This is the first in a series of posts from my 10-day jaunt in Lithuania. We went to teach a bootcamp for a few days then have a team-building sargeathon. Way too much happened to cover everything, so this is just highlights.

I will NOT be writing a post on when I had to pretend to be asleep while my roommate Suave was fucking a 19 yr old girl he’d just picked up that night. *shiver* .  No post about Shammers fucking a girl on the beach in Nida. Nor of Moran coming gloriously close to a same night threesome. Anyway….

I’m out on Friday afternoon with Suave and a few more of the RSG crew for the Brazil match. Just round the back of the town hall is an open air bar showing the game on a big screen. It’s rammed. From a distance Suave spots a 2-set of blonde and brunette, saying he might’ve gotten an approach invitation. I suggest we open at half time. Dr Becks actually does the grunt work for us and does a nice pivot job. I’ve already decided I want the brunette so it’s an easy division of targets. Textbook game is run and the girls respond great. We bounce them up to our table and isolate. I’m running normal comfort and establish deep rapport quickly. Dr Becks DHVs me a few times and it’s all very easy. This girl, HB Long Hair, is exactly my type – petite, olive-skinner, flowing dark hair, cute shy smile, oozing feminine class. Suave has to take a different line because his team are playing an important World Cup match so he mostly ignores his girl in favour of the football but she’s looking at him alot and the other guys are keeping her from getting bored.

Half Cheryl Cole, Half Borat

By the time Brazil are eliminated we’ve both got hand-holding and it’s a done deal for the number. We swap a few texts and arrange a double date for the Sunday. This is where it gets technical.

First thing that happens is the girls are twenty minutes late. Rather than DLV on the town hall steps Suave and I go to the nearest bar and watch the game, making the girls come to us. For some reason Suave’s girl has brought a spare wheel – a crazy Russian girl. As we walk off to the next bar I’m in immediate isolation with HB Long Hair walking arm in arm. I tease and neg her, run more rapport. Suave has a weaker isolation with his girl because he couldn’t run all the rapport during the game like I could. The Russian is starting to get angry with being excluded.

I suggest a burlesque-style bar that is virtually empty and we have the full downstairs to ourselves including the soft sofas. We talk more and when I feel my girl is ready I take her upstairs “to have a look around”. At the first moment of true isolation I kiss close her. She’s really happy about it and we make out for about ten minutes before I lead her back to the group. She’s soon sitting on my lap like a purring cat. She has to work at 3am the next morning so I know there’s not enough time to try an extraction, though I do anyway. Now attention turns towards getting Suave the k-close. I take my girl out for her taxi, makeout again, then back.

Suave and his girl want to go to a famous lookout point but the Russian is in full-on cockblock mode and keeps screeching “No! I don’t go there. I want to dance!” We are exasperated with her and Suave’s girl (who wants isolation) argues with her. I decide its time to take one for the team and lead the Russian to a dance club, with Suave and his target to meet us there an hour later. For the first ten minutes the Russian is testy but I don’t take any shit while also giving her attention and she calms down and turns out to be a sweet girl. We are way too early for the club so we have the dancefloor to ourselves. We do stupid dancing and I make her work for my attention, which she does. Soon after the RSG guys begin to show up and we are soon lording it.

Seriously motivated cockblock

Suave texts to say he’s on his way and needs DHVs, so I pass the message around the group. He shows up having k-closed but stalled in his escalation and we great him like a king. He locks in to the power position of the group and I get him a whiskey (Burto does so too later). We all treat him as the conversational anchor and the girl is melting. I leave the club about 2am cos I’m knackered but it’s a very successful sarge.

My girl is working crazy shifts, has a business trip to Riga, and is visiting a friend in Warsaw so it’s really tough trying to find time together. I get her out one-on-one on Tuesday and events render my plans unnecessary. It’s 11pm and my group is gonna head back to the hotel for some cocktails before we go clubbing. My girl shows up alone and Dr Becks extracts her for me – this being a group of seven people (including 2 girls) going back for a hotel party. We pour drinks and it’s soon just me and the girl in my hotel room. She’s dressed in short shorts with a tight plunging top. I think it’s absolutely on despite her strongly nice-girl-not-a-slut vibe. I run my caveman kissing routine (picking her up over my shoulder, slapping her arse, ragdolling her around etc) which she loves and I’m soon lying on the bed with her legs wrapped around me. I start to grab at her top when Suave blunders in. He realises the error and leaves immediately, but that’s triggered her ASD and suddenly she’s not gonna be getting naked anymore. We still makeout bigtime and she’s properly wet, but her logical front brain is back in control of her decisions. I don’t push too hard. After a couple of hours I put her in a taxi (early shift again) and go to bed.

