Most of the glory in street game happens 1-on-1 when you find a lone girl who is in the right mood and takes to you quickly. That’s the core of daygame and probably 80% of my lays came this way. However daygame isn’t all about hard work, it’s also about fun. Far and away the most fun is doing 2-on-2 with a good wing. You can banter better, tease harder, play off each other, and it’s relatively easy to bounce to an idate. The downside is that it’s technically more demanding and harder to bounce back to an f-close.

Nonetheless I do quite a few of these sets. Usually I’ll be out with Toe or JJ but I’ve also found my vibe fits well with two other wings. We’re all friends and we have lots of 2-sets in the bank so we instinctively know who likes which girl, how to create vibe, and how to signal.

Getting this kind of intuitive understanding of your wing’s game is crucial to the success of the set so you can avoid awkward pauses and fighting over the same girl. Here’s a set I did with John Matrix, one of London’s top street gamers. We’ve been out plenty together doing solo sets but only just started doing 2-sets. Like a new forward partnership in the England team, we haven’t gelled yet. You’ll see what I mean in the video.

Turns out one girl lives here and her twin sister was leaving the next day. That made logistics horrible so this was always unlikely. Add in that John had an appointment half and hour later and the best we could go for was a quick idate and then a delayed full date. Can’t win ’em all, but there’s no way we were letting two smoking hot Russian twins walk past us without having a crack at them.

Much of what you see happen during infield videos is “flash game” – stuff that looks impressive to students, and maybe is difficult to pull off, but that ultimately doesn’t get you any closer to banging the girl and quite probably ruins the set. Most of the high energy street stuff fits into this bracket such as twirling a girl around, picking her up and carrying her down the street, touching up her tits, and the ever-impressive street kiss close. Looks great, looks solid, but it never is.

Solid game doesn’t look very exciting. To an untrained observer it looks like a normal boring conversation. The swirly-twirly stuff is just for show.

The reality is that you’re pretty much guaranteed to never see the girl again after this and the reason is the love bubble. Street game is all about creating and prolonging the love bubble – that little cocoon that only you and her share – until you can lock the girl down with attraction, investment and rapport. For as long as she’s in that love bubble you are the only man in her life and an overwhelming masculine presence she will follow. Once it pops, you’re just another guy and she’s back in her own reality.

• Taking the number pops the bubble
• Running hard cocky-funny after the first five minutes pops the bubble
• Flash game pops the bubble.

While in the moment she’ll like it but once she’s cooled down she’ll start wondering what the hell she got herself into. She’ll probably worry that she let herself go too far and then buyers remorse will fuck you. Girls know they are easily-led. They know that when in a strong masculine presence their hindbrain will lead them off the cliff while the forebrain is powerlessly observing. So once away from you their forebrain regains control and ensures they are never again inside the danger zone and the set is lost.

Scientifically explained

This said, here’s a bit of flash game from me. I go in over-the-top bad boy, do some silly future projections and teases, and then kiss close her. It’s not a solid set. The kiss isn’t very good and nowhere near as fully commited as the others I got (but this is the only one I recorded – they are hard to predict) nor as cool as this famous one. But here you go….   I couldn’t get the girl out on a date. She still chats to me on facebook so it’s not dead, but it’s running pretty cold.

I’m taking some time off right now, working on a few new things. I’ve still got plenty of archives to post, so I’ll put some up. Got a few old lay reports too.

While I’m out with Moran and one of his students back in February I do a quick demo set on two stunning girls walking together on Oxford Street. I go direct and get the older sister’s permission to take the 19yr old’s number. They are super excited and giggly about the whole thing. At the time I’m kinda intoxicated by Romanian’s beauty and rate her a 9 because she’s exactly my type in every possible way – at least for the initial ten minute approach.

It takes a few weeks but we have a date which goes well. She’s acting like she can’t believe it’s really happening and how could she get so lucky. Nice. So I kiss close her at a pub at late lunchtime and it’s really on. But I have a pre-arranged consultation with Skeletor for 3pm so I have to snip it short. No problem, I think.

