Moran is hyper again and he wants to spend Friday night before Latvia getting smashed. Fuck it, I’m in the mood. We drink some Strongbow on the underground and roll into the Worlds End in Camden at about 11pm. This is an area known for its freaks and methheads but also some good pubs with the indie crowd. There’s lots of decent girls and all the guys are too much into their emo / asymmetrical haircuts to notice.

We immediately go about building value. We do aftershock shots between pints. We’re getting nicely rat-arsed and glowing with fun. IOIs start to come our way. Moran is always a ball of energy and we are just laughing, messing around, doing countless meaningless gesiticulations just for the fun of it. A polish 3-set eyes us and stands behind. A Slovak 2-set positions it next to us and I open. Can’t remember what with, but it’s rude.

Moran's girl

Some little chodeboy comes running over like an energizer bunny. He’s been talking to them the past hour, running “game”. The little Slovak gives him a fake number. She just flat out tells us it’s fake and is trying to get rid of him. He runs back to his friends triumphant. He is like a schoolkid taking a gold star home to show mummy. The little one gives Moran an IOI and he pounces on it.

Cunt, I think. My set. Wing rules.

There’s no way to back either of them off. So I immediately walk up to the Poles and open them by saying my friend is gonna start rapidly escalating even though I told him not to. Sure enough we all look over and Moran has already got her up against the wall making out, in the middle of the bar. I start heckling him. A pole asks “what is rapid escalation”, I demonstrate, on her. Freaks her out but she likes it. All four of us start heckling Moran. He is distracted now and turns round embrassed telling us to stop it. We just keep going.

My set. I don’t care.

I go over and physically pull them apart. I start admonishing Moran. He knows he took my set, but he’s drunk and horny. The little Slovak is a seven. Definitely worth a poke. I turn my back on her and say;

Me: You are not going to fuck this girl tonight. Remember we came here to get drunk.
Him: Yeah, you’re right
Me: So, we’re gonna get drunk. None of this rapid escalation shit. Get rid of her so we can get back on the beer.
Him: *face like a child told his trip to Disneyland is cancelled* Okay

The Slovak can hear all of this. She’s just standing rooted to the spot, speechless. But not moving. The obvious subtext is that I am essentially escalating her for Moran, and he knows this.

Me: Ok. If you have to, either take her number now, or drag her to the toilets and fuck her. Whichever, just do it now.
Him: *looks at her, indecisive*
Me: *to her* Just wait a minute darlin’. Man talk.

She protests because she wants to stay and finally Moran takes her round the corner and accepts her number. She’s in a 100% chasing frame now and I’m the Bad Cop. Moran tells her to wait around a few hours and he’ll call her. The SNL is already a done deal. We move to the next bar. We’re just buzzing with energy and vibe now. I take a couple of facebooks on the way and then Moran does my “douchebag opener” on a mixed five set coming down the street. He stops them, holds laser eye contact with the hottest girl, and with a dismissive thumbjerk over his shoulder at the guys says:

Moran: Hi. Are you fucking either of these guys tonight?
Girl: Um…..no  *smiles, tentative*
Moran: Cool. *rapid escalation*

The chodes stand helpless and finally a cockblock tears her away. We roll into the next bar and immediately get into set. More drink, more fun, and Moran pops out to collect his SNL girl. When he gets back with her I’m with a blonde girl styled like Marilyn Monroe. I put her at a six, Moran says seven. I just open direct, handhold and pull her in to the bar. She buys me a drink then a verbally escalate her and put her hand on my cock. She’s massively horny immediately.

Like this. But a six

We double extract.

Getting a taxi is a nightmare. We end up walking towards the canal bridge taking at least ten minutes. I’m in full-on don’t-care douchebag mode. I keep calling my girl a slut. Hurry up slut. What you doing slut. Follow me slut. She’s really into me but this is hard work for her. I keep having to soften to reel her in.

Me: *looks into her eyes* I’m just playing a character. I like your really. We’re gonna have a great time. Ok?
Her: *sheepish* ok
Me: Cool. C’mon slut

When we finally get to a free minicab she’s bolted. Whatever. Getting out the other end at my house Moran has a piss in the bushes and I have to let his girl into the house. She keeps saying to me “I’m not a slut. I don’t usually do this”. I have bright red lipstick smeared all over my face like Heath Ledger and I was still drunkenly opening sets, to zero success, after my girl ejected. Great night. Moran owes me one.

Get a load of this text game as it escalates to full on depravity. Background is: she was a five minute number close at trafalgar square about 3 months ago and though we’ve had some lively banter by text she hasn’t agreed to a date and she hasn’t “crossed the sexual rubicon” of admitting sexual attraction to me. I text her out of the blue late one night, first time in about 2 weeks.

This was about a month ago and I’ve held it back from my blog until I finally went “radically honest” on her and told her I’m a dating coach. So if she’s smart enough to google any of the texts she’ll see this. Due to the rather intimate nature of the texts I’m withholding her photo. She’s a 22-yr old 7. Maybe 8, didn’t get a good look.

Me: Haven’t been drunk in 2 weeks. You must be missing the texts
Her: drunk now i take it?
Me: Nope. Just being filthy on Facebook chat and I thought of you.
Her: Wonderful! 🙂 how r u anyway?
Me: Doing great. Been back in the gym so I’m fit as a fiddle. How come your facebook updates always make you look like a nutjob?
Her: Lollllllll because I am a nutjob!!!!!!!
Me: I’m now officially wary of you.
Her: Why what in particular freaked u out?
Me: Sex and the City. I always screen girls out on that. Doesn’t matter how tight their ass is.
Her: I do hate sex and the city for many reasons. I abhor the films. But sometimes when i hate men, it cheers me up.
Me: Ok, you’ve earned a reprieve. While we’re on the subject – is your ass actually tight? (I mean, the buttcheeks, not the anal sex fit) I only got a glimpse, after all…..
Her: It’s a beautiful ass. Of course. But then again i am biased.
Me: How about the tits? They showed promise, but again I’ve not really had a good look
Her: You are terrible. I will tell you that i have been blessed in the three areas men care about most – legs, ass, breasts, but anyway, moving on…. how are tricks?
Me: I’m a man talking to a woman. It’s the most natural thing in the world. Anyway, about me…. I’m off to Latvia next week with friends. Starting to get excited. You strike me as a vacation skier.
Her: I totally am! U keep jet setting around!
Me: Since June 2010 I decided I will do only those things that interest me and not give a fuck. Grab every opportunity. Make my life a hell of a story for when I’m aged 70 as a washed up drunk in a Jamaican beachfront dive.

[one hour passes]

