Yesterday I went out on a Day 2 with HB Squirrel, a 17-year old girl I picked up in the street and instant-dated for an hour the day before. An extremely cute, fun girl who was into me right from the beginning. I’d took her to the cafe where I’d been sitting with Jambone for daygame and the pair of us created a great vibe until she was gagging to see me again. So yesterday she texts to ask if it’s ok to bring a friend on the day 2 and I say ok I’ll bring Jambone. You can probably guess how it turned out but I’ll tell you anyway – my target gets pestered with texts all evening by her jealous boyfriend and she never really gets into the date whereas the “obstacle” is another cute 17-yr old who is well into Jambone. For the first half hour the set is going nowhere until I turn it around with a few good gambits (see upcoming video). My girl goes home about ten o’clock whereas Jambone extracts and f-closes his girl. There’s no foul play – Jambone followed the wing rules and just got lucky – but I’m narked. I meet HB Finnish at midnight and fuck her again so it’s not all bad. Nonetheless I’m more envious than I ought to have been. It’s like going to the supermarket, spending all day cooking a roast, and then being the only person not allowed to eat.

So on to today. I have a lunch date with a 30-year old former newscaster which goes really well but I’m just not much into her physically – too old. She’s massively into me and if I’d been prepared to put the time in I’d have got the lay. She’s kinoing me within five minutes and we are well along the way with handholding, hugging and tonnes of playful kino but after two hours I let her go. A good start to the day.

Then I join Jambone and Suave in a cafe and number close four consecutive girls, two of whom are truly beautiful. The third set in particular is magnificent and I wish I’d brought out my camera. The texts with her continue throughout the day and she’s talking of moving to London next month for work. Suave’s girl shows up on her lunch break so Jambone and I move to another cafe at the other end of the main drag. I get blown out on my fifth set but as I cross back over the road to sit down I see a blonde teenager looking intently at me, having witnessed it. Five minutes later she walks slowly past our table and keeps looking back at me. She must be no older than 18 and very shy, but something about her is tripping out my daygame-o-meter. I chase her down and she hooks intensely but can barely speak English. It’s a weird weird vibe and I just think “fuck it, let’s go full on” and I kiss close her within 2 minutes. She’s petrified but loving it so I try to take her home and she’s genuinely weighing up the prospect but finally refuses. I don’t want to mack her too hard so I take the number and let her go. Wish I’d got my camera on, but at least Jambone sees it so someone will believe me.

HB Salsa texts to say she wants to have coffee for an hour (having blown me out on a kiss close a couple of days earlier, I’d written her off entirely so this is a surprise as I’d stopped contact). She is sitting with us as we daygame. I actually open a set in front of her without realising she’s there at first. She’s loving it so we are totally open. I push Jambone into two sets and the second one joins us for the instant date and Salsa helps with the DHVs. It must’ve turned her on because I end up kiss closing her. I think the lay was on but I k-close her literally five minutes before I’m due to meet HB Borat for the second time this trip. I tell Salsa this, and she doesn’t mind at all. Radical honesty. Ahem.

The date with Borat is excellent and I’m convinced this is the night I f-close her. She’s been my number one Lithuanian prospect the whole time. We have a beer, some food, then watch Inception. She’s all over me and massively romantic. I get texts from yesterday’s 17-year old inviting me out but I can’t do both so I stick with Borat. I’ve also got two earlier daygame number closes texting to set up dates tomorrow. I’m feeling great but then it nosedives.

Borat wants to call a cab after walking to my place and flat out refuses the escalation. It’s not LMR – it’s “I never intended to fuck right from the beginning”. I get really fucking pissed off. My core is telling me “burn the set, hold your boundaries”. Now I don’t start yelling or getting het up, I just reach the decision that it’s a hard “no” and tell her “this is bullshit” and do the mother of all takeaways leaving her stewing in the kitchen while I’m stewing in the bedroom for ten minutes. I’m geniunely emotionally invested in this girl and she’s the single biggest reason I came to Lithuania. I’ve been honest with her from the beginning and the only secret I have from her is this blog. She knows all about the other girls and did before I came out to see her. She’s really upset but there’s no middle ground here so I take her to wait for her taxi. At the absolute height of the emotion – her shaking, clinging onto me and tears welling up, and me also really unexpectedly upset at the end of our relationship and just standing there cold to her – Jambone comes strolling back from the club with a smile on his face and today’s instant date girl on his arm. Salt in the wounds.

