This is a guest post from Jimmy Jambone, one of my main wings, who played an integral part in getting me inside this girl. Head over to his blog for my own lay report of this girl, and video footage.

It had been a horrible couple of days in Latvia. Day game was off. I’ll probably post a video diary on Vimeo or YouTube just for the hell of it but it was -13 and biting. Over the whole holiday I did about 5 half hearted approaches, got blown out every single time then the last one, I saw an absolute stunner dressed in really expensive clothes. I opened her with energy. Facebook close. Bhodisatta filmed it but accidentally deleted the footage. I didn’t have my infield mic turned on.

The clubs and bars were where the game is at. For once I felt like a night gamer, which used to be my strong suit and I haven’t been into it for a long time. The bars were low volume and target rich.

Monday night was a long and interesting one. We started with a long taxi drive trying to find a club open. They were all shut. After trying 3, we got the driver to drop us off in the old town and walked the streets in the cold. All bars shut. Bumped into a party of girls and they walked us to a bar.

And it was a good one. We went in, ignored everyone, stood by the bar in a horseshoe and started to build value/elicit IOIs. Which started to come within half an hour.

Best part of the night was seeing a bit of hand to hand outside the bar (video of streetfight on JJ’s blog – K.)

The five of us were all well in set all night. Krauser’s set of choice were a blonde and a brunette. I saw him open, then leave the set, asking us to give him value. I noticed blonde looking over, she smiled. Lee at some point turned up with a haughty, tall blonde stripper looking girl and disappeared off to another club, Bhodi was in with a Norwegian and London Sky and I had a two set by the back wall we were working.

We’d hit the bar at about 1am, maybe later, but it seemed earlier. We were a bit caught off guard when it suddenly shut. We all decamped to the club across the road. It was pretty empty. And a bit of a seedy joint. Moran took his sour faced slut and the rest of us sank beers by the bar while desperate Latvian men took very unsavoury looking women into the toilets and fucked them.

Krauser then, out of the blue saw his two set leaving, so he went and stopped them, dragged them back to us and then isolated his target, the brunette, much to the surprise of the blonde, who thought that he wanted her. What followed was a painful half an hour of trying to distract the very disgruntled cockblock, while Krauser got his lay.

First off, when they were dragged back and the blonde was left with us, she turned to me and said ‘I think you’re boring, go away, don’t talk to me’.

No worries here. She wasn’t fit, wasn’t on my radar and I would rather talk to London Sky and Bhodi. But that’s not how you work a set is it. If the obstacle gets bored or kicks up a fuss, it can slow down, interrupt and even end the player’s set. So for half an hour Bhodi, Sky and I desperately emasculated ourselves to a preening, unattractive nasty blonde doing and saying ANYTHING to prevent her from turning around and spoiling Krauser’s chances. This included standing in the way of the cloakroom so she wouldn’t see them getting their coats and leaving.

After around half an hour Krauser left with his girl, we waited until they got clear and cut the blonde loose. She realised what we’d done and stormed off. We breathed out, congratulated each othe,r then went to get our coats. Ten minutes later we’re in the street and horror of horrors the obstacle is back and talking to Krauser and the target. It’s -500 and after 2 minutes of trying to flood interference, Bhodi calls a taxi, grabs me and says ‘We will die if we stay out in this’. I tell Krauser he is on his own and flee.

Back at the apartment, Lee is back with his haughty stripper slut and some loser mates of hers who are doing Crystal Meth in the bathroom. The haughty bitch is doing a great job of tooling Lee who is so drunk he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I laden myself down with spy cams, 4 of them, and just sit around the flat confident I might catch something amusing.

Something fucked up with the spy cams but I did get Krauser returning with his target.

This is the pay-off for some diligent Long Game. I’ll go into detail here on the end game, something I’m still pretty weak at, but first a summary of the preceeding stages:

The Meet: I’m walking through Gedmino street (main shopping area) in Vilnius with Jambone doing some scheduled day game. I see a cute young chick sitting on a bench waiting for someone. She’s wearing a deep purple coat. I open her saying its the same colour as my favourite raspberry yoghurt I’d eat as a child. She’s flattered and later tells me she thought about the meeting for the rest of the day thinking it was extremely romantic. She tells me she has a boyfriend and won’t give her number. I take the facebook and add her later that day. I assume its a dead lead.

The Long Game: Over the next three months I guide her through the steps. She gradually warms to me and by Christmas she’s sending me naked photos and telling me how she wants to be fucked. Slutty as this sounds she does so while maintaining a demure maidenly frame and insisting that she has a boyfriend. Nonetheless we agree that when I go to Lithuania she’s gonna come round to the apartment and cook for me, and then whatever happens happens.

Bonus Round: I float the idea of her bringing a friend to help cook and then Jimmy can talk to her. A cute blonde 20 yr old is chosen and we have a couple of weeks to DHV J-bone in advance of the meet.

So I turn up in Vilnius deciding Painter is my #1 target and all other targets must fit around what I do to close her. She wants me, I want her, but there’s three massive obstacles:

1. She has a boyfriend of 5 years who is fully integrated into her life and she does not want to cheat on.
2. She has only ever dated this one guy. So she is sexually inexperienced and still links sex and love strongly.
3. She can’t be seen publically with me lest her reputation be tarnished and she loses what she considers to be “everything”

The fact she knows I’m a player with a harem doesn’t phase her at all. It’s a DHV not an obstacle. The same day I arrive she comes around.

Day 1 – This is all about comfort. I need to confirm to her that I am the guy I presented as and that she isn’t forced into anything. She needs to relax and feel that I do like her and this isn’t just a booty call. We chat as she cooks and then Jimmy shows up for his eats. After I tell her “I promised I’d kiss you if I like your food….. I liked it”. Short kiss, push her away, and we watch a movie on my laptop in the lounge. It’s on now and by the time she needs to leave we are making out. I do not try for the close.

Night 1 – Jimmy and I are tired. We haven’t slept the prior night and now it’s midnight after all the travel. Painter texts unexpectedly to invite us clubbing at Salento. It’s five minutes walk from our apartment. We end up there, and start free-wheeling a new method for nightgame (another post to follow). We roll in like rock stars, take prime bar position and then talk animatedly to each other while ignoring the room. Soon lots of IOIs come our way. Painter is on the dancefloor with her blonde friend Daewoo [in-joke]. We don’t look at them and before long they notice us and start IOIing. We begin pulling girls over to us to get a nice horseshoe in front. More IOIs. I run some “secret” long distance gesturing with Painter. After a couple of hours we leave. Job done. She now has witnessed me as the guy chased by hot girls, and Daewoo has seen Jimmy as the same.

Day 2 – More of the same. Chatting, fooling around, rapport and then move on to making out. I spent alot of time doing the Tony T “masculine presence” routine. This means you are just exuding masculine energy so that her feminine radiance comes out, and as she glows hotter she feels more and more magnetised to you. You aren’t “kino escalating” or “running material”. You are creating an aura so she is emotionally drawn to you. Towards the end of the evening I push her further sexually until she is down to her panties on my sofa. At the moment I’ve hooked my thumbs into them her boyfriend calls. I pull back.

Day 3 – Same again. This time the LMR returns as I have my hand down her panties. I am telling her variations of “It’s okay for you to say no. You can leave anytime. I won’t be angry.”

The weekend comes and with it her boyfriend and some family obligations. She has two days to stew on it while I pursure other targets. She texts to say she will spend the night next time, and bring her friend.

Day 4 – The first two hours are bringing Jimmy into it and getting Daewoo into him. It’s a struggle because her English is awful so it’s so hard to get rapport. She obviously wants him but she can’t be moved through the necessary stages of the courtship ritual. We aren’t drinking much, it’s not a club. Fools Mate isn’t gonna work. Jimmy knows Daewoo is just a bonus ring so he keeps his eye on the ball which is to get me laid. Knowing that I have all night to work, I keep it light and make her chase. By midnight we are upstairs in my bed and undressed. It’s make or break.

I decide to make her chase, make her jump the chasm. I lie on my back with my arm around her and just wait. She gradually escalates me. Before every escalation she stops to look at me. Like a child puzzling over a maths problem, I can read her mind on her face. It’s a straight-forward forebrain-hindbrain conflict. She starts talking:

Her: I’m such a bad girl
Me: Why?
Her: *thoughtful silence*
Me: Tell me
Her: I left my boyfriend at home with my parents. They are watching tv together now. He’s angry.
Me: *smiles inwardly*
Her: And I forgot to log out of facebook. Maybe he’ll see our messages  [“Are you staying over tonight?” etc]

There’s more LMR until an hour later she’s finally so hot that the forebrain folds it’s cards and I fuck her. She never truly relaxes but it’s good sex and she orgasms. Afterwards as we lie together she’s thoughtfully silent another five minutes then:

Her: OK. You got me.
Me: *silence*
Her: I’m another one of your victims.

Never heard that after sex. +10 points for me.

*Note – I’ve taken down all the photos because of the boyfriend / reputation issue. Sorry. She’s fucking sensational, so it’s not an easy choice. I’d rate her as the hottest of ALL the girls I’ve fucked since I got into game.

*Note 2 – This sounds like alot of effort. It was. To get girls of this calibre in the face of such obstacles is always hard work. If you don’t want to invest the time then scratch these girls off your target list. If you genuinely like high value girls and genuinely enjoy the thrill of the chase then you’ll be enjoying the work not resenting it.

It’s bootcamp night on Friday and I’m not working (I never wing nightgame). Nonetheless there’s seven students and seven instructors so I think it’ll be fun to go out and get drunk while I watch as an interested observer. We hit Camden Town and it’s pretty busy. Before long I can’t help but start opening, passing on a couple of sets to students. I drink a bit more, get into the fun spirit, and decide I want to do a set or two for real.

Next to me are two Australian girls, mid-twenties and about 6s in looks. Not the sort of girls I’d chase down in daygame but they look like they might be fun so I tease the obstacle about her jacket (It’s red and looks a bit like a quilted winter jacket a granny would wear – a bit beatnik) then ease into the set. I’m doing fairly strong douchebag game like I always do when drunk and not much bothered if I lose the set. It hits well. A student comes in to wing and it’s just the usual push-pull for a while. The girls clearly sense my outcome independence cos I really don’t care where it goes, I’m just on autopilot.

I roll off into a takeaway and a student gets the wrong end of the stick (he thinks I need the set held in my absence) and jumps in. I think he’s trying to steal the set and because they’ve just had a lecture on wing rules I tell Burto I’m gonna give him a live lesson. I walk over, say excuse me, and pull my target away. She comes with me. Burto then goes in to explain what I did and why. [I wouldn’t have done this if I was officially winging the bootcamp]

I know the SNL is on so now I just have to build a little comfort and make my intentions clear. The set is already heavily sexualised because I’ve had her twirling for me so I can check out her arse, grabbing her tits etc. As the pub kicks out around midnight I sit on a bar stool, pull her in and while looking in her eyes say “I’ll tell you what I want. I want to fuck you. Tonight.” She nods and says she has to tell her friend.

I enjoy the feeling of sitting against the bar, finishing my drink, watching my girl at a distance tell her friend she’s coming home with me. Then she comes back and we get a taxi back with Lee and his oneitis. There’s no LMR. For reasons unbeknownst to me I decide I should fuck her in the ass and cum on her face, so I do.

Afterwards I am strangely compelled to give her full disclosure about my blog, my company, the bootcamp, and so on. She actually says “I thought so! My friend said you were teaching those guys pick up”. It’s actually fairly obvious when a big bootcamp is on. She’s keen to see some infields and laughs when she sees me doing some of the same things as I did to her. I then give her the Book of Alpha warning talk about the perils of bad boy chasing. The next day I push her out the door. She’s a nice enough girl but we both understood this was a one-nighter.

I’m out on Friday night with some old uni friends. They are all coupled up so there’s no sarging going on, just beer and chat. I’m in the mood to get smashed and I’m a few pints to the good when we find ourselves in the Counting House near Bank (that’s in the finance district of the City of London). It’s an old style English pub with bright lights, brass fittings, and full of finance chodes. Not a venue worth sarging in the unlikely event you can even find a woman in it.

Things take a turn towards the interesting because out of the five of us, two are former players who used to do pretty good club game years back before they got coupled up and regressed into chodiness. There’s another guy I’m meeting for the first time who is starting to show interest in game. So naturally conversation turns towards girls. I’m a bit drunk but I think what happens next is this…

Post-booty call, two weeks later

Finally a stand-out girl walks into the bar, with a fat cockblock and two orbiter chodes in tow. She’s about 5’10”, long legged, long straight black hair and very strong features. One of our gang points her out with “is that a tranny?” I look over and think she’s actually pretty hot, if a little high-T. I decide its time for a demo set. Fortunately her group stands nearby so I edge round till I’ve got my back to them then open over the shoulder with a classic opinion opener on the cockblock. Can’t remember what it was, but I’m basically running a douchebag Mystery method.

Obviously the target, HB High-T, wants in on the fun. She’s aggressive, confident and brash. So I neg her, turn my back and ignore her. It’s playful so eventually I let her into the conversation and soon I’m leading the whole group. The two orbiters are soon dick-tucking and letting me tool them though I don’t do it overtly because I don’t like aggressive amogging. Just enough to lead the group. Before long High-T is trying to isolate me by offering to buy a drink. I refuse and insist on paying for my own (this isn’t a tactic – I don’t like strangers buying me drinks). She tries to lead me to Abacus with her group and I refuse, saying I’ll take her to my favourite bar but only her. I join her outside for a smoke and show her pictures of my new girlfriend. She agrees to the bounce then wanders off to shit test me by flirting with some chodes then dragging my friend outside and coming on to him. So I go back to my friends and forget about it for 20 minutes till she comes back. We drink up and move on.

It’s physical in the taxi and I kiss her, then we start to connect in the next bar. A bottle of champagne gets me drunk and she starts crying on me over something or other. I tell her I’m a pickup coach and have a harem. She doesn’t seem to mind. After a few hours we taxi back to her place and she gives me LMR. I persist a little while then roll over and go to sleep.

Next morning I wake up with a sore head and dry throat. She claims she doesn’t have any juice or coffee. We chat for another couple of hours as we lie in bed and then she starts getting horny and can’t keep her hands off me. I hold steady and let her come to me. Finally she’s grabbing my cock so I say “I want to fuck you now.” She says ok. So I do.

The moment I put my cock in I realise I’m feeling extremely hung over and just can’t be bothered with a good session. So I say “I’m tired and it’s Saturday morning so this is gonna be a slow fuck.” She wants it hard so I make a half-arsed effort then roll off after about five minutes. She gives me a look that seems to say “that was ok, but I want more” soI tell her “You should’ve got me some juice”.

We swap numbers and I leave for breakfast at a nearby greasy spoon cafe. I get a strawberry milkshake, white coffee, then beans on toast with a fried egg and two hashbrowns. Lovely.

No photos or videos. I’d put her at a 7.

The trip to Croatia enters its fifth day and while I’ve collected a bunch of numbers, facebooks and instant dates I haven’t actually put my you-know-what into a girl’s you-know-where since I arrived. The streets are far busier on a Friday night and it’s rammed with top quality girls. We find ourselves sitting in a bar / cafe with Jambone’s prior night’s f-close. Just chatting and the vibe is great. I mercilessly DLV Jambone for half an hour in front of his girl much to his and my merriment so we are laughing and joking. It’s easy to open a pair of girls at the next table and bring them over. Both have stunning figures and reasonable faces, tits hanging out. That set is going great and my brunette target is IOIing and loving the vibe. They suggest we go to the next bar with them and then suddenly get a bit testy, wandering off. Jambone brings them back and we try again. This time as we reach a crossroads, Jambone’s girl (we’ll call her HB Harlot) impusively drags him the other way and both he and our host Spider follow.

What a fucking balls up. The girls see this and keep walking, turning their heads to give up the “follow us, little puppies” look and refusing to change direction to come with us. Jambone completely fails to spot the solution (drag his own girl after these two and then “convince” me to come along) and the set is dead. Can’t bring them with us and our value would be really low if we followed. A totally unnecessary compliance test that can’t be passed. Dead set. Thanks Jambone.

Tall

I grudgingly laugh it off – It’s only the second time Jambone has stopped me banging a hot girl this week – and we get drunk at the next bar. I go back to DLVing him with Harlot and we all enjoy it. There’s a group of three girls celebrating a birthday behind us and they are drawn to the energy until the tall blonde prod Jambone to open him. Relentless teasing ensues. Blonde calls me an asshole several times and punches me hard in the stomach – definitely an IOI. For about an hour we have Harlot buying me shots while I regal her with sex stories as flagrant verbal escalation and show her videos on my mobile phone of me fucking. Jambone is just laughing. Harlot gets horny and jumps him again which makes Blonde give him daggers. I turn to her and say “Aw! She’s all jealous now she’s lost” and her look is priceless. This is real full-on drunken douchebag game and she’s eating it up and giving lots of banter back. I’m starting to like her so I do a takeaway.

I leave her with Spider to practice on. He does a reasonable job for a guy with no particular Game but she’s just esconded in her seat and playing the Validate Me game. I give it half an hour or so to see if he can turn it around but it doesn’t go anywhere. So I catch her eye and resume business, immediately pulling her out her seat towards me to begin kino. She’s giving it plenty of verbals (“you’re such an asshole. I’ll never let you fuck me” etc) while the hindbrain is clearly signalling “Woo hoo, it’s on!”. So I just lead her along the path towards F-Town and I’m quite surprised her friends are leaving her to it.

The key moment comes when she suddenly needs the toilet. I let her go and when she comes back she just jumps into my lap (I’m on a high stool) and leans in to kiss. I neg her and she bites my fucking ear. Really hurts, the bitch. Soon enough I take her back to my hostel and the LMR is perfunctory. I have to bang her in the common room because there’s a girl on reception I’m gaming and the house rules don’t allow guests in the rooms. I keep admonishing my girl to be quiet but I’m expecting us to get busted any moment. Very good lay. She goes out for a smoke, I do her again in ways she claims are new to her, then send her home. Key learning points:

• When it’s on, pull the trigger. Better the pushy douchbag than the timid nice guy. Lead the girl outside.
• Douchbag game works best with takeaways and you having fun with your friends that often excludes her.
• Take your cues from her hind-brain. The stuff coming out of her mouth is just fluff
• When a girl is talking about sex and hitting you, she’s into you. You just have to hold the frame against her tests.
• Sometimes, on very rare occasions, Jambone is a help rather than a hinderance.

This was fucking seedy.

I’m out with Suave shooting material and it’s been a so-so day. I’ve had a couple of weeks of inactivity so it’s taking time to recalibrate and find my vibe. The video camera has run out of battery and we are thinking of calling it a day. As we walk through the piazza at Covent Garden a girl opens me asking for directions. For some reason my spidersense tingles and I think she likes me so as she’s asking for a good place to drink I walk her fifty metres to a nearby pub – she then invites me on the instant date, telling me she’s too young to get served alcohol.

Ok. Pause. I’ve been opened and insta-dated. It’s going a bit quick…..

I project my usual alpha body language, eye contact and vocal tone. On cue she starts IOIing me and then it’s all a bit easy. I give a few physical compliments on her hair and eyelashes then we hold hands across the table. I kiss close her fifteen minutes in with the whole pub watching. Her eyes are spazzing out and she’s hit sexual state but she’s meeting the rest of her class in less than an hour for the theatre and says the teachers will take a roll call. She number closes me and we arrange a date the next day.

Next day I’m doing more material with Suave and Jambone. At the end of the session I meet Dutch and she’s pushed for time again so I just take her to the pub and finger fuck her in a booth in front of some elderly tourists. She won’t let me drag her to the toilets. I verbally escalate until she’s super-horny then send her away with an explicit agreement I’ll visit her host family’s house tonight to fuck her in an alleyway. Doesn’t quite work out that way. I arrive late, about half nine, and while her house is empty she’s expecting her friends and host granny back anytime. I throw her against the wall and escalate but she’s terrified of getting caught. She’s also told me she has only had sex one time in her life, two months ago. She’s horny but anxious.

Flatters her somewhat

We get interrupted and I just manage to pull up my strides and fasten my belt before the friends come in. The granny starts talking and really takes a shine to me so I have to humour her for ten minutes before Dutch excuses herself to the garden for a smoke and invites me to join. I walk her to the end of the garden and get to work on her LMR. She sucks my cock for a while but is constantly stopping to check no-one is looking out the windows. I can see granny is in her favourite comfy chair watching Question Time. Finally I get her to bend over so I can fuck her. I stick it in, which startles her cos she’s never taken it doggy style before, and I’ve barely gotten two strokes in when her friend opens the curtains on the 1st floor and looks out the window at us. Busted!

Dutch freaks out and that’s the end of that. We chat a bit and for all her anxiety she’s still really really happy. We go back inside and I have a coffee with Granny until it’s time for my train. Back at the house we have an RSG vote to determine if two strokes still counts as a lay. We decide it counts.

Well, that’s not strictly speaking true but she’s the first since I started learning game. It begins like it so often does – on a bootcamp. Wisdom, Suave and I have just finished the inaugral Street Storm weekend and I’m wandering home with Jambone. I’ve only done one set all day, as a demo to a student, and it was fucking awesome. The date is tomorrow so it’ll probably get a post of its own.

Anyway, as we are walking down towards Leicester Square station I actually say to Jambone “That’s it, I’m fucking knackered. I’m not opening any more girls today. I don’t even want an instant date I’m so tired.” and then suddenly I see exactly the sort of girl I’m into – a cute curvy little Japanese pixie who is a spitting double of Chihiro Aoi. As if the gods of pickup are determined that I open, she has a long green coat with huge fur cuffs that look almost like cheerleader pom poms and thus give be an unavoidable indirect-direct opener. Really, I had no choice.

Won't need to make my own movie

She’s extremely flighty at first and her English is awful. I subsequently learn that she’s just generally a bit shy and withdrawn even in Japanese. So I play it non-threatening and she hooks. After ten minutes of difficult conversation – because she’s not saying much – it’s clear that she likes me. I’m working lots of eye-fucking and getting good responses. I bounce her across the road to Pret for a coffee. Within five minutes we are holding hands across the table. There will always be sets that present new challenges and in this case it was a girl who liked me, was shy, and could barely talk to me – and thus all my usual talky system was wasted. I had to do strong non-verbals – sober and in daytime.

I bounce her across the road again to a pub for a drink and after a quick snifter of Guinness I kiss close her on the way out. Sorted. Text game ensues the next day:

Me 9:16am – Is this Sapporo? the cute little squirrel from Sapporo…. 😉 [I’d teased her in Pret by saying she was really cute…. like a squirrel or hamster]
Her 10:05am – Hi, Krauser. How are you? Do i look like squirrel 😦 ?
Me 10:17am – …. or maybe a hamster… but you are definitely cute 🙂 Are you at school now?
Her 10:19am – Thanks. I’m at school. I’m having a break. How about you?
Me 10:26am – I’m having breakfast at Starbucks. Hot coffee, cheese panini. Tasty! When do you finish school? [Japanese girls who study English all love Starbucks]

We meet for lunch the next day. It’s really hard work because she’s so quiet. I ask questions and get one-sentence answers and won’t open up. If it wasn’t for the good subcommunication coming back from her I’d have given up. I’m literally yawning and falling asleep she’s so boring. I persevere mainly because she’s so cute and my spider sense is tingling to say it’s on. We do coffee first, then lunch in Chinatown, then a tube to Camden Town market, then a pub. She’s accepting kino but reluctantly, giving it the coquettish shy girl routine – which I like. Finally I decide to go for the extraction. She plays piano and we have a piano back at my house so that’s my pretext. She very easily comes along with me without any ASD. I send a text to the boys:

Me: I think I’m about to extract my girl, on the pretext of her showing me her playing piano. If you’re home please DHV me and encourage her piano playing.

Back home I give her the tour. Suave DHVs me when I knock on his door. The tour invariably ends at my room. Just before I unlock the door I hear Jambone in his room doing P90X. I knock and he shouts “Go away. Don’t interrupt me!”

DLV. Thanks buddy.

He says he didn’t see the text till after. It doesn’t matter, this girl is totally down to fuck and I escalate immediately and close the deal. Great lay too. The video is from 10 minutes after when she’s got that glow and vibe of a happily fucked girl. She’s gonna replace Turk in the harem.

I’m in Krakow with Suave and Shammers, having my worst daygame session in months. I’ve done about six sets and couldn’t close any. It’s a humbling experience. Tail between our legs we shuffle back towards the apartment at 4pm. A girl in a colourful dress walks past and I think “one more set”. I’m so tired, cold and dispirited that I don’t even bother turning on the camera (until afterwards…..)

Me: Hi. I have to say something…. I love your dress…. everyone here is dressed in dull greys and browns but you’re so colourful.

She hooks super strong and my state explodes. It’s really easy to vibe and she’s investing alot. I decide to play with verbal escalation asking her what crazy stuff she’s done and has she ever kissed a guy she just met, say an Englishman, on the street. She nearly goes for it but social pressure holds her back. So ten minutes in I commit her to an instant date. She takes me to a crusty quiet old pub and I decide to gun it for the same day lay. Key moments:

– We talk about sexual experiences then I look in her eyes and say “I really want to kiss you right now”. She smiles and says “really?”. I say yes, like this – and kiss close. Very quick then I disengage and say she’s not so good. Obviously she kisses me again and I reward her on it.

– I work the cat kino to put her legs over my thighs, pull her in, and rest her head on my shoulder while I scratch the hair on her temple. My vocal tone goes really low and I future project fucking. She tells me she likes it rough and on the floor.

– I redo the routine I improvised on Salsa:
“When I fuck you, it’ll be violent at first. Very rough. You’ll feel my power. My strength. My cock will be hard and you feel it, inside you, hard, fast, powerful. In and out. Your heart will be beating fast. Crazy fast…. blah blah”.

Her eyes spazz out and then her phone rings. She gets off the line as soon as she can and says it’s her friend and they’re meeting in 45 minutes. I say ok and take her hand and walk her immediately to the toilets. She resists slightly but it’s just to run back and grab her phone. No LMR.

Seeing as there’s no video evidence of this being the same day, I interview her afterwards.

Key learning points:

• It only takes one good set to turn a day around
• Some girls hook strong with a sexual vibe. Pounce on it. Do not go for a number.
• Sexually escalating a girl on the street is great fun
• Verbal escalation is a great way to raise buying temperature without succumbing to a chasing frame (like normal kino does)
• Fuck her on a buying temperature spike.

When I went back to Lithuania I had three decent prospects – Borat, Salsa and Finland. The latter I’d tried to kiss on our Day 2 but she’s stood there for ten minutes refusing the close. I played the Long Game over Facebook and it was all a bit tenuous so  when headed back to Lithuania I didn’t have great expectations.

When she came to visit

The first night we meet at a Mexican restaurant at the end of my street. I give her a beaming smile and a hug – which she later says was very important because it showed I really liked her. Inside we have a drink and I run classic comfort with a sprinkling of chick crack. She’s just giggling at everything I say as if she’s really nervous but I suspect she’s just really having fun. About an hour in, Jambone joins us as planned so he can DHV me. She’s then overwhelmed with a DHV pincer movement and really didn’t have any chance at all.

Jambone has always been a big proponent of the DHV overload so it’s educational to watch how naturally he works it. Finland finds out how I call my gran every sunday, how I checked out loads of old people’s homes to find the right one for her, how I surprise her with DVD sets of her favourite 1960s and 1970s tv shows etc. I watch her eyes to see each DHV hit. It’s not usually my style – I don’t really DHV on dates. I just work the vibe and subcommunicate value but this classical Mystery Method does work.

We do the drive-by “I’ll pop into my house to get something” so she can feel safe inside my house before we leave again, then go off clubbing at 311. Jambone is really working hard to get me laid and in return  I’m letting Finland pre-select him at the club. We are getting lots of visual attention from the available girls there. Finland isn’t drinking (she drove) so I pace myself and the vibe gets better and better. We’ve got deep rapport and lots of comfort. About midnight Jambone goes off to do a few sets. When he comes back I’ve reached the flipping point.

Flipping point – The moment in the date when the momentum has flipped from you gaming her, to her gaming you. Usually characterised by her doing all the leaning in, kino, and qualifying herself. Once reach you just have to Not Fuck Up.

I feel the flip and Jambone comments that when he came back to our sofa (in the chill area of the club) he could really see the difference. Incidentally, the day Jambone SDL’d the 17-year old I spotted the flip in real time too,

On the way out Jambone wanders off into a bar to give me isolation (and quickly number closes a model) while I pre-frame kissing Finland – remember I still haven’t k-closed. I’m telling her how I’m gonna find a dark alley, push her roughly against the wall, and then passionately kiss her until her knees are trembling. Then I do it. She’s ready to be led so I escalate until her hands are down my pants wanking me off while I finger fuck her so hard her feet barely touch the ground. All within five minutes of the first kiss, so I’m pleased with the momentum.

I could’ve probably fucked her right there but I’m playing Harem Game now and I don’t want buyer’s remorse.  Everything so far has set her up as a perma-fuck and I don’t want to relinquish that frame by cannibalising the set to get quickie sex. She’s so keen to see me tomorrow I’m happy to postpone it.

We meet late the next evening and I take her to a pizza restaurant on the main street, five minutes walk from the apartment. Although I invite Suave and Jambone, they know it’s for show and keep out of the way. She’s on a diet and can’t eat so I run douchbag game on her with lots of teasing, and then go for a buying temperature spike with eye-fucking and low vocal tone.

She’s giddy, saying how she feels drunk. When her eyes spazz out and I have the It’s On Moment I walk her back to my bedroom, run the Trololo routine then close. No LMR.

My second date with the Turk goes pretty well. I’m not planning on seeing her on Friday but when I text a variation of “whassup” in the morning she suggests meeting for coffee after her school so I think why not. We’d already set up Sunday evening so I figure if she’s got a “no sex until third date” rule I wanna get the second out of the way.

Most of the date we’re sat in Caffe Nero. She’s a strangely cerebral sort and wracked with a crisis of meaning in her life – not in a loopy way but she’s a lifelong leftie activist who has recently realised its all bullshit and can feel herself being drawn right wing. All her old friends are still on the barricades with their Obama badges and while their stupidity is disgusting her she feels guilt at becoming one of those evil capitalists.

So cue a long educational sermon from me. It brings out all my alpha positives:

• Strong frame
• Unshakeable sense of being right
• Worldy wise man of knowledge
• Demonstration of high intelligence
• Reality-shaking insight
• Placing her in the student role
• Witty intellectual one-liners

I’m so pleased to find a girl who is ripe for the sort of material I usually reserve for drunken bar arguments with male friends. She’s listening in rapt attention and getting the pussy tingle from my exposition of Ludwig von Mises‘ “Socialism” magnum opus. I think I really have her when I explain the problem of economic calculation.

I’m simultaneously curing a leftie progressive fucktard AND seducing a hot chick. Two beautiful demonstrations of righteous power at the same time. Kinda like synching a triangle choke while catching a boomerang. Or getting a blowjob while playing Xbox360.

Once I determine her old reality is completely destroyed and I am her new lord and master, I sit her on my lap and finger fuck her. In the middle of the cafe, at 3pm. There’s plenty of customers around. She’s looking at me saying “stop it, I’ll just melt” while making no effort to stop me. She has to go to work so I put her on the Underground and go for my next date.

Sunday rolls round and I tell her to meet me at the station by my house. It’s 9pm and we’re both starving. I walk her to Tescos and she’s protesting about not knowing she was going to my house and how she can’t believe my audacity. In the supermarket I hand her the basket and weigh it down with a week’s shopping. She’s giving me more of the “I can’t believe you are getting me to do this” stare but still stumbling around after me. I cook pasta.

Back in my lounge I run the “trolol” youtube routine to raise her state, then the fighting pandas, and go for the swoop. There’s plenty of token resistance. She doesn’t wanna straddle me (fully clothed) but I just insist and she gets into it. Then I stand up and carry her to the door but she’s pushing it closed, refusing to go to the bedroom. I pull back and drink my white russian. She drinks hers. I just stare at her. No touching, no kissing. Just giving her serious rape eyes over my glass. She’s quivering and downs her drink. Without a word or a kiss I put my arm around her waist and walk her to the bedroom. No more LMR.