The third date never happens. She flakes twice and the second time is as I’m on my way to the bus stop to meet her. I’m angry, my core says “dump the bitch” so I tell her to fuck off. I don’t care, I’m feeling pretty abundant around that time. I forget about her.

A few months pass, and I send her a feeler text. She responds well, so I decide to move it to facebook. She adds me and messages. We have a brief chat then about midnight the next night (a Tuesday) I get into a second chat. Bearing in mind I’ve already kissed her and confirmed sexual attraction, and I can’t be bothered with time-wasting, I escalate hard and fast using my new Facebook Escalation Method. Watch….

Me: oi!

Her: [half an hour later] hi

Me: …

Her: [kiss face]

Me: awwwww…. that’s cute I can’t do the “kiss” face maybe there’s a “grab tits” one…

Her: 😀

Me: what you doing now?

Her: watching a film 😀

Me: a girly movie?

Her: no 😀 i’m watching a romanian movie

Me: I don’t mean porno-girly, I mean girls movie

Her: ‘Ho Ho Ho’ 😀 about christmas 😀

Me: I think Ho Ho Ho is probably a porno about three prostitutes

Her: :)) yeahhh

Me: I’d be the pimp

Her: 😀

Me: anyway, stop talking about sex you pervert

Her: yes yes yes always me :d 😀

Me: you’re a naughty girl I’m gonna tell my mum she warned me about girls like you!

Her: 😀 ok tell her she will never let u out :))

Me: She said… “Be careful of those brunette Romanian girls” “especially the young ones that look like a hamster” “they are all sex maniacs” thats what she said

Her: i’m not brunette anymore 😀

Me: ?

Her: look at my pics from romania 😀

Me: can’t be bothered are there any with your tits or ass in them?

Her: 😀 i dont know 😀 but u can check 😛

Me: oooookay which folder?

Her: [folder name] and [folder name]

Me: ok if they are rubbish, you have to email me a good one checking….

Her: 😀

Me: [folder 1] = rubbish 😛 checking other folder ….

Her: :))

Me: who got married?

Her: my oldest sis

Me: nice 🙂 congratulations

Her: thnx

Me: but photos are rubbish [my email] send me something good

Her: 😀 i dont have good pics

Me: you have a camera. take one now

Her: ;)) i dont have camera 😀 :))

Me: you have a camera phone

Her: what kind of pic?? 😀

Me: something sexy, with your tits or ass in it not naked I don’t know you well enough for that

Her: :)) let me check in my computer

Me: ok

Her: done

Me: checking…..

Her: [kiss face]

Me: ok, got ’em thanks

Built to fuck

Her: 😛 are not that good but….7

Me: they are fairly good one of you kneeling in sand is the best one

Her: 😀

Me: tits look good

Her: i know always look good

Me: don’t be so proud, woman! lots of girls have nice tits

Her: why not?

Me: 😛

Her: 😀 not nicer then mine 😀

Me: I’m not so sure about your ass though

Her: :)) it’s not the best photo…

Me: yeah sure…

Her: i know i have a bis ass 😀 *big ass

Me: I didn’t really notice when I met you anyway, pretty good photos I’m sure you can do better though

Her: 😀 thanks i will one day ….7 …..

Me: 7?

Her: nothing 😀 i was pressing the wrong button 😀

Me: so when I met you we established you are girly, quite cute, but also a bit silly

Her: just a bit?? 😀

Me: these photos confirm quality tits and as-yet inconclusive about the ass is there anything else I should know before we meet again?

Her: i dont know

Me: are you likely to stalk me? I didn’t like my last few stalkers

Her: dont know

Me: you don’t know much do you? 😛

Her: 😀 that’s me 😀

Me: Can you handle alcohol well? I’ve started drinking rum and coke recently

Her: 😀 yep i’m drinking only vodka with coke or cherry juice

Me: big words for a little hamster I’ll drink you under the table

Her: noooo 😛 oh…. i think…. yes 😀 u are british 😀 so u are drinking more than romanians

Me: I just bought a bottle of Captain Morgan last night it’s already 1/3 finished 😀 in fact, I might pour myself a glass right now…

Her: i want aswell

Me: you’re in [extremity of greater London] though, right?