Girl: You might not like Kaunas ah seems like we’re not gonna meet for goodbye….

Girl: That’s very nice of you 🙂 can’t cancel, no other day left before my trip to UK, my agenda’s full, that’s my usual biggest problem you break the rules, come to Vilnius after Palanga and we’ll meet on saturday! 😉

We have a real girlfriend-boyfriend vibe and I very much like the girl. She’s said she’ll be visiting London at the end of the month (for one day!) and because I already know I’ll be back in Lituania soon I decide to play for the long term. We meet for an hour, have drinks, some light kissing and she gets the bus home. A lovely girl. Definitely LTR material if the logistics work out.

I surprised myself when I got the instant date with this stunner. There’s precious few of these girls around so to pull one is a treat. She was one of the textees during the England match and fortunately I had Jambone at my side giving advice – without it I would’ve lost the frame and supplicated before her incredible beauty. Texts go like this:

Krauser 3:50pm: Are you watching the England game? Controversial.

Her 4:44pm: Yeah, i do 😦

Her 4:45pm: Yeah, i do 😦

Krauser 4:51pm: That was painful. I blame you

Her 4:52pm: Why me?

Krauser 4:55pm: If you’d bought me a milkshake like you promised, there’d be happy vibes throughout England and we’d have won 6-0

Her 4:59pm: Did i? Dont remember!

Krauser 5:01pm: Now she’s trying to get out of  it!…. I cannot believe it! 😛 You owe me a milkshake. Meet me on Tuesday.

Her 7:25pm: On tuesday i’m busy from 9am till 12pm [shit test!]

Krauser 7:42pm: Wow, Little Miss Busy. I’m impressed!

Her 8:41pm: I’m goin to future teller 😀 Then for haircut, and THEN i’m working. Gonna be funny. [qualifying]

Jambone recommends I leave it there then call her after a day or two and before I do I get these late at night on the Monday. Evidently her fortune teller rescheduled:

Her 11:25pm: Hey. That woman told me and somethin about u!

Krauser 11:46pm: That I like coffee and action movies?

Her 11:47pm: Hah. No. She just said that you are good boy.

Krauser 11:48pm: “good boy”? Hmmm, maybe you should ask for a refund

I call at noon on Tuesday and she picks up after a few rings, evidently having just been woken up. We chat for a short while and she agrees to meet but can only make a two-hour window on Wednesday afternoon. I have to accept because I can’t let the attraction momentum die by putting it off ten days till I come back from Lithuania. In all of this my primary concern to to maintain frame control – a girl this hot must have everyone supplicating to her all the time.

The day arrives and we text to confirm. I’m actually thinking she’s only 50/50 to accept so gratified at this:

Her 2:30pm: I hope you are still coming….

She’s early and as we walk towards each other in Covent Garden I’m just thinking “be alpha, keep the frame”. It’s hard because she’s instinctively testing from the off. She’s slightly taller than me, got her makeup on, tight top and tight half-cut jeans. Absolutely stunning. Without labouring the point, she is easily Hollywood Actress / Megan Fox quality. She tells me she wants to eat (I don’t) so I walk her off to Neals Yard and she’s striding ahead of me and off to the side but I keep my pace and line until she lows down and joins me. She’s quite a talker and is immediately launched into a story about her visit to the fortune teller – and she passionately believes the woman despite the obvious cold reading. I don’t want to neg or discredit the scammer because of this:

HB Lithuania: So she was amazing in telling me so many facts that were right. Then she talked about you.

Krauser: *leaning back, semi-interested* Yeah?

HB Lithuania: She suddenly said “Who is Krauser?” Really, she used your full name straight away. I said it was a guy I’d met four days ago. Then she is communicating with my father’s spirit and says my father thinks you’re a good boy

You read that right. I have already met the (dead) parents and they like me. I wasn’t really sure what to do with such a DHV.

She witters on for another ten minutes about it all before I can get her to actually order. I make light of it but she’s actually a very sweet girl and interesting to talk to. She can’t be more than about 22, possibly even 20. I want to escalate but it’s tough because its broad daylight, she can’t drink (going to work after the date) and we are sat at a cafe. I hold very strong eye contact and she puts up quite a fight and only slightly supplicates in looking away first but I think it’s triggering some nice submissive behaviours in her. I also look distracted when her conversation is boring and she tries hard to win back my attention.

After food we move on to a nearby bar and sit on stools in a corner. Our proximity is better now and we already have deep rapport with her sharing lots about her life and anxieties but never making me an emotional tampon. I tell my little-boy-at-church DHV that makes her heart melt and she’s touching me plenty as she talks and her pupils are nicely dilated. But at no point is she in a position to make a kiss possible.