Anyway, this really shouldn’t have bothered me so much. I had three dates today, kissed three girls (two were new closes), got five new numbers, got my first ever street kiss close, and set up two new day 2s. I also got my wing laid twice in two days, one which was giftwrapped and served up on a plate. Yet all I can think about is “my game sucks” and “I really liked Borat”. Also, if I’d had slightly tighter game, a little luck, and better logistics I might’ve gotten five new f-closes today.

There’s still alot of work to be done. Having leaped up a few levels in my game in the past two months I’d kinda got ahead of myself. I feel humbled. There’s still a few broken pieces of my inner game jangling around inside.

NB – I’m just ranting right now. Lots of these sets deserve individual posts so I’ll try to get around to it.

Didn’t even realise I’d hit a personal record until I was singing in the shower this morning and it hit me: I am Tony Ferrino!

Monday: I’m with the (1) French girl on our last day of her visit to London. I fuck her when we wake up and then while out shopping I’m fingering her on the street. She’s giving me the doggy dinner eyes so I take her home, dress her in a Neo Genesis Evangelion costume with knee-high leather boots and fuck her again. She’s on the afternoon Eurostar so the (2) Thai comes over to fuck

Tuesday: I finally go on a Day 2 with (3) buxom black girl. Still can’t close her but I finger her in O’Neil’s bar in Chinatown and she gives me a blowjob in the taxi to her place. There’s a separate post coming on this date.

Wednesday: Travelling to Lithuania. No girl.

Thursday: Evening date with (4) Borat girl ends with me fingering her at the bus stop while she furiously rubs my cock. Too much LMR for the f-close this time.

Friday: Second date with (5) Finnish girl who I couldn’t even k-close on the Day 2. This date ends 4am in a dark alleyway with her wanking me off while I finger her. I f-close her the next night. Perhaps I’ll do a post about this date.

Sunday: I read the news. Wash my hair. Polish my shoes.

Plenty of other stuff going on too so maybe I’ll flesh out this post when I’ve got time. Got a couple more dates today so perhaps I’ll go six for six.

I haven’t banged this girl yet. Picked her up in Lithuania and kiss-closed easily enough but the gods were against me for the lay. I’m gonna be back in her neck of the woods within a fortnight so I’ve been playing the long game. Out of my entire harem, this girl will be number one if I can slide her into position. She’s adorable.

It doesn’t really need a commentary. This girl is hyper-innocent and really needs comfort, seeing as she knows I’m a player and knows I have a harem. So this chat is all about giving that comfort, snowflaking her, and getting the LMR now so that the wicket is clear for my trip.

Formatting note: long spaces like this       mean a new line. Just removed the line breaks to reduce the post length. Timing is important.