Her: [zone 3]

Me: ah, I remember not so far jump in a taxi

Her: ;)) im going to sleep now

Me: wus but ok

Her: because tomorrow i’ll go shopping 😀 good night and sweet dreams 😀

Me: you too darlin’ 😉

So I’ve set the frame, got some fairly good compliance (mainly the photos) and made no bones about my intent. As expected she balked at the initial come-on. Better the pushy asshole than the timid beta. My value remains high, the vibe is good, and she’ll be back.

Tom and I were having a long session yesterday. The first hour or so was nasty – poor vibe, crappy girls, dead sets. But as usually happens we started to hit our stride and get some better luck with the quality of girls appearing in front of us. This was my last set before our afternoon intermission (more to follow).

I see this girl padding softly down the street with her arse swishing from side to side. Immediately my spider sense triggers. I say to Tom “that girl is ovulating” and then dodge through traffic to chase her down.

0:08 – It was her vibe that made me decide to go strongly sexual in the subcommunication. She is showing lots of skin and walking with a soft lilt. This girl feels horny.

0:15 – A mild version of the “Russian Minute” commences now. It’s one-minute of bullshit and stern looks to see if I’m the piggy in a house of bricks or the piggy in a house of straw….

0:33 – …. but because she’s horny there’s still encouraging signals for a man calibrated enough to read them. Usually these girls stare you down harder.

0:53 – Stack into conversation so I don’t kill the opener. She gives me an easy way to show defiance on her country of origin.

1:04 – Words don’t matter much. I’m eye-fucking her and about to lower my vocal tone.

1:16 – Note the hair IOIs beginning. You’ll see as the set progress this isn’t just a reaction to the wind. Watch.

1:26 – The stack is playful and hints at sexual themes. She’s heating up with the eye flirting and mouth pursing.

1:36 – She’s a pussy cat now. Her testing has given her the answer she wanted and now she wants to be led and toyed with.

1:51 – Framing her. She loves it.

1:56 – The IOI moves from her hair to her arm scratching….

2:03 – …and on to the lips

2:14 – I am providing order, structure and leadership to the conversation. I’m not just bouncing around. Often it takes longer to reach this point but she hooked hard and sexual so I go right in.

2:35 – Comfort

2:59 – Was that David Cameron just walking past?

3:24 – Allowing pauses to work the tension and she either invests into the gaps or we get a nice sexual silence. Win-win.

3:34 – No, it’s Michael Schumacher

3:42 – We’ll call that an IOI

5:08 – There’s no need to verbalise fucking. We’ve already agreed subsconsiously that it’s “on”. Now we just have to figure out if we can move through the remaining stages to sex without fucking up or logistical barriers.

6:01 – Usually this would be a set to bounce to an instant date but I had an appointment I was already late for.

If I’d gone for the instant date I’d have said I have a 50/50 change to bang her, but I wasn’t up for it.

I was out doing some day-creeping yesterday and the last girl was this rather spritely English / Indian lass. The whole interaction was a bit weird and didn’t fit the model. She hooked easily before I even finished the opener and was giving back with the banter and fun, so a delight to talk to. However my sexual vibe had been off all day so I was getting myself into interactions that we’re chill, fun and lively – but not really man-woman. Take a look….

You’ll see she was just in the mood for a chat at the beginning and her character is bubbly and giving. I tease her hard for a while, which keeps her animated and doesn’t allow her to get the upper hand. She’s clearly used to being in control of conversations through her energy alone. Then after about five minutes my frame starts to win out over hers and she qualifies harder and seeks more rapport – e.g. when she does that little jingly dance, I give her no reaction, and she starts giggling and stacks forwards. She’s into me now but I’m expecting subtle frame control games. Not because she’s a psycho or attention whore – I think they’ll be fun and naive frame control games.

