This was notable mainly for the speed with which I whizzed through my SDL model. Before we get into the nitty-gritty be advised that SDLs are nothing special. Banging a girl before the sun sets on the day you met her is just an ego thing – it really shouldn’t matter whether you close her then or a couple of weeks down the line. It’s also virtually impossible to SDL an eight or better – high value girls just don’t do these things. But just for a moment accept that you are trawling for sevens / sixes to get your end away before sundown, even then to pull off an SDL you are relying on all the planets aligning. Specifically:

• She’s easy
• She’s disoriented
• She’s at the right time of her cycle
• She’s single or otherwise not locked down by another man
• She’s got nothing better to do today
• She’s taken an immediate sexual liking to you

If you can recognise these factors then you can start thinking there’s an SDL in the offing. My personal recommendation is to go out looking for girls you really like and run your normal A-game (idate, rapport, phone number, day 2, kiss, day 3, sex) and don’t think about SDLs unless the opportunity knocks. So…. onto this one…..

Team Krauser had just arrived in Oslo late the night before. It’s Saturday lunchtime now and we want to hit day game so we head to Karl Johanns Gate, a main pedestrain shopping area. Just as we step onto it I’m waiting at traffic lights when I notice a cute girl next to me. First open of the day, I go in light telling her she looks nice but incongruous. She responds great and hooks immediately.

I notice a nose piercing and think “she’s easy”. First box is ticked but I’m not thinking SDL yet. I bounce her across the road and onto the patio seats of a cafe then commence the usual attraction and rapport material. She tells me she’s just ambling around shopping (“nothing better to do”) and just moved to Oslo a few weeks ago and just moved into a new flatshare. She doesn’t know many people here (“she’s disoriented”). There’s no mention of boyfriends (“She’s single”). I sense the planets aligning.

With me having no idea what bars are good I get her to suggest one nearby that is in the direction of my hotel. As you’ll see in the video interview she’d already decided she wanted me to fuck her while in the cafe, but I didn’t know this yet. We sit in some dark metalhead bar and do more rapport. I seed the idea of gin & tonics next. She’s presenting no obstacles and showing no signs of leaving, which signals full steam ahead. No kino yet – I wanted to do zero before the bedroom just for the lulz.

After a drink I start walking her the ten minutes towards my hotel and begin occupying her forebrain and giving the pretext of we are looking for a supermarket that has tonic water and lemons. About halfway there she asks “where are we drinking them?” and I tell her “my hotel.” She shrugs acceptance which means it’s on like Donkey Kong and only bad luck or incompetence will prevent the close. It’s at the supermarket that the video begins.

It’s on

I get her into my room and release the pressure by slow movements, not hounding her, letting her check her mails while I mix drinks etc. Soon we are lying next to each other on the bed. I let the chat go for ten minutes and finally work kino to pull her in. First two times she resists but doesn’t backtrack. Third time is the charm and she’s naked within two minutes. While I’m doing her in the arse I get an interview for the camera – some snippets of which are on the video. Two hours from street to bed. I regain F-Town.

Learning points.

• Don’t try to force an SDL or you’ll burn too many sets. But be aware of when conditions are ripe
• Girls make up their mind to fuck you very early sometimes. After that it’s about just taking off the handbrake and freewheeling downhill without crashing
• Lead, lead, lead.

Postscript: Once I was done, Helmut and Toe came up to our shared room and I tried to pass her on to them for a threesome. We concocted a lame pretext for me to leave the room to get more food from the 7/11. I told Toe to text me when it was safe to return. Ten minutes later I get the text…. “She’s just punched Helmut. I think you can come back now”

Aside from vampires and gypsies, Romania’s biggest export is girls up for fucking British guys. My first post-game girlfriend was from there, as was my first free blowjob from a whore, and my first foursome. Now this young lady.

It began as a quickie ten-minute street number close as a demo set for students while I was doing one of Andy’s bootcamps. She hooked hard but you just never know so I was pleased when the text game struck home and she was obviously keen to meet. That was a Sunday and the following Friday afternoon we meet for an English tea. The closing bait I’m using these days with foreigners is to ask if they could be an English lady and drink proper tea from proper china cups because I know a great tea shop. She buys into the roleplay.

Proper tea in a proper china cup

I’d decided to follow a hybrid Day 2 model using elements of different wings’ models. It went like this….

Location One – Tea Shop

This is all about building comfort. We sat face-to-face and just chatted about usual get to know each other chit chat while I focused on solid body language and tried not to talk too much. She was giving good keen eye contact and investing plenty so it felt on. I didn’t do any kino or verbal escalation. The conversation was focused on how it felt living in England and the differences to her home country. After we’d finished our pot of tea I led her 200m away to a nearby cheap pub

Location Two – Pub with alcohol

Now I wanted to start putting booze down her neck to loosen the vibe and get her sitting next to me to test light kino (mainly just seeing how close she was comfortable positioning her body relative to mine). She’s a highly educated girl so good for Intellectual Mastery. At one point I thought I’d overdone it and killed the vibe but then I started to notice the looks she was giving me and the long pauses as her mind scrambled to unpack what I’d said. That’s when I realised she was doing the “who is this guy?” double-take and my contrast game was hitting. We had one pint and time for more leading. As a side note – we never double-backed on ourselves in the location changes. It was always progressing in one direction.

Location Three – Softer vibe

I take her in to my favourite member’s bar which has dark leather sofas and mellow jazz. It’s a great DHV in and of itself and it was hear I started dropping the big-time DHV stories. In particular I did the “financial and geographical freedom” spiel and flipped all the attraction triggers with stories about my nephews and friends. I’d been hoping to kiss close here but the waiter put us in separate lounge chairs rather than the sofa so it was physically impossible. This necessitated adding in a fourth venue when I’d have rather extracted from the third.