Borat left. Suave's girl right

23:00 Her: trololo   evening good   evening good    i`ve got schedule for september
23:02 Me: hey!   my favourite Borat girl!
23:02 Her: auch, not Cheryl ;/
23:03 Her: good at least you like borat type girls
23:04 Me: Not borat girls. I like you
23:04 Her: even better;]   sooo    what i wanted to say   is that i know when i`m free in september
23:05 Me: which is?
23:05 Her: not perfect situation but a bit better than i expected    9th
23:05 Me: so you are free all day everyday?
23:05 Her: then 3 days of work    and 13-15    haha, u wish:)
23:05 Me: So let me get this straight…..   I have you completely   totally   exclusively   for one day    then three days for you to cry with loneliness      then I got you again for three days    totally    exclusively
23:06 Her: right     and you gonna have some fun with non-borat girls while i`m crying    nice    but well    there`s nothing i can do    need to accept the fact
23:07 Me: Yeah    You are my favouritist thugh
23:07 Her: will cry on somebody`s arm at work ;p    lovely :*:*
23:08 Me: So we’re kinda like boyfriend-girlfriend     In a weird way
23:09 Her: in a very weird way     `cause not aware what`s happening when we appart       no     i know actually
23:10 Me: If you lived in London we’d be proper boyfriend-girlfriend      not weird
23:10 Her: you`re visiting France ;p      but i don`t     so..
23:10 Me: Yeah     😦     you’re totally my type too…..
23:10 Her: half of Asia is your type:)))
23:11 Me: Just the Borat half
23:11 Her: what a relief;pp
23:12 Her: how is that my “boyfriend”`s at home today?
23:13 Me: Just been for work drinks.     Darling….
23:14 Her: i see     i`ve just came home from work      need a cup of tea
23:15 Me: OK. I’ll put the kettle on      now that we’re boyfriend-girlfriend, I have to be nice to you
23:17 Her: finally!      it`s a miracle    ;p
23:17 Me: Any other requests?     shall I warm your slippers?
23:18 Her: a massage would be nice:)
23:18 Me: shoulders?    legs?    breasts?
23:19 Her: a bit everywhere:]      i also see dust on the table      would be good if you cleaned it   honey    ;p
23:20 Me: I’ll clean your mouth out with soap, woman!      I mean…… darling…. 🙂
23:21 Her: ;D     ok, your not a husband, just a boyfriend      will keep such requests for the future   ;p
23:21 Me: So are you gonna ride on the back of my motorbike?
23:22 Her: cool bu not romantic;/      *but    how`s my tea?    don`t forget    no milk..
23:23 Me: Just boiled     I could take you for a dinner date in a castle by the sea     We’d drink the finest wine
23:24 Her: ooooh,i`m totally in love with you now   ;D
23:24 Me: Then we’d walk down the steps. Stone steps, cut into the cliff
23:24 Her: hahaha
23:24 Me: We’d walk along the beach, with the wind whistling around us    We’d hug tightly, to keep warm     The waves would lap the shore by our feet    We’d write our names in the sand with our toes
23:25 Her: and then we`d kissed under the rain
23:25 Me: It would say “[Borat] + [Krauser]”
23:25 Her: THE END    ;DDD
23:25 Me: Or alternatively….     …. I’d just fuck you up the ass in the nightclub toilets
23:26 Her: 2nd option just amazing     i`m fascinated!
23:27 Me: 😉
23:27 Her: as there`s still no warm tea on my table gonna have to go and make it by myslef     *myself     ;/
23:28 Me: glad you have your priorities right
23:29 Her: we`ll deffinitely chet before you come    *chat    nice eve to you    muah
23:29 Me: ok
23:29 Her: *
23:29 Me: try not to think too much about me
23:29 Her: not going to be easy..

MLTR-game is much maligned as impossible but right now I’m having a good go at it. I’ve got five girlfriends and every single one of them knows I see other girls. So far, they don’t seem to mind. There’s a perfect mix of alphaness, honesty, and comfort. I haven’t found it yet but it doesn’t seem so tough. At least in the short term.

Anyone who noticed I shamelessly ripped off a Jeffy routine = +10 points. Respect the cock.

Saturday night and I’m waiting in the queue to a high-end nightclub with today’s Japanese girl, Suave, and three Brazilian girls he knows. It’s been hard work with the Jap cos she’s been with me the past three hours to a bar, eating pizza in a park, and briefly at my house but it’s not really on. Kino is terrible due to her deliberately blocking it even though the conversation is good. The doormen don’t let her in because she’s wearing Converse and I’m almost pleased. I direct her to the station and the rest of us go in.