My thoughts are because of her boyfriend back in Lithuania (who she mentions five times, and seemed to have been living with him before coming here). Her talk is like a young girl rady to leave her first serious relationship but not aware of it yet. So I hold back on the kino escalation. I think it’ll need us drinking, and standing up together. After two hours I take her outside and we head our separate ways. I think I’m 50/50 on kiss closing her next time – but if I don’t get it then it’s LJBF territory. Today should’ve been the day but there were too many barriers.

There’s a ton of positives to take out of this primarily that a super hot (did I mention she was hot?) young girl is sexually attracted to me and that I held good frame throughout. I’ll mostly ignore her while I’m in Lithuania, just an odd text. Make her chase.

Not long after finishing my daygame I’ve showered off, redressed, recharged and then go out with Jambone for a quiet pint. We aren’t fussed about sarging but we’ll keep an eye out for any decent venues. On the way up to London Bridge I see a fuckin’ smoking black girl walk past. Facially she’s only a 6 or 7 but she has an unbelievably voluptuous figure and it’s all natural – narrow waist, huge curvy arse, and rounded breasts. I give chase and do my normal streetgame. She’s loving it and her manner is charming. She’s Ugandan and unfortunately says she’s got a boyfriend of 3 years who she is happy with. There was clear attraction though – I ran the set perfectly but she was simply unavailable.

Jambone and I get a pint and make our way into the beer garden of a nearby pub. It’s fairly student-y but not especially busy for a saturday night. There’s only one set that is approachable – 2 girls sitting at a wooden table. It’s convenient too because the other end of the table has the only free seats in the place. We sit. There’s a drained puch of Caprisun juice there so I open matter of factly asking if it’s their’s and how it’s rude to bring your own drinks into a pub. Then I talk with Jambone for a while and we gradually pull them in.

This set is now run using mechanical half-arsed Mystery Method. It’s quiet, relaxed and totally suits our talkative low-key game. Perfect conditions really and no rush. It’s like we are robots running through the motions:

• Periodic takeaways to talk amongst ourselves
• Opinion questions thrown out to reopen
• DHV stories
• Teasing with cocky funny

When I come back from getting Jambone and my drinks I catch one sentence from him of “she’s like a different woman now” and I immediately think “oh, Jambone’s bed & breakfast DHV story”. And the funny thing is it all hits home with the girls and they are loving it.

The SNL was a 50/50 if we’d been prepared to stay out clubbing with them because they were drinking solidly and definitely up for something. Both 19 yr old Germans. I’m afraid that means my 22 yr old German squeeze is now undercut and needs to up her game. We number close, facebook add and have an early night. I’ll probably call her.

I’m out with Suave on Oxford Street bothering women as usual. A cute little asian walks past and she has a beautiful graceful walk. I give chase and open:

Krauser: Hi. Do you mind if I give you a compliment. I was just over there with my friend when you caught my eye. You walk like a dancer. It’s so graceful.
HB Dancer: teehee etc.

It’s only a five minute set because she’s about to get the bus home and is hungry. Turns out English is actually her native language. I get the Facebook and head on to the next set. I assume the set won’t go anywhere because it was so rushed. She accepts the Facebook add and when I go through her pictures I become impressed. She’s a pole dancer and has an absolutely perfect body – proper slim curvy aerobics shape. None of that diet skinny bullshit. I throw out a feeler to see if she bites and we have the following FB mail exchange.

oh yesssssss

20 May at 23:09 Me: Have you tried the English (Pirate) language selection at the bottom of the page yet? ridiculous….  [light and non-sexual, but more involving than “hi, whassup”. Might get her to look at my profile. Remember I thought this was an extremely uninvested set]
23 May at 22:59 Her: Perhaps I just have a boring system, mine says English (US). What happens with the Pirate version? All your friends are listed as ‘matey’ (Aaaarrrr)?
25 May at 21:05 Me: Precisely. It had me laughing for ages. [no hurry to reply. I’m a guy with stuff to do]
I had a look at your photos. You never mentioned you were a pole dancer. That’s surprising, cos you look so innocent, but also kinda cool. [tease and mild SOI, trying to bait her]
28 May at 19:25 Her: Nope, I checked, and I still only have the default English settings.
I find it very difficult to slip ‘Yes, I’m a poledancer’ into random conversations on the street. And you are…something in the financial sector as well a practitioner of ju-jitsu and kickboxing? [cool, she checked me out – there’s some attraction]
30 May at 21:42 Me: Sort of. I love fighting.  [terse and manly]
How’s your week looking. I wanna take you out. Wednesday good? [go direct, she’s either into me or she’s not but this thread could run out of steam quickly]
31 May at 19:07 Her: That was extremely direct. So, I too will be direct. [bang! directness is a DHV in itself – I’ve pushed her off the fence] Wednesday is in fact very bad, as I have two exams this week. However, on the premise that:
1) You are not a serial killer;
2) ‘Taking out’ is not construed as a ‘date’;
3) You are free next week;
I would suggest next Monday. Unfortunately I have class on Tuesdays-Thursdays. [qualifying me hard and baiting me for the chump with her as the prize. A strong frame]
01 June at 16:35
1) innocent till proven guilty
2) no expectations
3) yes
Monday it is. Text me your number and I’ll give you details nearer the time. 07x xxxx xxxx. Let’s plan for about 6pm in the West End. [Didn’t want to challenge her frame too hard until I see her in person, just reframe enough to avoid being a chump and then regain the lead]
05 June at 20:14 Her: Would it be possible to push it up to 5pm? Or will you not be able to get off from work in time? In which case a late drink around 10pm? I was supposed to be free all night but unfortunately have to [blah blah]. Otherwise we could also reschedule for 6pm next Monday? [more beta bait but she’s also being polite and might have a legit clash]