Her: Why did u suddenly decide that? What happened to u?
Me: Oh, you’re alive again?
Her: Was on the phone to an admirer….
Me: Sorry to interrupt you princess. Are you cadging free meals and rides from the office boys?
Her: Absolutely not! And i can’t believe u used the word cadge! Ha!! Anyway answer my question
Me: I don’t believe you. You totally have the airs and graces of a girl who tools the beta boys to get a little army of orbiters to validate the princesses ego. You dirty dog you.
Her: I used to be like that! But since i had my heart broken repeatedly by the same cunt and had it smashed around and then began to piece it back together only for him to swoop in a slide it around on the floor again…. well, i kind of stopped being a girl with an ego and became someone a little fragile and cynical. Oopsies.
Her: I also never used to drop the c-bomb. But i am sorry, he does not deserve any other word.
Me: Is this where the “I hate men” thing came from [reference to a recent Facebook status]? Actually, I can related to that but usually I was the heartbreaker. I’m not bragging in some power trip, I’m actually quite ashamed of it.
Me: C-bomb indeed. I try not to use the F-word, the B-word, or cunt.
Her: Lol yes, i am usually the heartbreaker too!!! i understand. And now it has happened to me i am a bit more contrite about my horrific abusive behaviour. Yes, the i hate men came up when that cunt and i tried to maintain a friendship when the dust settled and he felt the need to brag about shagging hookers.cunt.
Her: I enjoy swearing. Used to never ever do it, but now it amuses me.
Me: Shagging hookers is so lame. That’s what losers do when they can’t get it for free. Ugh. I hope you were disgusted, rather than jealous.
Me: Swear away, but try to keep it thematically relevant, well timed, and above all creative. I have standards.
Her: Ha ha ha! A man with standards?!  NevaaaaaH! Well i was both disgusted and jealous. He and i are not speaking any longer. I hope he contracts a painful sexual disease and his penis falls off. And people see it happen and laugh. Am i mean? I don’t think that’s mean….
Me: Oh dear, you just lost me. A girl jealous of hookers has a few screws loose. Are you a better lay when you’re angry and wrathful? I suspect you are.
Her: I am a good lay at all times. Always. Im not jealous of hookers i just don’t like the thought of him with anyone but me! But i kind of just hate him too much right now to care. Why do we always discuss me anyway? Tell me something about u mr judgemental
Me: You have three questions. I promise to tell the whole truth. Don’t waste them. The window will snap shut after and I’ll be the cocky arsehole again.
Her: One, what was the worst moment in ur whole entire life? Two, what is ur penis size, DONT LIE ABOUT IT! Three, how many times have you honestly been in love?
Her: And bonus question number 4 if u care to answer, how often do you follow girls down the road to sandwich compliment them?
Me: Oh, she’s firing both barrels!! +10 points for [nickname]. Lemmee see…..
Her: Hell yehhhhhhhh
Me: 1. My divorce. Very unpleasant for 3 months and not a whole load of laughs another year longer.
Me: 2. Not measured since I was an adult. Bang on average, the girls tell me (they say above average but I think they’re just being nice). If big dicks are your thing, look elsewhere.
Me: 3. Once. My ex-wife. Not anymore.
Me: If you want the fourth, you gotta take a question or two.
Her: I want to hear about that. When did u get married, when did u get divorced and why? I dont need some essay just some concise facts. Am tres curious ma cherie.
Her: I will answer anything come on u can ask me 3
Me: Met 1999, married 2006, divorced 2009.
Me: 3 questions. Cool. Gimmee a moment.
Her: Why did u divorce?
Me: We changed. Long story. I’ll tell you if you feed me vodka long enough
Her: Maybe i dont want to know lol
Me:1. How many men have stuck their he-rocket in your she-pocket? Real number, I don’t wanna be multiplying by 3
Me: 2. Feminist ideology aside, do you enjoy being dominated in bed?
Me: 3. What’s the sexual thing you most thought about but haven’t had the courage to try?
Me: Heh! Answer THOSE badboys
Her: Reall number, and its something i am not proud of at all… oh my god… ok its 9! I have held off men for ages because i dont wanna reach double figures. 3 were long term relationships and the rest were friends of mine who it seemed like a good idea to sleep with… potential relationships etc etc Oh dear. You are the only person i ever told that to…
Her: Love being dominated. im horrifically kinky, especially dirty talk. its something i miss about my ex, our disgustingly filthy texting.
Me: I appreciate your candour. Really. I know what you mean though, it can take a long long time to find someone who’ll do the right things and get into a position to do it. The shit I used to do to my wife. Christ, it’s probably illegal in many countries
Her: I have tried every real fantasy of mine. The only thing i have considered is letting a girl… pleasure me. But i wouldnt do it in real life, some things are better left in the imagination, everything else i have at least attempted. mostly they are just nice to talk about or think about but are not as good to do. Same question back to you, as well as how many girls u have… With and also how many times a day on average you play with your… ‘he rocket’.. was it?
Me: If I do these 3, I’m getting another 3. No freebies. Deal?
Her: Deal!
Me: Ok. 1. I have recently become enormously interested in fucking girls in the ass while telling them they are dirty bitches. Only got to do it twice so far. Kinda liked it.Would like to do it again, but with the girl giving me some backchat so I have to slap her around a bit.
Her: Definitely enjoy being slapped around…..
Her: Makes me worry for myself to be honest lol the things i enjoy in the bedroom… anyway good honest answer
Me: Girls. Remember I’ve been coupled up for most of my adult life. 35 in total I think. I feel like I should be upping the count as a matter of urgency
Me: Masturbation. No regularity at all. Depends on how I’m doing with girls, hobbies, and how rapey I’m feeling. If I was to keep a spreadsheet (which I don’t) I’d estimate a weekly average of 4.
Her: Rapey?!
Me: Not literally rape-y. A synonym for horny. Though my wife used to enjoy the occasional simulated rape.
Me: My questions. I’m gonna totally do you on these 😀
Me: 1. How many times have you masturbated in 2011 (and if it counts as the same question, what were you thinking about)
Me: 2. How do you feel when a man comes on your face?
Me: 3. did you / would you enjoy having a man fuck your face while he sticks a dildo up you and grabs a handful of that nice long hair?
Her: Fucking hell… over a hundred. I like to do it around ten times a day sometimes. Usually i think about being raped or i guess fucked in a harsh way, being called names… everything dirty and kinky you can think of.
Her: Im not a massive fan of someone coming on my face. I dont dislike it, i just like my face to be clean so i immediately want to wash it off. I have been told i look beautiful like that though LOLLLLLL
Me: +25 points. I think I’ve just fallen in love. Your honesty is quite compelling.
Her: Lolllllll well i have had my face fucked… its not bad. Never had a dildo inside me. I kind of prefer the real thing, not that i know the difference, and i dont know how a man could really used a dildo whilst fucking my face.
Me: Btw, shooting on a girl’s face is a major kink of mine. So I guess we won’t get on after all….
Her: Hahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha what honesty? why should i lie? i love that i am so honest with u, u now know everything about me that no one else knows.