Right from the off the three girls are social proofing us and before long I get a strong proximity IOI from two girls in similar red dresses, one is a tall 20yr old black chick and the other a slightly porky whitey. They are trying to catch my eye but I refuse to give it as Suave and I talk like nothing else in the club matters but us and the three Brazilians dance next to us. As I walk past the black girl to go outside she makes a big effort to catch my eye and I blank her again.

Just before the doors I tell Suave to stop and sure enough the two girls are following us out. I open with “Hey girls, I see you used the same pair of curtains to make your dresses, Are you twins?” They hook immediately and we lead them outside for a smoking break. The first ten minutes is great with kino and deep eye contact with the black girl but Suave’s girl is a typical pain the arse bolshy Northern English bitch who manages to kill the vibe and cockblock me. Before my target has lost interest entirely my date turns up. She’s alone. I just walk away from the target without a word and collect my date.

Black girl 1 (red dress) goes inside to the bar so I position myself on the opposite side in full view of her, leaning back against the bar while black girl 2 (my date) throws herself over me. It’s on. Both girls are similar in size and hotness so I figure this jealously plotline has a chance at tearing a hole in the time-space continuum. Both notice each other and it begins. Suave and I are massively preselected now and he uses it to number close a cute little Colombian and brings her into the set so it’s five girls and two guys. Black Girl 2 grabs my cock and is generally escalating until Black Girl 1 comes round and grabs my arm and smiles, then dances six feet in front of me staring continuously. When Suave goes outside and she follows five minutes later I disentangle myself from Black Girl 2 and try a rapid number close.

Bloody hard work

Rebuffed. Although massively attracted her pride is piqued and she salves it by turning me down. I wish her a good night and focus on the main target. From now on I get quite an education in game from Black Girl 2. Really, I learned more in the following five hours with her than any other set. Too much to write about so I’ll put chronological highlights in bullet points.

• She wants to get £100 out the cash machine to pay her friend who is coming to deliver coke. As I walk her there she’s bitching about her high heels. I throw her against a wall and we make out. She keeps pushing me away, I blast through it.
• I call my member’s bar to reserve a table. While on the phone I click my fingers and indicate my date to come over. She does. I grab her by the throat, push her up against a wall and inbetween talking to the receptionist we make out. She loves it.
• In the taxi to the bar she’s all over me but keeps pulling away to tell me I’m a loser and probably shit in bed whereas she’s awesome. I tell her I’m rubbish and that I come within a minute then just roll over and go to sleep. She starts grabbing my cock.
• In the bar it’s really quiet and we have lots of privacy. When we talk about meeting tomorrow she remembers this morning when I said I was busy. I say just busy on the evening with my Turk who I’m gonna fuck. I suggest we meet in the afternoon so I can fuck her first and have a better story for my friends. She responds by pulling out her iphone and showing me text messages from the three ex-boyfriends she’s fucked this week. She doesn’t wanna fuck me this week because then she’d feel like a slut. I cross her off my LTR list. Fuck buddy is the limit of her potential now.
• She qualifies constantly about her sexual prowess – her £4k false tits (admittedly brilliantly installed), her too tight pussy which she claims gives men their best ever fuck, and so on. I counter by saying that stuff may be true but doesn’t interest me – all I care about is the girl knows how to hold her body in visually appealing poses and is enthusiastic. She qualifies immediately saying she can do all that and will scream my name all night.
• After a line of coke she gets her breasts out in the bar. No-one can see – the other guests have gone home and the waiter is in the staff room. I say “those are going in my mouth right now” and drag her upstairs to a toilet so I can lock the door shut. While I’m sucking her tits she’s fiddling with the lock and accidently opens it. Another couple burst in and we all start laughing. My girl runs downstairs and says it made her even hornier.
• We get the bill early and she tries to make me pay. I refuse. After some histrionics she covers her share then invites me back to the toilets for a line of coke. I finger fuck her and slap her arse while she’s cutting the lines. Shes telling me to fuck off and how I’ll never get near her pussy again. As we both snort a line I push her up against the wall, hold her wrists firmly by her sides and just stare into her eyes, lips almost touching, for five minutes as we get the rush. Massive sexual energy.
• Downstairs she sits on my fingers and I finger fuck her some more, but it looks like she’s just sitting next to me with my hand on her arse. The waiter comes to collect the bill and I engage him in low energy conversation for five minutes while continuing to frig my girl knuckle deep – who has her head in her hands trying to hold in the ecstasy. If the waiter notices, he’s acting like he doesn’t. When he goes away she hugs me and gushes about how sexy it was.
• Really late on, she stands in the corner with a leg up against the sofa and pulls up her skirt, pushes aside her panties and starts showing me this legendary pussy of glory. She’s pulling the labia apart and telling me how it tastes like honey and men are addicted to going down on her. I tell her I’m mildly impressed but I don’t go down – not unless it’s my girl’s birthday. As soon as she sits back down I point to the ceiling and say “that’s a security camera”. She is shocked and humiliated at first, then finds it hilarious and starts waving at it.
• She won’t extract back to mine, claiming fatigue. As we head out to find a taxi she starts shit testing even harder, telling me I’m a loser and boring and I’ll never get to fuck her. I tell her she’s a whore and a pain in the arse. It’s all a game though – but it seems very serious at times. Outside Revolution bar I push her into an alcove and we make out. She’s telling me some more that I’ll never fuck her then asks if I’ve ever come in a girls mouth. I whip out my phone and show her a video of me coming over my Thai girl’s face. Her eyes sparkle and she asks if I like taking videos. Then I push her head down and she sucks me off enthusiastically. I tell her not to make me come because I’m saving it for the Turk tomorrow.