A minute after this last message, the text game begins:

05 June 8:16pm Her: Hi, I’m available on this number from 2pm-2am, which is when I’m awake. Please don’t ever call before noon unless it’s a matter of life & death 🙂 * HB Dancer  [Strong frame, beta bait]
06 June 11:44am Me: Definitely not before noon….  [Note the time. I had to show some balls but not too rude]
06 June 2:03pm Her: That’s strike one  [50/50 if this is bitchy or playful. On meeting her it turned out to be the latter]
06 June 9:55pm Me: 10pm-12 is good for me. Let’s go to [blues bar]. Meet [location] 10pm
06 June 10:43pm Her: Ok, I finish at 9:30pm at [place], so I might be slightly late, but will let you know if I am delayed.

That night is a friends birthday in Soho House and also a different friend DJing just off Oxford Street. She calls just before 10pm to say she’s running a bit late and then I eventually meet her near the station. I find out quite quickly that the bitchy frame in her texts is just soft irony and she’s actually really chatty and friendly. That’s a good thing. I take her into the club and I get DHVed off Jambone and his girl then we sit around a table chatting.

Lately I’ve been practising rapport and vibing so much that I’ve neglect some of the more classic game tactics, so I pay more attention to my friends than usual (i.e. not abandoning the guys for some new girl) and also tease and neg her quite hard. I judged her character right because she responds well and starts qualifying herself. As the music gets loud I bounce her to my friend’s birthday drinks. We get there just in time to catch Burto and his Spaniard on the way out so I get DHVed there (guy with high value girl says nice things about me) and move into rapport with HB Dancer. After a drink I take her back to the club for dancing.

She’s a sensual mover and really shakes the arse well. I respond by more or less ignoring her, letting her dance next to me but focusing all my attention on my friends and just having fun. I figure she’s used to guys trying to dry hump her. Then I pull Jambone off the dancefloor and we prop up the bar talking. Before long she comes to join us and as it gets towards 2am I put her on her bus home. Finally I start some kino – light touching, push aways and end on a boobie-to-boobie hug. I’m acting like she’s finally started to win me over. I do the usual “send me a message when you’re home so I know you’re ok” which results in:

08 June 2:16am Her: I am un-murdered and home and had a very enjoyable evening. Thank you 🙂
08 June 2:19am Me: Ok thanks, I’ll recall the helicopter. Sleep well 😉
08 June 2:19am Her: Total over reaction, I can fend for myself. I disarm them with my charm 😛 Goodnight!

I’m feeling pretty chuffed. Unliked my usual sets, where text / FB game is just logistics, this one relied on it for getting the attraction high enough to secure the date. I then changed things up a little based on my intuition about her character and it worked. I leave it a day and then:

It would be wrong not to

2:04pm Me: You really wake up so late? [reopening but more challenging than “hi”]
2:04pm Her: 3 mins ago exactly
2:06pm Me: Shameful! I’ve had cats who sleep less than you do. [immediately playful judger, give her a thread to expand]
2:07pm Her: Can I counter by stating that my dogs sleep the same amount? [playing along]
2:08pm Me: HB Dancer = doglike 😀  [judging, teasing]
2:08pm Her: As in cute and good natured. Minus the fur. [qualifying]
2:09pm Me: Ok, I’ll buy that. [Reward. She’s winning me over]
2:13pm Her: And let us not forget the bitchy aspect 😛 [qualifying, showing me she’s fun]
2:15pm Me: How about the acceptance of and loyalty to her master?  [screening frame, but playful]
2:16pm Her: I bow to no man. Or woman. Or ideology for that matter. [she’s referring to something I told her on the date – a great sign]
2:17pm Me: Oh man, you’re gonna be trouble…..  [Future projecting and validating her playfulness]
2:18pm Her: Gonna be is a future prospect. I prefer to work in the present tense. [playing along]
2:20pm Me: Trouble AND a would-be philosopher. Is there any limit to your talents? 😛  [patronising her, positioning myself above]
2:21pm Her: One strives for perfection after all 😛 [accepting it]
2:22pm Me: Aye  [one word game – putting onus on her]
2:23pm Her: But one can settle for marvellous  [More qualifying, stretching out thread]
2:25pm Me: Steady on :O ! I’m going to a birthday party on Saturday night. Wanna come with?  [Finally, I have to get to the point. continue the frame of me as having a full social life]
2:25pm Her: I’m going to the circus on Sat, but thanks for the invite 🙂  [Refused! At least she justifies it]
2:27pm Me: Ok. Which days are you usually free at a normal time? Like, from 7 or 8pm. [Reframe to put onus on her as being weird and me requiring her to meet my standards – of meeting at a normal time]
2:29pm Her: Haha, normally Mondays. Unless [constraint]. Or Fridays generally.  [Good. This is implicitly accepting a Day 3]
2:31pm Me: Hmmm. Would you be offended if I show up ever-so-slightly drunk? A pint or two “to the good” as it were.  [Don’t jump directly to the ask. Imply I’m gonna do my own things and am just seeing if I can fit her in to my schedule]
2:33pm Her: Are you habitually minorly drunk on Mondays? That’s a very weird day to select. Short answer: no. But I will go home if you start doing the macarena.  [Accepted the Day 3 for Monday but I actually prefer Friday]
2:36pm Me: Actually I was thinking Friday – I’ve got a work drink 5 till 7 near [City]
2:41pm Her: Friday’s the World Cup. I’ll be getting lessons on soccer from flat mates to better appreciate [her team]’s efforts.  [Another legit excuse. I made an error in not reading her prior text as discounting Friday]
2:47pm Me: Oh, I see. [her team] will be eliminated by Monday, so we’ll go out then and drown your sorrows. 7pm good? [Tease to deflect that I’m falling into her frame, imply drinking, assume the sale]
2:49pm Her: I would like to see the triumph of hope over experience, but Monday looks good at present. Let me know details closer to the time then.
2:54pm Me: Ok

There’s a few things notable about the exchange. First, the rapidity of responses over the course of an hour. I was sitting in a cafe relaxing over coffee whereas she’s just gotten out of bed and was presumably checking her phone every minute or so as she got ready for her day. Second, the whole first half of the exchange was me teasingly qualifying her. Third, I was fighting to avoid a DLV in the second half because dragging it on without securing the date looks bad, but giving up after a refusal equally so. My attempt was to qualify her as I did it and assume the eventual sale. I think it worked. Not sure.

Note also that I have not edited her messages to make them grammatically correct. She really does write in full sentences with correct spelling. More than any other thing this is making me want to tap that ass. I love a girl who writes properly.

Anyway, she sent me a link to her doing a pole dance demo and it has absolutely confirmed my intention to bang her. Hard.

I’ve got another one-itis, this time it’s the Georgian dancer I opened waaaay back. The set went great but she put up a convincing boyfriend defense, telling me she met the guy five years earlier and he’s the only guy to put his he-rocket into her she-pocket (while teasingly complaining how Georgian girls really miss out on the excitement of sex with different guys because they are so traditional). She took my card with my number but never called and I just wrote it off. Beautiful girl, but nothing doing.

I’m out today with Suave and Wisdom for a bootcamp. The students go back at the end of the daygame session to get changed for nightgame. I see the dancer walk past again, but this time it’s crazy-hot summer weather and she’s wearing crazy-hot short shorts. Oh damn, I love dancers legs. Nice thick thighs. I give chase and call her name. She turns around. I stare, smirk and then she recognises me.

I wasn’t mic’d up but the conversation was great and she was entrancing me with those wide brown eyes (and tits, pressed up against a too-tight shirt). Should I describe it, or would you rather watch the video? Okay then. Keep a note of how much pussy tingling goes on.

And yeah, my shorts are cool too.

BONUS POINTS: Can you guess the music? Both were from Japanese arcade games. The credits from one with a big peripheral. The main music from Sega.

I’m out with Suave and Subzero on a Sunday afternoon in town. The sets are going fine and we’re having fun. We decide to walk into HMV for some shop game. Browsing through the DVD rack I spot a cute petite HB7 Arab. She’s wearing a daft flat cap, so that gives me my opener.