Her: Looooool. All men like it.
Me: On that latter point, girls describe the feeling as “full”
Her: So you have done that before then??
Me: and got the videos. Heh! I like the idea of stuffing a girl so full she just squeaks.
Her: Hahaha. Oh my god why are u so honest as well? U do seem to share a fair few fantasies with me.
Me: I love sex. I think it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t care what society says – I just wanna fuck my girl like it’s the last night on earth.
Me: C’mon, raise the stakes. Ask me something challenging.
Her: Lollll i am running out of questions. Ever had a threesome?
Me: No. Several near misses. It’s on my “will try, would enjoy, but not gonna bust a nut finding it” list. Would like it at lease once for my memoirs.
Me: You?
Her: Nope, never. What is it u like about fucking a girl in the ass?
Me: Owning her body and soul. I’m big on the masculine dominance. It’s not the physical tightness – don’t care about that. I do like the visual image because the ass looks more round and peachy than in normal sex. But mostly I like to see her biting the pillow, panting and squealing in that peculiar mix of pleasure and pain. If that makes me a bad man, then so be it.
Me: Obviously I’m gonna reverse the question. What do YOU like about being nailed in the ass?
Her: Oh my god. Marry me.
Me: Haha. Answer the question [her name] darlin’
Her: Oooooooo u assume ive been nailed in there??? I have tried it, twice. And i cudnt do it for more than a minute. I absolutely pleasure myself to it… its a massive fantasy of mine and i loved my ex to talk dirty to me, its particularly hot to imagine a man kind of raping me in there because i KNOW how much it would hurt. Im also massive on male dominance. Being slapped, dick slapped… everything like that.
Me: Dear lord, whatever kept us apart so long 😀  Quick question (doesn’t count as a real one). Are you thinking of rubbing one out right now?
Her: I absolutely am lol. Its not a maybe its a certainty. Are u?
Me: Not yet, but it’s a dead cert before I go to bed. I’m well up for fucking you right now. Teaching you a lesson. And that includes slapping, grunting and punishing that tight ass of yours.
Her: I think some texting when the time comes is in order….
Me: Facebook chat please. It’s far more dynamic
Me: And if I’m gonna wank over you, I expect some encouragement
Her: My internet is rubbish but ill give it a go later.
Her: such as?
Me: A couple of filthy photos. Crop your head out if you’re shy
Her: I am not sending u photos!! Totally not!
Me: Then you gotta rub one out while I masturbate. I don’t do solo sex. Deal?
Her: I thought that was the plan anyway?
Me: I wasn’t sure you were gonna wait 😛
Her: Of course
Me: Ok, we’ll park that till bedtime. Tell me something filthy you want me to do to you
Her: I’ll tell u later…
Me: Short answers. Your brain is shutting down. I think the tingle is getting the better of you
Her: the tingle?? U crack me up!
Me: Haha. I’m in my room now. Log on to FB whenever you’re ready
Her: Wont be for a while
Me: You’re not at home?
Her: I am but supposed to be consoling flatmate whose boyfriend cheated on her…
Me: Boo! I’m going to bed imminently. Let’s do some more back and forth. Describe a sex act you like. Shock me.
Her: contrary to popular belief i really really enjoy giving blowjobs. And not just the usual mundane shit. There is somethign called a lingham massage which involves getting a man to lie comfortably, naked on his back with his legs apart. then the idea is to massage all the area around his cock, then gently massage his balls and perineum and finally the head of his dick. But its not like a handjob its some crazy penis massage i dont know… usually ends with the man exploding everywhere but personally i dont like men to come from that. I prefer to do that until they are well and truly aroused and then start using my tongue to gently lick from the base of the cock up to the tip, before just licking around the head whilst palying with the balls in one handuntil the man gets so excited he forces my head onto his dick until i am deepthroating and choking and he pushes me up and down on it by my hair. Shocking? No. Fun? very. Your turn.
Me: Not shocking. Just very impressive. I love a girl who loves sucking my cock. I like her to treat it like her favourite toy in the whole world. You can really tell the difference between an enthusiastic blowjob and a dutiful one.
Me: Btw, another kink of mine is I like forcing a girl into surprise blowjobs – in restaurant restrooms, elevators, ferris wheels etc. Ok, now mine. Gimmee a minute
Her: Public sex is a massive turn on… and yes i agree there is a big difference between someone who likes doing it and someone who just does it
Me: I Iike to tie girls up in a carelessly aggressive manner. I just grab them from the kitchen or whatever they were doing, drag them into the bedroom, chuck them on the bed then handcuff their hands above their head to the bedpost. Usually without saying a word – just an intense “I’m gonna do you now” look. I’ll do a bit of foreplay, not much in this scenario, mainly sticking my cock in her mouth and facefucking her till she’s gasping, slap her face, slap my dick against her cheeks and nose. Mash her tits a little, then without much preamble, start fucking her hard with no real concern for her opinion in the matter. Shall I continue?
Her: Please, i am intrigued… Don’t you care if she’s wet?
Me: She will be. I’ll be eyefucking her for five minutes before I first grab her.
Her: ok,,, and then what?
Me: Ok, so I’ll fuck her, make her feel all my weight, pull her head into my chest and get some moaning and screaming out of her. Then flip her over, still handcuffed, and do her so hard she’s scared she’ll get smashed into the wall. Maybe in the ass too, maybe not. Depends on my mood. Then I’ll pull out, put my cock in front of her mouth and wait for her to hungrily reach for it and suck me off till she’s draining every last drop of cum out of me.
Me: Then I’ll put the cricket on tv
Her: Lad points!
Me: Heh! I actually do all the tender romantic stuff as well, but I’m a big fan of variety in mood / location / acts
Me: Give it a score out of ten and tell me how you’d feel
Her: I completely agree with u, depends on the mood. I score it maybe a 7. I prefer something random like me going downstairs to the bathroom in a bar but on the way in the stairwell being followed, skirt pulled up to reveal i’m not wearing underwear and then being fucked against the wall with my face pushed against it and a couple of his fingers in my mouth. And being called a bitch and a slut… then people are coming so im dragged by the hair down into a cubicle, forced onto my knees, fucked in the mouth then turned and bent over so im touching my toes and fucked in whichever hole he wants whilst he slaps my ass and then pulls out and comes all over it.
Me: That’s like you are describing one of my favourites. I like a quick knee-trembler especially with the girl standing while I fuck her from behind. Did that in Poland a few months ago in a pub toilet one afternoon with a local I’d just met. Very happy memory.
Her: I also enjoy begging him to stop so he becomes angry and slaps me and tells me to shut the fuck up, or forces my head into a pillow to drown out moaning and screaming.
Me: Good lord woman! Have you any idea how much I wanna fuck you now????
Her: Oh my gosh im so horny. Tell me something else you like… like something really really rough or kinky
Me: You got work tomorrow?
Her: I havent been fucked for over half a year… i need it. Big time
Me: Get a taxi here. Literally, just book the fucking thing. I wanna make you scream
Her: I have to go out of london during the day and then to the ballet 😦
Me: Pack your ballet bag and come suck my cock woman
Her: I really really want that too.. but i cant im still with my fucking flatmate and i gotta be up in 6 hours, the best i can suggest until im free next week is some texting so at least when im alone later on i can come thinking of u fucking my brains out
Her: What wud u do to me if i was there now?
Me: Something really fucking outrageous
Her: Liiike….? Details…..
Me: I hope you like costumes and sexy clothes. I got a wardrobe full of that stuff. Lots of… ahem… japanese imports….
Her: Me too
Me: Ok, here we go….
Her: Make it super super dirty and rough. I can already feel that im wet without touching myself.
Me: First thing I do when you get out the taxi is tell you you’re a dumb fucking whore for being so late and walk off so you have to meekly follow like a naughty child
Me: I walk you through the lounge where all my friends are. I announce “this is [her name]. She looks cute but I’m gonna take her upstairs and fuck her in the ass”. You blush. Then I apologise in advance to them for the noise you’re gonna make
Me: I expect dynamic feedback on this, bitch
Her: Well what am i supposed to say? Ur pretty much just telling me what ur going to do, which i like seeing as ur in control and ur pretty clear about that
Me: Yup, but tell me how horny you get. Don’t bother protesting though. Talk to the hand on that one.
Her: well im aroused but ur dick isnt out yet so its only mild
Her: Bearing in mind im not able to have my fingers on my clit right now….
Me: So I decided you’re gonna suck me off in a few different rooms first. First we go into my boxing gym. I tell you to play with yourself while I hit the bag a little.
Me: You rub yourself while you watch me whacking the bag around. You know I’m not gonna actually punch you, but you are turned on by the thought that I could, if you are disobedient.
Her: still no dick out / rape / forcing me into things….
Me: Wait your fucking turn woman. I’m boxing.
Her: Yessir!
Me: So I just grab you, push you to your knees and wait. You look up at me, pretending to be all innocent. Totally unconvincing. I pull my dick out and then watch myself in the full length mirror, while you go to work.
Her: Nice involving the mirror
Me: I just see your reflection in the mirror, full body, trying to cram my dick in your mouth. I tire of this so I grab a handful of your hair and drag you out into the garden.
Her: Very very horny now fuck
Me: You bitch about it being cold. I tell you to shut the fuck up and suck my cock. You do. I see one of my friends happen to glance out of the window. He gives me a knowing wink like I’m the Man. He assumes you are some cheap street whore I just ordered online.
Her: I want ur dick in me
Me: I’m tempted to just cum in your eyes and leave you outside till a taxi comes, but I’m selfish. I wanna fuck your ass till you squeal.
Me: I stand you up and roughly finger fuck you for a minute or two, then pull your shirt and bra off. Throw them on the grass and hair drag you past my friends on up to the bedroom. You are totally fucking humiliated but it just turns you on more.
Me: wait. You don’t get my dick in you till I say so.
Her: Oh my god… fucking hell
Me: Fucking presumptuous bitch! As if having a job and some qualifications is gonna make me listen to you about bedroom matters….
Her: Am actually gonna have to go into the bathroom and finger myself im so turned on
Me: Haven’t even stuck my dick in your ass yet. Horny slut. Make sure you get a good handful of your tits, cos I’ll be mashing them up good and proper when I see you for real
Her: Ok keep going….
Me: So I finally give you the honour of sharing my bed. Which, frankly, is more than a cheap whore like you deserves. But I find you physically stunning, so I do you this one single favour.
Me: You are just begging for my cock now. I slap you a couple of times. No reason. Ok, there is a reason. I want to see your cheeks pinken and a flash of submissive fear in your eyes. Then I rip your clothes off so you are naked and vulnerable.
Her: Just so u know i have two fingers inside my fucking wet pussy and my thumb on my clit and i want u so fucking much u cant imagine to fuck me
Me: Then I stick my dick in you. You quiver, gasp and grab me. I fuck you good. In and out, over and over again. You feel me aggressively pushing into you
Me: Believe me [her name], if you didn’t have that annoying friend and stupid trip, you’d be getting it fucking big time for real right now
Me: You are scratching my back, biting my shoulder and screaming all kinds of filthy shit while I rail you
Her: not dirty or painful enough….
Me: I keep telling you to watch your fucking mouth when you’re in my house but you can’t control yourself. So I slap you around a bit. Not because I expect it to quieten you. Just because I’m an aggressive arsehole and I know I can treat you like some worthless street whore.
Me: I draw some blood from your lip and nose. I wasn’t trying to, you just wouldn’t take a telling. You gasp and get off on it. So I yank your hair and cuff you around
Me: I’m gonna silence that yapping for a while so I grab your throat and squeeze. I’m not trying to kill you, but I do want your face to go purple so you learn your lesson. The look of fear in your eyes is priceless and almost makes me come. You can’t believe you are getting nailed so hard off someone who seems to have so little respect for you and your body. You feel ashamed it makes you so horny.
Her: I meant more sexual violence….
Me: I flip you over. I pull your head down onto my cock so you can feel it bashing against your throat, and inside your cheek. You nearly retch it feels so deep. While I’m doing that I pull a huge dildo out from under the bed
Me: Your eyes go crazy-wide. You are terrified of having that inside you. But you’ve got no choice. I thrust it up you from behind. It’s so big your pussy tightens and resists at first, then gives up
Her: I am extremely close to coming btw, hence lack of textage
Me: As I ram it home, it feels so deep you think it’s gonna touch my cock at the other end. You feel thoroughly spit roasted and cheap as hell. I spit in your hair and laugh.
Me: I facefuck the shit out of you, while ramming the dildo in and out violently. You aren’t even thinking human thoughts now. You are just gurgling and moaning, your spit running out your lips onto my cock, and your hot pussy juice streaming down your legs
Her: Are you touching yourself too???
Me: It’s the closest feeling to dying, but it’s so fucking good you want more. You feel like you’re gonna rip in half.
Me: Not yet, gotta type fast 😉
Me: You can vaguely hear me shouting at you, calling you a whore and names worse than shit. You are past humiliation. Your whole world is reduced to my cock pumping in your mouth and a fucking massive dildo nearly tearing your pussy apart.
Me: For a moment you get random thoughts. What the hell would your workmates think of you if they knew what a slutty little whore you really are.
Her: Well i just came. a lot. And i think it is horrifically obvious from the noises i was making what i was doing   so … u must be pretty horny by now…?
Me: *bows*
Her: You are an absolute hero of this genre
Her: I take it u have a lot of practice… can’t wait til u fuck me for real….
Me: Yeah. I well wanna fuck you. I’ll knock one out before I go to bed. Type me a short story to think about while I do it. Something to make sure I’m thinking of you and only you, bypassing all my porn.
Me: Yup, I’m a horrible pervert 😉
Her: Ok hold on…
Me: Cool
Me: Btw, +100 points for frigging yourself stupid while I wrote that. We can add “[Krauser] watches while [Button Nose] masturbates” to our shopping list of future depravity. I like that.
Her: I’ll do this all in one text, its easier for u to read that way. Imagine u come to my place of work one day, unannounced and its a total surprise but ur horrifically horny and u were in the neighbourhood and u knew that if u needed a little slut to fuck then i was the one to visit. So u come in and ask me to excuse myself. I start complaining so u subtley grab my nipple. Hard. No one else sees u do it but i have to bite my lip to stop from calling out. You want a blowjob. Immediately. You force me into a corner and onto my knees so that ur facing the walls but its obvious what we are doing. u put ur hands behind ur head and start rocking ur pelvis a bit so that whilst ur cock is in my mouth and im licking it at the same time as sucking it, it is going in and out of my throat. Like ur gently fucking my face. after a while I try to get up, i take ur cock out of my mouth and explain to u that i have to work, but u force me back onto my knees with a thud and slap my face with your dick, still wet from my mouth. You tell me to shut the fuck up before u make me, and before i can talk again u put ur cock back in, but this time roughly, fucking my face so that with every thrust my head bangs against the wall. You want to come but you want to be inside my tight pussy first, want to hear me call out ur name and moan so you drag me up by my hair and tell me to go into the back room where there is a table. You lie me out flat on my back with my pussy at the edge of the table and my legs in the air and you ram your cock deep inside me. The shock of the first time you enter me makes me yell so loudly that someone knocks at the door. You tell her to shut the fuck up because ur fucking a little bitch to teach her a lesson and unless she wants the same treatment she will fuck off. You continue fucking me so hard that i am moaning so loudly and touching my clit at the same time. U grab my breasts roughly, hurting me so i moan louder in pleasure and pain and you watch my face contorted in ecstasy. But ur bored. Im enjoying it too much so you yank me up and put me on all fours on the ground. Doggy style. I wait, my pussy wet and open for you to come into it, but instead and without warning you shove your hard dick into my unprepared ass. I cry out in pain so you stick some of your fingers in my mouth, a few more thrusts then you move to my pussy again, and soon im calling out your name in pleasure, asking you to fuck me harder, which you do, but then go back to my ass, repeating this, every time changing so i go from pleasure to pain until u feel i am enjoying ur cock in my ass too much and my pussy is dripping onto the floor so u turn me around and command i suck your cock until you explode onto my face and at the same time as you do, you make me finger myself so as i suck it im also moaning in enjoyment. Then you pull out of ur mouth and the hot come runs down my face and i lick the remainder of it off ur dick
Me: Thanks. Gonna take me a while to read it. Gonna cheat and look at one of your photos too. My dick’s in my hand now
Her: Which photo of mine
Me: Profile 8 of 43. You’ll be in this position when I fuck that slutty mouth of yours
Her: Lollll! Ok well lets say night night. Talk tomorrow x enjoy urself
Me: Good gosh woman, you do have a way with words there! good story and certainly one I can buy into
Me: Good night. if you rub out any more for me, be sure to send a text to confirm the deed. I don’t mind waking up to read that.
Her: 🙂
Her: I will be doing that btw. U can count on it. At least twice more
Me: Heh! That’s my girl 😉

