Krauser PUA

I deflower my first 22 year old Lithuanian ballerina

July 9, 2013
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Since I first committed myself to the Game I had a goal in mind. At first it was nebulous and difficult to articulate but as time passed and experience was gained I started to see patterns in the girls I go for and what I want from them. Each man has his preferences and mine is very clearly towards this:

Deep conversion of a young, chaste and sweetly feminine girl

That’s it, that’s my Holy Grail. I’m not going to turn down globetrotting models or large-breasted strippers nor will I deny occasionally trawling the streets for a grot-fuck with a lost tourist but those are the side orders. My real motivation is a very particular type of catch. I guess I’m feeding my affection needs and persuading myself when the time is right to settle with a girl I can get what I want. In this respect this girl and the previous girl represent my crowning achievements so far.

It begins in Vilnius when I’m relaxing in a pizza restaurant after a heavy day of number farming. I’m worn out. Tom is out on a date somewhere so I’m just shovelling a pepperoni pizza down my neck and then make my way home. As I come up the steps onto the street outside the restaurant a girl strides past that triggers a full DNA-pull. It’s 9pm, dusk, and I can’t be bothered but I’ve learned not to ignore the blood-bubble so I open.

This kind of face

Super strong hook immediately. We chat five minutes then I bounce her to the nearest cafe. Sitting in a booth it all goes effortlessly so I can tease her, build rapport, everything. She uses her dictionary to tell me our meeting was “fate”. I’ve caught the right girl at the right time in her life. After an hour I kiss her outside and let her go. It now becomes a long girlfriend experience…..

First date is in another cafe after her work. Within ten minutes she’s behind my chair massaging my back so I misconstrue this as being “on”, walking her to my apartment but she gets isolation anxiety and won’t come up. We spend ten minutes sitting on a bench outside until she finally agrees. An hour of chatting, facebook photos, youtube and then I finger her to her first ever orgasm. Bloody hell she’s sexual. Great fun. This is where she tells me she’s never been with a man. I’m grinning like a wanking Jap.

Second date is a walk around a big park where she’s literally singing and dancing with joy. She frollicks off into the trees and returns with flowers for her hair. It’s the sweetest most adorably feminine behaviour I’ve witnessed all year. She’s just glowing with pleasure, reciting Russian love poems, and hanging off my arm. I deliberately back off on the escalation. Girls, if you want to know how to catch a man this is it. Everything about her energy was pulling me towards her, giving me warm feelings and bringing out my more noble intentions.

Third date I’m laid up with ‘flu. She comes around my apartment for four or five hours to look after me and we watch The Dictator. I finger her to orgasm again but I’m physically not up for sex so don’t push further. She takes me to the airport the next afternoon and we move onto Skype for Long Game. Were I a normal man I’d be in love already.

This kind of figure and manner

There’s the usual Skype chats. I run rapport, give her teasing nicknames, gradually extract sexy photos from her and do all the usual future projection. She’s a thoughtful girl who is unhappy with the current direction of her life. I’m her shining beacon of happiness and adventure to escape the daily grind. A month later I’m back in Lithuania with her my top target to knock over. I’m not pushing fast because I enjoy the chase. She gets a Little Miss Giggles book.

Fourth date is coffee, park and brief stop-off in my apartment. Finally I’m ready for the big move on the fifth date. We end up back at my place late evening and I just go for it – lead lead lead. She accepts everything without a trace of LMR. I can see she’s quivering in fear (she later tells me she’d believed sex was much more painful than it turned out). I’m realising that often LMR occurs when you push faster than her timetable is comfortable with. A more drawn-out seduction is less likely to trigger it.

