There’s always been something getting in the way of my game this past month. Illness, work parties, boot camps or something. The few times I’ve been approaching it’s been to demo for students so even when I’ve had a strong hook and an instadate waiting to happen I’ve had to just take the number and run – leading to inevitable flakes. Fortunately my Romanian project has been keeping me entertained so I’m not entirely frustrated.

Friday 18th December and I’m on a lunch break from work. I walk into Starbucks and who should I see hunched over on a sofa calling her friend but HB8 Indian. She of the flaked house party. She is engrossed in the call and doesn’t notice the world around her. I queue, get my coffee and walk over to the milk jugs which she’s sitting next to. I snap my fingers under her nose and when she looks up I wink. It takes her a moment to recognise me cos I’m wearing a russian fur hat, fur-lined fighter pilot jacket and have three weeks of beard growth. Wildman schtick. She smiles.

I put milk in the coffee, slowly to see if she hangs up, and as I go to walk past her to a different seat I hear “I have to go. A friend just walked in”.  I spend a while talking over my shoulder deliberately not rewarding her with my full attention until she’s properly engaged and then I sit down. In some respects it’s like a normal indirect opener cos I even give a false time constraint. My goal is to warm up the set and (for amusement) to infuse as many DHVs as I can without break.:

Flaky, but lovely

Krauser: The dude behind the counter just asked to buy my hat. Not as in “where can I buy your hat?” but actually can I buy your hat. Must be cooler than I thought.

HB8: Hehe. blah blah

Krauser: I thought you’d be on holiday today. This is my last day. Going home for Christmas. I can’t wait to see my nephews again. One of them is this tall *hand motion* and he’s really into furry animals now. He’s got so much love to give so he’s hugging everything. I’m gonna get him a panda.

HB8: I love pandas. blah blah.

Krauser: At Christmas my whole family gets together at my Aunt’s house. She’s got a place on top of a hill surrounded by forest. It’s an old mining village. I’m so hoping it snows because you can imagine the scene sitting around the fire – she’s got a proper open fire with logs, I’m the one who goes out into the yard to chop the wood – a belly full of hot roasted food, and then you look out the window down the vale to see the snow blanketing the grass and trees… etc [paints emotionally evocative picture]

HB8: *trance state*

Krauser: Then I’ll take my nephews out to walk the dogs, playing fetch as we walk deep into the forest. After the boys finish fetching the stick I’ll start playing it with the dogs.

HB8: Blah blah, *eyes sparkle, beaming smile*

Krauser: You got any plans this weekend?

HB8: Not really. Maybe going out with [the girls].

Krauser: I’m taking my friends to Winter Wonderland tomorrow in Hyde Park. We’re gonna do ice salsa. Not really sure how but you know Tony, from that [entourage] night? He’s great at salsa so he’s gonna teach us. Then on Sunday we’re going hiking. Burto’s going to hire a couple of cars and drive us all out. I haven’t decided where, probably Kent…etc…etc

After about fifteen minutes she says she has to go back to work. Believable from the already-eaten panini and already-drunk coffee. As she stands up:

HB8: I really do have to get back, I’ve been here an hour. Can you send me the details of the Winter Wonderland. It sounds like great fun. We should definitely meet up.

Krauser: I’ll put something on my facebook.

Lukewarm —–> Warm

I’m wondering if I should escalate on the HB5 Eastern Europe who works at a nearby food shop. I go in there once a week or so for lunch and she always takes my order. I didn’t give her much thought but after I told her my slightly quirky preferences (I hate onions, mushrooms and peppers) remembered and we joked about it a few times.

I started to get that strange stirring of the loins. Not a proper “Whoa! I want to fuck her” stirring. This was more like if you’re thinking of a hot girl and suddenly turn the corner and see a car crash – you’ve got a boner but it feels inappropriate to the situation. She’s a nice size, very feminine, cute smile, and even cuter braces.

Braces! They should have me running a mile but instead I wonder whether I’d feel the cold steel on my teeth as we kiss. She’s got a few extra pounds, especially on the arse, but I wonder what type of metal-mouthed smile she’d come up with if I gave it a firm smack. I think for a while and I realise why I want to fuck this girl.

She is so bashfully demure and feminine.

It doesn’t matter that she’s got a mouth full of steel, or a chubby arse, or slightly beady eyes. She smiles, she defers, she remembers stuff, she shakes it as she walks. In a City full of ball-busting lawyer cunts, she’s a breath of fresh air. I reckon she’d let me do her up the arse on the first asking. So today I make my first stab at gaming her proper

I catch her eye as I come in. She smiles, I do a “whassup” nod and wink. At the order counter, a dude takes the order while she stands by smiling.

Dude: Hi sir. May I take your order?

Krauser: Your colleague here can tell you. She’s got a good memory.

HB5 :  *enjoying the opportunity* He would like a [order] but with no mushrooms *smiles at me*

Krauser: Well done, but last time you left on in. *smirk* I was very disappointed with you. *sits down*

Dude brings me my food and I catch HB5 looking at me across the other diners. She walks all the way across to a nearby table to collect an empty Coke can. Proximity IOI, I think so. As she turns towards me I open:

Krauser: Do I look like a bear?

HB5: Wha…. excuse me? *gleaming smile – the braces not the tooth enamel*

Krauser: I want to look like a bear, so I’m growing a beard. I’m all furry now, see.

HB5: *laughs, glances back to the building queue, comes and stands next to me*

Krauser: I have a lot of meetings at work and I’ve noticed nobody in the City has a moustache. Look *gesture to other diners*. So I was in a meeting and I suddenly realised I had the best moustache in the room. No matter how I’m dressed or what I’m presenting, I know I’ll always have the best moustache.

HB5 *smiling, wondering what the hell I’m saying, ignoring her waitress duties*

Krauser: So I start thinking why not grow a beard. There’s too much professionalism around here. It needs more wildness. I want to be a bear. Rrrrrrrrrrrr!

HB5 *giggles, steps closer*

After that we just chat, with me doing a generic neg of her home country (“Oh you’re not one of those girls are you? I knew two girls from [country] and they were bitches. You seen nice though”) and asking bio info like I’m screening her, e.g:

Krauser: So what do you like about London?

HB5: Uh, I don’t know. It’s nice

Krauser: That’s not an answer. Are you a party girl, or a serious girl? Haha! Caught you! There was that flash in your eye, a sparkle, when I said party girl. You were thinking of your favourite nightclub weren’t you.

HB5 *yet more giggling* Yes, there’s a club I like (blah blah).

I didn’t want to go to far in the first interaction. Partly because she’ll always be there, and partly I still can’t quite shake the idea that I’m slumming it by even trying. It’s not like she’s “my 10”. She’s my HB5. But I just know that next time I knock one out, I’ll be thinking of her….. I’ve got a semi on just writing this.

Friday 4th December 2009 and it’s another boot camp. I’m only booked in for the Saturday but I’m hungry as I leave work so I decide to stop by the host pub for food and a hello. Inevitably I end up winging for a student. Jambone has my entourage game business cards which look awesome. We head to Piccadilly.

My student doesn’t need too much pushing into sets. Sometimes he makes ridiculous excuses to avoid opening, but other times he just goes right in there. I demo a few times, starting with when it’s a tight squeeze to get through a channel:

Krauser: *taps obstacles’s shoulder* Hmmm, not sure how I’m gonna get past
Obstacle: *moves out the way* blah blah
Krauser: Ok, I’m gonna have to give you the crotch or the arse. Which do you prefer?
Obstacle: *laughs* The arse.
* I squeeze past and then as if as an afterthought I turn back and engage the target*
Krauser: I have to ask. Those earings. Are they a family heirloom? My granny has some just like them.

Set opens, I bring in the student. Later in the night he has a good bit of isolation with one of the friends. I do a high energy opener on a 3-set of Australians at the bar. It’s the usual opinion opener but what’s notable is I maintain high energy, dominate the interaction, neg plenty, push them into bratty kid sister roles etc. Fun set. I try to bring the student in but he’s quiet. He tells me later he just wanted to observe how I do it. Fair enough.

We debrief that set outside in the smoking area and when we come back in the girls are putting their coats on to leave. I walk over and hug them all, doing my usual “No, boobie-to-boobie hug” getting a good laugh. I haven’t really done any comfort and haven’t isolated the one fit girl. But I do give her one of my new cards:

Krauser: Are you fun?
HB7: Yeah, of course
Krauser: Ok, I believe you. Listen. I put on parties in this venue every month or so. We’re starting the new season next month. It’s fashion blah blah [seed / DHV].
HB7: *interested*
Krauser: Here’s my card. Check out the website.
HB5: Hey, can I have one
Krauser: No. You’ll just cause trouble. *to target* Don’t bring her, ok? I’ve got a reputation to maintain here and she’ll just be dancing topless on the bar all night.

Seeing as I’ve totally excluded the obstacle, I’m a little surprised how well she takes it. The other interesting set of the night was opened by the student. A two set of Essex girls. I give him a minute then come in to wing. The obstacle is actually really hot, a slim 20yr old blonde. I neg her, DHV etc and hook pretty well but my head isn’t in the close (hasn’t been for a few weeks now) so I let it stall out after about ten minutes. A mistake. She was really hot.

My text game used to be awful. Truly awful. I saved all my texts with girls into folders on my phone as part of my generally overzealous cataloguing of this PUA transformation. It’s a valuable learning point. Looking back on early exchanges makes me cringe.

I declare my text game is now…….. intermediate. Here’s some good and bad from the past week or so. Beginning with a long self-amusing example of one-word game. This is with the Romanian HB8 from the recent posts. The first set is all in one afternoon, her texting me immediately after I text.

Just in case you forgot

Krauser: We’re going to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s tomorrow. Want to come?
HB8: Yes, I would love to! But i have a meeting in Bank with [blah] management until about 9:30 in the evening tmrw. Can we go on friday?
Krauser: Maybe
HB8: Pretty please ;))
Krauser: Depends
HB8: Hmm, on?
Krauser: Stuff
HB8: Like?
Krauser: Choices
HB8: Hmm, i wonder how i can influence this….
Krauser: Lingerie
HB8: Yours :d ? Hmm…
Krauser: Fail!
HB8: Ok ok, not yours. I get it :). Maybe mine?
Krauser: Bingo
HB8: Ok so far, i am listening. Carry on….
Krauser: Pervert
HB8: Yeah, that’s you
Krauser: Agreed
HB8: We have some great cool pictures from this weekend

I figure I’ve pushed it to breaking point so I go over to cocky/funny.

Krauser: Yeah, I look good. You look silly.
HB8: I am fun and sexy, you are ok
Krauser: Sexy? So which new lingerie are you wearing for me?
HB8: Pervert!

It’s evening now, so I let her sleep on it. Hopefully she’ll even wonder if I took that last one as an insult and worry she upset me. The next day she reinitiates and I overdo the douchebag game:

HB8: At what time is the movie tmrw? I’ll come from [outside London]. How do i get there?
Krauser: I already told everyone Thursday and sent [friend] to get the tickets, so too late now. Our Friday night is usually men only. I might meet you instead, depends on Saturday’s plan.
HB8: You are not cool. Don’t bother with saturday, i have plans.

Ouch!

Benefit of hindsight that last one from me was too much of a “hey look at me, I’m the cool guy”. Still, I’m pissed off at her curt response but can’t really blame her because I’d been ragging her so long with the one-word stuff. What to do? Initially I just ignore it and decide radio silence till she reinitiates. We’ve had about five dates and she’s well into me. Plus I’m not impressed with her witholding sex routine and I’m unwilling to be placed into the beta role.

At the same time I think I probably ought to have more velvet over the steel. What I actually end up doing is at 11pm that night [her last mail was lunch time] I send “Good night”.

Probably I should’ve maintained the silence. So on the weekend I show Jambone and Tony T the exchange and ask for advice. Jambone thinks she’s overreacted and there wasn’t any obvious mistake. Tony T says “this girl needs comfort”.

Saturday night I call her, she picked up in a few rings. I go straight into comfort building and trance-talk. I describe the bar I’m in, pace her reality as she’s lying on her bed after a long hot bath. Within five minutes she’s loving it. I give her 20 minutes then DHV myself and ring off. We exchange texts all night and she invites herself to my house on the Sunday.

I finally get her through the door and soon have her bare-chested on my sofa but still getting ASD. I figure she just needs more comfort and time than most girls.

Cracking tits, BTW.

We are pumped from all the state control we ran on the main shopping drag and take ourselves to a small square flanked by about six bars. It’s rammed with the cool crowd but our energy soon has us lording the whole place. A six set comes in. Tony T recognises one as the girl from the ice cream stall yesterday. As they go past I open a straggler, HB8 Georgia, with something indirect and we chat. Immediately I set the tone with some quick fire negs then compliments, a tone I’ll keep most of the interaction.

Krauser: What are you good at?
HB8: I can cook.
Krauser: Proper food? Like, from original ingredients and everything. Don’t tell me you just reheat stuff in the microwave.
HB8: No no no! Real food. We girls from Georgia are great cooks.
Krauser. Cool. I like a girl who can cook. It shows creativity and patience.

I tell her to hold my drink and then skuttle around the low barrier that is between us saying “You seem nice. I don’t like to have any barriers between us” with a smirk. Then I give her my coat to hold too and continue chatting. It’s quite a long set so these excerpts are just a flavour of what goes on.

HB8: You know what’s really cool *pointing at me*
Krauser: Don’t point. That’s rude *slaps down finger*
HB8: *giggles*

I get a hug. It’s okay but she’s not really pulling her weight. I push her off, look into her eyes and admonish “No no no. Boobie-to-boobie hug. Do it properly”. I get a proper embrace with her juggling her breasts against me. Later I nudge her and say “Arse bump” and go for a side-on bump. She misunderstands and starts slapping my arse.

Krauser: Hey, stop that! We’ve only known each other five minutes and you’re going crazy. I need love, trust and connection before I do arse slapping. Come on, do the arse bump properly”
HB8: *has arms crossed*
Krauser: Hey, uncross your arms *slaps down arms* That’s so judgemental
HB8: *giggles* But I’m so cold. Aren’t you cold?
Krauser: No. I’m rock.
HB8: Yeah, you white guys don’t get cold so easily
Krauser: *exaggerated open-mouthed stare* You…you… you’re so racist. Hey, Tony! This girl just racially insulted me
HB8: No no no! That’s not what I meant…
Krauser: Honestly! Black girls are so racist!

She tells me she’s from Georgia so I keep refering to stuff like “Lee, this chick is from Hicksville, Georgia. Just outside Deliverance” etc. She tells me she’s half African and half Native American:

Krauser: Oh, fucking hell *reaches into wallet*. Ok then, how much do I owe you? For reparations. *pulls out Zimbabwean $100billion note*. Will $100 billion cover it? Here, buy your family a casino.

It’s really on and she’s laughing constantly. Check out the photos for how big her smile is. Her cheeks are lovely so I keep IOIing her for her nice smile but negging on her Bugs Bunny cheeks. After a while I decide it’s time to play with takeaways, just walking back to the crew without saying anything to her. She hangs around on the edge of her friend’s group waiting for me to return and we do this about five times. By then Tony T and Burto are tougue-deep in her two friend’s mouths. Just as I’m going back to kiss close she spontanteously says “I feel like American girls are so slutty now. I’m so embarrased”.

She’s already told me she’s coming to London in two weeks time and wants me to show her around, so I decide to change gears and play for the Day 2. I start future projecting:

Krauser: What makes you think you can come to London?
HB8: What do you mean?
Krauser: It’s my town. You can’t come in unless I sign your entry visa. My guards will stab you with a spear *pokes her stomach*
HB8: Let me in. Please
Krauser: OK, but only if you’re nice. If you misbehave I’m having you thrown into the Thames.

I pull her in and start talking about our date.

Krauser: First I’ll take you to the Tower of London and introduce you to the Queen. Me and Lizzie are tight. Then we’ll walk along the South Bank, next to the river. It’ll be dark and all the coloured lights will be reflecting off the high tide. We’ll be holding hands and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. We’ll get to the London Eye. It’s a big ferris wheel with amazing views over London. You know ferris wheels? Maybe you don’t have them in Shitsville, Georgia. We’ll go straight to the front of the queue and get into the VIP capsule. At the top I’ll hit the intercom and my mate in the operating booth will stop us at the top. I’ll reach under the seat and bring out the champagne…. etc etc

She’s pushing her breasts up against me now as I’ve got my arm round her shoulder and we are looking out over the rest of the square. Then I push her off and do another takeaway. More kino follows including picking her up and spinning her around. I go off and open two sets in front of her and flirt lightly with them.

Bonus pic. She's hot.

It’s all very solid so I take the Facebook, she asks me again to show her around London, and after another five minutes or so I leave it at that. She adds me the next day.

We’re on the first day of the holiday, touching down in Malaga late morning and finally getting all our stuff together by early afternoon. We are totally shagged from the clubbing in London the night before so we have a “quick” nap. I collapse and barely stir until 7pm. We rustle ourselves into a group and head into the centre of town.

In front of the train station I open my first set, 2 seated HB6s. Very young looking but even I’m shocked when they say they are 14. Not that I was trying to close, it was just a warm up. Goes ok. Open another set as we alight in the main station and then a third outside. It’s just easy indirect stuff. We have local sherry in a traditional wine cellar and then I do my first proper set – 3 set of 18 yr olds. I open simple asking for directions, DHV a bit and then start to reward their IOIs. Tony T and Shameem have joined to wing and it really heats up.

The language is quite an obstacle but we make do. Tony is salsa spinning his target while Shameem is doing his usual intense eye contact thing. I’ve got the prettiest, a petite HB8 with a big cheesy smile.

HB8: How old are you?
Krauser: Too old for you
HB8: No, really. How old?
Krauser: Guess.
HB8: Thirty
Krauser: Very close.
HB8: How old do you think I am?
Krauser: Dunno. Stand up and give me a proper look at you
*she stands. I check her out head to toe*
Krauser: Turn around
*she turns around. Waits expectantly*
Krauser: 12

Just routine stuff like that. I lower-back lead her off a back street and the set follows. It’s really high energy and lots of smiling and laughing but there’s some underlying resistance. Tony T’s girl keeps asking for 5 euros fee for giving directions so I give her my Zimbabwean $100billion note. She puts it down her bra and tries to get Tony to take it. He’s not taking the bait.

About fifteen minutes in we sense it’s not going much further. Tony’s target shit tests us pretending to steal my money so he deliberately kills the mood by telling her off and showing paternal disapproval. She’s deflated and meekly gives back the money. We move on.

One of many sets that weekend

Now we are on the main shopping street which is lit up bright. I get a quick instant date (see other report). Coming back from that I see a 7-set of 18 yr olds giving what may be a promixity IOI to our group. So I open them. I think it was random shit. It hooks easy and I bring Wisdom into set on the pretext that he’s an awesome dancer and we need to find a club worthy of his new moves. Two of the girls really show interest, HB7s, and pretty much take us on the instadate.

We end up in a teeny-bopper club and things are interesting when the girls are waiting for drinks that we refuse to buy (I go to the bar and return with a JD&coke for me and one for Wisdom). We practice a few compliance tests and lock-ins. The girls start shit testing. Given their youth it has to be subconscious. They start dancing together just behind us – beta bait. Wisdom and I just talk about men stuff and give them barely a glance. So the girls try harder and hand me their camera to take pictures.

More beta bait. I take a few pictures of me and Wisdom, holding up a finger and admonishing them to wait. Then he jumps between them for a photo and I do the next one. Didn’t quite have the nerve to do my “zoom up onto the girls breasts” photo routine.

I decide to do a mild punishment / DHV and walk off and open a 3-set of Greeks who are further along the bar. Nice girls but I don’t hang around. It’s just to see the effect on the target set. We happen to bump into them a few hours later so its a warm set then.

They are doing the typical young-girl indecisive stuff and try to shit test us again – this time saying they’re going to meet their sister and come back in half an hour and can we look after their coats. I say no. Obviously. So I just take my target’s number and let them go.

Our crew has split into a few bars now so we meet up in a cougarish bar next door. Wisdom and Lee do a good set and then Jambone and I head back to the shopping street to do some day game. It’s still target-rich. I stop an absolute stunner. Quite likely a 10. But she can’t speak English at all. Her manner is lovely and she shows interest but there’s no way to take it forward and she moves on. Virtually right after Jambone opens another 10. He does it right in front of a seated 3-set of young HB7s who watch with intense interest. I use that as my opener: “Watch this, it’ll be really interesting”.

Jambone has the same langage barrier but the girl’s sub communication shows it would’ve been on if they’d been able to understand each other. He comes to wing my set – playing up the “She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” love struck angle. And it’s half true too. This set is ok but they are clearly waiting for someone – boyfriends we find out but by then we are already in the next set.

Saturday 28th November. I am woken from drunken sleep at 9am by HB8 Romanian, the girl from the recent “Instant Date in Westfield” post. We’ve been out a few times since, so perhaps I should recap……

HB8 Romania

After that instant date, we swap a few texts and then meet on a Sunday afternoon in central London for a Day 2. First thing I do is kiss her, wanting to set the tone. I’m sick of being LJBF’d by delaying kino. I lead her towards Carnaby Street and we go past Ann Summers. I pull her in and future project the kind of lingerie she’ll be wearing for me. It’s slightly awkward but works. Then we get to The Diner for a milkshake. It’s the perfect venue cos we’re settled into a dark booth sitting side by side. She loves the milkshake. Then we go to a nearby pizza restaurant. It’s all normal comfort building with a few attraction spikes. Only thing of note is when the bill comes:

HB8: *gets out purse* I’ll pay my share
Krauser: Yeah, I agree.

We walk hand in hand through Soho looking for a pub but it’s a wierd night. Lots of them are closed and the few open onces are rammed. I lead her through a back alley, throw her against the wall and get a makeout. First time. She enthusiastically falls into it and the nagging LJBF danger disappates. I find a good pub. As we sit together she relaxes entirely, leaning into me and stretching her feet out, playing with my fingers and generally accepting the feminine role. I remind myself that this girl is tall, hot and leads a team of 19 people in a bank. And here she is playing besotted schoolgirl to me.

Six hours in she has to drive home. Logistics are horrible cos she lives way out West and works their too. No chance of her staying the night, not with my current level of game. I throw her into a phone box and makeout. My phone vibrates with an incoming text, so I take it out my pocket and hold it against her chuff. She responds with a mixed pleasure and shocked honour. The latter carries the day.

Day 3 is a major DHV. We run a successful entourage night at a top club. Fifteen girls and five guys, including a HB9 Playboy model that Burto brings. I take HB8 to the pub and we are first there, so get the best corner seats. Gradually over the next half hour everyone turns up, all greeting me like the tribal leader, until we have absolutely taken over the bar. Last of all comes HB8 Indian for the first time I’ve seen her since the Starbucks number close. Imagine what she thinks as she walks in! We bounce to the club, all on the guest list for free, and the remainder of the night I have HB8 Romanian, HB8 Indian and HB7 Spaniard competing for me.

HB8 Indian

HB7 Spaniard

I take HB8 Romanian back to her car and she drops me off at Trafalgar Square for my late night bus. It’s a Thursday night. Getting off the bus at 3am I text HB7 Spaniard, who has a habit of getting the wrong bus and generally being led astray:

Krauser: Don’t get murdered
HB7: Ok, justin my way to get murdered…. At least im sober!
Krauser: Cool. I’m nearly home
HB7: Ur a bastard, i was assuming i would crash at ur place! This and the retarded [I kept calling her a retard]….. Im not ur friend anymore!
Krauser: You can. Get the [bus number] from [bus stop]. Call me.

She calls and is keen to come to my place. I’ve majorly DHV’d this night, remember.

HB7: Ok, im getting to [bus stop]
Krauser: Cool

Various texts follow over the next hour where basically the bus doesn’t come, she lets her own bus go by three times, and then figures out she’s at the wrong bus stop. I tell her to get a taxi. She arrives, jumps into my bed. Then it gets wierd.

She cuddles up to me, I go for the makeout (never even kiss closed her so far). She resists. I caveman, she relents. Heavy makeout. She resists every step of the way but every now and then when she thinks I can’t see she has a beaming smile. When I go to touch her chuff the LMR seems real not token, so I don’t push it. Next morning is more of the same but this time she dress up in three different costumes I have in my wardrobe (Japanese school uniform, the red one from Evangelion, and the french maid – in case you’re interested). I call in sick for work.

Day 4 with HB8 Romanian is the following Sunday. It’s crappy weather. She is ten minutes late so I go to a nearby Starbucks and she meets me there. As soon as she can, she’s stretching out and leaning into me, playing with my fingers again. She doesn’t want to leave. I take her along the South Bank by the river and it’s dark so the lights are awesome. I stop her a couple of times for a makeout but don’t go all horny-teenager on her. Then to a pub by the river. I escalate the sex talk and do The Stone.

What’s The Stone?

Krauser: Blah blah blah
*grabs her hand, puts it on my cock and..*
Krauser: This is how you make me feel
*puts her hand back*
Krauser: Blah blah blah

She giggles, calls me a pervert, and for the rest of the night keeps saying things like “You’re such a pervert. I should be careful”. We walk back to my house on the pretext of a nice Chinese restaurant nearby. As I get her to the door I try the Mystery comfort routine – invite her in just for a minute then go out again. She won’t even come to the door. Bizarre.

So we go to the restaurant. After food, we are a bit sleepy from digestion. I hold her hand over the table, footsie underneath, and just stare intensly at her. My voices deepends and slows, and I start pacing her reality.

Krauser: You can feel the heavieness of the warm food in your belly. The heat is spreading out, up through your chest, down your arms to your fingers. It’s a pleasant sleepy feeling. You feel safe and content etc etc

She’s totally in a trance. As we go to leave I sense some change in the atmosphere. I suddenly feel like I’m being judged. Like she’s weighing up an important decision on my worthiness. It’s subtle and I can’t explain it. I walk her past my house again because that’s the way to the station. I make no attempt to bring her in – I just point it out as we walk by. She’s talking about how she has to get up early tomorrow and she’s not sure where to change trains and blah blah blah.

At the station we kiss goodnight at the barriers. She seems tense.

Krauser: Fuck it, I’ll come down to the platform and make sure you get the right train.
HB8: *smiles, hugs* Thank you!

Down at the platform she’s being tense again and reconfirming where to change trains.

Krauser: *checks watch*. OK, I’ll come as far as [interchange station, 3 stops away]. You’ll just get lost.

And fuckin’ hell was I surprised by the response. All of the tenseness dissolves, she breaks out into a huge beaming grin, and jumps me. She’s hugging, dotting kisses all over my face, and just oblivious to everyone else there. I know I just passed a major test. Once we get to the interchange I decide to lock down this impression

Krauser: Right-ho. Text me when you’re home so I don’t have to send the police looking for you
(text) HB8: I enjoyed this day/evening, safely in my warm and cosy room now.

Friday 27th November and I’m at a house party in central London thrown by a group of Eastern European student girls. We are invited but its a weak connection – Wisdom number closed the host ten months ago and hasn’t really seen her since but she asked him to bring some guys. Everyone has to wear a wig.

First thing I do is walk up to a four set of girls and introduce myself. Girl number 2 (Latvian HB7) is my target for the night. I can’t think of any funny thing to say on the spot so I neg Girl 4 (English HB6)

Krauser: Hi, I’m Krauser. And you are?
HB6: Hi, I’m HB6
Krauser: You are awfully posh *stands back, cocks head, looks quizzically, still holding her hand* I’ll bet you’re from the South-East. And you’ve got private school manners.
HB6: Heeheeheee. No! How did you guess *starts qualifying*

Within a minute I accomplishment-intro my wing:

Krauser: Burto, come here a second. I’ve got some people who should meet you
Burto: Hey girls!
Krauser: This is a good friend of mine Burto. He’s the only person I know to run naked through Red Square.
Girls: Heeheehee wow etc
* introduce girls, and he shakes hands in turn*
Krauser: This is HB8. This is HB7. This is HB7. And this is…..erm……erm….. Posh Girl
HB6: Heehee. No! *playful punch*

The party is mostly in the lounge area. About 25 people, 15 of them girls, half of them sarge-worthy but no stunners. I do an extended run with the target, alternating between C&F and comfort building. She hooks good and qualifies like crazy.

HB7 Latvia

Krauser: This wig works for you [it’s a pink bob]
HB7: Thank you
Krauser: Come here, I’ll show you *isolates her in hallway in front of mirror, sits her down and sits behind*
HB7: Teehee
Krauser: You’ve got distinction eyes. Having the fringe come down low like this *brushes her fringe* really brings that out. It was the first thing that caught my attention.
HB7: *flirty eyes, smiling, enjoying the kino*
Krauser: Then the bottom curls in like this, right at the end of your smile. You’ve got a good smile.
HB7: *beaming smile*
Krauser: But unfortunately it brings out your Bugs Bunny cheeks. They’re kinda cute though.

Plenty of fun. Other things like I’m talking to the target and her friend in the kitchen:

Krauser: So if you were both lesbians, would you be cool lesbians like in pornos, or manly bull dykes like in real life?
Girls: Oh, we’d be the cool lesbians *look at each other and pout*
* Big tall girl overhears and comes over, stands in front of me looking serious*
Butch: I’m a lesbian. That’s offensive.
Krauser: *state control, decides she’s fucking with me* But are you a cool lesbian? I only like cool lesbians.
Butch: *grins* I’m soooo cool *laughs*

I do a few AMOGs on the other guys. One young lad is on the sofa with three girls around him. I go over, shake his hand, pull him up, turn him around and steal his seat. He wanders off and the girls stay.

I number close the target about an hour in. Burto tells me I should do more comfort because the attraction is locked in but unfortunately the opportunity never quite comes up and we leave soon after. Other interesting parts to the night:

Hot girl was supposed to come this party with me (had already accepted). The HB8 Indian from the earlier Starbucks post. On the night before, at precisely the time I know she’s meeting friends in a bar before going to a club, she texts me:

HB8: Hi krauser, I can’t make it on fri, family duties
Krauser: (10pm the next night, at the party) Ok
HB8: (one hour later) Lol did u only just get that? And we should def meet up soon!

That follows the Roissy rule on flakes. If a girl flakes, don’t respond until five minutes before you were due to meet. It shows alpha indifference and gives her a trigger to make up with you.

Wisdom and I were walking through the pouring rain at 3am to get a late night bus home when three french girls open us, asking for a good club. We bounce them immediately but one is cockblocking so I number close HB7 French. We’ve swapped a couple texts since.

Following Tuesday I decide to reopen the HB7 Latvian with text game:

Krauser: [Name]. Just looked you up on Facebook. Didn’t find you. [Surname], right? Krauser
HB7 (2min later): Salut! =) you got the surname right, just my name is spelled with an “s” [name]
* three hours pass*
Krauser: Ok. I’ll look again. Help me out – make your FB profile that silly pink wig, then I’ll recognise you 😉
HB7 (10min later): Haha, this is a huge drawback of meeting people in wig/costume, it’s impossible to recognise them after. =)

Looks solid right? That night I search and get zero matches in Facebook. So I text:

Krauser: No matches. Hmmmmmm. Search [my email] and add me.

Two days later she adds me.