This is a guest post from my wing and good buddy Moran, the SNL king of RSG

Me and Krauser are in Latvia, been here one night and just about to hit the street for some daygame.  Latvia from I’ve seen so far is a beautiful country, more visually impressive than Lithuania and Poland, people seem to hold themselves differently here. And of course, the women are stunning.

I have one main reason for this Journal. I’m being tested mercilessly here and it is truely testing my character.  Like BIG TIME.  I personally have done some travelling around Europe and have experienced women from most countries so far.  But Lavian women are a different story.

I want to gain two things from this trip:

• To understand Latvian women and their culture/upbringing
• To seduce a Latvian woman or two 

Let me quickly describe myself to those who are new to me. I’m tall, told I’m a good looking guy, socially comfortable and have a strong desire to rapidly escalate.  I can be lazy when talking to women and can give off the typical player vibe if it wasn’t for my straight forward honesty that corrects this.  To be brutally honest about myself, I’m used to some sort of feedback off women, however little, especially when I rapidly escalate.  I’m used to receiving validation off women and even if it takes a whole night I know I’ll find a girl. However I do not seek validation.  I’m used to SNL’s or getting Day2 lays but I don’t expect them as my right to always receive them.

Before coming here I was prewarned about Latvian womens strong manipulative tendencies here despite their beauty, however I have decided to wipe the slate clean and come here with a fresh mind.

11/02/10 -First night

Me and Krauser have some warm up drinks, get pumped up and hit the streets of old town Riga.  Warning for anyone that is interested in Latvia this time of year, its freezing! Like -12 on average.  But the snow does make the country look beautiful.

We set off down the road and hit the first club we find, called “The club”.  What a name for a club  Inside its loud and has a Tiger Tiger feeling, so feeling a little at home we set off.  The women in here are stunning but young.  And already we’re starting to get a feel for the club.  Lots of women dancing around by themselves with guys hanging around trying to grind up next to them.  The women give the guys a quick look to come in, the guy comes in and the women just turns their back to them. Charming. I start to think that I’m going to have my work set tonight.

Krauser is now off, hits into a three set and starts rapidly escalating.  For those who know Krauser this is not his usual way of approaching women but this weekend he’s commited himself to just used that technique.  And he was doing well. I approach the only brunette of the set and she’s receptive, I can feel her interest.  I escalate and I’m told she has a b/f. Damn. I tell her my boundaries of not coming onto a girl with a boyfriend and say my goodbyes.  She then gives more interest. Typical.

After ejecting we set out round the back of the club and find a small room of about 70 people.  And now the fun begins.

We start escalating again and again.  We’re hitting state now.  Krauser is pulling in some cute blonde chick while I’m dancing with some other blonde chick.  But I feel something odd about her.  She keeps looking at herself in the mirror while dancing  and starts pouting to herself. Warning sign. I start escalating hard judging her responses, she looks at me like I’ve shit myself.  Then shows interest. Then goes back to her arse face look.  Ooo, not good, I sense a manipulator. I eject leaving her standing while holding strong eye with another chick going straight back into set.  Again I escalate. This chick starts smiling while looking around. Then back turns and just walks off.  Oooo, a nice little blow to me  But its still building my momentum, so I turn round and start escalating a chick at the bar and immediately tells me she wants to dance. Hmmm, can’t be going to bad.

So, over the course of the next two hours this sort of interactions keep happening, me and Krauser continuisuly escalating, completely out dominating the surrounding men and having most of the club just staring at us.

I’ve approached about 15 chicks by this point and they are all giving the same response, sucking validation off me and then pretending I’m not there.  I’ll be honest here, apart from the bulletproof vibe I give off to women, this is really starting to drain me.  I felt like I had just been in a fight and received an adrenaline dump.  But I wasn’t giving up yet.  I repump myself back up and hit back into escalating.  Then the first one comes.  The first chick of the night where I can feel her vibe is genuine, not the usual character pretending from the other Latvian chicks.  I lock her in immediately and I feel her interest back.  This feels good.  I go to extract her to another room and a Latvian guy steps in, full body grabbing her.

Me: “Shes with me” **Smiling**
Lat Dude: “I don’t understand” **Smiling broadly**

I tear her off him, he starts to kick off but we leave.

Now here upstairs in the club and she’s asking me for drink and I say I don’t buy a chick a drink unless she is prepared to buy one back. She has no money.  I explain in England, men and women buy each other drinks as a sign of respect. She tells me this is Latvia.  Urrrggghhhhh.  But after that little miss statement off her I still feel her genuineness.

For the guys out there who have experience with Latvian women, is buying a Latvian women a drink (if she is not just tooling the guy) a sign of respect? I need to try and work this out.  This chick was generally disappointed when she left, was vastly different from the other chicks here.