Location Four – Bar with good atmosphere

I went for the kiss as we walked to the next bar, making a bold move on the pavement. She turned her head away but stayed close in. That’s all I needed to know it was on. We went into the basement of a cool Spanish bar for another pint and made out. At this point I still felt like the bedroom close would have to wait for another date but things progressed faster than I expected. I put her into the domincance kino position and she snuggled up nicely and when it was time to move on I did a test with the stone

The Stone: Take a girl’s hand and say “this is how you make me feel”. Then put her hand on your boner

One wing has long told me that when in doubt get your cock out. It can change a no into a yes and when this chick kept her hand on it and started rubbing I thought “ok, that’s the It’s On Moment” and I pulled her outside and bundled her into a waiting taxi.

Her: Where are we going?

Me: Disneyland

I distracted her forebrain for a while and when she asked if we’re headed to my place I said yes. She nodded and accepted the inevitable. Credit to Tom for his bold extraction routine. Once we got back to Chateau RSG half the gang were getting shitfaced on imported vodka in Jambone’s room. Big Toe loaned me the cash for the cab and then as I walked in to say hello they all held up hand-drawn scorecards rating my girl a seven. Accurate.

My magic castle. Now with added Hard and Soft dominance

Rather than risk her cooling down joining the party I put her in my room and told her no shoes on my carpet. Then five minutes letting her mess around on my laptop and I pounced. A great lay. Then we dressed, joined the party and we began the handover to Jambone.

I nearly fucked this one up many times and it was hard work. I was out a couple of months ago along Oxford Street and having a so-so day. There’d been a couple of instant dates but nothing really sticking so I decide to take a time-out in Wasabi to eat some cheap tofu curry. As I leave a curvy Polish-looking chick in a tight black figure-hugging t-shirt and skirt rolls past. She’s got the archetypal stripper’s body with curves all over and massive false tits (DD, she tells me later). So I open and she’s really low energy and sultry.

I wonder why she attracts so many stares

Within two minutes we are talking sexual when I ask her if she’s seen any girls today with a better rack than her. So we stand side by side checking out other girls on the street to see if anyone fits the bill. Once I’m sure of the hook I walk her to the nearest bar. It’s beautifully located and full of homos. We sit down in a corner by the toilets (yes, you guessed my intent). She’s strangely quiet and softly spoken like she’s smouldering with sexual energy. I verbally escalate hard by telling stories of fucking, showing her dirty text message exchanges and soon her hand is on my cock. She tells me she’s married and shows me her ring.

Woah. Hold the phone. What?

Something doesn’t ring true (see what I did there? see what I did?) so I keep going and when she hits sexual state I try to drag her into the toilets. No go. After the second drink she wants to go home and I let her go. We chat on Skype that evening and I keep verbally escalating. Probably a mistake to overdo it but she’s playing along.

A few days later we have the Day 2 and she’s quiet, weirdly reserved but I figure if she came out she must be attracted. Kino is awkward and she says it’s “inappropriate” when I kiss close her in the bar. Day 3 is horrible because she’s got a migraine so we barely exchange words for an hour and I just practice subcommunication to keep myself entertained. More Skype and she sends me pictures of her tits in a new bra. It’s all a bit weird. She’s clearly a low-esteem girl and admits as much. She also comes clean and says the “I’m married” ring thing is just a ploy to stop guys opening her, which she claims happens loads.

Finally I have a head-to-head with one of my wings to figure out what I should do on Day 4. His advice is simple – push push push until I either fuck her or she storms out. I meet her at Baker Street and before she’s even arrived the tour bus chode has opened her and is knuckle-dragging at her heels so I have to dismiss him before I take her to the park. It’s as we walk around the park I get an eye-opening sight: every single guy is checking her out. And I mean every single one. Joggers, cyclists, husbands taking kids for a walk – everyone. It’s no exaggeration to say over 100 guys blatantly wanted to fuck her within half an hour’s walk. This girl must live in a strange reality.

I run lots of comfort, no kino, then an hour in go for another kiss. She literally fights me off, so I hold her down hard and she relents. She tells me it was inappropriate to do that in public. On Skype before Day 2 I’d told her in the pub idate I’d wanted to just grab her hair, drag her to her knees and stuff my cock in her mouth. Her response had been “that’s so hot!”. It was obvious this girl was gonna put up strong token resistence. I take her to a pub and she spends a while telling me I’m not gonna fuck her and she agrees to come back to my house (but she’s not gonna have sex with me). I parade her past the boys to approving nods. Especially those tits. Damn, what a pair! Upstairs we have a little vodka and I pounce.

As expected she’s resisting plenty. So I keep letting go and giving her an out, which she never takes. She never gives me “no” or “stop”. It’s always variations of “this is so inappropriate” or “you shouldn’t be doing this to me” before re-escalating me. Before long I’ve got my cock between her bare tits, which is a bigger win than fucking her in this case. Then I pull her remaining clothes off and fuck her. It’s a mediocre fuck but a joyous sight to look down at the quality of body I’m fucking.

Good grief, what a pair!

Then she gets all buyers remorsey and wants to leave. She calms down when she realises I’m not trying to pump’n’dump (she’s low esteem, remember) so I keep her around another hour. We are still in contact but it’s proving difficult to get an encore. Strange girl.

Learning points

• Be very careful about over-escalating early if the SDL isn’t on
• Some girls will tell you they need to be taken roughly, then you can do so
• But when going in hard, always leave her “outs” so she knows she can actually get away if she wants to
• Girls with huge fake tits are usually low esteem. That’s why they get them, and the tits just exacerbate their problems.
• You get strong intent when you go into a date deciding “either I fuck her or burn the set”

I’ll admit this girl was below my usual standard. I’ve never been one for bottom-feeding (even pre-game) and after this one I’ve decided I’ll have nothing to do with any girls below a seven, and only drop below eight if it’s easy. This was really easy.