Finally she gets a cab home after I run some comfort. This ball-busting frame can’t go on forever. She sends me a nice text to tell me she got home safe. Phew, what a night! Learning points?

• This girl was a self-confessed sex addict / ball-buster. The way she talked about her exes (and the texts she showed) it’s obvious she completely dominates the men in her life. Not so with me – I told her I’ll break her and every time she hit me with something I came back harder. She loved it.
• She’s nearly six foot, slim, with massive hooters and a perfect arse. She has incredible sexual confidence and tried her best to alternate between intimidating me with her sexual power while also getting me to supplicate before her to get a piece. I refused and made her chase, or just took what I wanted
• I’ve never been shit tested so hard and in so many different ways. It was an education. Once I’d figured out what was going on (very early in the initial pick up) I never looked back. It was tremendous fun.
• Great for the inner game to go through this night, and with such an incredibly hot girl. As recently as two months ago I wouldn’t have been able to handle her at all.

For all this, I’m not sure if I’ll see her again. She’s massively attracted but she’s also got lots of options already set up and I have a nagging feeling that somewhere along the line I must’ve dropped the ball a little – though I can’t think of anything. I just figure I should’ve fucked her and yet I didn’t so ergo something went wrong.

We’ve swapped some texts and she invited me out to a club on Wednesday but it was a mass text so I didn’t bother responding. She’s already demonstrated she’s totally into me so I think I have to maintain value, not chase, and see if she comes chasing.

It’s Saturday morning and I’m headed out early to begin the daygame session of our bootcamp. I’m feeling pretty good. I get on the underground as it’s waiting at the platform for a signal. The carriage is about half full and I see an extremely hot Black Girl sitting down. There’s no seats opposite her so I sit alongside and try to figure out the best opener. Takes a while and I start to wonder. She’s looking very bitchy and unapproachable – which is bullshit but for some reason it makes me stall a bit. I maintain alpha posture and ignore her, not looking her way at all like I’ve got serious shit to ponder. I catch a glimpse of her boobies trying to push out her white too-tight t-shirt. Massive, and on a tall slim girl. Ok, I’m definitely opening. The train pulls out and the driver announces it’ll terminate in a few stops.

This doesn't quite do her £4k charms justice

I look at her, scanning for anything at all about her that is comment-worthy. The only thing is her leopard print handbag.