Now on my own and make my way back to Krauser.  I’m looking around and what I see is just painful.  Guys are trying again and again to dance with chicks and they are getting ruthlessly pawned off. Guys buying drinks for chicks to be immediately back turned and pretend they weren’t there.  I have NEVER seen so much disrespect for men in one club.  The women here were destroying the men bit by bit.  Every half an hour a guy would lose it with a women and bouncers would step in and drag him out, leaving the women smiling and giving off a look of satisfaction.  How can a man have respect for Latvian women in this place? My respect for Latvian women was certinately getting tested to its extreme. But I have 4 more days here, I’m not giving up yet.

I come back to Krauser to see a chick all over him.  Yeeeeeaahhhhhh!! Krauser is getting in there. I start scanning for her friends, they must be ready to escalate as well.  Instead I see a guy not far from them both, standing there getting more and more angry.  I shortly find out that this is her boyfriend.  Oooooo, another blow for the respect of Latvian women.  I felt bad for this guy, she kept coming back and again he would have to unzip her from Krauser. What a player.

We finally decide to leave the club.  Krauser drops his Turkish potential SNL who keeps fluctuating back and forth with interest then no interest.  A Russian chick who keeps trying to tool me and showing disinterest I firmly place as a friend and kiss her on the chick goodbye. She gives me a flash of interest. I leave with Krauser.  We make our way to the coats and while waiting I turn round to notice that she has followed us through the club to the entrance.  She pretends not to see me.  Typical. I smile and go to open but she turns around and runs up the stairs, like fast running up the stairs.  Ah man, is this game playing going to end?

Finally we are outside. God it feels good to be outside despite the freezing cold. Me and Krauser decide to go home but he then opens two chicks in the street for fun. They hook.  They are both 24 and seem more mature than some of the chicks in the bar earlier.  We start vibing with them and the brunette is showing interest.

Me: “I’ve nearly lost all my respect for Latvian women, please help me. I’m dying”
Brunette Lat: **Laughs** You’re beautiful **Smiling**
Me: Pardon?! Just you just say that? I haven’t heard that from anyone tonight.  A Latvian woman is actually complimenting me?
Brunette Lat: **Laughs** **Flashing a look of strong interest**
Me: My god, I like you.
Brunette Lat: Come with us to Push bar **Smiling**
Me: Sure, lets go.

This feel good, a genuine Latvian women.  She even pays for me and Krauser to get into the bar. Unfortunately this is where the night ends as her friend was married and my girl had a boyfriend.  Despite her strong interest and asking me questions like “Where you staying” and “When you thinking of going back” I have to set my boundries again. I’m gutted, I like this chick.

Thats our first night.  And my god I’ve haven’t been tested this mercessily every before.  I feel good now but when I came in with Krauser I was emotionally exhausted.

We have three more friends joining us tonight, Jambone, Snake and Bhodisatta. Lets see what happens.

Lessons for tonight:

• Filter more.  Don’t waste energy escalating strong playerish women.  I have to conserve my energy more for women I know we’ll give it straight to me.
• Don’t continously escalate all night long.  I was burning myself too quickly, was not surprising after a couple of hours I was exhausting myself.

I MUST crack this and learn about Latvian women.  And I’m craving sex. Wish me luck 

Peace

Moran

Here’s my third Facebook chat with this cute little pixie of a Bengali chick. The first chat was just to establish my existence and then she literally wasn’t online the same time as me for several weeks. I get a quick chat on Sunday and bail quick when I need to go out. Finally I get a chance to work without a time constraint. Here we go….

Me – boo
Her – hello     how you?
Me – I’m eating a vegetarian duck  [immediately off on a slightly odd footing]
Her – hmmmmmmmmmmmm      sounds lovely
Me – it is      but I was worried it would be a real duck, that was fed lettuce or something  [joke]
Her – wat is a vegetarian duck exactly
Me – tofu?
Her – oooooo    doesnt sounds so good now
Me – it’s de    li    ci    ou    s    😀    what you doing?  [playful vibe already set]
Her – on the fone    multitasking
Me – ok, I’ll be here a while. Come back when you’re gonna give your full undivided attention    😉  [not gonna DLV competing for her attention]
Her – ok cool

[half an hour later]

Her – hello again  [Great, she reinitiates which is an IOI]
Me – 😉
Her – so your a vegetarian?
Me – yeah, but I love meat. It’s not easy    I eat soya meat all the time  [this is true]
Her – how come you decided to be a vegeterian?  [IOI, general conversation making]
Me – I was camping in Wales with my family when I was 12    I saw a cattle market in some small town    It was the first time I made the emotional connection between those Disney animals that talk like humans, and burgers    didn’t like it much  [rapport but not making a huge moral issue out of it like so many vegetarians do. My frame is I don’t judge her unless she fails a major screening characteristic which is unlikely after I screened her in the first meeting]
Her – wow    so since you were 12 you havent eaten meat    ??    thats a huge commitment n self restrain you have  [IOI and telling me something she likes in men]
Me – thanks    It was quite hard when I lived in Japan    They have fish, pork or beef in everything   [remind her I lived abroad]
Her – do you eat fish?     do you eat eggs?
Me – Veggie. I’m nto vegan    I tried when I was 17. Too tough
Her – well some people dont like eggs  [this is all simple rapport stuff]
Me – I love diary 😀
Her – 😛    lol
Me – Are you a good cook?  [qualify her]
Her – i fink im good     give me ingrediance    ingrediance*     n i can make anything  [she qualifies]
Me – I don’t like mushroom, onion, or peppers    can you handle that AND vegetarian???? 😀  [qualify her harder]
Her – noooooooo    i love peppers     n mushrooms      ill have to feed you like a rabbit    thats what youve resorted me to    😦  [she qualifies. She’s also fun, I’m really liking her girly vibe]
Me – Boo, we can’t be friends 😛  [push pull]
Her – ok      😦
Me – Maybe we’ll have to share a fruit salad from M&S    Sit in a park, like tramps    Drinking special brew  [future project]
Her – sounds good to me    loool    you muppet  [she’s confident enough to tease me but it’s basically an IOI]
Me – ME???????    A MUPPET?????  [mock anger]
Her – ill bake you a cake    (p.s i dont know how to bake)  [mock surrender]
Me – ok. You bake a cake and in exchange    I’ll protect you from zombies  [retarded vibing]
Her – yay    sounds like an amazing trade    i do respect you alot more because i dont think id ever be able to not eat meat
Me – are you a proper carnivore? into red meat and steaks?
Her – i can be a vegetarian for a couple of day but then i start craving    yYES
Me – haha, I like a girl with hearty appetites for life  [frame her for the obvious]
Her – 🙂    how was lithuania??
Me – very very good. I’m taking the gang to Latvia on Friday 🙂  [DHV]
Her – wow     im going turkey in april    but compared to your trip thats nothing    you seem to go away so often    im jealous 😦  [I am well established as the interesting worldly-wise older guy now. She is looking up to me]
Me – We go somewhere every month, for a week    prepare to get jealous…….    July was Lithuania
Her – 😦
Me – August was France     September was Lithuania again     October was Poland    November was Croatia    December was France    January was Lithuania    This month is Latvia    Next month Ireland    April is Spain    😀
Her – 😦    not fair
Me – life isn’t fair, [her name]
Her – your mean    but true
Me – I’m a horrible man
Her – im trying to find short breaks away for next month aswell    but im not really sure where
Me – What type of holiday do you want?    City, beach, adventure?
Her – short city     warm-ish
Me – What do you do? visit the sites, sit in cafes, drink like a maniac in clubs?  [eliciting values]
Her – anything    no drinking     i like cafe     and just chilled atmospheres enough to think and talk    in
Me – you never drink?
Her – nope
Me – since how long ago?
Her – since forever
Me – interesting     so when I’m drinking special brew in the park, you’ll have Ribena  [incorporate it into the future projection]
Her – yes     exactly
Me – or Orangina    maybe Tizer or Irn Bru  [just dumbass, as if those details matter]
Her – yuck    i hate orange drinks     ribenas fine with me
Me – so, to recap……     our first date is gonna be    1. me getting drunk    2. while you cook rabbit food     3. no oranges (I like oranges)     it’ll be a disaster
Her – i like oranges    but not the drink    yeah i think so too    or i could bake a cake
Me – We’re gonna be so unhappy. It’ll be like a married couple 😀    YES!! CAKES!!!! I’m excited again  [lots of rapport now]
Her – while we drink lemonade and sit and take in love warm weather    the lovely*    with a slight comforting breeze    🙂  [she’s adding value]
Me – If we need warm weather, we’re gonna have to take a flight    where are we going [Her name]?    a beach somewhere?  [so it’s easy to run with it into another future projection]
Her – yes please    barbados i think     ???
Me – ok, I’ll ring up my friend and organise a good beach hut    There’ll be a few palm trees overhanging it, mind    A slight danger of falling coconuts
Her – its fine
Me – Can’t guarantee twin beds. So no trying to jump me in the middle of the night    I need love, trust, connection…..  [frame her as chasing]
Her – if anything drops on me im sure youll save me some how    loool
Me – OK, the first morning when we wake up, we’re gonna play in the sea
Her – you muppet
Me – you fraggle  [establish callback humour]
Her – whats a fraggle?
Me – “what’s a fraggle?” she says……
Her – ok fine but if i drown youll try and save me right???
Me – you look like Red, from the beginning of Fraggle Rock    Yeah, I’ll save you. Maybe splash you a bit    What colour bikini you gonna be wearing?  [starting to sexualise it]
Her – hmmmm havent decided yet    suggest a colour?  [telling me she wants to be led, however I do want her to do some work in this]
Me – I like girly girls usually, so maybe pink or light blue
Her – (im very indecisive)
Me – It has to match my red speedos  [more playfulness, getting her thinking about me naked]
Her – nooooo
Me – like in 300
Her – i hate being a girly girl    black it is    or purple    well maybe pink if its a nice shade of pink    (p.s love 300…best film ever…men waking around in just their underwear…genius)
Me – Did you know I was almost in that movie?
Her – whatever    you liar!!    are you lying??
Me – I was gonna be Leonidas
Her – im not sure now
Me – But then they’d have to rename it “1”    😀
Her – you muppet
Me – you fraggle
Her – so do you cook then?
Me – I like cooking when its for lots of people    not so much when its just myself    I’m pretty good at Japanese food
Her – cool
Me – I’m thinking of cakes    So anyway, once you’ve chosen your bikini we gotta go play in the sea    I’m gonna have a big inflatable crocodile    You’ll have some little girly beach ball    and inflatable arm bands so you don’t drown
Her – sound wonderfully wierd    sounds*    can we go to the spa please    get a lovely massage  [she’s asking permission, so she definitely enjoys being led and looking to the man for approval]
Me – I’m not massaging you. Well, not unless you laugh at all my jokes  [I’m demanding. She’s chasing]
Her – shut up    your so silly    and by a professional
Me – Ok, I’ll take you to the spa and leave you there so I can go to the boxing gym
Her – ok sounds like a plan
Me – I’ll be properly sweating mind. I’ll be training hard. So we’ll have to jump in a jacuzzi after
relax  [more imagery]
Her – hmmmm if its relaxing why not    then dinner afterwards    or a nap whichever really
Me – I think dinner then a nap. Food makes me sleepy    You’d have to change out of your bikini    wear something elegant    ideas?
Her – nope    none at all
Me – let me see    …    wait
Her – (indecisive)
Me – I found a nice red top. It actually looks like you

