vanity]
Her: lol    thanks
Me: There was a dog like that on my street when I was a little boy    I used to throw stones at it  [expand tease to move into a conversation]
Her: what!!!!!  [hook]
Me: It was noisy    little dogs like that always cause trouble   [imply she always causes trouble and I don’t like her]
Her: realy you are crazy for me not is fanny do that  [shit test]
Me: I like big dogs. Like siberian huskies  [pretend it never happened]
Her: yes its nice
Me: I like wolves. Huskies are almost wolves    Do you have normal photos on your facebook?  [challenge her vanity again. I wouldn’t come out this hard on a girl who started off giving me normal attentive answers]
Her: yes    why??   [girls hate open loops concerning vanity]
Me: Every photo is in a club, wearing nothing    like a barbie doll  [imply but don’t outright say that she’s shallow and that I disapprove]
Her: no i have photo whit clothe and outside of club  [she qualfies, but only a little bit]
Me: I saw one where you look like a carrot  [snip and move]
Her: lol
Me: I don’t like carrot    I like potato  [I’m not attracted to her]
Her: its a sliping bag    lol    me to dont like carrot dont worry about that  [more mild qualification]
Me: Are you a stripper?    I prefer librarians  [my third strong challenge to her, to a normal girl this would be a beasting but I think she is so used to being validation that it requires a relentless attack]
Her: no i m not streper im dance  [she’s a scantily-clad pole dancer for clubs. She definitely wants the legitimacy of being a dancer so I’ll withhold it]
Me: proper dance? like contemporary, jazz, hip hop etc    In fact, I don’t care.    I’M the best dancer in the world  [outright telling her I dont care, but playful]
Her: haahahah lol   [hit. It’s all about being different to the supplicators]
Me: like Elvis, Justin Timberlake, and Kermit the frog    [her name] dancing. I found it on youtube…. [clip of Yogi Bear and Booboo dancing]
Her: you are yogi no??i  [This is five minutes later. So she watched it – good sign]
Me: smarter than the average bear
Her: aah good  [she’s rewarding me]
Me: If we dance together, I’ll do all the cool moves    You just shake your ass to collect the tips    then give the money to me    and maybe I’ll buy you a milkshake  [future projection where I get one over on her]
Her: not thank i dont need you for do tips beliveme  [she thinks she’s pushing back but really she’s qualifying on her dancing ability]
Me: Are you good at playing the guys? Naughty girl…. -10 points  [I know she doesn’t want to be considered a player. This is my fourth neg / attack / rapport-break]
Her: mmm i think you mistake about me you dont know me but dont worry i forgive you because you are men and all people knows that the brain men its small  [anger is a form of investment. She’s testing me and trying to position herself above]
Me: It’s WAR!!!!!    England vs Spain    We are now enemies    Next time you dance, I’m gonna sneak into the dressing room and put itching-powder into your costume  [tease, reframe]
Her: are you sure?? you want war with a woman  [likes it – IOI]
Me: I’m not scared of little blonde girls    That’s like being scared of a puppy    or a mouse    or a chipmunk  [tease]
Her: hahahaha lol
Me: But don’t worry, I won’t spank you    I don’t like your ass  [false disqualifier]