Me: Excuse me *indicate for her to pull out her headphones, she does and leans in* Okay. There’s no way to say this without it sounding weird so I’m just gonna say it.
Her: *intrigued* uh-huh
Me: That handbag of yours. Do women realise that when men see anything in leopard print – shoes, skirt, whatever – we think of prostitutes?
Her: *gasp* Did you just call me a prostitute?
Me: Um, I guess I did. I didn’t mean to. *doesn’t apologise*
Her: *laughs*

We get off at the last station chatting about stuff as we go up the escalators. The first two minutes she’s reserved and testing my ability to plough. By the time we reach the ticket barriers she’s laughing and having fun. She claims she needs help figuring out how to get the train to her bosses barbeque so I tell her we’ll ask the staff. While we wait for him finish advising a tourist she says “Oh, I’m so tired” and puts her head on my shoulder.

STOP!!!!

*ALARM*

This girl is too into me to be doing this just two minutes into the interaction. I decide she’s deliberately escalating because she’s a dominant forceful woman and therefore the frame is at risk already. I decide to see her and raise her – something I’ll do alot before the night is out.

I push her away and say “hang on, if you’re gonna hug me I have to check you out first” and then cast a slow appraising glance over her while she giggles. I get her to spin then I say “Yeah, you’re hot. Come here” and pull her back in. After another 20 seconds small talk I say “I like your tits” and she loves it.

We get directions then go through the barriers.

Me: I’ve got to meet some friends in five minutes, so this is where we say goodbye  [not asking for number yet]
Her: *throws herself into a big hug on me, tits pushed into my chest*
Me: Woah, steady on. I’m getting a boner
Her: *laughs*
Me: *touches own cock* Yes, definitely a boner. Stop that, I don’t want this when I show up to meet my friends.

I take her number and she suggests meeting tomorrow. I say I’m busy. Another big hug and I tilt her chin up with my finger and lightly kiss close. She’s really jiggling her tits up against me trying to maintain my boner. I let her go.

If she's selling those puppies, I'll have the one with the brown nose

I’m walking away thinking “what the fuck just happened?” It was far too easy. I actually check my wallet is still there. Later on she tells me that she’d seen me get on the tube and thought “he’s cute, I’d do him” and was trying to nudge me to attract attention, checking my hands to see if I was married, and apparently stared full on for ten seconds checking me out while I was looking the other way. Interesting. I’ve been getting way more approach invitations the past month than I ever used to.

This girl is scary hot. Her face is about a 7, but her body is straight out perfect ten. £4,000 worth of false tits performed masterfully by the surgeon, tight round arse that springs like a rubber ball to the touch, long shapely legs, and flat toned stomach. Perfect.

Text game ensues after the bootcamp:

Me 5:33pm – Woken up yet darlin’ ? 😉
Her 5:36pm – Yeah lol, where are you now? x
Me 5:40pm – Back home. Making myself beautiful for a night on the razz. You?
Her 5:45pm – At my boss’s house in [zone 6] for a barbecue… where are you going tonight?? X
Me 5:49pm – Clubbing at [West End Club]. Might be able to squeeze you on the guest list for the birthday party I’m going to there.
Her 5:51pm – Really… only if you’d want me with you?
Me 5:52pm – Yeah, sure. I like you 😛 Full name needed. Is your surname [joke based on her name]?

She confirms and she’s gonna show up about 11pm. Before that I have the new Japanese girl for a few hours and my plan is to get them competing for me in the club.

Monday – Daygaming with Suave. Five instant dates and a Day 2 with a little Japanese pixie girl I kiss closed last week

Tuesday – Day 2 and kiss-close the leggy turk

Wednesday – Solo daygame. Instant date / number close an 18yr old virgin who tells me about her first blowjob. Get a few more numbers

Thursday – No gaming. I’d bought Sonic & Sega All Star Racing

Friday – Second date with Turk. Finger fuck her in Caffe Nero mid-afternoon. Number close a model during bootcamp, bring my Thai over and fuck her.