Krauser: Hi. I just noticed you while I was looking at DVDs. I had to come over and tell you I love your style.
HB Arab: *beaming smile* thank you
Krauser: Except the silly hat. It looks like something my grandad wore to the greyhound racing.
HB Arab: *gasp. laughs*

It’s an easy hook and she’s so demure and maidenly. Muslim too, so doubly fun to think of a possible deflowering. We chat about five minutes when her big fat friend comes over. I immediately include her and she’s on my side quickly and is actually a pleasant girl too. There’s about ten minutes in all and then I take the Facebook. We’d already figured out she was going back to Libya in a day or two and I didn’t fancy my chances of extracting her with the bodyguard around.

I assume the set is finished, but she adds me to Facebook and I decide to give things a try.

Krauser – 19 May at 00:13
HB. I just had a quick look through your photos. Is that really you? They look like you cut them out of a fashion magazine.
HB Arab – 19 May at 10:09
Hiiiiiiiiii, those r not my pics hehehe
Krauser – 19 May at 13:03
That’s very naughty. And I thought you were such a nice girl….
HB Arab – 19 May at 13:27
lol I am nice girl, u think putting other pics then mine would be naughty of me?
Krauser – 19 May at 15:00
Yes.
HB Arab – 19 May at 15:18
but am not
Krauser – 19 May at 16:28
haha ok I’ll believe you this time. So can you upload a real picture so I feel like I’m talking to the real HB Arab? maybe with your old-man flat cap from the greyhound racing…..

The next day I check in to FB and almost immediately a chat window pops up. Here it is in full tedious detail:

11:35 Her: hi  ;);)
11:37 Me: hey!
11:38 Her: how r u? hope still remember me :D:D
11:39 Me: Ha ha, I remember. You’re the pretty girl with the silly hat
11:39 Her: hahahaha  u think that was a silly hat   lool
11:39 Me: Yeah, but it looked cute on you
11:40 Her: thanx  i just liked that hat
11:40 Me: It’s a bank holiday today, so no work!
11:40 Her: wow lucky u
11:41 Me: Gonna feed the ducks in Hamstead Heath with some friends
11:41 Her: enjoy   am stuck at work  :(:(
11:41 Me: boo
11:41 Her: :P:P
11:41 Me: So you’re back in [arab town] now?
11:42 Her: Its [arab town] not [other arab town]
11:42 Me: Oops  They are nearby tight?
11:42 Her: [town] is in Asia  but [town] in north Africa
11:42 Me: [other town]?
11:42 Her: near to tunis, Egypt, moroco & Algeria
11:43 Me: Yeah, my bad. [local joke]. I know.
11:43 Her: yep exactly  hehehe
11:43 Me: When are you next coming to London?
11:44 Her: dont know maybe in july or August  but not sure
11:44 Me: It’ll be good weather then. I’ll show you around. If you promise not to be naughty and cause trouble
11:45 Her: lol hahaha   am a good girl    am not a trouble girl but sometimes ppl get me involved  ;);)
11:46 Me: I’ll have to watch you carefully then…..
11:46 Her: hahaha
11:46 Me: I have to jump in the shower now. I’m leaving at 12.
11:46 Her: ok
11:46 Me: later
11:46 Her: talk to u soon
11:47 Me: one last thing  put up a real picture!
11:47 Her: yes  hope so

Looking good. She “likes” a few posts on my wall and then posts herself. I post back onto hers. Then next time she’s online the same as me I reopen. I forgot to save the full chat but it starts with her saying she’s had a great week, then I tell her to send me a photo. She does, of her in London the day before we met where she’s not smiling. I tease that she looks miserable and she should send one from right after we met, cos she’ll have a huge grin then. The rest is as follows:

Likes anal. Probably.