An ass nobody could like

Her: hahahah ok
Me: Ok, so Little Miss Dancing Chipmunk    You tell me you are more than just a dancer    Do you have examples of stuff you’re good at?  [It’s a high point, so I try to qualify her harder]
Her: excuseme is it a interviu???  [shit test, but also a sign of non-compliance. She’s not rejecting me, she’s just not playing along]
Me: aha, defensive    all bark, no bite    like the little dog on your profile  [reframe the rejection to put the blame on her]
Her: yes of course i not bite  [she softens]
Me: I’m writing a book right now. What are you doing?  [I realise I’m telling her nothing about me and there needs to be some comfort. It’s often good to offer comfort after passing a shit test and her playing nice]
Her: woooow its good you can speak with me and write a book both congratulation men!!!    hahahahaa  [she’s bantering back which is good, as are the hahahahas]
Me: grrrrrrrrrr    (that’s my angry growl)
Her: lol why are you angry??    you think that im stupid blond girl and im not angry  [she still wants the vanity loop closed]
Me: I see only the blonde hair and the stripper photos.    I’m not judging you. I’m just curious that this is what you show on Facebook    When I met you, you seemed very different. I was actually very surprised at your facebook photos    I expected you were a librarian, or teacher, or art student or something  [this is all true. I’m trying to bring it closer to rapport but without surrending the frame, hence it’s a deeper topic but I’m still challenging her]
Her: first not is striper photo [she really wants to be considered a dancer!] ok and second some people can do teacher librarian or student    and dance in the night but its posible for you its to much for understand  [she’s biting, it’s investment]
Me: nope. I dated a dancer for 9 years. I know all abotu it    She was very smart, lots of interesting hobbies. And she also danced    I understand    BUT    you don’t tell me about your non-dance things. so what can I think?  [not backing down, showing pre-selection and knowledge of her world]
Her: I dot know you can think what you want  [shit test, but she really is only mildly invested. She really could take it or leave it with me. She has a ton of options]
Me: You ARE angry    :O  [so I reframe her and unable to leave it]
Her: hahahahaha no  [Hit! IOI – low esteem girls flip from anger to fun very suddenly]
Me: Hey, [her name]. I wasn’t trying to insult you    I find you interesting    We friends again?  [give some comfort. I’m a challenge, not an outright arsehole]
Her: hahahahahaha    realy im not angry  [reduction of defcom level]
Me: cool    +5    Are you doing anything exciting tonight?  [stack into normality]
Her: yes!!! work!!! lol
Me: busy girl
Her: yes    and you???  [she’s much closer to liking me now]
Me: I’m lazy    I’m gonna do some boxing, then play video games with friends  [finally I throw in a DHV, but disguised under a disqualifier]
Her: are you boxing?
Me: When I lived in Japan, I had lots of fights    Now I just teach my friends  [DHV]
Her: that fine  [no idea what she means by this]
Me: I enjoy it
Her: i dont like boxing i prefer others sport

Conclusion: She’ll be alot of work and I probably won’t bother. However, girls like this if you keep irregular contact will occasionally give you the “Hey, whatcha doing tonight?” call. Just stay in the game and a percentage of them become available. It’s what facebook was invented for.

I’m out with Moran in the west end for daygame. It’s been a while since I did a proper session. We do a few models and head up to Regent Street till I finally see some Krauser girls. First off I get a quickie facebook off a French girl who is only here a few days and off to meet her mum. Then I see a really curvy Brazilian and give chase. Check out the video for the open, instant date and second date later that night. I’m really off form but she’s hooking strong anyway.

So far so good, right?

Nope. It started well. She’s into me at the approach, IOIs, and we get a coffee in Starbucks. In the pub after that I verbally escalate and she’s responding well. There’s no bones about what’s going on and she’s only in the UK two more days. Kino is good, with handholding and thigh touching. I clearly IOI her sexually. She rebuffs two kiss closes with a “not now” and no attempt to escape. There’s a time constraint on both sides because I’ve arranged to meet two daygamers for a coffee and she’s had a long distance meet arranged with some guy she once knew at university who now works in London. She tells me she barely knows him.

So we agree to part at 6pm and meet up again for a drink in Camden at 9pm. There’s no doubt whatsoever about the frame. If she shows up, it’s an SDL. We swap numbers and I give her an out – if anything changes she can text me to bail. At 9pm I show up. She’s 20 minutes late but physically present. So it’s on. Or not….

“My friend should be here” she says. Yes, she’s arranged to meet the guy at the same time. I make my first mistake – I should clarify right now if its a date or not (and walk if its not). I don’t. I figure maybe it’s just a quick pint with him for appearance purposes. This girl was IOIing big time in the instadate so it doesn’t enter my head this guy is gonna hang around and get in her way.

Dude is a commodities trader. I fucking despise traders. Every last one of them I met (and I met alot during my career) is a shallow stressed blowhard. This guy doesn’t disappoint. Right from the off he’s trying to amog me. He’s a smart guy with alot of backbone, being a trader. No pushover. And he keeps slipping into Portuguese with my girl. And he will not shut up.

I’m watching thinking he’s being a tool, and she’s not responding to him at all. There’s very little I can do. I make my next mistake – she knew this was a date, she knew the score, and she still brings this guy out without warning me in advance. She’s playing. I should’ve spotted it and called her out but I didn’t. So she’s sitting with two guys, one of whom (me) has already declared clear sexual intent and the other who is qualifying qualifying qualifying and clearly wants to fuck her. Evidently she can stay all night basking in the validation. So I refuse to give it. I let him talk, don’t defer, don’t seek rapport, and don’t fight for attention.