Quick summary is I street-opened her last summer, had a Day 2 that went nowhere, and then just occasional non-sexual facebook chat. Something changed in her circumstances and suddenly I was able to sexualise quickly. Here is the next stage, one day after she’d agreed to the booty call. This is the full chat from when she opens me. You’ll notice I’m bulldozing all objections and while it’s extreme “pull” with very little push, I don’t start begging. The frame is “we both want this, so now I will make it happen, pushing past your coyness.” Not the tightest game but I didn’t want her wasting my time. She came the next day and I banged her.

Her: pervert

Me: sure…… are you in a taxi?

Her: yes

Me: cool tell him [my postcode] I’ll have the tea ready

Her: haha i told u maybe sunday i’m tired now

Me: I might be tired on Sunday I’m full of energy now, and I’m gonna be home all evening jump in a taxi

Her: but i’m not full of energy now

Me: sleep in the taxi

Her: hahaha its not comfortable

Me: no problem for the first hour, you can lie down on my bed as we drink something, and watch TV

Her: i’ll probably fall sleep

Me: perhaps then after an hour I’ll rip your clothes off bite and grab you kiss you a bit slap your ass and put my cock in you and fuck your brains out then make another cup of tea

Her: u are a tea obsessed!

Me: true get a taxi now text me when you are inside it I’ll expect you around 9pm

Her: i’m not gonna take a taxi now hahaha i’m working tomo again

Me: I’ll send you home at 11pm

Her: noo not todayy

Me: I’m quite busy this week. Can’t guarantee Sunday I’m free tonight. Take the opportunity

Her: monday?

Me: It’s awkward. I’ve got friends visiting from tomorrow evening they are here a week and then I go to Estonia for a week come now

Her: i cant noww

Me: do it you are tired at this moment but when you have a glass of vodka, and have my cock in your hand you’ll find lots of new energy

Her: hahaha i dnt think so

Me: [my address] wear a skirt so I can pull it up and do you from behind

Her: i’m not gonna go today!

Me: yes you are it’s still early and I want to fuck you now

Her: but i’m tired now

Me: That’s temporary

Her: no i’m tired since saturday

Me: you’ll be energetic and screaming when I get hold of you

Her: no, i’ll fall sleep

Me: oh dear, Catalans really are the worst in bed

Her: u dnt know

Me: you are all bark, no bite pull a skirt on, do your hair and come here

Her: noooo

Me: yes start moving now

Her: no

Me: you’ll be here in less than an hour

Her: i’m too tired to move

Me: you’ll be home by midnight you only have to move from your room to the taxi outside

Her: haha no, i have to take a shower dry my hair dress up and i’m too sleepy

Me: when do you finish work tomorrow?

Her: 11pm

Me: that’s too late, my friends will be here at 11:30

Her: its not my fault talk wth my manager

Me: take your opportunity now

Her: i’m too tired i’m not gonna enjoy it

Me: that’s unfortunate

Her: i’ve been working almost 12 days with just one day off between i’m soo tired

Me: I feel sympathy. It’s not easy working so hard

Her: til which day are your friends here

Me: they are here 2 weeks, staying in one of my guest rooms but I’m going to Estonia on the 2nd June

Her: i’m going to barcelona the 3rd

Me: so, you understand why tonight is best?

Her: but i’m really tired tonight

Me: I know. Difficult decision…. sleep or hot sex

Her: hahahah

Me: I know you want it, you’re just lazy and comfortable 🙂

Her: i’m tiredddd and u live so far

Me: taxi I’ll pay half

Her: nooo i have to do lots of things before i could go

Me: so do them

Her: and i just feel like i want to lay on the bed

Me: yes, my bed

Her: or sleep

Me: have a shower now, it’ll wake you up

Her: your bed is so far

Me: nap in the taxi do it get ready now

Her: nooo u r not gonna change my mind today

Me: that’s ok

Her: u’ll need to wait when u’ll be back from estonia

Me: I can wait. Not sure what I’ll be doing then opportunities come and go

Her: well…new ones come as well

Me: true the best I can offer you is….. maybe I can escape my friends for a few hours before I go to Estonia but it can’t be in my house

Her: why not

Me: because I’m probably gonna start dating one of them and I don’t want to be rude

Her: hahaha well depends when u can scape could be in my house if my room mate is working

Me: do you know what time they work on Sunday and Monday? this needs to be coordinated with miltary precision!