23:56 Her: cuz havent met u
23:56 Me: Have you got one of your smiling/  ?
23:56 Her: let me check
23:58 Me: cool
00:01 Her: here i got 2
00:02 Me: waiting…..
00:03 Her: soon   did u get it
00:03 Me: still waiting…..
00:05 Her: got them
00:06 Me: Not yet. Are they worth the wait?
00:06 Her: lol  i dont know
00:06 Me: Or are you pulling a stupid face and sticking your tongue out?
00:07 Her: its my internet to slow
00:07 Me: Anyway, how’s your week been?
00:07 Her: so great
00:07 Me how so?
00:08 Her:
had dinner with friends    in chinese resturant  :D:D
00:09 Me: nice. Mixed vegetables fried noodle. That’s my favourite
00:10 Her: its was nice   is the weather there getting better
00:12 Me: It’s burning hot here in London. My head looks like a tomato
00:12 Her: loool  really  its burning in here too
00:12 Me: I bought an old man’s flat cap similar to yours. We can wear them when we go to greyhound racing together. We’ll be like a cute old-age couple
00:13 Her: wow that will be coool. who knows maybe in july
00:13 Me: Hopefully not between 1st and 11th
00:13 Her: no maybe at the end
00:14 Me: Cool.  What else will you wear at the dog racing. Think carefully – we have to look REALLY old, or they might not let us in.  Like, 60 years old
00:14 Her: hahahha.  oh my god.  i guess u got my pic
00:15 Me: First one, in your room. No smile.
00:16 Her: how comes
00:18 Her: u did not like it
00:18 Me: Oh, it’s a nice photo. but I asked for one where you’re smiling. I remember you had a cute shy smile
00:19 Her: oh havent got much pics smiling in them.  but will tag one and send it to u.  soon.  tomorrow
00:19 Me: Too cool to smile?
00:19 Her: yeah
00:20 Me: hahaha. Yeah, send me one.
00:20 Her: :P:P.  but not today tomorrow i will
00:20 Me: What’s your favourite photo on my FB?
00:20 Her: u have alot of nice pics.  i was wondering why u r not putting them
00:21 Me: putting where?
00:21 Her: on fb
00:22 Me:
***** ERROR *******
***** GIRL LOGIC ******
***** MAKES NO SENSE ******
00:22 Her: i mean the profile pic.  hahahaha
00:22 Me: ah, I don’t change that much.  I like the squirrel
00:23 Her: but u got much nice ones
00:23 Me: Thank you. A favourite?
00:24 Her: there is one.  u r in an old city.  but u r too far away
00:25 Me: hmmmmmmmmmm, not sure which. Which album?
00:26 Her: tag one of th elephant pics
00:28 Me: I tagged one with you.  just now. Hope you like it
00:30 Her: with me
00:30 Me: not sure what you meant
00:30 Her: thats anice one.  its a nice pic. there is in an album called
00:31 Me: called what?
00:31 Her: beautiful long weekend.  i like the pic u r sitting in it
00:32 Me: Ah, Seville!  Beautiful city. I went with my ex-girlfriend
00:33 Her: yep.  thats cool
00:33 Me: Didn’t put her in them 😛
00:33 Her: but no pics of her.  hahaha. i love the pics
00:34 Me: thanks
00:35 Her: now am going off to sleep. had enough for today
00:35 Me: good night
00:35 Her: and i got to wake up early. good nite
00:35 Me: 😛
00:35 Her: and sweet dreams
00:35 Me: you too
00:36 Her: ;0  😉 😉

And probably oral too

So what do you reckon the odds are of her coming to visit and there being one less virgin for the suicide bombers to claim in Allah-land?

UPDATE: Confirmed both the anal and oral. Heh!

I’ve been getting let out at 4pm or earlier last week so I thought I coudl squeeze in some solid day game. I ended up dating a whole host of women.

Monday – Romanian volleyball player
It’s a day off and I trundle into Covent Garden. Scorching weather and I’m loving it. I’m over on Neal Street and I see a tall girl looking at a google maps printout while standing next to one of the charity elephant statues that are all over London. Cue situational opener: “Hey, I have to ask. Is that a map of elephants?” She laughs, tells me it’s actually for her new barmaid job she starts tomorrow. I comment that her accent sounds like one of the female assassins the KGB send after James Bond. I run rapport and then on the ten minute mark bounce her to a nearby cafe. She’s not especially hot but she’s tall, leggy and curvy. The instant date lasts about 90 minutes and it’s ok but too solid – I struggle to feel any sexual tension. I take her number and move on to other sets.

Bump. Set. Spike.

Tuesday – nothing
I’m out solo and for some reason I just can’t get going. Can’t remember the last time I failed to open a single set. I just didn’t feel like it and there were no girls hot enought to inspire me.

Wednesday – Finnish horserider
I’m walking along South Bank when a cute Polish girl goes by. I open and hook but she’s on her way to meet her boyfriend. As soon as she goes I see a leggy girl go by dressed like she’s come out the stables. It’s not actual equestrian dress but rather fashionable clothes that look remarkably like them. I open with “Hi. Where did you park your horse?” For the first five minutes she’s very flighty but then settles and I bounce her across Embankment bridge then a takeout coffee while we sit on the grass by Trafalgar Square. The rapport is excellent and she fully opens up to me but I can’t get the sexual tension going. I walk her along St James’ Park to feed the ducks, take her number and let her go.