Regular readers will remember my Spanish flag who I passed on to Big Toe. After the fat man closed her I suddenly had an idea, like connecting dots between the elusive and the obvious – I didn’t just do my friend a good turn but I did her one too. She really liked him. So next time she shows up on chat it goes something like this (to paraphrase):

• Me: Big Toe is pretty cool isn’t he
• Her: He is. Much cooler than you 😛
• Me: You realise that you owe me a girl now, don’t you
• Her: Yes
• Me: So start looking. Who is suitable and single?
• Her: I don’t know any. All the single girls I know who want sex are in Spain
• Me: Keep looking

About a week later she suggests her Chinese and Italian flatmates and sends sample photos. Neither is a sight to behold but of the two the eye-tie is kinda my type. Sunday evening rolls around and Spaniard wants to meet Toe. I tell her to bring her friends and I’ll show up. We manage to rouse JJ too. However the plan for a 3-on-3 date is scuppered when I get an unexpected text from Russian Catwalk Model wanting to meet for an afternoon coffee. Hmmmm. I don’t have an Italian flag but RCM is a full 4 points higher on the scale.

It's a flag

After five hours of coffee, beer and food with RCM I roll up late to the 3-on-3 with her on my arm. We’ll call that preselection, shall we? My team falls into wing rules, DHVing me a little before my arrival and then letting me lead the conversation. RCM is shooting daggers at the three hussies while Italian is IOIing plenty. Last orders soon arrives and I go home with RCM, recording this audio before I bang her one last time.

It’s easy to put Italian on facebook the next day and run some light chat before taking her out for a date. It’s freewheeling downhill with no effort – I just lead her with a few pubs, run comfort, and sound her out on sex. Her and Spaniard had already done the private girl-talk about fuck buddies so there wasn’t much for me to do. I could sense Italian really felt out of her depth because she qualified hard and was constantly fishing for reasons why I’d bother talking to her. Then she suddenly puts her drink down and gives me The Speech:

“Ok, I’ll be honest. I want to have sex with you. Not tonight, I can’t for a week or two, but I will. If we both like it then great. If not, that’s ok.”

I nod, take her to Primrose Hill (scene of an earlier special moment) and she sucks my cock till I come in her face. Then we go our separate ways. A week later I meet her for a quick drink while I’m out with Tom – already planning the hand-off – and finally we set up a date for her to come round to my house. I do her rationalisation hamster the polite service of plying drinks down her neck and an hour of conversation before taking her upstairs for a fuck.

She’s a good performer but just not hot enough. After busting a nut it’s a chore to keep her around. She’s pawing at my cock all night and finally I grudgingly sympathy-fuck her in the morning. Haven’t seen her since. Learning points?

• Don’t fuck girls when you know that the moment you bust a nut you want rid of them. It’s bad for the inner game
• Girls are surprisingly logical and premeditated about sex when your value far exceeds theirs
• Even easy girls require a bit of coaxing and conversation if you want to leave them feeling ok afterwards

It’s the second full day of Big Toe and I’s jaunt to Estonia. We’ve been ripping it up in daygame pushing for bouncebacks and flagrant sexual propositioning. Not the type of solid game I’d usually recommend but sometimes you want to push the envelope on a specific part of your game. We are doing more of the same in nightgame with rapid escalation. So we’re pumped. On the way to the bar I see a slutty-looking 2-set stroll by. Young girls with curvy figures and ripped-up punky clothes. Me and Toe exchange glances. “Let’s just blatantly hit on them for sex” I say and we run after them. They crack open easily.

“Hey girls. We were just over there when you walked by and we literally just saw you. Me and my friend here, we are on holiday in Estonia. We’re about to go drinking but we’re a bit tense. We thought that if we can find a couple of girls, take them home right now, and fuck them… then we’d relax and have a better night”

The girls are dumbfounded – a huge adrenalin spike wobbles their legs and they are hooked strong deer-in-headlights style. We keep ploughing and they realise we aren’t backing down and actually intend to bounce them 50m down the road to our apartment. They start to get turned on. The little redhead is in sexual state and would’ve done it right away but her brunette friend is more resistant. We spend a while telling them exactly how we’ll fuck them and occasionally slip into playful teasing and state raising. Finally we decide the girls aren’t up for it right now but might later, when left to chew it over in their minds. So I number close the redhead telling her “we’re going drinking now. We’ll swap numbers and then later if you get horny and fancy some great rough sex, let me know”

like this, but with another 5kg

Then we go out to a shisha bar to meet Toe’s date (a stunning 21yo ’9′) and her friend. We plan to go to a good club that we’ve been recommended, where one of my girls from the prior night is waiting for me to show up. Then I start swapping texts with redhead. It’s a boring exchange but just note how it is purely logistics. This girl had been given no comfort at all – just a five minute attraction set and even that was basically just intent, with little finesse:

• Me 1:08am: We are smoking shisha at delaguardia. What you doing?
• Her 1:17am: Sitting right here, outside at O’Malleys
• Me 1:19am: We are at Delaguardia, at the shisha place. Come join us
• Me 1:34am: We are going to Club Privee
• Her 1:44am: We were just about to come up to delaguardia but ok
• Me 1:44am: Club Privee!!! Join the party!
• Her 1:45am: It costs too much
• Me 1:46am: Boo! Come outside the club and we’ll find you
• Her 1:58am: We’re pretty much near here right now, what next?
• Me 2:00am: One minute, gonna see if they let me outside
• Me 2:02am: They say I can’t go out. Can you come in?
• Her 2:04am: I don’t have enough money with me at the moment
• Me 2:05am: It’s 7 euro. I’ll pay that if you promise to 1. Laugh at my jokes and 2. Treat me like a super hero. Deal?
• Her 2:08am: Haha, would be a deal, but what about my friend, i cant leave her alone
• Me 2:09am: Ok, both of you BUT…. you must be our slaves. ok?
• Her 2:18am: Hahah well… We’ll see about that. But we’ll be there in a few minutes.
• Me 2:20am: Ok, we are on the right, upstairs. Surprise is
• Her 2:22am: Guess I’m coming alone* but you have to come to the door to pay you know.
• Me 2:24am: Wait. 1 min
• Her 2:25am: I’m not there yet, chill
• Me 2:26am: Fucking hell woman, I just walked down the stairs! It was a good song. Text me when you are at the door
• Her 2:31am: Im at the door.