It never gets old

Her – your so mean    im not talking to you now
Me – 😦    you keep calling me a muppet
Her – thats me appreciating your funny side
Me – 😛    I think a dark purple evening dress    Quite short, thin material. It’ll be hot in barabados    no sleeves    so it’s quite sexy but not vulgar
Her – i agree    i have a dress just like that actually  [qualifying]
Me – Cool. +10 points for you    …  [rewarding]
Her – 😛
Me – I’ll have a suit. Like James Bond.    But not the gun
Her – damn
Me – don’t need it. My hands are deadly!
Her – a gun would have been cool    loool    how about the aston martin
Me – Maybe. But only if they have the rockets, wheel spikes, and ejector seat  [because these details matter]
Her – we could try and get that    sounds like an adventure ahead    🙂 [she likes the idea of adventure]
Me – but you have to be my spy partner [roleplay begins]
Her – ok    😀
Me – seducing the Russian billionaire while I open his safe    but don’t enjoy it too much    it’s still technically our first date, so you’re still my girl  [sexualise, own her]
Her – hmmmmmm    ill try not to    😦    but do i get to kill anyone?    or do you get all the fun?
Me – you get to kill a few anonymous flunkies in non-descript boiler suits    a few fall over railings into shark tanks     I kill the serious opposition
Her – fine then
Me – You concentrate on looking sexy
Her – but i get to fly a plane at some point    loool
Me – Because after the big fight scene we move on to the do-they-don’t-they love scene  [this is a natural progression in the movie. We are now talking about us having sex, but in a safe way and where I have let her know it’s not a done deal]
Her – hmmmmmmmm    and the credits roll in at that point     🙂    everyones left guessing  [she’s had the opportunity to show demure coyishness, which I like. Note also she never actually stated a “we won’t have sex” rejection]
Me – Or if this is too much effort for a first date, we could just go to McDonalds for a happy meal    and I’d keep the toy  [release]
Her – hate mcdonalds    cant we just go to a nice turkish or Lebanese restaurant    you order veg n ill order meat    🙂     have some shisha n hot chocolate n a lovely chat  [telling me a date she’d like to have with me]
Me – I’ll think about it. Can you dress Lebanese?  [so I set it up for….]
Her – hmmmm ill think about it
Me – What are you wearing now?  [….my favourite question]
Her – right now?
Me – yes
Her – my pjs
Me – cute?
Her – yh    funnily enough pink
Me – Nice    Are you in bed now?
Her – yh sitting on my bed on my laptop
Me – I’ve finished all my vegetarian duck. I’m onto the last few prawn crackers now  [snip, don’t jump at the chance for more sexualisation]
Her – you fatbum
Me – I like to be fat for winter. Penguins can do it
Her – well summers coming youve got to start getting your beach body ready!!    you dont want to be looking fat in your bikini now do you??    😛
Me – Now I’m really shy     How do you look naked?  [pretty good to be asking this outright so early and not seeming uncalibrated]
Her – erm now that would be telling you too much now wouldnt it
Me – If I don’t ask, I don’t get.  [no backtracking]
Her – you make me laugh to much    too*  [IOI, accepts the legitimacy of my question]
Me – cool. When you’ve calmed down answer the question, woman
Her – im still not gona asnwer it    answer*
Me – OK. Tell me a secret
Her – hmmmm dont really have any    you tell me one…
Me – I asked you first  [defiant]
Her – ask me a question that i can answer    coz i really dont have any secrets    talk to much to have any secrets
Me – Ok    thinking    …..    how risque can it be before you get scared and run away like a little Ewok?  [the false dilemma – either she answers or she’s an Ewok]
Her – dunno    depends on the person    and what mood im in    😉    😛    to be honest with you im a good girl
Me – That’s indecisive, right there, that is    OK, I’ll give you an easy one    How many boys have you kissed, with tongues?  [sexual but not too strong]
Her – ive only ever had two guys in my life the first one did not last that long at all but the second one did so just the one
Me – I said kissed, not sex  [deliberate misunderstanding]
Her – hmmmm im gona scare you right now and tell you i dont sleep around
Me – why is that scary?
Her – ive never ever had sex with anyone
Me – actually, I have alot of respect for you now    +100
Her – lol
Me – I’m not joking you know  [reward]
Her – ok
Me – How often do you think abotu sex? You must still get horny often  [keep pushing because she’s offering only token resistance, not genuine “back off” signals. Also, this might be the first chance she’s had to talk like this to a man]
Her – looool    yh i get horny but i dont think about sex all the time not that often really    i day dream too much to think about anything normal
Me – day dream about what?  [I sense I have to back off a little, so I allow the tangent and move back into rapport]
Her – stuff…if things were different    my perfect job    sometimes i just go blank and just dont think at all    weird i know
Me – so long as you’re not driving when it happens
Her – hmmm yh that i cant promise sometimes    i think im the worst driver in the world    attention span of a fish
Me – So what were you just thinking about?
Her – i actually dont know    im trying to book tickets to the theatre    but i cant find any for the date that i need it for 😦
Me – I’m printing out my Latvia boarding pass. Woohoo
Her – 😦    lucky you    are you really a drug lord?    kingpin of some sort?  [she loves the playful stuff and wants more]
Me – International Dinosaur Hunter
Her – is that why you travel so much?    😦    drug lord sounded abit more fun  [she likes to pretend a risque edge]
Me – So we gonna snort coke from each other’s stomachs?  [sexual]
Her – yh sure something new i havent tried before    😀    yay    😛
Me – Me neither. I hope you don’t have a hairy belly    What’s your ass like. You never gave me a proper look when I asked?  [out of context this would be a very unusual collection of sentences]
Her – loool no    theres a reason for that    i dont like people looking at me    im a very conscious person    i think i have a nice backside  [coy but answers]
Me – I think you’re really cute  [It’s not all nudge-wink, sometimes it’s fine to just tell the girl why you like her]
Her – it looks great in nothing    looool    thanks
Me – You’ve got big saucer eyes, which I like. Racoon eyes    your skin colour is nice    and you’ve got a slim petite figure
Her – you idiot racooneyes    you make me laugh
Me – I’m guessing your ass is really tight. Like prodding a rubber ball
Her – you idiot    erm no comment
Me – = yes
Her – = im not saying
Me – Anyway, stop talking about sex stuff. I’m not that easy    Tell me something else  [retarded reframe like she’s escalating me]
Her – hmmmmm     whats your favourite colour in the whole world?    whats your favourite cake?    how many guys have you kissed ?    how many girls have you slept with?    whats your favourite film in the whole wide world?  [notice the one question she really cares about]
Me – ok. wait
Her – …
Me – 1. It really depends what object it is. But generally I like dark purple    2. Cheesecake    3. Don’t know
Her – ??? what do you mean you dont know
Me – Never counted  [I actually didn’t realise she said “guys” not “girls”]
Her – how many guys have you every kissed in you life time?    men….
Me – men?    zero
Her – are you serious its been that many    loool    now you get it
Me – 5. Fight Club
Her – you didnt answer my middle question?    😦    but its ok    what kind of cheesecake do you like?
Me – I will, if I get a good question in return    Strawberry  [defiance, make her work because I know she wants the answer]
Her – ok go on    ask me anything
Me – How many times have you masturbated in 2010 (estimate)?  [she did say anything]
Her – do you know hw you have self restrain with what you eat    i have the same restrain for that     (im sitting here laughing so much)  [she is not at all uncomfortable with this, the frame is so natural]
Me – Ok. I’m surprised. But I probably believe you    (you must get SO frustrated at times)    maybe that’s why you keep going blank all the time 😀  [frame masturbation as normal]
Her – hmmm    yh could explain that
Me – ok, my answer    I don’t know for sure, but probably 35
Her – yes………    hmmm ok
Me – I’ll admit, I like sex. I think it’s the most natural thing in the world  [an important frame for later, assuming this progresses to dates]
Her – i dont doubt that    its normal    so how many one night stands have you ever had?  [she’s seriously interested in my sexual history. Why? Because she’s sexually interested in me]
Me – Not so many    I’ve usually been in relationships
Her – so most of them were your girlfriends?    wow    how long was your longest relationship?
Me – Hang on, I get 2 questions now    deal?  [no freebies]
Her – ok    ok
Me – wait a mo, gotta log back in
Her – ok
Me – Longest relationship was 9 years [True. Demonstrates ability to have a successful relationship]
Her – wooooooow
Me – My 2 questions
Her – ok
Me – 1. What do you most like about men?    2. What is the sexual thing that interests you most to do (and maybe you are too scared to try)?
Her – 1. i like silly jokes n stories
Me – haha, that’s me :O oh dear
Her – loool thats alot of guys    im easy to please
Me – -5 points for being easy pleased    second question please  [I don’t go for low hanging fruit]
Her – if you can make me laugh and i dont hate you then its all good    😦    i really have no clue about the second question
Me – you’ve seen movies, read books  [make it easier for her to get the ball rolling]
Her – so    i dont have anything i want to try    maybe when i start having sex ill be a butu more curious  [“maybe when I start…” has an air of inevitability]
Me – it’s just fantasy talk. Not necessarily what you try, just what you have an interest in
Her – i genuinely don’t know
Me – Ok, I’ll rephrase
Her – ive answered your queston now right?
Me – Which movie sex scene excites you most?    answer that, then you’ve answered my question  [lead her into an easier way to answer]
Her – hmmmmmm    i dont know    …..    let me think
Me – cool
Her – my mind has gone totally blank    of i know what will help me….you tell me yours and i can think after that
Me – movie scene?
Her – yh
Me – The Thomas Crown Affair is pretty good
Her – omg yhhh    that was a good scene    i like angelina jolie and ethan hawk taking lives
Me – haven’t seen that    what’s the energy like? the emotion of the scene?
Her – very rough andjust animalistic    you could say
Me – aha, my favourite
Her – loool
Me – Did you get horny watching it?
Her – i am not answer anymore questions its your turn
Me – ok    ask
Her – so youve been with soo many different girls how can you not have met the right one yet???    what happened to your 9year relationship?
Me – It was amazing for 8 years, like in a movie. Then went bad in the last year, so we separated
Her – do you miss her sometimes?
Me – Never. I used to, especially the first 3 months afterwards
Her – thats ok then it was for the best
Me – Yeah. Breakups are hard, but if you approach them correctly you can learn from them and become a better person  [I’m a positive person]
Her – yh
Me – that’s text speak again    -5 points
Her – so what do you look for in the perfect girl?    if you say pink ill hurt you
Me – really tall    white skin    massive tits    small eyes  [exactly the opposite of her]
Her – lol    i like the massive tits
Me – yours are about a handful, right?  [sexualise]
Her – im not answering that at all    anywaysssssssssss    im gona be off to bed now coz i have to wake up bright and early    it was lovely chatting with you
Me – yeah  [don’t ask for the number or a date. No rush]
Her – night night sweetdreams
Me –  😉