Her: hahaha i’m not sure probably sunday he is off must be in monday

Me: are you working Monday?

Her: no

Me: I prefer lunch time because then I can eat afterwards and not get fat

Her: hahaha

Me: Noon on Monday then?

Her: well, i need to check if my friend is working

Me: Ok. What’s your address, and nearest station?

Her: [address]

Me: postcode?

Her: [postcode]

Me: is your number still [private no]?

Her: yes

Me: I’m checking googlemap you are next to [private] station, right?

Her: haha yes

Me: Got it Ok, so your job between now and Monday

1. get lots of sleep

2. cheer for Barcelona

3. buy some sexy underwear

Her: haha

Me: 4. wear a nice skirt, top, and boots

5. Ensure your house is empty around lunchtime on Monday

Her: just my room will be empty i dunno about the other flatmates

Me: That’s not a problem for me is it a problem for you?

Her: we can put some music if not haha

Me: no problem I expect you to be noisy and rough don’t disappoint me the pride of Catalonia is depending on you!

Her: hahahaha i dnt need to be noisy to be great

Me: I’ll be the judge of that, young lady

Her: hahaha

A while back I did a quickie facebook close of a Malaysian tourist in Covent Garden. Reasonable set but of the type which frequently goes nowhere. I send a message to her and then there’s radio silence for over a month. Suddenly this drops in to my mailbox.

Her: Hi nick!    I’m sorry but I just found a message from you. Where did we meet? Correct me if I’m wrong, but did u call me an ewok by any chance?
Me: Haha, yes. I think in Covent Garden. My memory is all hazy now but aren’t you from Malaysia????
Her: Haha yes I am. I had no idea u messaged me. My facebook is retarded for some reason.     I’m back in Malaysia. How are u doing?
Me: So it’s your Facebook that is the retarded one. O…..kay.     You’re missing a good spring in London. Unseasonably hot weather. I’m lounging in a hammock in my garden, sipping a Pimms that my friends have made and watching the squirrels running up the trees. I might get up and do something productive. Probably not.    I’m taking the gang to Estonia in a fortnight. That should be good. What are you up to?
Her: I’m not joking and u can’t make me feel guilty! I did wonder about what happened to the guy who called me an ewok.    I do know how much I’m missing in London, and I am missing it with a passion. Wish I was back there, and not in sunny, humid Malaysia. But it’s always nice to see the sea again. And the really cheap beer is inviting in the heat too.    Back to work. Not-so-real work, but still work. Just watching tele. Still, it’s the life.     What do u do that u get to travel so much? It really is unfair.
Me: [Ewok], my little dear. Accept the add and let’s do this on chat.
Her: Nick, you charming thing, i don’t do chat on facebook. Or phone facebook chat, usually     I do gmail chat, and sometimes skype, but for u, I’ll make an acception in about an hour if u are still on facebook.
Me: sorted
Her: you have to add me now

[a bit of light FB chat where she complains about being called an Ewok and wants a new nickname, then we go back onto messages]