Saturday – Five minute kiss close of black girl in Tube station on the way to teach daygame seminar. Date her that night and get coke-fuelled blowjob in the street. Also pick up new Jap girl in Starbucks during bootcamp infield and date her that evening before black girl turns up

Sunday – Lazy day. Facebook of Persian girl in M&S food court then f-close the Turk – on video.

Last week or so I’m sitting in Caffe Nero by Covent Garden reading The Fountainhead. It’s a lovely day but I’m not especially in the mood for game. I get a little distracted watching girls walk by on the streets outside because my daygame is at a point now where I feel bad letting a hot girl walk past me unmolested. I need a piss and go find the toilet.

There’s a cute Turkish Girl sitting in a sofa-chair reading her book just three feet from the toilet queue I’m standing in. I look at her, trying to figure out a situational opener. Her eyes droop a little then she lets out a sigh. Bingo.

Me: Hi. Is that book really so boring?
Her: *smile* Well, sort of.
Me: It’s just that I was standing in the queue for the bathroom when I looked over just as your eyelids were drooping and you let out this massive sigh. What is it *knocks up the book with a finger to see the cover*
Her: *laughs, hooks* It’s blah blah blah
Me: Yeah, boring. I sympathise *brief hand on shoulder*

I’m in set ten minutes and it’s all indirect and comfort. The only two SOIs I give her are that I like her long black hair and also the red accessories she’s matched over her mostly black outfit. No sexual intent displayed at all. I take the number and now the main technical goal is to transition to a man-woman frame. Text game ensues that evening:

Me 5:56pm – You’re from Istanbul, right? [assumed familiarity, dominant and direct but relevant]
Her 6:10pm – Yep [waiting to see what I do]
Me: 6:43pm – Cool [she didn’t give back enough to justify a long mail so one-word-game]

Nothing until two days later when I set up the date

Me 12:50pm – Hey Little Miss Mordor 😉 [I’d had a thread about how JRR Tolkien wrote Lord of the Rings about protecting England from the Arabs and that’s why her Turkish name sounds like an Orc leader in the book] I’m gonna be in Covent Garden this afternoon. What are you doing?
Her 1:19pm – Hey i just left covent garden, had some plans with friends today… have a great day x [no counter offer]
Me 8:02pm – Aye [one-word-game and the Roissy way to handle a refused invite]
Her 10:37pm – Is it an irish way? [hmmmm, she is interested]
Me [next day] 2:00pm – Thats almost exactly…. the opposite [playful tease]

A few more texts and two of hers are fishing for me to invite her out again so I do. We meet near Soho and I take her for coffee. The first hour is full of good conversation but she’s cagey about kino for example when I’m crossing my ankle over my knee I let the knee drop to touch her thigh and she waits a few seconds then moves her thigh away. I run my three main routines (i) boxing NLP (ii) kid in church and (iii) Beach walk in Okinawa. All three hit big and she flips into sexual state. Behind us on a sofa is a mid-twenties Italian guy with a petite Italian girl who has unbelievably outsized hooters.

Me: *eyes wandering when target is talking* Sorry. I just have to say… can you keep a secret?
Her: *leans in* yes?
Me: Don’t look now but that Italian couple behind you. She’s totally into him *she was IOIing big time, looked like maybe a third date* She’s a really slim petite girl but she has absoutely massive tits.
Her: *laughs, waits a few seconds then turns around* Yes, she does. I used to know someone at school like that.

It’s raining outside so when I walk her to M&S so I can get a sandwich we share her umbrella and that gets the arm-in-arm and the implicit agreement that this is turning sexual. Then I take her to a quiet pub for more rapport and easy handholding.

Her: This is romantic
Me: What is?
Her: Sitting here, holding hands like this
Me: How about now? *leans in, kiss close*

By the time she goes to work after our two hour date she is completely sold on me. I fuck her a week later on the third date.