Thursday – German artist
I’ve already done my sets for the day when I meet Suave as he is just starting. We’re chatting near Covent Garden when I see a cute little squarehead sitting on some steps drawing a picture of a building. I open asking what she’s drawing and she’s super friendly. I tease her for a while then bounce her to a nearby pub. After a pint we go on to a member’s bar. The conversation is great and she’s trying hard but she rebuffs all escalation, claming a boyfriend. I enjoy the date but its going nowhere.

Friday – nothing
I do some sets but nothing sticks until the last two, a cute Italian and a hipster Brazilian, but both have logistical problems.

Saturday – Romanian LTR
I haven’t seen my LTR for a few weeks since she came round to pick up her cardigan (that she’s left when she stormed out the house because she wanted to go to the park but I was busy fighting a three-headed hydra end of level boss in Ninja Blade and there’s no in-game save function). An AFC friend was having a BBQ so I thought I’d take her along. She drives across London to collect me then across the other side to the BBQ. It’s a fun afternoon and I take her to Epping Forrest for some jollies.

Sunday – Chinese maths student / Guyana sister
Suave and Wisdom are teaching a student so I roll up to help out. It’s a glorious day and I’m on fire. Just a fantastic vibe everywhere we go. About my fourth set I hook a timid little Chinese throwabout and I’m actually surprised when I successfully bounce her. These timid little kittens normally bolt. We sit in the piazza eating ice creams. She carelessly mentions a boyfriend but doesn’t seem to care much about him. After half an hour I take her number and send her packing.

On the evening I have my Day 3 with the little Guyanan minx. That goes great and I think I’m f-closing when we get the tube back to my place and buy a bottle of wine but she suddenly gets LMR outside my house. I’m not that fussed to push it so we go to a nearby pub where I verbally escalate on her then literally pick her up over my shoulder, spank her arse, and carry her to the local park for some making out. I finger fuck her to orgasm then send her on her way.

From Day 2

Monday – Aussie fashion girl
I’m headed along the South Bank expecting to do normal daygame when an old target rings up and invites me to a park. We meet up early afternoon in Camden and I walk her to Primrose Hill via a pub. There’s kino and banter from the off. I’d thought it was a dead end a month ago when suddenly I got the k-close. Then she got busy with a family trip and the attraction momentum died. Or so I thought. We have a great time and she is the absolute best arm candy I’ve ever had. She’s almost six foot, catwalk-leggy, and was wearing immodest short shorts and a flimsy top. As we walked through Camden with her clutching my arm literally every man was staring at her and suppressing envy of me. We spend a while chilling in the park and she’s stripped down to her bikini by now. There’s lots of flirting and I k-close her again. It’s a funny one for calibration. At no point did I feel I could push it further than where we were. A slow burn, I reckon.

Arm candy

I didn’t do any sets today and the three numbers I took yesterday I told the girls I’ll call in a few days. So nothing to do and I turn my attention to other things. While checking in to Facebook I see the Italian 19 yr old is online. Ok, let’s give that a shot:

On the right

23:35 Me: Hey, did you have a good weekend?
23:36 Her: of course….and you? Have you already back in London?
23:37 Me: Yeah. Still a bit fragile. Saturday was a VERY long day for us
23:39 Her: I can imagine ;);) …..my sister say you hallo :):)
23:42 Her: says
23:42 Me: cool. Where did you girls go later?
23:44 Her:we stayed in that pub until midnight I think… then we went home .. short but nice evening :):)
23:45 Me: we went to a strip club. Very naughty :):)
23:49 Her: ahahah.. did you enjoy?
23:51 Me: Yeah, but I spent all my money buying dances for my brother. It was his last day of freedom….
23:53 Her: you are a good brother! :):)
23:54 Me: Haha. I try. Have you got plans to travel around England yet?
23:55: Her: ….On monday I go back in Italy unfortunately… and this time I don’t come back in England :(:(
23:56 Her: Are you going to travel in Italy?
23:57 Me: I want to, especially around Florence and Rome. Probably later this year
23:59 Her: Florence and Rome??…. noooo .. You have to come in my city… the lake is beautiful and you can enjoy, I can show you my places ..
23:59 Me: Your city sounds boring
00:00 Me:Yeah, that would be nice. Are you visiting London before you go back?
00:02 Her: No this time I can’t …but I would like to come another time just to visit London.. Everyone says that it is beautiful… so I want to discover if it’s true ;);)
(I’m sorry for my awful english)
00:04 Me: Yeah, I know lots of great places. I’ll show you when you come here
00:05 Her: I hope so :):) …
00:07 Her: Now I go to sleep… Tomorrow I’ll go to college :):) Have a good night…
00:07 Me: ok. Good night

I get my washing hung up between typing, so a productive little sortie.