Today was the 2nd anniversary of my wife walking out on me. The single worst day of my life. Or at least, that’s how it felt at the time. So, zoom forward two years and let’s look at how today went.

Bengali – I wake up 11am and after getting ready I’m waiting for Moran to get his shit together so we can do some free approaching coaching for some local forum guys. I strike up a quick Facebook chat with my 20 yr old Bengali target.

Bulgarian – My second demo set for the students is a lovely 23 yr old brunette dressed entirely in blue. I open her saying her tights have the same pattern as my grandad’s sweater. Strong hook. 15 minute set. We’ve been texting tonight to set up a date.

Uruguayan – I have a couple more weak demo sets then hook big time with a tiny 21 yr old throwabout who only arrived in London three days ago. I instant date her for a few hours (see video). Take the number, then I have to meet back up with Moran because he is trying to set me up with…..

Norwegian – A stunning 19 yr old tall blond girl. An easy nine. Moran pulled and SNL’d her equally hot friend on Wednesday and probably felt guilty for SNLing my target on Friday (a legendary night that might get it’s own post). So he feeds me this girl. Two hours later in a pub she’s pretty much climbing over the table to get me, unconsciously wanking off her pint glass as her eyes spazz out. We helped them choose dildos in a sex shop and then had some facebook sex chat.

English – The button nose girl from a legendary sexting is swapping texts with me again. I had her frigging herself to orgasm on Wednesday evening over the text messages. Maybe I’ll do a post on that later. 22 yr old. An eight.

Nigerian – The English-born man eater. I told this girl to delete my number a few weeks ago. I changed my mind and decided to LJBF her today. She agrees and says I should drop around her house sometime soon.

Lithuanian – This 21 yr old is gradually falling in love. She sent me another three sex photos tonight and future projected a sexual scenario for me.

Thai – My 23 yr old Thai who I’ve been dating for about 8 months now recently told me she wants to break up so she can find a normal boyfriend. She got drunk tonight and sent badly mis-spelled texts about how much she misses me. She’s lovely.

That was Sunday.

It’s the second day in my attempt to rouse myself for a full week of daygame. Jimmy has a touch of the squirts from a dodgy burrito yesterday so he’s a shambling shell of his former self but still managed to come out. Almost immediately his arse betrays him and he has to sit in a pub near a toilet. So we camp there.

I do a warm-up set on a girl who looks good from a distance but up close isn’t above my quality threshold. She’s fun so we chat for ten minutes then I let her go. Almost right after a proper Krauser girl goes past. I open and instant date. She’s a cute little Russian chipmunk and well into me.

The first half hour is Jimmy and I double-teaming her with the DHV overload machine until she’s well impressed. Then I signal him to give me isolation and we move to some sofa chairs in the back so I can run comfort and qualify her on her ice skating competitions. She’s well up for another date and gives me a tits-first hug that gives me a good approximation of what it’ll be like to fuck her. Good set and it’s already getting dark so I leave it at that. Here’s the video.

One thing this video proves is you don’t have to run a perfect set to get the girl. I talk too much, too fast, and often cut her off but it doesn’t matter. She’s into me, and even on a bad day my game is tighter than any other man she’s met.

Jimmy and I are thinking of hitting a full week of daygame, trying to get into stride for our the upcoming jaunt to Latvia. We want some new infields, some new local targets, and try some stuff out. It’s blisteringly cold as we shuffle around Camden Market. Very few nice girls on the streets. There’s not even many shoppers. We struggle to find sets.

After a couple of hours we are having to use mental discipline. Finally I get lucky and spot a Russian model hiding under a hat and crappy clothes. I’m not that easily fooled. I open. See the first set on the video. She’s very challenging at first and like most Russian girls just won’t crack open for the first minute. I plough, she steals the frame and I figure I might as well go with it because it’s my first real set of the day. She gives me a lovely smile on the close but it still feels weak. I’m surprised she accepts the add, and more surprised still when she comes online at midnight and I get the following half hour chat out of her (see below video).

I meet Jimmy in a pub to warm up the old bones and he’s in set with an Aussie girl. Aussies don’t count so we head back out. We’ve done a three set of beautiful Portuguese tourists. My target is into me giving me the sparkling eyes / beaming smile routine and Jimmy’s is into him but she won’t talk. Suddenly she cockblocks and the set is dead. Boo!