Me: I’ve got one. But I have to check it fits. Are you energetic?
Her: [blah blah] yes
Me: Are you independently minded?
Her: [blah blah] yes     what else?
Me: last question – do you like to do things your own way?
Her: i do like to, but i never do.
Me: It fits. You’re Zippy! [link to naughty Zippy]
Her: haha     is that my new nick name?     ok malaysian internet is 70% slower then europe internet, so gimme some time to find out why zippy is a cu*t
Her : OUCH why do you do that!??!     ok nick…     best be off the chat. have some friends over and hey are watching a film without me… i am being rather rude…     mail me, and i will reply!     probably, if i am not destroying blocks and what-not.
Me: oh, you’re at home? with the 7-hour (?) time difference, shouldn’t you be at work or something?
Her: I’m a singer, so I only work when I have gigs. What do u do?
Me: I was an investment banker. Now I’m having a few years off to run a business and write a few books.     Singing eh? You mean a proper singer where people pay to see you and you hit the correct notes (which is cool, and in which case I’m mildly impressed) or singing in the shower, which is just weird?
Her: Haha singing as in people pay to watch me and hit the correct notes and even sometimes, when I dare, I even sound good.     Write a book eh? What do u write about, master Nick?
Me: My books have long words and no pictures. I don’t think you’ll like them.    I think it’s cool that you sing. I find a woman’s voice very relaxing and musical. Dare I say, sexy? There. I just said it.    I’ve just scanned through a few of your profile pictures. One of them (4 of 98) looks like you are sitting next to a waxwork / Madaam Tussauds dummy version of yourself. Is that real? Are you a replicant? Should I be scared?
Her: First of all, have u been stalking for a while now, like since London? Since before u even introduced yourself??     Mind u, I have read a few long worded, non pictured books in my life time. Have u never heard of Harry Potter?!?     I guess u could find me on youtube, but I’m not exactly proud of those videos. I have some singing videos up on facebook also if u want to have a look. Or have u already downloaded them and saved them to your external hard drive?     The picture is just a camera trick. I found it just 2 really bad pictures of me, but I thought the effect was cool.
Me: I’m not gonna look for you on youtube, little girl.     My most recent book was a collection of short stories about fighting / martial arts. Men’s stuff. I enjoy writing – it feels good to let the creativity out.     I must admit, you seem like a fun girl. I quite liked your girly energy when we met. Tell me about something about yourself:

• Which of the seven dwarfs best represent you?
• What would you do for the day if you were a man?
• If you could physically transport yourself to any place in the world at this moment…where would you go?

Answer those well and I’ll give you a William & Kate fridge magnet next time I’m in Malaysia.
Her: Just so u know, I was there for the wedding and did not get a souvenir (is that how it’s spelt?) But I guess I’d like a gift.

1. Sneezy, I’m always sick.
2. Hit on a girl.
3. New York

Her: To be honest, if I was a guy, I’d scratch my balls to see what the big deal is.
Me: Ughh, you’re gross… you’re one of those Malaysian sex perverts my mother warned me about. It’s lucky you seem to have a winning personality. But let the record show I’m shocked. Appalled. A little bit.     When you’re not singing, what do you like to do? Imagine it’s a warm Sunday afternoon and you’re relaxing. Describe it.    And…. If you were a dog would you lick them?
Her: Hahaha mother knows best, nick. And I’m just being naturally curious.
Sunday afternoon = ipod, book, beer. Mmmm utter perfection. Preferably on the beach. The book thief. Yup.     And no.     Your turn.     If u were to grab a scarf off a rack, what color would it be? Best musician of all time? Preferred super power?

Me: Hmmm. I wouldn’t wear a scarf. I’m a man, not a metrosexual. Best musician? Beethoven. In the modern era I like Glenn Danzig.
Superpower is hard. Being able to sexually satisfy every girl is the best one…….. but I’ve already got that. So, I’ll choose Wolverine’s recovery powers. I love boxing and wrestling and it would be nice to reduce my recovery time after a fight.
I have to pack my bag and go meet friends now. I’m taking the gang out tonight. But you know, Zippy, I think I like you now. You’re a sexy little girl I could probably introduce to my mother. If we put you in a summer dress with ribbons in your hair you’d make a nice wife for someone.     Leave me a message for when I get home later. Something that surprises me.

I’m minding my own business on Facebook chat with some girls, as I’m wont to do, when a random Italian sends me a friends request. I search my memory and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met her before. She’s made a mistake.

A big mistake.

Let’s find out what sort of trouble she’s landed herself into…..

Her: are you the guy from soho???
Me: probably, I go there alot     on the street?
Her: maybe…but you are the wrong guy   [ok, that’s cleared up the mystery. Let’s see if I can reel her in]
Me: no problem     I have a common name     so who are you?  [low investment, she ought to be polite after opening me]
Her: the most common in england i think     i am [Milano]
Me: That much I already know     you look Italian   [slight defiance, make a guess – easy because of her name – and see if she’s curious about what I think of her]
Her: haha     i am
Me: like one of the crazy Sardinians   [tease, start to put her into a box]
Her: no     from milanno
Me: oh dear…..    I nearly got murdered in Milan   [bait a story, see if she wants to draw it out of me]
Her: haha     why?    mafia?
Me: I was there on business     my last job I travelled all over the world     usually Brazil, Japan etc, but we had an office in Milan     on my first night I get a taxi from the airport     as we come into the city centre, the taxi goes slow because a woman is lying in the road     this is a black mercedes. It doesn’t say “taxi”. My secretary booked it     there was a group of 10 middle-class middle-aged people near her     like they were going to the opera     very Milan-style clothes     and suddenly they attacked my taxi     shouting they were gonna kill us   [standard A2 DHV story. All true. She opened me so I can easily feign disinterest in classic Mystery manner]
Her: hahahha
Me: 😦     I thought “Milan is full of crazy people”
Her: probably     thats why i’m not there anymore  [she’s happy to talk about herself, so I can get her to work a little]
Me: why did you come here?
Her: i dont like milan     or italy     in general     haha
Me: your food is good  [positive frame]
Her: that’s true     i’m still cooking it here
Me: oh, so you like cooking?  [ bait]
Her: yes   [hook]
Me: +10 points for you 😉   [reel]
Her: hahaha
Me: women in England can’t cook     My last girlfriend was from Uzbekistan. She cooked amazing stew!   [release]
Her: uzbekistan?      omg!hahah
Me: well, she was culturally Russian     cos she lived in Moscow since she was 15 for all the shows     but cooked Uzbeki food. Yum!!!!   [preselection DHV and a chance for her to ask about me, which she doesn’t take this time]
Her: i’ve never tried that food
Me: I cook Japanese mostly   [minor DHV]
Her: japanese?     i love japanese food   [rapport seeking]
Me: I lived there. Beautiful people     have you been?   [DHV, allow commonality without jumping on it, stack]
Her: yes     once     it’s an amazing country     and culture
Me: wow +5     where did you go?   [reward, stack]
Her: tokyo, yokohama, shizouka and yamanashi     and some towns between    [she’s investing]
Me: ok, I understand the first 3 but why yamanishi?   [not completely won over]
Her: don’t remeber all the names     my friend is from there     hahaha
Me: !     So you wandered around Japan, causing trouble….     … like a ninja     or wild geisha   [put her in a box]
Her: yes     always
Me: yeah, you’re trouble
Her: i am  [she’s playing along, she knows that if we meet I’m not gonna force her to be a nice girl]
Me: I’m gonna tell my mum
Her: hahah
Me: she told me to avoid Italian girls   [flip the script – frame her as chasing me for sex]
Her: she is clever
Me: “Nick, never date an Italian” she said. “They are all perverts”     “She will kill you when you sleep”
Her: hahahah     yes, that’s what we do   [playing along, she’s attracted]
Me: So I tried dating an Italian.   [bait her to ask about it]
Her: are you british?   [she ignores bait, she wants to find out more about me – an IOI]
Me: English
Her: same…
Me: nope.     that’s like me saying you are from Greece   [defiance, and put it back onto her]
Her: no
Me: you look a bit Greek, actually   [another box she doesn’t want to be in and will qualify to climb out of]
Her: thats not the samei don’t look greek
Me: yeah you do     I found a photo of you looking greek

Burto’s Greek Flag

Her: ¬¬     idiot…     haha   [IOI]
Me: 😛     So what do you do in London?   [elicit investment on a high]
Her: i found one yours as well…   [playing along, working, investing – a great sign]