He gets ruder and ruder. He’s talking over me, calling England worse than shit, bigging himself up, disagreeing with literally everything I say, and trying to push me down. I really ought to just punch him he’s that much of a cunt, but I figure that’ll kill the vibe. And the girl is tolerating it. She could’ve easily said something in Portuguese to rein him in without belittling him infront of me but she failed to do so for the obvious reason she wanted this to continue.

So I lose all respect for her. I still want to fuck her, which is my third mistake. No amount of sex is worth losing the frame but here I am sitting having a drink with a girl who clearly doesn’t deserve my time. The guy keeps pushing until finally he goes too far. To paraphrase the video:

Him: England is shit. It’s history. The future is China, India, Brazil.
Me: Wait and see. There’s a reason we civilised and invented everything.
Him: You guys only did well because you are so violent. All the knowledge and culture was in Persia.
Me: Not true. Learn history. England ruled the world because we had Christianity, monogamy and the reformation. That created the social conditions for the agricultural and industrial revolutions.
Him: blah blah, that’s bullshit. There’s monogamous tribes in the amazon and they didn’t civilise.
Me: Maybe its because they are Brazilian [bear in mind he’d spent two hours belittling Europe and europeans, particularly English, and I’d already decided I was happy to burn the set]
Him: That’s racist. You’re a racist shit.
Me: Just facts. Everything of value that was ever invented was by a white straight beta male [I’d already been explaining the monogamy = civilisation thing to the girl and she was giving me rapt attention, so he was constantly trying to talk over me and say bullshit as he felt himself no longer the centre of attention]
Him: You’re a racist English shit. Are you saying all the whites are better.
Me: No. I’m saying England had the cultural conditions to civilise, Brazil didn’t. Nor did Japan or China or India.
Him: Racist
Me: Everything you’ve said tonight is anti-English. You’ve no business accusing me of racism
Him: I’m not anti-English [a flagrant lie], I am anti-American
Me: I’m pro-American. Well, I don’t like Obama but Bush was ok.

He gets more het up and foolishly I’ve allowed myself to get sucked in and be reactive. I’d simply decided my boundary about being hectored by a retard was more important than fucking a girl who invites such a situation. And to be honest, this guy was never going to fuck off and leave me isolated so he’d already succeeded in killing the set. I decide I’m gonna physically back him down.

I give him a challenging “fuck with me if you dare” look and start pressing him on why he called me a racist, that it’s an insult and he’d better defend it. He can’t, he’s just bluster. I happen to have a rolled-up till receipt in my hand that I’ve been playing with. I flick it at him and catch him between the eyes. Beautiful shot! He flips, stands up like he’s about to attack me. I stay laid back, hold eye contact, flip him the finger and tell him to fuck himself. Then  I calmly wait for the violence to begin.

The girl immediately gets up and tries to calm it. He realises I’m ready to fight and dick tucks behind some bluster, then starts walking out. The girl is 50/50 on what to do and ends up following him. I blank her. He tries some parting shot that I blank as I’ve already stopped paying attention to him. I see him in the corner of my eye necking his pint, very very angry. The girl is looking perturbed, like her validation-fest didn’t go to plan. She seems to have contempt for the guy but she’s still with him and not me. They leave. No kino, no IOIs, no raised state from her towards him. There’s no way he fucks her, but he did a good job of stopping me fucking her.

I sit back with the strange quiet satisfaction of a boundary clearly drawn, mixed with the tinge of disappointment that I didn’t fuck a hot girl who had seemed so up for it just a few hours earlier. Live and learn.

Learning points
1. If a girl springs a guy on me, clarify it’s a date and walk out if she gives bullshit. No point wasting time trying to pass her stupid tests.
2. When faced with a smart mouthy amog, do the Reardon gambit. I of all people should’ve known this.
3. Don’t try to win the arguments he starts. Just point out his compulsive need to argue and frame him as try-hard.
4. Hold the girl accountable. The entire displeasing situation was of her engineering and she enabled it the whole way.
5. Never ever ever lose the frame to get sex.

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]
Her: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
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
Her: LOOOOOL
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]
Her: MDRRRRR
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]
Her: MDRRRRRR    HAHAHAHAHAH
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.