So I make my decision. I’ve only been in the club half an hour helping Toe raise state and be independent of his target, and the 19 yr old virgin I kissed the night before is somewhere in the club but hasn’t found me yet. A classic bird-in-the-hand / two-in-the-bush scenario. I go downstairs to check out my girl.

She’s up for it. So I ditch the club and just start walking her to my place. It takes ten minutes and I finally run comfort comfort comfort while engaging her logical mind. Once inside the apartment I tell her shoes off (“the wood floor is too clean”) and walk her to the bedroom to watch youtube videos. She lies next to me and then I roll over and close her.

Note: the interview / sexual fantasies thing begins about the seven minute mark

I get the expected token LMR which is easily defeated by intent (and some fingering). I give her some dirty talk and take her anal virginity, which she fucking loves. All the usual despicable depravity and by then Toe is home, sleeping on the couch. So naturally I try to pass her on. I reframe her on her attitudes to sex, DHV Toe, and push quite hard to get her to go into the lounge to fuck him. She’s considering it but it’s just a bit too weird for her. A few days later I booty call her and she walks 5 miles through the worst part of town in her heels to receive the Krausercock. She tells me she doesn’t understand why she did it.

All the back-story is here:

• Approach / Day 2
• Escalation
• Logistics

There’s not much more to add so I’ll skip to the close and the epilogue. I have to close her quick because my soon-to-be-new-girlfriend is due to arrive in London in a few days and will be living at my house. So I don’t really want to be bringing girls back when she’s there. Hence I rush this one and strong-arm the Spaniard to jump on the bus the next morning.

It’s the first time I’ve had a girl come to my house based purely on the internet and already DTF without having to run the usual seduction game. She arrives all dressed up, sexy underwear and as you’ll see from the video her mind is in that curious sexual state of anticipation from the moment she steps off the bus. I do her the decency of pouring a drink, showing her the house, and then chatting for twenty minutes so she doesn’t feel any more slutty than she already feels.

Then fast escalation, no LMR. It’s typical fuckbuddy sex – wild, unconstrained, and she does everything I tell her to. So I collect my anal and cum-on-face flags. She’s a surprisingly good lay – very intense. The moment I finish it becomes a chore to keep her around so I ask her to show me her prior boyfriends on Facebook. I notice they all look the same – Aussie / Kiwi, black hair, and basically good-looking versions of Big Toe. So I start DHVing him. A couple of days later she’s on FB chat with me angling for a repeat performance:

Me: You like Aussies, right?

Her: Yes. Have you got one for me hahahahaa

Me: Actually, yes

After that it’s easy – I suggest them as friends and Toe takes over. Within two days she’s in his bedroom with her tits out. He just a2m’d her last night. My work here is done….

P.S. – The post-script is she has totally gone over to Toe. She still chats to me on FB but has lost all sexual interest in me.

I’ve keenly aware that I haven’t been putting up any lay reports for a while. I’ve been having more sex than at any other time in my life but things briefly became very strange. For example I had three girls in 24 hours, got a handful of new anal flags, had about six near misses with absolute stunners, closed a girl then passed her on to a fellow bastard, and also got a girlfriend I have decided to date exclusively (well, sexually exclusive, I’m still allowed to get numbers and dates). Yes, she reads the blog.

So you guys will have to make do with the archives for the time being. Here’s one from May….

trapped in the love bubble

I’m out with Jimmy doing some street game late afternoon in Oxford Street. He’s hitting a few sets but I’m doing nothing because I’m just not feeling it. Then as we are walking to the bus stop home a super-cute Krauser girl walks out of River Island and gives me a long stare. “Jimmy, that was an approach invitation wasn’t it” I ask and then chase her down. It’s raining. She smashes wide open from the beginning and is giving back. This is what a good lead looks like and it’s all effortless. I mini-bounce her under the M&S canopy to get out the rain and then after ten minutes walk her to the nearest pub. Her hindbrain is “on” but the forebrain is cockblocking. Things I hear during the first drink:

• “I don’t kiss on first date. I’m not that kind of girl”
• “I have my principles and they won’t be bent”
• “We’ll never have sex. It’s not like that”
• “I only have sex with my boyfriend”

We are tucked away in the back of a pub and I’m running all the usual stuff to get into deep rapport quickly. She’s totally my type – petite, hair and eyes like milk chocolate, massive and firm natural breasts, curvy, sweet and demure. She’s here for just two weeks doing a language exchange and she leaves in three days. I’d have happily dated her but logistics mean I have to push hard and fast. She rebuffs a kiss close after twenty minutes.

I will not be denied. I ease off, run more rapport, then verbally escalate until her eyes are spazzing out. Then we make out. I have to rush home for a session of Call of Duty with Burto and she has some kind of formal dinner to attend. So I drag her into the disabled toilets across from our table and get her tits out. Good lord, what an amazing pair! She’s well into it but still doing the “no sex”. Fair enough. We arrange to meet the next evening and I run more comfort to soften her buyers remorse.

Next evening we meet 9pm in Camden at which point the video starts. I run light attraction refreshes but concentrate on the deep rapport like explained on pages 121-132 of my book. There’s nothing physical because it’s unnecessary – she’s already crossed the sexual rubicon and I don’t want to start chasing. I bounce her to the next pub and she’s getting antsy because she knows where this night is ending and her forebrain is resisting. So I keep calming her with “nothing will happen except what you are comfortable with” etc. We get a second drink and during the first makeout she spills her wine all down her dress. I verbally escalate her by the book (literally, using patterns from 133-148 in the book. And yes, this is shamelessly plugging it) until she’s grabbing my cock in the pub while telling me how we won’t have sex.

I try to bundle her into a taxi but she’s telling me she’s going out clubbing tonight and must be home soon. So I walk her to the bus stop taking the scenic route via Primrose Hill. More make outs, more engaging of the forebrain, and we are sitting under a tree halfway up the hill. We can see the silhouettes of a dozen drunk teenagers having a party at the crest. She tells me we won’t have sex for the tenth time in ten minutes and then asks if I have a condom. I’m fucking her in the grass within the minute. After I’ve finished doing the dirty we walk back to her bus stop and that’s the last I see of her.

She texts me the next day:

🙂 it was brilliant 🙂 i forget about my cold and my dream was wonderful 🙂 thanks for that 🙂 🙂 wish you all the best for today 🙂

I try to get her over my place before she returns to Russia but the forebrain is solidly in control now and she really does have lots to do. The Russian anal flag will have to wait, and Bongo doesn’t get to see a new girl.

This is a Royal Wedding special. Friday was a glorious day to be English. The future King of England marries his mannish disobedient trollop, and Krauser finally closes a Brazilian nine he’s been working since the autumn of 2010. Allow me to recap the story.

I’m out with Suave around Piccadilly at the arse end of August when a very elegant and poised brunette strides past on the other side of the road. Aside from her obvious physical charms she has an athletic grace and coordination. I open telling her she looks like a horse-rider who’s lost her horse (she had tight beige trousers and riding-style boots). She laughs, hooks and tells me she’s a fresh-off-the-boat Brazilian. Ten minutes and I take her number. Light text game ensues, none of it very good work from me. Too boring, too nice guy. A week later we meet for a drink and she bizarrely tells me she’s only got twenty minutes between appointments. The language is stilted too. I walk away having cross her off the list. A failed set.

Burto believes the world is unfair, after what I did

About two weeks later I reopen her and we swap texts for a while until we have a proper date. I take her around Covent Garden, run rapport, and kiss close her in The Three Keys pub. It’s all going well but it sets up a pattern that will continue throughout the set – when she’s physically present she’s massively into me and IOIing, but when she’s on the end of the phone she’s flighty and flakey. Third date is more of the same, another fortnight later. While we are in the pub I finger fuck her next to the bar, in bright lights and full of people. She loves the public danger of it. Can’t get her home. A week after that I bump into her in Covent Garden when I’m walking down the street holding hands with my Thai girl. She doesn’t like that at all.

By late October I get a late night call from Suave and then Moran. They were out doing street game in Oxford Street and opened her. After a couple of minutes Suave (talking in Portuguese) realises it’s my target. Like a solid wing, he instantly curbs his intent and starts DHVing me to her, and Moran joins in. She texts me an hour later gushing at how fate struck.

More messing around from her ensues. I meet her at the station by my house and she won’t come home, so we end up in some chav pub for a drink before she wants to bail. Around this time she has to return to Brazil for Christmas and to care for a dying relative. She keeps sending me texts like:

• “Hi Krauser, I arrived in Brazil on Monday and I’m really sad about my [relative], his problem is very serious and I don’t know yet when I go back to London. Miss u….” (mid-November)
• “Hi Krauser, nice to hear from you 🙂 I’m fine but still worried about my [relative] – And you? Are u okay? Tell me the news. Miss you and I’m always thinking of you….” (late November)
• “Why are you smashed? lol What happened? Miss you a lot x” (early December)
• “Everything is fine here, I’m enjoying the summer as much as I can before I go back to the cold London. Enjoy the party, but please don’t cheat on me! 🙂 I wish I was there x” (mid December)

You get the idea. She keeps affirming her adoration for me in texts and then not actually wanting to meet for dates. I dismiss her as a games-player. In January she’s back and we have another date, another makeout, and then nothing. I’ve ruled her out for the third time and enforce radio silence. Then, in early April I’m out in Piccadilly with a student when I just bump into her. An extremely awkward conversation ensues in which I lose the frame at the end and say “give me a text sometime and we’ll go out.” I write her off for about the fifteenth time. I’ve been letting this girl dick me around too much and I’ve only half-hearted listened to my core (which was saying “she’s fucked in the head, next her”)

Surprisingly, this is where the momentum builds to the lay. Sometimes sets seem gone, and they rescue themselves. She texts me the next day saying she’s glad we met, has been working alot lately and “but i would love to see you again with more time… 🙂 I like you a lot but as a friend… and i dont know if it is ok for you… xxx”  I’m done with the idea of fucking her so I’m fine accepting the LJBF. I tell her that’s fine because I’m not single anymore. I ignore her and a week later she hits me up on Friday morning asking if I’m free that night.

… and in a way, I guess it is

I go out fully intending to do the LJBF thing. We agreed to meet 8pm in Camden and true to form she texts 15 minutes before to say she’s late and can we meet at half past. I say ok and change location to another pub down the road. She’s on time and I so zero sexual interest in her for three hours. I’m just leaning back, using solid non-verbals, and doing zero chasing or escalation. And lo and behold, she starts chasing me hard. Leaning in, kinoing me, bringing up sexual topics, verbally IOIing me. I consider these to be a trap, bait to see if I jump with my tail wagging like a little puppy. She’s confused when I don’t and chases harder. I realise about two hours in that she’s burning a flame for me and all that “just friends” talk was bullshit. I’d kinda assumed she was LJBFing me because I’d failed to meet her attraction threshold. Now I realise it was the opposite. She was trying to LJBF me because she was too attracted to me and knew that as a player I could hurt her.

Hmmmm. Back to game mode.

I continue to give her the friends treatment but throw her a bone every now and then about how she’s physically my type. I tell her I’d have dated her but she’s too random and flakey. She asks to see pictures of my last girlfriend and the next one, and I really enjoy showing them. P..r…e…..selection! A catwalk model and a large-breasted wonder girl. It’s well on now. We’re both getting drunk. We end up in the pub that Amy Winehouse always passes out in at midnight. Some local higher-beta types try to hit on her but she doesn’t get out of her seat as they stand in front of her losing value. I ignore it and open an Italian couple next to me. The chodes continue:

Chode: You seem tall
Her: Oh, thanks
Chode: How tall are you?
Her: 5′ 9″
Chode: Hmmm, you seem a bit shorter
Her: Oh
Me: He’s trying to make you stand up to show him. Stand up.
Her: Oh, ok. *stands up*

The chode gives it a few minutes of dancing monkey and then gets dismissed. Brazilian sits back down and tries to join my conversation with the Italians. I’ve just made her think I’m trying to palm her off on other guys. So she IOIs me more. She’s telling me how much she likes me, how I’m a nice guy, the only guy she can rely on etc. I take her to another pub and we are trashed now. She has to go outside for fresh air so I let her, and stay inside drinking. Ten minutes later I go out to find her slumped on the floor against the wall with two chode white knights trying to rescue her. I check on her, tell them she’s my guest (NOT my girl) and go back and drink. I’m really not fussed about her getting stolen, although to be honest the chodes couldn’t even outsarge Jambone. I go back out again ten minutes later and just pull her up and inside. She’s leaning on me on the seats and I go have a piss. I come back and one of the chodes is in my seat, next to my beer, hitting on her. I chuck him out of my seat and he slinks away.

I’m now telling her we’ll smoke dope back at my house. First I walk her up to Primrose Hill at 2am. We are drunk and need to sober up a bit. We lay down and look at the stars. Finally I kiss her, for the first time in three months. She likes it. We’re getting cold so I walk her back to the main road and score some dope from a local shifty black guy. And then it’s a bus home.

She’s acting up a bit know, verbalising her own attempts to LJBF me. I give her a quick tour of the house and then we roll up in my room and smoke. I’m going for the Burto dope close routine. She loosens up and we make out. She’s giving me all the “we won’t have sex” talk. I try escalating her about three times and she keeps knocking me back when I try to get past her tits. Finally I decide to just lie back and sleep. I’ve really had enough. She’s been setting hoops and traps for me for several months and this is just yet another one, I think. So I lie back, shut my eyes, and prepare to sleep.

My core awakens. No! Fuck this! I’m not taking this! Bitch comes into my bed, bitch is gonna get fucked.

I go after her with strong intent. She says no, I say yes, she says “aahhhhh” and squirms in pleasure. I know by now that she’s extremely turned on when I breath in her ear and lick her earlobe, so I do this and caress her. I force my hand between her legs and rub her up, breaking through her token resistence. I finger her hard and she’s grabbing me tight, moaning, reaching for my cock. That mutual caressing is the Its On Moment. For the first time since I met her I’m convinced I’m definitely fucking her. I pull away a bit and move my cock to her face.

Her: We are not….. ahhh….. having…. ahhh….. sex
Me: No we aren’t. We’re just friends.  *frigs her harder, pushes cock to her mouth*
Her: ahhh… do you have a condom

I turn to get the condom and when I turn back she’s ripped her panties off. So I stick it in her and squash her into the mattress for half an hour. She has a fantastically firm gym body. Literally the best body I’ve ever dignified with my cock. As I’m nailing her from behind, grabbing a handful of her hair, getting her to tell me how much she likes my cock in her, three thoughts cross my mind:

• Its the wee hours of the final day of April when I get a new notch. This means I have fucked a new girl every calendar month for a full year – I get the twelfth month at the death. And three of the last four were full on nines.
• Poor old Prince William is consumating his marriage with a 30+ unremarkable trout at the same time I’m consumating my new notch that cost me two beers and a bag of dope.
• Jimmy is sleeping alone next door, doubtless hearing the whole affair, crying tears of ineptitude.

This was a long-winded affair. I’m out in Piccadilly in early November with Suave and Jambone. I’m not finding any girls I like and it’s half an hour into the day without me having done a single open. Suave has been scoffing some pink chocolate given free in a promotion outside a shop on Regent Street. We get to the lights by the Trocadero when I see a bona-fide Krauser girl waiting on the opposite side of the road. I hand my video to Suave and say “I’m gonna open her.” A technical problem immediately presents itself.

• Do I wait for her to cross? (stalker)
• Do I open her midway across? (weird)
• Do I stride purposefully through the traffic and open her before the lights go green? (perfect)

I get quite an audience from the bystanders but unfortunately Russia is not paying attention. Its difficult to kill her momentum but once the lights go red again I know I have succeeded. I’m heavily screening and refuse to be impressed by her modelling. I’ll intersperse this post with paraphrases of how she explained her thoughts after the fact.

Rationalisation Hamster #1: When you stopped me I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. I was late for a meeting and you were totally not the type of guy I like. I never like guys with pendant chains and rings. You seemed dumb………. I’m not sure why you had such a strong effect on me. I think I was sexually attracted to you from the beginning.

I have to go to Croatia so I leave it a week then we exchange a few messages on Facebook so I can build comfort, DHV a bit, and show I’m not in a rush to get her. I completely ignore her portfolio pictures and instead SOI her from her holiday photos. We agree a date.