I’m writing the day off when it takes a sudden upswing. Jimmy goes chasing a girl down the street but she’s not much up close so he doesn’t open. While he’s gone I see a stunning 6ft Russian walk towards me. She’s not my type at all but objectively beautiful. If she dolled up and walked into a club on your arm then every last one of the punters would assume you’re a rock star. Unbeatable arm candy. I’m conflicted. I feel cold to her, no blood-bubble at all and yet I know she’s hot and a 100% Jimmy girl.

I wait. Thinking. Confused.

Then I see Jimmy on his way back. Ok, I’m gonna give him a set. I stop the Russian.

She stops easily and gives me a beaming smile. She hasn’t even heard my opener, she’s just in a great mood to be opened. I briefly reconsider taking the set for myself but I think I really am not into this type of girl. I mumble to stall her, asking about her English and where she’s from. Then as Jimmy approaches I say she looks exactly like his ex-girlfriend and it’s a weird coincidence, they could be twins. I call J-Bone over and he’s expecting to wing which doesn’t usually happen when I’m in a one-set. I re-run the opener, tell him in code that she’s not my target, then once they swap a few sentences I pretend my phone is ringing and get out of there.

Jimmy knows the score and spends ten minutes working till she thrusts her number onto him. Meanwhile I see an adorable Brazilian walk past and I know karma has rewarded my selflessness. If I’d messed around with the Russian I’d have been ruled out of the Brazilian. I run over and open saying her pigtails are very Japanese and cute. She’s a super-strong hook immediately. Five minutes on the street and I bounce her for coffee. Watch the video – that’s what a Krauser girl looks like and she’s massively into me [sound is out of synch though]. Jimmy plonks himself upstairs so I go up to have a word. As I come back, half an hour into the date my girl has written her contact info on a paper and tells me she’s arranged to meet a friend for dinner but wants to go out again with me. I add the facebook.

A cold day but alls well that ends well.

Facebook chat with Russian model (not my girlfriend, a different Russian model)

Me – she’s checking me out……  [the approach wasn’t very sexual, so try to hint it here]
Her – and by “she” you mean?…  [playful shit test]
Me – some Tartar girl    kinda cute but a bit quiet  [set the frame – either I’m wasting my time or I’m not. I need to find out]
Her – Tartar    lol    what makes you think i’m checking you out?  [trying to keep “audition” frame]
Me – I can’t believe you didn’t laugh at my joke about the sauce    I was really proud of that one  [Snip. Remind her of the approach]
Her – oh I’m sorry
Me – -5 points
Her – what…
Me – (my internet is bad tonight)    You said Manchester, didn’t you?    Going to visit friends [Snip. Some simple comfort]
Her – so is mine but whatever    yes i did  [totally uninvested right now]
Me – I’ve only been there once. I liked it. But everyone was wearing tracksuits    It was the age of Oasis  [she’s giving me very little so I try to shift it to something interesting]
Her – interesting  [I’m close to calling it a dead set now]
Me – really, how?  [Last chance for her to do a bit of the work herself. I’m not a pushover]
Her – why would everyone wear tracksuits  [ok, she’s not being too rude]
Me – [link to photo] a weird cultural thing

A cock-munching street homo

Her – and this is our weird cultural thing i guess  [great, she adds her own value. It’s just a shit test]
[photo of matching tracksuit bottoms, but on a gangly awkward Russian chode]
Me – a perfect match!    is that Russian?
Her – the trousers aren´t originally RUssian but so many people wear them there
Me – wow, you’ll fit in well at Manchester    People will think you are a local  [tease]
Her – i don’t!    i don’t wear those  [hit!]
Me – maybe if you put on some weight. Ate lots of kebabs and fish and chips [run with it]
Her – oh nooo    i think im fine the way i am right now..  [some emotional investment]
Me – you could get really drunk on cheap cocktails, then vomit in the street    like the Manchester girls  [in for a penny, in for a pound. This is the first stirring of emotions I’ve gotten so I’m gonna keep stirring]
Her – ew stop it  [hit!]
Me – 😛  [and release]
Her – gross!    i don’t do that lol  [she’s engaged now]
Me – so anyways, have you had a good day?  [comfort]
Her – yeah it was pretty good  [terse]
Me – any highlights?  [prod]
Her – a nice dinner at a spanish restaurant i guess
Me – tapas?    I love patatas bravas 😀
Her – yup
Me – I took my friends to Malaga a year ago and we spent all week in the tapas bars, and local bars    We’re going again in April  [I guess she’s just not gonna open up]
Her – must have been fun 🙂
Me – Great memories    Have you travelled much?    Did you say you grew up in three places?  [show her I actually listened a bit]
Her – i haven’t travelled that much… but i did live in Greece and the US for quite a long time
Me – do you speak Greek?
Her – not really    i was brought up by my own parents, not by Greek people after all    unless eating lots of olives and feta cheese counts  [she’s softening a bit, joking a little]
Me – it counts    a little bit  [reward but not too much, she doesn’t deserve it]
Her – good
Me – Do you feel like a wanderer?    After I lived in Japan for so long, I kinda lost some of my roots    It’s not a bad thing. Just different  [drive-by DHV, talk about emotional topic]
Her – nope, i was too young then    you lived in Japan?  [mild IOI]
Me – 5 years  [not gonna jump immediately into giving value, make her ask for it]
Her – that’s a lot
Me – I love Japan so much. Had a great time    I spent the first year living in a tiny fishing village on a tropical island there    Have you heard of Okinawa?  [DHV]
Her – sounds familiar
Me – hang on    …    I sometimes had picnics from this mountain     [link]

Really, I did live here

Her – that looks great
Me – So beautiful. I had my own private beach    sort of   The island had only a few thousand people    I taught in the Junior High School there for a year    My house was by the beach. In the evening I’d brew a mug of hot coffee, then walk to the sea wall    I could sit on the wall and just look out across the sea for miles, listening to the waves hit against the wall    very relaxing    I’ve loved being near rivers or the sea ever since  [paint a picture]
Her – what did you teach there?    must have been a great time  [I still haven’t figured out if she’s like this with everyone or just not much interested in me. Probably the latter, but if she keeps talking I’ll get her eventually]
Me – English    Yeah. After London, it was a big change. I didn’t want to leave. I got to know everyone there. The kids were great    I used to have morning coffee with the mayor every
Her – nice
Me – do judo with the boys
Her – so 5 years right?    that’s a long time  [she’s just prodding me into talking more. I figure there’s nothing to lose by doing so. Painter is sending me naked photos in a concurrent facebook chat so I need to be online anyway]
Me – 1 year in Okinawa, 4 years in Tokyo    I was in a private high school teaching for 2 years in Tokyo    loved it    but I also did lots of kickboxing there    lots more nightlife in Tokyo, obviously    Where’s your favourite place?  [DHV then question]
Her – Athens and [her hometown] i guess    and I really like London as well
Me – very different    what’s cool about [her hometown]?
Her – okaay I need to go to bed now. gotta get up early tomorrow    I guess it’s just my hometown and that’s it
Me – Ok, get some sleep.    You leave on [a few days time]?  [tell her to do what she is gonna do anyway]
Her – it’s rather big but not too crowded and i like the weather changes   yes
Me – are you coming back to London before you go home?
Her – just for a day
Me – hmmmm
Her – even less than that
Me – wanna squeeze a coffee in tomorrow afternoon?  [no harm trying. Make her decide if she’s just passively leeching value or actually gonna commit to something]
Her – I’m not really sure because I had some plans but I might have some time    idk when exactly though
Me – ok    well, I’m busy in the morning but fairly good for after then    [my number]    text me if you want to
Her – ok i’ll text you tomorrow once i am done with the stuff i need to do    good night!
Me – sleep well    😉
Her – tnx you too

I’d say chances of the date are 30%. Chances of Long Game are about 70%. This was hard work, building a conversation out of nothing. It’s notable mainly for what is not in there. She has dozens of beautiful portfolio photos in her albums and I studiously don’t comment on them, I don’t IOI her for anything, and I only reward when she does something to earn it. She’s used to being told she’s beautiful. I don’t care. This is the same sort of conversation I’d have with a Seven.

In my first foray into online game I messaged five girls. The results are in:

• Pinky – No reply, no evidence she opened the mail.
• Asian – Replied with a slightly indignant response like I’d prodded her vanity. Didn’t seem to get the joke.
• Black – Checked my profile. No reply.
• Brown – No reply, no evidence she opened the mail.
• Bitchy – Great response, see below. Notably, she doesn’t seem to have checked my profile. She just riffed on the original mail.

So out of five mails, three of them drew a girl’s attention and one hooked well. Here’s the full text of the exchange with Bitchy which all took place on the same evening as my original message.

Me: Your photo intrigued me for all the wrong reasons (for you). Such a “look at me, I’m the princess” pout I thought: this profile is gonna be funny, let’s see how much self-delusion can be squeezed into a single About Me section.But no, you seem like a normal, down to earth girl. Except Dan Brown – ugh!

Her: Haaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa