Krauser PUA

Guest Post: A Steve Jabba lay report

May 6, 2014
krauserpua

After nearly 2 years of focused and determined effort building Authentic PUA, I decided it was time for a break. I’ve got bored of London and as I live out of the centre, it’s a giant pain in the ass to hunt girls. Plus, lately I’ve been feeling a real lack of motivation..I simply cannot be arsed, and I rarely see girls of sufficient quality to even bother. So I decide to head (alone) to the FSU for 10 days of reflection and (possibly) getting back to what I do best.

Pulling girls!

Sexual intent, yesterday

I get here and notice immediately there’s a LOT of women. Quality isn’t anywhere as near as good as some other parts of FSU I’ve been (at least in the daytime), but what happened on my first night made up for this. I chill out for the day, and soak up the vibe. I start strategising immediately, finding local spots that are good for food and asking the cooler waiters where the hottest girls go out at night.

Looking on the internet for hot spots is no good : you always want local knowledge. Also I tip the guys well : you never know when this will come in handy, and I am keen to make friends. Plus they seem pretty decent, likeable people.

By 11pm I am toying with the idea of staying in as I had no sleep the night before, and was up at 3:30 am for my flight. But no, fuck it – I’m going out.I head out into the main area and see some pretty sweet girls walking about. I start to “switch on”- meaning pinging for IOI’s but also keeping a wary eye on my surroundings for aggressive guys, etc as I am well aware I am alone in a new town where no one knows me, and I stand out. A lot of guys are not happy about hunters like me rocking up in their town and taking the hottest women. This becomes important later on.

I head to one of the best clubs where “there are no drunk guys, everyone looks good and there’s no trouble”. Sweet. As I go in, it strikes me that I am totally alone and yeah, I get a very short pang of nerves. Despite going to nightclubs alone for over 20 years on my own it happened. I was a little shocked but breathed deeply and paid attention to my surroundings whilst drinking a vodka and diet coke.

They had a fashion show on so lots of (non-professional) models walking around. I start to get in the groove and find what always happens to me when there’s hot girls about : a laser like focus, zone out the other guys and focus on the girls – this brings me into a good state more than anything I’ve ever found.

I’m not getting IOI’s like I usually do though, by midnight it’s not really happening so I switch tack. I still haven’t approached anyone, so I go to the smoking area and start a conversation with a local dude. He’s pretty friendly and the trick here is to be friendly and cool, but not value suck and also hold your self possession. With guys, the key is to be cool with them, but also subtly position yourself and demonstrate that you’re a solid guy. You have to gain their respect and listen to what they have to say. (It’s also a good idea to tell them how hot their local girls are)

A metaphor, yesterday

Really what I am doing here is building bases. If you go it alone in clubs, especially if there may be some hostility further on down the line, bases come in handy – plus it’s good for your sociability, andyou can start off the beginning of a social circle. When I do leave London, this is exactly the sort of thing I will be doing consistently.

At about midnight or so I say goodbye to my new friends and decide to check out somewhere else just to see how it is. On the way out, as I am heading down a side alley I start to get a little tingle as there’s a group of 3 guys coming towards me. One looks a bit threatening, and I hear him say “Angliski”..and then more discussion from the friends…I quicken up the pace and head towards a bigger group of people and steer back towards the club I have just left…Out of the corner of my eye I can see Mr. threatening getting heated and being held back by his friends…I think he must have been a local nationalist who wanted to give me a pasting by virtue of being English (and possibly because I stand out and might take his women). Not good.

Back in the club I take a breather in the smoke area again and chat to another dude. He’s qualifying himself heavily with his mate to two pretty hot girls..Big mistake but I keep my eyes open and sit there alone, smoking. He starts talking to me and I reply in English : instantly I am his new best mate and he invites me over to drink with their group. Cool.

I drink with them for about 20 minutes or so but then ENOUGH..Girl time.. I switch on again and this time the IOI’s start flowing..Back to the smoking area and I see a very hot blond girl (see pic and video at the end of this email) getting shouted at by some chodey looking dude…I notice she is staring at me so I return the look and give her a little nod of the head (slightly arrogantly)..Forcing an IOI.

So I head over and Mr. angry DOESN’T LIKE IT ONE LITTLE BIT…As I stand there, not in his way but quite close to him he turns his attention to me and says something (quite aggressively)…I just look back and shrug my shoulders, non threatening despite the fact I can see he is giving the hot girl a very hard time…”Please don’t leave me” she says to me (sotto voce)…”It’s cool…I won’t”…So I stick around and eventually Mr. Angry fucks off.

Actual girl

We begin talking and I get in nice and close. I like this girl, she is hot and self possessed with a lot of confidence. I establish pretty early on she’s not in a relationship and throw out a few “hooks”to see if she bites (kind of like I do in my videos). She bites…tentatively. But all I need.I make sure I’m introduced to the friends, but unfortunately my Angry keeps returning and making a right nuisance of himself…Almost shouting at her…It is winding me up but no way am I going to do anything as the risks are far too great..I suggest to her that we go somewhere else and she agrees, so we leave the club with her female friend and 2 other guys (also friends) who I make a point of being friendly with and talking to. I do this to avoid any resistance later on…

So we head off to some cramped ass new place. I hit the button with her and tell her I like her very much….Do the soul gazing thing where I look deep into her eyes and tell her how much I like her…It’s just an authentic expression in that moment because at that moment the love bubble appears and everything else is shut out…Just free flowing lust and powerful emotions..I feel this with every girl I go for, on some level and because I mean it..It works. I did like her.

We head off together to a more secluded place in the venue, to get away from the crowds and I put her legs over mine (dominance, leading)..A few guys are hovering around and looking unhappily on but there is no room left for that, we’re totally in the bubble. I tell her we should go and I want her…She seems pensive but after some thought says “OK let’s go”…We go to find her friends (I don’t hurry this along, I relax and am very chill about it)..We end up leaving with her female friend! She tells me we are going back to her place “but no sex and you have to be good”…I nod assent.

We jump in a taxi and I don’t even know what is going on, but about 3/4 distance the friend jumps out and wishes us both a good time…Back at the apartment we start kissing in the front room then she jumps up and leads me upstairs..Plain sailing from there and we go at it like animals…All night and the next day too!

I did actually like this girl, but she found my website and has many friends in this town, so I cannot post this on my own site. Plus, on some level I do feel a little guilty about it. But I guess I have to get my name out there because for all you guys know, the stories about me are all hype. Perhaps one day soon I will tell some more of these tales..

Hope you enjoyed!

Alpha vs Abundance

April 18, 2014
krauserpua

It is in the nature of learning that concepts begin muddy and confusing, then gradually refine until you can simply and precisely understand them. So it is with two commonly equivocated concepts: alpha and abundance. Consider a fairly frequently-observed case where a guy is lacking any strong alpha qualities but gets laid a lot and treats girls with the classic IDGAF frame. How can this be so? Aren’t girls supposed to be fucking ALPHAS?

Justin Bieber

Massive abundance, low alpha

Most insider accounts suggest he’s a fairly boring needy chode in a normal social context but clearly he can bang a new hottie every night if he wants. Robbie Williams is a needy creepy guy (lots of gossip on clingy and reactive behaviour from him) but also swimming in pussy. Or consider the recently-leaked text message exchange with James Franco.

I don’t know enough about Franco to comment on his relative alpha cred (and even writing that sentence gives me a creepy internet-alpha-syndrome shiver). But he certainly exuded IDGAF. So what are we to make of this apparent conundrum? Let’s pedantically unpack the two concepts and how they relate.

Alpha is a mindset. It is a way of relating to the world, to girls, the male rivals, and fundamentally comes down to having an internal reference point. Abundance is a condition. It is the actual real-world situation of having lots of girls wanting to fuck you. To split hairs, abundance is not about the girls you’re fucking now, it’s about your self-belief in your ability to fuck new girls in the near future. Naturally, being alpha is a predictable (but not 100% certain) cause of abundance because girls are attracted to alpha. But, it is possible for a beta to engineer / encounter circumstances which give him the condition of abundance.

White gamma guy goes to Japan / Phillipines
Top athlete attains fame and status
Normal guy appears on reality TV show
Rock guitarist in band that achieves fame
Successful businessman hires female employees

Mid-abundance, low alpha

There are many situations in which a man can become The Chosen without requiring a fundamental change to his mindset. It’s like the difference between getting rich from building a business versus buying a lottery ticket. The bank balance is the same, no matter how it was obtained. I think this explains the common mis-identification of alphas as “any guy getting laid a lot”. Once a beta is living in abundance he will naturally take on the IDGAF mindset because it’s a result of options rather than internal referencing. He really has more female options than time and motivation to bang them all, so he can aggressively filter, go direct, and walk away at any point. Just review James Franco’s text message exchange.

Is Franco also alpha? I don’t know. However, that text exchange is pure abundance mentality.

So a lesson for any aspiring player is to work for abundance as well as alpha. Abundance can come from hosting VIP tables in a nightclub, working as a dive instructor at a backpacker resort, owning a strip club or (in my case) travelling in countries where I’m shiny and then aggressively number-farming. That gives you the IDGAF from plate spinning.

It is not a reason to abandon the quest for alpha (or in my case, sigma). And the reason is:

Betas will always eventually lose abundance
Betas will always get rolled by a predatory female

I know a Welsh guy who was recently on a reality TV show. Fairly good-looking guy but nothing special. However the show made him shiny and cast his filter net* wide, thus all the local girls know who he is. So now he’s getting spammed by selfies from DTF girls. He’s living in abundance and getting laid like dambusters. But eventually his fifteen minutes will pass, other guys will replace him as flavour of the month, and the pussy shower is turned off. I hope he uses his period in the sun to lock down the IDGAF attitude to get him through leaner times.

A stone, completely rolled

As for the predator women, just think of John Lennon. Completely rolled. I view Yoko Ono as a top-level heist professional who completely took him. Many guys in abundance get rolled – Bob Geldof, Paul McCartney, Russell Brand, Tiger Woods, Mel Gibson, Mike Tyson. Unless you change the mindset you’ll always be vulnerable to the coquette who knows your need for affection (abundance always strips your soul over time, leaving you vulnerable to affectionate women) and how to use it against you.

Betas can experience abundance by succeeding in the hamster wheel of life. Become the best tennis player, become a rich businessman. Become a famous musician. That’s great, more power to them. Just don’t mistake it for alpha.

*Filter Net – Out there in the world there’s a certain number of women who will like you just as you are, without much Game required. For most men the problem is you never meet more than a tiny proportion of these girls. University increases the net (because you’re in constant contact with teen girls). Working in a business surrounded by women increases the net (e.g. fashion photography). Cold approaching increases the net (by initiating more interactions). Being famous massively increases the net by letting those women know you exist and telling them how to find you. Thus it’s possible for a man’s abundance to massively change purely on the strength of widening his net without any other changes to his mindset and game.

Intuition

April 8, 2014
krauserpua

I’ve been out daygaming for three days since arriving in Russia. We’ll be here for a while so I’m taking it easy and not running amok like I have in the past. Just a couple of hours a day, cherry-picking my sets according to DNA-tug or if I cop an IOI. So far I’ve done about ten sets a day and taken five numbers each time.

My state has been poor. After taking nearly three months off I’ve lost all momentum and that fine-tuning to the street that regular game gives has disappeared. It doesn’t worry me because I know the muscle-memory is trained and thus I can free myself of micro-management. In this state I noticed an interesting phenomenon that happens alot for me now.

When I’m in set, I feel super-relaxed and natural.
When I’m between sets, I feel like shit. Like the whole thing is an intolerable grind.

I don’t worry because I’m just like a footballer returning to camp after an off-season. My daygame legs will return, as will my love for it. Nonetheless it intrigued me how I can be in such shit state and yet still turn it on immediately from the open. So like I often do when an idea occurs to me, I sit down with Tom and discuss it.

He’s not micro-managing his sets either. All of those things in Daygame Mastery are just embedded into our DNA now.

Feel the strength of the hook
Manage her energy levels
Teasing and challenging

We aren’t thinking about any of that. Instead we’ve both been doing the same thing intuitively, which is directing ourselves to an empty-minded flow state and then making sure we “give her The Eyes”. We are confident that all the other stuff will sort itself out.

I had a set at the end of my second day with was a perfect expression of this, like a high watermark of exactly what my Game will look like when I’m consistently at my next level up. I was coming home from an idate with a glow in my breast and a spring in my step. I felt great. My mind was free and calm and I looked forward to soaking in a hot bath. From fifty metres away my RAS pings for a greyhound on the other side of a busy road. She’s exactly the girl I would’ve designed if I had one of those Weird Science machines.

I put my swag on and look away as we cross the road, passing each other midway. As we pass I look around and catch her checking me out. There’s a Moment (to use Jabba terminology). Electricty crackles. She’s smoking hot, on her way home from university. I double back and open. Everything is right. It’s like dialling a radio receiver to receive a faint transmission from another galaxy and getting a perfectly clear line. My eyes are sparkling, by body language exuding happiness, and yet there’s an unapologetic and pure sexual intent. This is the kind of flow state that can’t be manufactured. More practice lets you hit it for longer and more often but it’s never really in your control.

The effect on her is momentous. She’s rocked back on her heels, blushes and starts the “daygame sway” (when a super-on girl rocks around like a drunken sailor on deck in a storm). Her English is weak but it doesn’t matter. Throughout the five minute chat we keep falling in and out of “the trance”. I’m used to putting eye mesmer onto girls but it’s rare that I have them mesmering me so strong that it gives me the sway. But I felt it hard.

We swap numbers. I want to idate but I know my vibe is on it’s last hurrah from the previous idate so I don’t risk it. As we agree to meet for coffee and shake hands, it lingers.

Basically, this

What a set!

This is the magic of daygame. It touches you in a way I’ve never found in nightgame. My conversation was unremarkable and it often came out stilted. It didn’t matter. Everything that did matter was in the eyes and this finely-balanced connection. She immediately replied to my texts and our day two went great.

I explore this more in the upcoming material I’m doing with Steve. Once you have thoroughly deconstructed your game and rebuilt the high-performance engine, that phase is over. You’ve got the F-1 car and it’s finely tuned. Your mind now turns Senna-like to the driving, which you do emotionally in a flow state. I can’t hit this state at will, but in the past few days I’ve slipped in and out of it. I’ve watched Tom’s sets as he slips in and out of it. The effect on the girl is profound.

I bang my first 25 year old Russian hairdresser

April 6, 2014
krauserpua

It’s day four of Team Krauser‘s FSU jaunt and now we are in some second-tier Russian city where endless steppe has been replaced with endless grey foreboding apartment blocks. The kind of style 1960s England used for municipal car parks. At 11pm we take a taxi to a local bar/club.

Rock’n’roll.

but on a somewhat lower budget

Literally. On stage behind the semi-circular long bar is a live act ripping through 80s and 90s guitar rock. All around locals are dancing with undisguised joy in that peculiarly non-ironic Russian manner. It’s a great atmosphere. Tom, Bodi and I stand motionless in the throng, scoping it out. Although far from a “high end” club, the quality is off the scale compared to London. There’s alot of painted-up sixes and sevens, a smattering of eights and importantly no fatties or munters at all. A pattern quickly emerges.

The hotter girls are standing in pairs at the bar or in small groups seated along the edge of the small dance floor. They all studiously ignore the throng of enthusiastic chodes dancing in front of them in a childlike manner to get attention. Never have I seen so much “pull” from a group of willing suitors. The girls alternatively blank them or politely indulge them for their efforts. Noticeably there are no “bitch faces”, ever. Guys are getting blown-out like Jihadis caught in the open against an Apache attack chopper but at no point are the girls petty and mean. Such a good atmosphere.

We are already drawing IOIs. Dressed English (and r-selected), having English faces, and not following the dancing-monkey routine means we stand out like a white man in KFC. I’ve decided to play the Jabba Game. Tom is far too impatient for that and immediately begins a circuit to open sets. For the first hour Bodi and I just talk to each other, build some vibe and studiously avoid value-scanning the room. It works because whereas I entered the club in shit state, by midnight I’m getting a buzz and feeling good. I can sense the subtle IOIs around me and they get stronger. Soon girls are walking past giving The Look or bumping into us purely to get noticed. I’m not used to it. In a London club I’d get one IOI per month.

Finally I’ve found a club I can put the Jabba Game to the test. I stalk the club, eyeing up girls and forcing looks before returning to Bodi. The first two times don’t uncover much but by 1am I’ve counted off ten girls who are pinging back with some interest. Unfortunately nothing above a high-seven. I open, putting the claw on two tall girls eyeing us up. Halfway through the girls eye-code and switch up so I am now talking to a six-foot blonde. She’s loving it but I’m off-form, not really in my element in clubs. I try the talking game and she’s playing along, letting me spin her around, check out her heels and so on but then she asks my star sign and on my answer she suddenly backturns and pulls her friend away. How weird.

Another tall brunette is eyeing me so I pull her in, kino a bit, but her English is weak. There’s no sizzle in the chat at all and I have to try a clumsy physical game. She likes me but it’s just not happening. Too clunky. I reopen her an hour later and do more of the same pushing for extraction but she smiles and declines. Tom has disappeared by now, having fortuitously bumped into a girl by the coat check who inexplicably offered to drive him home within a few minutes of conversation. He’s sniffed out a chance and put all his chips on one roll of the dice.

Lots of MILF types are eyeing us up but we don’t really want to forego a chance at the hotter-younger-tighter girls. I’m really getting to experience what Good Looking Guy Game is like. There are now a dozen girls IOIing me and the grottier ones are full-on eye-fucking me on and off for hours on end. I know that if I’m willing to drop down to a six, or thirty-plus girl, I have an easy SNL.

Could’ve had any number of these

While coming out the toilets with Bodi I see a blonde and brunette eye us. As we walk past the blonde gets out of her seat, gets in my way and starts dancing with her back to me. Briefly I wonder if girls always did this and in my chode days I was too blind to see, or if it’s because now I’m cooler so the girls only do it now. I spin her around and immediately she’s put her hand on my shoulder and the other on my arse. She’s super-on. Bodi goes in with her friend. Language is poor but these girls are DTF so I start wondering if I should just take the easy cheeseburger. Then she tries to make me buy a whiskey for her so I walk off.

This kind of thing goes on with girls until past 2am. Once or twice the girls are solid eights but somehow not quite available (chode boyfriends in tow). We see raw naked hypergamy as girls are dancing with K-selected boyfriends while eyeing us up over his shoulder. My buzz is great but I’m impatient.

Finally as I return from the toilet again I make an all-in play. The blonde girl I’d backturned over whiskey is now necking on with the best-looking guy in the club. He looks like Tim Tebow – jacked, brawny, good features. He really does look like an NFL quarterback and his fashion and tattoos give him a player edge. Surprisingly he has no game – she’s a washed-up low six, not even the 25th hottest girl in the club – and he immediately latches onto her when she grabs him. An hour later he’s still with her and is trying to extract. At this moment I walk past and her now-solo brunette friend gives me The Look.

I walk in, grab her, and escalate. Within thirty seconds we’re kissing. The girls are eye-coding and my girl is desperately telling the blonde to leave and fuck the big guy. He’s standing there awkwardly while I do him the massive favour of turning the cockblock into a helper. He gets her away. I choke my girl as I kiss her and she whimpers with pleasure. That’s a test I always do now (hat tip D&P). I tell her

“Iet’s move”

and lead her by the hand to the cloakroom. There’s the usual “where are we going” and “what are we doing” so I tell her we’re having coffee at my apartment and nothing with happen. She stays in text contact with her blonde friend who has been playing silly-buggers in the taxi rank then ditched the guy to roam the club lost and forlorn. The capacity of women to ruin their own chances is incredible – one of the top guys in the club, a full three points better looking than her ageing carcass, was willing to bang her and she screwed it up pulling the same shit like she did with the whiskey on me.

Instead I waited for one of these

My girl is only in my apartment five minutes before I’m knobbing her. She’s a biter, screamer and scratcher. Halfway through I hear Tom come in with his bird and he begins a laborious four-hour battle against LMR. After I shoot my muck on my girl’s tits I have to walk through the lounge to get toilet tissue and Tom is giving his girl a shoulder massage and eye-coding me to make myself scarce.
He knobs her a bit later on the sofa. My girl dresses and leaves at 9am, while Bodi is in an afterparty in some squalid Soviet-era apartment with some locals he met in the taxi rank. A good night.

Learning Points

Being the shiny guy in a nightclub makes it all incredibly easy. I can’t remember ever getting laid with so little effort and so little game.
GLGG isn’t really game. It’s like an adult playing in the Little League. It’s a completely different beast to getting girls more attractive than you are who rarely put out.
I felt zero achievement. It was like buying a McDonalds on the way home to satisfy the munchies. A vastly different feeling to closing a daygame squirrel over two dates.
All that said, what I did need to do was pick a horse to back and then show conviction. And the sex was fun.

Bar-to-Bedroom: An uninterrupted audio of a First Date Lay

March 29, 2014
krauserpua

Just a shame that it’s Tom’s and not mine…… Take it away Welshman….

Here’s a full audio infield of a first date (d2) I went on last week with a French girl I’d met a few days previously during a daygame session. I’ve annotated the audio throughout to highlight my dating structure and the social dynamics being played out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhWEQf76758

Some things to note:

I’m running the “one date only” condensed version of my dating model involving just a single venue (a pub near my house) and then a fast bounce home. It’s high-risk-high-reward
I’m weaving in and out of rapport and seduction, fractionating verbally and non-verbally to amp up her buying temperature. The whole thing takes about an hour.
Classic techniques are used but condensed: open questions, cold reads, parroting, stealth questions, statements of intent, cocky-funny, push-pull, kino routines, Questions Game, deep rapport, emotive language, flipping-the-script, disarming the boyfriend, passing her classic tests, verbal bamboozling
She reveals some spot-on observations about the power of eye contact, sub-communication and the secret language of seduction
I’m very honest with her about being the lover not the provider. I put myself into the r-selection box from the start and she’s ok with it
Logistics and leading are key. I meet her in Marble Arch near my house, it’s a three minute walk to the pub, a two minute walk to a shop and then another two minutes to my house. I’ve checked out seating in the pub before I start and prepared my room at home for the pull.
There’s some very light token LMR which is handled with the usual techniques: roll offs, calling out the Elephant In The Room, pacing, pre-empting
The post-sex “interview” sheds light on the importance of intent, sub-communication and being discreet, plus why nice guys finish last.

If you’ve been cold approaching and generating lots of leads but losing girls on the dates then I’d suggest you try out this fast version of the dating model to push your comfort zones. 95% of men on dates sink in the quick sand of comfort and rapport, forgetting they have to take control, spike it up sexually and pull the trigger. This fast dating structure will force you to practice these essential skills.

To learn more about my daygame and dating model, plus read more than 130 lay reports where I break down many more date techniques, check out my books on my website www.tomtorero.com

Goodbye London, Hello FSU – Final meet and greet

March 24, 2014
krauserpua

I just picked up my Russian visa today and contracted to leave all my worldly possessions in a cheap storage unit on the outskirts of town. So it’s done. Goodbye London and it’s fat horrible women, unwelcome immigrants, and sky-high prices……!

Actually, no. I love London. It’s been very good to me and I fully intend to return. But I require forward motion and the FSU promises me hotter girls and juicer steaks. I’ll be taking Team Krauser along with me for the ride. Tom has organised a Book Launch Event & Meet Up. Per his new blog:

WHEN: Friday 28th March, 8pm-10pm (doors open at 7.45pm)

WHERE: Cumberland Hotel, Marble Arch, London, Room 3/4 Blue

PRICE : £5 on the door

SPEAKERS: Tom Torero, Nick Krauser

RSVP: Email tom@daygame.com to reserve a seat

So if any of you scallywags want your copy of Nitro / Mastery signed, bring it along. If you need to discreetly dispose of Torero Travels there’ll be a confidential waste shredder in the corner.

Hibernation

February 20, 2014
krauserpua

I’m fucking knackered. Winter sucks.

I drained myself producing Daygame Mastery. That was 150,000 words of my best material written in four months and then two months obsessing over the editing, art and layout. After experience the great satisfaction of releasing the book, a major “reaching the summit” moment of personal achievement….. I crashed. Burnout. Post-project funk.

150,000 words. Just think how many blog posts that would’ve been. When I was an undergraduate we thought a 15,000 word dissertation was a big deal, the big scary end-of-Uni test. I just wrote ten of them in a fraction of the time. So for the past month I’ve just been hibernating in my room, catching up on videogames.

I think I’m one of the few people who completed Castlevania Lord of Shadows.

Inner game work in progress

So I won’t be putting much up on the blog for the next month. Probably not, anyway. I’m not going out hitting on girls and all the ideas I’d been playing with got channeled into the book. I also have a couple more projects in the works which are taking what little creative energy I have left.

And I just bought Call Of Duty Ghosts.

So my apologies if you all keep checking this site and there’s nothing new to report. I expect to emerge from hibernation in March and start my season of Eur0-jaunts. Then I’ll have something to write about. Until then……

Daygame Mastery book launch talk

February 8, 2014
krauserpua

Here’s part one of the talk I gave at the London launch for my book. Part two coming soon.

You can buy the book here.

Daygame Mastery – International Release

February 5, 2014
krauserpua

I’ve teased you all long enough. First there were my project updates, then my teaser trailer, then the guest-list-only London launch event, and even a secret Twitter release. I’m finished fucking with you all. Now I’m ready to dip my hand into your pocket. And not to touch your balls, either! So I’m pleased to announce the international online release of Daygame Mastery.

Lightning in a bottle, yesterday

Buy it here. £60 / $100 for the premium hardback edition. That’s 460 pages / 150,000 words of cutting edge daygame theory. There’s never been a more specific, practical and consistent method for getting laid. What are people saying about it? The esteemed blogger and daygamer LaidNYC reviews Daygame Mastery here. Choice quotes:

“In any good pickup the guy has to talk a lot at the beginning, but eventually the script flips and she’s doing most of the talking. Krauser is the first guy I’ve seen really break down how you balance this and lead her into talking”

“Wit made easy. Not everyone is a naturally silver-tongued casanova, but Krauser’s templates, mindsets and themes for opening, cold reads, texting, etc. will get you most of the way there”

“A masterful breakdown of long-game with real world examples…. I started using it immediately to great results…. Krauser’s playbook is better than anything out there.”

“Krauser is the first I’ve seen to break down in detail a plan to keep your date moving, both when to be patient and when to escalate things properly”

Yeah, it’s that good.

This is 99% new content. There’s no re-hash of what I’ve already blogged. 99% of the words were a direct result of me sitting infront of a blank page and thinking “How do I meet and seduce women”. Tom Torero reviewed and refined the book so you are buying access to something 100% consistent with that other company. This is the London Daygame Model precision engineered like you’ve never seen before.

You'll want to keep this on your smart phone

Note hardcopy interior is in black and white

Daygame material written by someone who actually bangs hot young girls. Reviewed and edited by the other main daygamer who actually bangs hot young girls.

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You can’t compete with the London Eye

February 1, 2014
krauserpua

A month ago I’m out doing Sunday daygame with Bodi. We’ve both been in hibernation and not pushing it hard. London has been hit with excessive rain and flooding lately and the cold weather has been just slightly past the point where daygame is fun. So I’ve been catching up on my PS3 gaming and finalising my book.

It’s nice to keep my hand in, so I went out for a weekend and rustled up some new leads. Most of the time I was hanging onto one of Tom’s bootcamps just for the entertainment of it. I felt like I ought to see some beginners to remind myself what it’s like and get a bit of empathy for when I start marketing my book. I got a few sets in.

First was a gorgeous Siberian girl. Fresh off the boat, in London for three weeks and really into me. We text for about a week and she always has another plan. Madame Tussauds, Bath, Lion King and the London Eye. Momentum dies and we never have the first date.

That same day I’m walking past the Apple store on Regent Street when I see a squirrely tourist amble past with the rucksack-jeans-converse combo of vulnerability. She hooks strong, telling me she’s from Argentina and here for three weeks doing an art internship. She’s super-keen and does come out for the first date. As I push her into the taxi she tells me “I can’t have sex. I’m on my period. I don’t want you to be disappointed”. So I extract anyway, get the blowjob and four days later take her virginity.

At 5pm Bodi has a date with some Austrian girl who insists on bringing a Brazilian friend from her English school. Bodi asks me to take one for the team so I join him. Brazilian is ok, a bubbly high six but she has a shitty feminist-lite attitude, quite common in Brazilian girls. Bodi leads us all to a tea shop and works the set. Unfortunately he’s wigged out and I’m inadvertantly value-tapping him because he talks too much and my attempts to be silent to let him lead just end up positioning me as the cool aloof guy.

The Austrian really fancies me. She’s giving me the eye spazz and probably wants fucking. By the end of the tea the Brazilian has gone from giggly and excited to bored and cock-blocking, dragging the Austrian off to a dinner party. Stupid bitch. As we say goodbye Austrian gives me a long sexual look. Fuck.

So Bodi and I hit a Sam Smith’s pub for a half and a debrief. It’s quite easy to pick out the areas for improvement so Bodi leaves in higher spirits. We are crossing Regent Street when I just happen to see a DNA-tug girl ambling along by herself. It’s 7pm and quite dark, a sexual time of the evening. I instinctively open.

Almost identical body

“You’re Brazilian”

That’s it. I’m encroaching her distance, she’s eye spazzing and giggling. This girl is a stunner. I later find out she’s a TV news girl. 23 year old SMV-prime. She arrived a few days earlier and is studying English three weeks. I walk her off on an idate, seeing Bodi shuffle off tail between his legs.

The idate goes well. All the usual stuff. We actually go back to the same table at the same pub I was in with Bodi. The glass collector hasn’t been so our empty glasses are still there. That’s how quickly things can change direction in daygame. I run all the usual Venue One material then walk her to the next door blues bar to escalate. We’re standing watching the live music and the vibe is great – she’s completely in the Love Bubble. All the kino hits and she’s letting me move her around but she won’t put herself into a kissable position. Verbal is going great and we are soon talking about sexual histories and fantasies. Two hours have passed and I walk her to a dark secluded Spanish bar. She refused the kiss and I let her go.

Five days pass. She’s at Madame Tussauds, Bath, Lion King and London Eye. Finally I get the Day 2. It’s similar stuff. An English pub where we get the sexual tension going and then a dark wine bar where she’s clearly ready to kiss and puts herself into position. So I take it. The vibe gets increasingly hot and sexual. She’s really into it. So I pull the trigger.

Outside Liberty department store a taxi comes and I push her in. At first she’s up for it but as we pull away the jitters hit and I can feel it coming unstuck. We get back out the cab at Marble Arch on her insistence. I figure I can pull her into another bar to rebuild momentum but everywhere is shut. Fuck. She uses that opportunity to derail the train and insist on getting the tube home. I push her up against a shop window and choke her, kiss her, pull her hair. Then I have to let her go.

You’d think it was on

Another five days pass. She’s at another round of tourist sites then tells me she wants to see Greenwich. We have a delightful daytrip on the Clipper boat, the museum, the observatory and then walk through the tunnel under the river. She’s all over me again but just won’t extract. On the Central Line back into town we’re standing in the vestibule with me locked in against the glass partition and her doing the full-body press against me. And she insists on going back home alone.

That’s the last I see her. More tourist sites, more bitching about the rain and staying home then she flies back to Brazil. I mention my frustration to Tom. This is a solid nine in the prime of her SMV, famous on TV in her region. Exactly me type. She fancies the fuck out of me. And yet she just doesn’t want to fuck.

“You can’t compete with the London Eye, mate. Tourists are all the same. The whole city is shiny for them. It can be a nightmare getting them out.”