Woof woof

Me: British Bulldog 😀
Her: i love that dogs     they are so ugly   [IOI]
Me: hey!     that’s saying I’m ugly     my profile photo is so cuuuuuute    -3 points for Milanno   [tease disapproval…]
Her: ahahha     what u do in london?   [….which triggers rapport-seeking. She’s thinking “who is this guy I’m suddenly attracted to?”]
Me: I was an investment banker     now I’m a writer
Her: a writer?
Me: yup   [not jumping on the chance to talk about myself. I’m not gonna qualify]
Her: how many events have you written?     books     hahah
Me: 4
Her: did you sell any?
Me: One of my jobs in Japan was a fight journalist. I wrote alot about fight / boxing / martial arts     all of them 🙂     sold out!
Her: to your family and friends?   [she’s enjoying this and I’m happy to let her keep investing]
Me: -5 points for the cheeky Italian girl   [more teased disapproval]
Her: hahahahha
Me: If you were here, I’d spank your naughty ass     Are you a reader?   [sexualise then immediately stack, see how she reacts]
Her: yes     but i just read real books     hahahah     not boring ones     😛   [she accepts it but doesn’t expand upon it. Good sign but not a slamdunk]
Me: blah blah blah     I don’t think you read     I think you just talk alot
Her: why not     i talk a lot too
Me: this is the books you read

Grist for the mill….

It’s about you   [another box, while also letting her know the sex will be good and non-judgemental]
Her: haaha     yes    my favorite book
Me: So why London?   [need some comfort and qualification before progressing to close]
Her: i like london     its a cool city
Me: true     do you work here?
Her: yes     do you know [name of where she works]?
Me: the shoe shop?
Her: no
Me: it sounds like a club
Her: its a bar restaurant     very cool    in [west end] street
Me: ah, I know [that] st. My favourite cafe is there   [commonality]
Her: haha     well, i work there as an event cordinator
Me: oh, so you’re a very organised girl   [qualify her]
Her: yes     at least at work
Me: I just knew you were gonna say that     and your social / personal life is disorganised!
Her: exact     hahaha
Me: typical young girl….   [more boxes]
Her: haha     are u organised?
Me: extremely     too organised for you     you’d hate me   [false disqualifier]
Her: haha
Me: I’d be always telling you off for being late….. forgetting things…     … losing my stuff  [basic Mystery style]
Her: haha     do you think so?
Me: well, I’ve never actually met you…     but probably I’d need to discipline you     make you into a real elegant lady     like that Audrey Hepburn movie   [set her hoops to jump through to please me, while framing myself as above her]
Her: i am     i’m better than her   [she thinks she’s winning, but she’s qualifiying]
Me: big words
Her: haha    haha
Me: Do you work normal Monday-Friday?   [logistics, assume the sale]
Her: no
Me: when’s your days off?
Her: it depends     not always the same ones     it depends on work
Me: this coming week, I mean
Her: wedn and thursday
Me: ok, I’ll have a look at you. Give you some tips on being a proper English lady   [I’m being won over, just]
Her: i don’t want to be an english lady    [resistance is part of the game for girls]
Me: I know, it’s tough for Italians     we’ll start with some English tea   [reframe, bulldozer objections]
Her: I won’t be an english girl… never!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: I guess it’ll be mojitos then
Her: ok, better   [it’s on]
Me: text me [my number]
Her: i can’t now
Me: ok, what’s yours
Her: i’ll text you later     idon’t know my non-work phone number
Me: no probs     You’re at work now?
Her: yes
Me: obviously they aren’t working you hard enough…..
Her: hahaha     i can do two things at the same time
Me: Walking and chewing gum?
Her: yes
Me: I’m gonna have a shower  [escape the scene of the crime before the cops show up]
Her: ok…
Me: Nice meeting you Milano. Now get back to work!   [comfort and order her around]
Her: i am working     not hard at the moment     but working

Later that evening I get the “hey, it’s me!” text. Result.