Rationalisation Hamster #2: Your facebook mails showed another side to you, when you spoke about travelling and how you enjoy the culture of Croatia. I thought maybe you are different to how you first looked. I wasn’t really interested in having a date with you but it was a strange time in my life and I’d just decided to give up on a guy I liked a few days earlier.

We meet in an English pub and she’s not wearing any makeup and is dressed in simple jeans and sweater. I learn later that she actively discourages men from liking her and this is one of her strategies. The first twenty minutes are awkward then the vibe softens and I take her for English tea. She really opens up and we get deep rapport quickly. My frame is mostly being open about who I am and what I want. I’m still nervous because she’s my perfect ten and I haven’t closed any girls of such extreme beauty before so I can’t believe how well it’s going. I take her on to my members bar and finally start some kino. She’s telling me its too much too soon so I back off a bit but make sure I get a light kiss before we leave – I don’t want any ambiguity over my intent. I say things like “I’m a man, you’re a woman. It’s my job to push things forwards and it’s your job to resist until you are comfortable.” Finally after six hours I say goodbye at the tube station and give a more sexual kiss then tell her to text me when she gets home safe.

Rationalisation Hamster #3: I wasn’t sexually attracted to you on the date. When you were touching me you seemed like all the other guys I’ve dated. I decided I was never going to see you again…… When you showed me that private room upstairs in the jazz bar I wondered what it would be like to have sex with you there… When you kissed me at the end on Oxford Street something changed. I saw a different side to you, in your eyes. I’ve never felt that before when I’ve been kissed. It was an incredible experience. In those six hours I feel we got to know each other better than people I’ve known for years. When I got home my friend asked me about the date and I said “I want to have him.”

My idea of a physically perfect woman

The second date is a few days later beginning in Cafe Nero in Covent Garden. My nerves are completely settled – I kissed her and she turned up for the next date so its mine to fuck up. I run a twenty minute sermon in intellectual mastery as I explain why I like the book I’m reading – I draw in threads from economics, philosophy, boxing, fringe politics, history of ideas, meme theory and others all woven into an explanation of why socialism cannot work and is a negation of the human spirit. It hits big time. Her eyes have spazzed out and she’s unconsciously masturbating her coffee cup. She tells me later that the next day she and her friend spent four hours trying to unpack my theories – now that is anchoring. I briefly congratulate myself for creating sexual state in a perfect ten by discussing 1920s economic theory. Then we go to a few bars and a pizza restaurant. I’m so relaxed that the one-liners are streaming out…

[sitting in the pizza restaurant where her seat has a view of the chefs making the pizzas]
Me: You sit her, so you get the best view
Her: Of what?
Me: Of me  (diners on both sides chuckle)

We finish in a pokey Spanish bar. She’s all over me now and completely sold, giving me constant verbal IOIs and telling me things like:

– You have so many dimensions to your character. I’ve never seen that before. It’s incredible.
– Your wife was crazy to leave you. She must really regret it now
– When you kissed me, I’ve never felt like that before. It was the most incredible experience of my life.

Needless to say I’m pleased at how this is going, with her rapidly becoming my oneitis.We make out more and I send her home. Third date I walk her around Camden. She refuses to be in any pictures with me, saying she doesn’t want to be in my Facebook gallery with all the other girls. I’ve already told her I’m a player with a few girls on the go – quite ballsy considering I haven’t even poked her at this point – cos I figure radical honesty is the way forwards. We have a drink then I extract. She’s resisting the f-close and I figure I shouldn’t push so hard I risk burning the set, especially because the extraction went like this:

Me: I want you to come back to my place
Her: I’m not having sex with you
Me: Don’t worry about that, I want you to see how I live
Her: OK, but I’m not having sex
Me: You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with

So I get her tits in my mouth and finger fuck her to orgasm. She’s massively into it but has excellent self-discipline to stick to her no-fucky plan. She’s all over me afterwards. Fourth and fifth dates I pull back on the escalation and we just meet in town for drinks. I’ve already decided I want to date this girl properly so there’s no reason to rush. I’m also conflicted because she’s told me that if we date it has to be exclusive. Remember this is in December and I’ve got a whole host of targets I’m chasing down so I don’t want to dismantle the harem and hang up my spurs just yet when I’m in peak form. So I’m happy to delay the f-close.

Her visa expires and she needs to go home for Christmas and to re-apply. This ends up dragging itself out from mid December until early March. The whole time we just have Skype contact. Fortunately for me girls fall for guys by anchoring to them in their absence so this distance works in my favour. She knits me a sweater. At first her visa is refused but I write an application for review letter for her and the visa is granted. By then we’ve agreed to meet in Turkey for a week’s holiday regardless of how the visa application goes. I’ve already gotten her over the sexual rubicon by doing sex chat with her and having her masturbate thinking about me (and texting me the confirmation when she orgasms). Oxytocin is binding her without my physical presence. Round about this time I f-close Painter and start getting conflicted again over who / what I want.

Rationalisation Hamster #4: You do not believe in yourself and you put on an act. I’m not impressed with that…… When you told me about your mother visiting and then going to Latvia, I got really worried and I cried all night thinking you were losing interest in me.

We meet in Turkey. The first day is awkward. She’s been dreaming of this day for months and to be honest so have I, but I’ve become sold on Painter in the interim. I’m exhausted from sleep deprivation, flying, over-drinking, and then she’s there dressed in frumpy clothes with no makeup. She’s also recovering from a skin allergy so she’s a bit blotchy. I’m conflicted, I don’t know if I should still date her when Painter is coming to live in London within two months. So I’m kinda cold and inadvertently doing push-pull. Nonetheless I f-close her within two hours of checking in to our hotel. I regain F-Town. The next day is a bit tense and at the end of it she tells me she doesn’t like me anymore. I hold my ground, tell her the full truth, and then she’s into me again. Lots of sex ensues.

Rationalisation Hamster #5: I’m euphoric. After you pushed me away like that I feel free. I don’t need you. My feelings have changed completely and we’ll not see each other again so lets just enjoy this holiday……. I want you to teach me sexually, use me however you want, I want you to rape me in London….. I don’t know how you have this effect on me. I’ve never enjoyed sex before but now I’m becoming a sex maniac and I want to experience everything. It’s like you are dragging me into a swamp and the further I sink the harder it is to get out.

She tells me I’m the third guy to fuck her and she hasn’t had sex for nearly three years. The first guy was a powerful politician. The second a hotel nightporter. And I’m borderline unemployed.

So here I am. I’ve arrived at a destination I’d have only dreamed about two years ago when I was composing myself for my first ever cold approach. I just fucked a Russian catwalk model, a perfect ten, in the most animalistic fashion and made her fall in love with me. And then pushed her away because I’m not satisfied with that.

It’s valentine’s day in Riga and the famous five are gonna do some nightgame. We warm up with vodka and Dynamite energy drink in the flat then jump in a taxi. Minus 12 degrees and none of the clubs are open midweek. We chuck one of the students in the boot and get the taxi to drive us from club to club, all closed. Finally we drop off in the centre of the Old town and just attach ourselves to a big group of local students who are headed to some bar.

Economic disparities

The bar turns out to be absolutely perfect for the KNM. Wide open lounge bar with unrestricted views, quiet music, and crawling with hot tottie. There’s no competition either, except for the few guys here with girlfriends. So we prop up the bar and start building our aura. After an hour we are glowing and catching IOIs from everyone. One girl squeezes past Jimmy and grabs his fat waist. A nice 2-set sits at the bar a few feet away and I really like the brunette, noticeable for a white hair band. A proper stirring of the blood. I wait for a few IOIs then when my drink is empty I order it next to them.

Me: Hey, can I just say something? When I was a little boy and learning to read at school, we had these books called Peter and Jane. The girl Jane was really clumsy and naughty. She had a white hairband exactly like that *points to target*

The girls laugh and the blonde obstacle is loving it. I chat about two minutes while I wait to be served then roll off for half an hour. We go back to building value. Jimmy and Bhodisatta are working sets. Then a fight breaks out in the street. It’s a proper straightner with a referee and standups when the groundgame stalls. We only catch a bit on video but see the whole fight. When the police come to break it up we pull one of the fighters in and let him blend like we’ve just been out smoking all along. Then back inside.

I’m catching plenty of IOIs from my set and the girl told me later she thought I was really cool but thought I was interested in her friend and was jealous. So far, so Mystery Method. When they go outside for a cigarette I stop them and tell ’em to join my group when they come back. They do. At this point a student fucks up a bit after I make the introductions. He starts trying to run the set doing some pretty lame MM routines which turn the girls off. I have to decide whether to fight for control (try-hard), stand their quietly bleeding value, or what I actually do which is roll off to Jimmy and tell him “raise my value”. He starts laughing like I told him an amazing joke. My girl later said she thought they’d bored me and she felt loss at the takeaway. All I really cared about was protecting my value.

The student realises his mistake and ejects and for the next hour or so it’s just me and my group talking, not involving the girls. Then we head to a club across the road. Now everything is a blur because we were all smashed by now. Moran starts rapidly escalating some disgusting painted-up blonde harlot and is convinced she’s hot. She repells me in every way. I re-open my set and start to show interest in the brunette Latvian.

Her friend goes apeshit.

She’s a proper low esteem girl who is clearly used to being the one of the pair who gets hit on. So she wanders over to Moran and tries to peel him away from his girl. He shrugs her off and now she’s really angry. My gang tries to divert her but she’s in full-on cockblock mode, dragging my girl to the cloakroom and gives me the finger.

I get the fury. I turn to Bhodisatta and say “I am not having that!”

That's Chodesville in the distance. Population: Moran

I storm over and remonstrate. My target is melting in the show of dominance and I pull both girls back into the club. Then I isolate my girl and rapid escalate her against the wall. We kiss, and I future project fucking her. She’s massively turned on. The club is at chucking out time now so we all leave.

Moran is extracting his girl who is flagrantly playing him for validation but he’s too determined to keep F-Town to screen her out. Jimmy tries stalling the cockblock to let me sneak out with Latvian but my girl won’t isolate. Finally cockblock comes over for one last hurrah. Beautifully, my girl reads her the riot act in Latvian which clearly translates as “I’m going home with this guy. Don’t get in the way”. Blondie cools down and we put her on a tram. It’s -12 and I’m so desperate to get indoors again.

Walking into the flat I give my girl the tour. In the lounge is all the boys, Moran’s target, plus three meth-head friends of hers that wouldn’t detach. Horrible. I pull my girl into the bedroom and start undressing her. There’s no LMR from her but plenty from me. I’m convinced Moran is gonna fuck his girl. The rules of F-Town are quite clear – the clock ticks from the first two strokes. Thus whoever sticks his cock in last keeps F-Town. So I’m delaying my girl, hoping Moran will isolate and fuck his. The moment I hear her squealing I know it’s safe to fuck mine and take F-Town. It never happens. Finally I hear an argument outside. It’s indistinct but I think I just have to fuck my girl before the window of opportunity snaps shut.

So I fuck her three times. After the first, I go next door to the other bedroom. It’s a pitiful sight. All four lads are cramped into a tiny room with no girls in sight. I see Moran alone in bed. I sigh in relief and announce myself as the new F-Town. Even more satisfying than fucking the girl.

I got back in and tell my girl about being a dating coach etc. She loves it and we analyse the pickup. I’m pleased to find out that from her side she was thinking / feeling exactly what I thought she was so my calibration was tight. She tells me she’s 21, I’m the fifth guy to fuck her, and the first to SNL her. Nice.