It interests me that even a girl with zero experience with men can immediately adapt to the sex. Within two minutes she’d thrown herself into it – screaming, gasping, moaning – and didn’t mind being rag-dolled around at all. Figuring that she’s just happy to follow my lead I do her quite rough and cum in her mouth to finish. Then we lie in bed to let all that oxytocin bubble through her system. During the interview she says things like:

“My whole body is like hot jelly now”

“I never liked men touching me. But there’s something about your touch, it makes me lose control”

I’m so pleased with myself. Only the day before I’d closed a similar girl. So I’ve just knocked off my top two targets for the trip. The next day she bumps into me while I’ve got the other girl on my arm…. and she doesn’t even mention it. It would seem both girls don’t feel entitled to exclusivity.

Learning points

If you don’t need to rush a girl, don’t rush. Feeding your ego by pushing for the quickest possible lay can lose the girl or cheapen the experience.
Nothing works better on a chaste girl than to spike her attraction and then burrow deep into her soul with deep rapport. I needed very little douchebag game here.
She may be inexperienced and directionless for sex but she still has the same raging hormones as the sluttier girls. Work the hindbrain, lead…. and she’ll follow.

Ping texts

July 7, 2013
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One of these days I’ll write a proper treatise on text game just so my name gets etched into the annals of history alongside Einstein, Copernicus and Shearer. My text game fucking rocks. But before that moment comes to pass let me just talk a little about the concept of ping texting. After taking a girl’s number its usual to send out a confirmation / feeler text. The idea is to initiate a text chat which will result in setting up a date. The basic pattern goes like this:

You: feeler

Her: response, encourage

You: acknowledge, stack

Her: response, encourage

You: acknowledge, seed date

Her: response, encourage

You: logistics time

Her: accept

You: logistics place, hoop

Her: jump

That’s extremely vague so here’s an example. Bear in mind it’s your job to initiate and to move the conversation along until its natural to invite her on the date. You are leading in a particular direction. Don’t get hung up in endless chit-chat. The aim is to get a little playful momentum and proceed to the date invitation as soon as is natural.

You: So this is the crazy French girl with crazy big hair. Nice meeting you, hon 😉

Her: Hahaha, what’s so crazy about me???

You: Everything. I’m scared. My mum warned me about French girls.

Her: She’s a smart lady!!!! Haha, be careful of us!! )))

You: I shall. I wonder if you are capable of drinking an English tea like an English lady. Hmmmmm

Her: Hmmm I don’t know about that. I can try but usually I drink coffee.

You: I guess we can try. Tuesday 6pm is good?

Her: Yes, that’s good. Where?

You: Piccadilly Circus. Dress cute, so we match 😉

Her: I’m always cute! ))))

This is assuming a Yes Girl giving full compliance which of course is only true for a small proportion of numbers. Realistically she’s going to throw at least one spanner in the works be it mild (unavailable first time, suggests alternative) or strong (shit tests). That’s where the craft comes into text game and one tool in your box is the ping text. I use it under the following circumstances:

The hook wasn’t very strong and her reply to my feeler was non-committal or tardy. I feel its too early to push towards a date and she hasn’t picked up on my thread.
She replied very late, such as a few days after my ping
We had momentum but then she dropped off and didn’t respond.
She was too hard to pin down for a date either by declining the logistics or declining the date without giving a firm No.

So the ping text is a way of forcing yourself back into her mind without coming off needy and over-invested. Girls are creatures of the moment so if she’s got alot on and you aren’t a high priority then that number can go cold. So you ping her a statement about what you’re up to and you don’t ask a question. Just throw it out there. Examples:

“I just saw a man walk into a lamppost. I thought that only happened in comedy shows”
“Just saw a cat that walks like you… weird”
“I’m lying in my hammock, sipping Pims. I love summer!!”
“Don’t ever join a queue behind a group of Italian tourists. Jesus, what a fanny on!”
“There was a little girl sitting next to me throwing a tantrum. I gave her a stern look and she just stopped. I don’t know if I’m a good or bad guy now.”
“There’s a dog following me home from the shop. He’s really big and shaggy. Cute.”

If a number goes cold throw one of these out to see if she responds. If it’s still blank give her a week’s roll-off then try another. If that doesn’t get a response, she’s just not into you.

An interview with London daygamer Sam Django

July 7, 2013
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It’s a small world out there. I’d estimate there’s maybe ten guys in the whole of London who go out regularly and have consistent repeatable success at daygame. Guys sexing up genuinely pretty women who learned daygame in the PUA sense of the word. Sure there’s a bunch of non-community guys getting laid off meeting girls in the street (naturals, good-lookers etc), a bunch getting one-in-a-million Hollywood moments but not consistently, and of course a bunch of extreme number farmers with little skill but high workrate. Oh, plus the PUA charlatans and the noobs.

However if you narrow the field to guys who have real daygame skill, can get laid regularly with desireable girls and actually choose that lifestyle then its a small world. And we all know each other. Here’s an interview with the latest guy to join the club…..

If you haven’t already then watch this infield first. That’ll clear up the “who is this guy” question.

I probably didn’t press Sam enough to bring out the hard facts but the TL:DR version is this: 19 year old virgin does a bootcamp and then commits to daygame. After six months the daygame lays begin to trickle in. Eighteen months later he’s banged eighteen girls and is dating a catwalk model.

Daygame infield video analysis – Sam Django

July 4, 2013
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I was having my morning cuppa a couple of days ago when I get a text from Tom Torero, freshly returned from a Prague bootcamp, saying words to the effect of “check out Sam’s infield we’ve just put up from yesterday”. Check it out I do. Good gosh, the young whippersnapper has really come on leaps and bounds this year. So to do my dear readers a favour and protect them from all the charlatans and pretenders clogging up Youtube with shitty infields, let me introduce you to an (almost) textbook pickup in the London manner.

Play it again, Sam.

0:02 – Tom tells me she gave Sam a brief look as she walked past, pre-approach. Whether Sam was standing like this at the time is unknown to me.

0:17 – Note how empty and slow the street is in contrast to the bustle of Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon. Sam adjusts his energy accordingly. A playful jog to keep his playful state but no big jump-infront, just the looping ‘Torero Drift’

0:24 – I think her immediate laugh was in recognition that this is a guy she’d just smiled at. Girls giggle and laugh to communicate “I like this, please continue” rather than “this is funny”. It’s probably a Yes Girl, or at least a strong Maybe. He got major points from her for being savvy enough to recognise an approach invitation and ballsy enough to act upon it.

0:28 – She stops dead. A strong hook. Note he reels off the usual words, “really nice” rather than over-egging it even though she’s a proper hottie.

0:31 – She’s into it immediately. Sam’s biggest challenge here is to control his state. He’s got a very very hot girl infront of him and it seems to be hooking. I’ve been there – it’s hard not to immediately run around with your shirt over your head celebrating. Or to let your voice crack and your eyes give you away. He must continue to project “I normally get this reaction from girls of your calibre.” But inside, you know he’s jumping for joy.

0:37 – Boilerplate language when she gives you her country is “I’ve never been to [country] but I imagine [assumption]”. Like I said this is a textbook set. Note the tease on the end and the giggle it gets.

0:44 – “Where are you from?” is confirmation of hook point. He answers briefly and vacuums which draws another question from her and….. light kino. Girls never kino you by accident. It’s a strong hook and she’s beginning to invest.

0:56 – Her hand on the hip is another signal that she’s into this.

1:05 – He turns it back onto her but note how he cheekily references her legs to sexualise slightly. Man-Woman vibe. Smooth. I’d have added “like a flamingo”. Or a giraffe.

1:16 – This is a strange eventuality to analyse. She leads him which is far from ideal, but there was no other option to avoid the car so he reframes it playfully. It could also be read as investment from her.

1:23 – When she talks, let her talk. Whoever is talking is investing. He’s just standing still and looking at her. Probably putting a bit of eye-mesmer onto her, but the video isn’t clear enough to tell. Resist the temptation to do too much.

1:30 – Nice compliance test. You must always get a girl to remove her sunglasses asap or it’ll prevent good eye contact. I’m guessing he tried the eye mesmer and realised the glasses had to go.

1:40 – Unimpressed by her modelling, reframed to make her self-conscious. A textbook covert withholding of validation.

1:46 – There’s enough attraction now so Sam dials it down a bit with normal chat and probes logistics. It’s always good to ask why she’s there in case you get a “I leave tomorrow” and you have to shift gears into SDL / idate mode.

1:53 – “ok” and “I understand”. The two most common things you’ll say as you start to draw her into investing. Note how the relative work rate between them has flipped now.

2:01 – An attempt to prod her into more investment (“goulash”) doesn’t hit so he turns it into a mild challenge. She knows he’s not gonna kiss her ass and agree with everything. This shows personal boundaries.

2:10 – Note her leg movement. Tom likens it to horses pawing the ground while they are excited. She’s flush with adrenalin. You have to be careful here – if you are trying to spike then this is great. However too much of it will detract from your investment and settling her down enough to solidify the set.

2:21 – He turns it back to her again. Keep talking about the girl. Its hoists her by her own solipsism and also maintains a screening frame.

2:30 – Boom! We’ll call that a spike. She immediately tries to break the sexual tension.

2:51 – This is the weakest portion of the set. Bumbling a little, sounding a bit too keen. It’s really hard to keep on point the whole way through with a hot girl, especially when you’re ad-libbing it all. What the set really needed now was some gravitas. Lower the voice, talk about more boring stuff. It’s too fizzy for too long.

3:03 – I think Sam can feel the momentum slipping now. Ideally he’d want to stay another five or ten minutes to bed it down but that little bumbling moment has knocked him off-balance so he’s decided to cut and run before he fucks up an otherwise professional piece of work. I know that feeling of suddenly having the play taken away from you and no longer having access to the free-wheeling analogue word-play. Better to take a number now than fuck it up and get dismissed later.

3:10 – You can feel the drop in conviction on the close. Deep down he’s a bit pissed off he couldn’t hold the frame better. He stumbles on his words a bit and uptalks.

3:17 – Little things like having her point out the paper stuck to his foot could be mismanaged. He handles this one fine. Don’t deny the reality of the situation, don’t try and pretend you are James Bond. He laughes it off, authentically.

3:23 – How little names actually matter.

3:27 – Yet another IOI. He’s still in the game. Just remember street stops are a big ask. With a girl like this you are red-lining your car. Minor slips can send you skidding into the wall.

3:42 – Compare his vocal tone, pacing, and creativity to just thirty seconds ago. He’s regained his mojo now she’s agreed to exchange numbers. It’s subtle but it’s there.

4:33 – Ask yourself this question: “Does it look natural that a guy like him is with a girl like that?” I think it does. He’s conveyed enough of his value in the past four minutes that she no longer seems out of his league.

4:49 – It’s important to act like getting her number is no big deal. Sure, it’s a postive but its not a major score. Hold the frame that a man like you expects to have girls like that. More grist to the mill.

5:00 – With a fully-returned mojo he decides to string it along a bit more, no longer in danger of blowing it.

Django, unchained

Overall I’m giving this set 7/10. It was textbook work on a top-tier girl with good attraction, decent investment and competent handling of a few curveballs. However it was still missing elements to lift it into excellence. Specifically, Sam would have benefitted from:

Greater gravitas. His voice remained quite soft and high and his body language a bit weightless at times. He was more cheeky chappy than grizzly bear. Less movement, less uptalk, lower voice next time please.
The energy wasn’t sufficiently dialled down to engage in the boring chit-chat that characterises good investment. The beginning was beautifully pitched and fizzy but after about a minute that needs to be dialled down. When you’re in investment you are lulling her to sleep. All those flashy vids you see on Youtube are bullshit. Tight game quickly becomes like two narcoleptics almost nodding off.
He dropped his bottle half-way through and had to pull out a recovery. Tight game doesn’t have those dramatics. The best sets are like the best defence in football – the opponents never gets into a position dangerous enough that the defender must make a last-ditch tackle. He needs more reference experiences with girls of this calibre to truly feel entitled to them.
Ultimately she was a strong Maybe Girl. She made it relatively easy for him by complying from the beginning and putting alot of herself into the conversation. The real test is a girl who gives you the Russian Minute.

I bang my first 21 year old Lithuanian dressmaker

June 29, 2013
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I was discussing with Tom Torero recently about what’s the most effective model for banging top class tottie in foreign climes. Game is often taught like it’s a linear process of A is followed by B then followed by C. Not so. He uses the ‘air traffic control’ analogy of having many planes in the air and you’re watching them circle, keeping up radio chatter, waiting till one comes in to land. Some get diverted to another airport but so long as your airport is open you’ll have throughput. This has implications for Euro-harem game.

Tom’s new girl mgt app

One does not simply roll up in a foreign city, hit the streets, and come away with a top-quality notch. You might get lucky occasionally but it’s not a consistent and repeatable model. Realistically this is how it works:

Number farm hard in the first couple of days. Open everything you’d fuck.
Let the numbers filter themselves. There’ll be a few Yes Girls who are keenly responding and making things easy. Those are the girls you can fuck on this trip. If she’s near 30 she’s your hottest lead. Push for it. Kiss her first date. Fuck her second date.
Most of the girls will need time, especially the hotter girls and the younger girls. You are highly unlikely to knock them over within a ten-day stay. Take them on a coffee date for an hour. Then a pub second date. Run comfort, get a kiss, don’t overescalate. Sink your hooks into her soul and get her on Facebook or Skype.
Chat to her late at night every couple of days. Get into her head. Explore her hopes and dreams. Be the mysterious distant Other. Sexualise it gently. Prime her for your return.

That’s Long Game. If you expect to roll up into Oslo, Paris, Zagreb or wherever for a weekend and score a notch you are setting yourself up for a very very hard slog. You’re far better off leapfrogging visits. Budget the first trip to collect and filter leads then a second trip to close your top prospects (and preferably generate the next round of leads). So it was with this girl.

While on a Euro-tour with Tom I was walking down some steps into an underpass when a cute little squirrel of a girl comes flitting up the steps. Her fashion is like 1960s Paris. A soft bob, dainty shoes. So sweet and innocent. I open her on the steps saying something complimentary about her style. She hooks but has atrocious English. I find out later she visited England when she was 12 with school and loved it. I bounce her to a nearby cafe and by now she’s thrilled. We can barely communicate so she gets out a notebook and we draw pictures to convey information. I ask if she has a boyfriend and she almost screams “No!”

After an hour I take a number and send her home. She wouldn’t put herself in a position where she could be kissed.

But Slavic and bigger tits

Next date is a nightmare. I have ‘flu and she has clammed up and barely talks. I’m hungry but the first four restaurants are full so we’re walking around deserted streets in the cold and its not good. Finally we end up in Chilli Pica, a low-rent pizza shop. I can hardly keep my eyes open I’m so ill and she won’t talk. It’s awkward as fuck. I can’t put any kind of vibe or eye-mesmer onto her. After an hour or so I let her go. I swear to myself never to put myself through such a shambles again. I assume it’s one big horrible DLV and the set is dead.

Things turn around on Facebook. She’s an anglophile and just so completely thrilled to have a cool foreign guy as her little secret (she tells only her best-est friend about me). She’s sweet and lives with her mum and works as a dressmaker. Clearly inexperienced with men as she confirms later saying she’s had one boyfriend for four months when she was 19. The Facebook chats are limited to short sentences and 1000-word Ladder English vocabulary. Thank God for Google Translate. Nonetheless I’m warming to this girl. She’s just so pure and straightforward, and clearly has the suppressed fire of sexuality common to nerdy introvert girls.

It’s soon at the point where she’s opening me every evening. Girls often have boring lives. Young girls are very restricted in what they can do – living with parents, no cash, university workload, social pressure. Having a cool interesting foreign guy on the other end of chat is like a shining beacon of excitement. It took me quite a few lays to realise that. Picture the girl’s life. She comes home from work / uni on the normal bus to her pokey little room and starts checking her messages from the same boring old friends. What is the shiniest thing in that dull evening…… you!

I do the normal Facebook pattern. Talk about normal things for comfort, drop in some light DHVs about my life, ask her to choose a nice photo of her to send me, call her a squirrel to set up callback humour, put her on a points system, qualify her on cooking skills etc. Here’s a sample, I’ll let you pick out the Game lessons yourselves:

Her: Hi 🙂

Me: Hi 😉 I’m playing Resident Evil 6 boy’s fun!

Her: I sew a new dress for myrself now

Me: nice what colour?

Her: white

Me: very innocent just like you

Her: dress of guipure

Me: [after googling it] old France style I have a question. How many boyfriends did you have?

Her: 1

Me: Lithuanian?

Her: yes

Me: ok Do I frighten you?

Her: a little

Me: that’s natural, I think you are not experienced with men and I’m quite powerful

Her: ??? I did not understand the sentence

Me: I am an older man and I have lots of life experience So my character is strong and you feel that

Her: and?

Me: that’s maybe why I frighten you a little

Her: yes

Me: you are brave

Her: yes

Me: What do you like about me?

Her: ears

Me: [link]

Her: Cheburashka with very big ears. your better

Me: thanks +5

Her: I think you have a good nature

Me: thank you. Most people think I’m a bad boy. I’m not

Her: Do you have children?

Me: No

Her: married?

Me: No

Her: why?

Me: I was married, but I divorced 4 years ago how long were you with your boyfriend?

Her: 4 months

Me: was it a happy time?

Her: very happy

Me: nice do you like to walk around parks, go to the cinema, cook food together etc?

Her: I love going to concerts, delicious food, a walk through the city and to dress

Me: to dress? tell me more about that

Her: at the school of my peers did not consider me a beautiful girl I decided to show everyone back I have things that are sewn to order I do not like black

Me: what is your favourite dress?

Her: orange-red

Then once I’ve arranged my next trip I start ramping it up a bit. Remember I hadn’t kissed this girl and had an awful Day 2 with her. I’ve pegged her at being timid and inexperienced so my goal is just to move her along far enough to close on a third trip. Then I show up in Lithuania.

She makes herself as free as possible for me. First date we have coffee and a drink. Again the kino is awkward. I’m still thinking its a timewaster set but because I like her and she’s so unbelieveably innocent-looking I persist. Second date I decide ahead of time I will get a makeout or burn it. She consents in the upstairs of a dingy cafe on some sofas, then admonishes me it’s “too fast”. Nonetheless she agrees to cook me scones the following afternoon. While cooking I do lots of light kino as I walk past her leaving an arm trailing across her lower back, or peer over her shoulder at the cooking so I’m breathing down her neck. She takes it all.

After food we are on the sofa watching pandas on youtube. Its a funny old vibe. The chat is stilted because of the language barrier but I can feel some deeply hidden electricity in the air. I pull her onto me so she’s sitting in my lap and start escalating. It never stops. She’s naked with barely a fuss. I stick my dick in her on the sofa to get my two strokes (for an officially-sanctioned notch) then carry her to the bedroom and ruin her. She fucking loves it. I was right – timid inexperienced introverts are a pent up volcano of sexual energy just waiting for a man to turn them out. Great sex. Great body. She does a really cute thing where every hard stroke her eyes spazz with shocked ecstasy.

Afterwards she’s confused. She lies next to me so I can feed her oxytocin with comfort – I want to keep this girl around for more. She looks at me with furrowed brows, perplexion in her features, and then starts punching me. Not hard, just little love taps to express her frustration. My guess is she wasn’t expecting sex but just fell into my mesmer stare and rolled over obediently. I think she’s also shocked how much she liked it rough. A Fifty Shades moment for her.

I do her a few times the next day to solidify it. You don’t own a woman until you’ve fucked her hard on three seperate occasions. One of my top two girls so far this year.

The Price Is Right

June 28, 2013
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I remember back in 1998 when I first lived in London in a zone three houseshare one of the lads moved out and we put a classified ad up to replace him. One of the couples scoping the room was from Croatia. The dude was a normal guy. Tall-ish, slim, fairly well dressed. Nothing special one way or the other, seemed pleasant. The woman was stunning. Proper drop-dead gorgeous. At the time I wasn’t envious. It never even entered my brain I could compete for a girl like that.

An exaggeration, yesterday

More recently (post-game) those girls have been in my sights. Since clambering up the fuck ladder from 6s, to 7s, to 8s I’ve been looking at the hotter girls of God’s green earth feeling like that’s what I ought to be dating. And occasionally I have. Sometimes, however, I’d see normal couples walking around where the girl is hot and I’d get a little pang of envy. Even if I’d fucked six girls of equal quality already that year I’d look at her, look at him, and get a bit narked. That’s not good.

So my mind turns and I think about these couples. Mostly I realise this: when you see a fairly nondescript guy with a hot girlfriend you are seeing him at his peak. That is the hottest girl he’ll ever fuck. He’s probably hanging onto her for dear life, terrified that if he loses her then he’ll never get such sweet pussy again. I’m talking about normal chodes here, not guys who clearly have their shit together. I know this because I was that chode when my ex-wife was a clear two points higher than any other girl I’d fucked at that point.

When we do game we are giving girls a proposition they wouldn’t normally entertain:

Talk to me, a guy you don’t know from Adam, for a while and give your number
Come on a date, maybe two…. then fuck
And I promise you nothing

That’s a mighty big ask. Sure, it’s well within the realm of biomechanical parameters but it’s still a big ask. And we expect to pull it off once or twice a month with the youngest-hottest-tightest girls that we meet. We are paying peanuts and expecting princesses. Sometimes we pull it off.

Now put your Blue Pill glasses on and look at the price the typical chode pays for his girlfriend:

Exclusivity
Berated for looking at other girls
Buying her stuff, meeting her family, going to Ikea on Saturday afternoon
Putting up with her shit, and her insufferable friends’ shit
Letting her keep her own frame
Spending all of his precious finite life with her

He’s not doing her in the ass while slapping her face and calling her a bitch. She’s not overwhelming him with thoughtful affection and favours. He’s on a leash. That’s the price he pays for his pussy. When you learn game there are simple metrics that measure your progress.

More girls, hotter girls, less work, less drama.

I bang my first leggy 25 year old Russian programmer

June 27, 2013
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Sometimes game comes down to recognising a small number of key signals and then acting accordingly. There’s always a reason why girls behave the way they do. Even when the signal is buried in a wall of noise if you know what to look for and how to read it, you can make things happen.

I’m in Russia with Steve Jabba. It’s my second day so I invite my gypsy fuck-buddy over for a rumble at 7pm. She’s the fourth girl to receive Krauser-lovin’ in the past nine days so when I’ve shot my bolt I collapse into bed and don’t want to leave for love nor money. Then Jabba gets on the blower telling me how much we need to go nightclubbing. Fucking hell….. that’s the last thing I want but he drags me out. We roll into one of the better clubs at 10pm on a Thursday night. It’s far from rammed but enough hot girls to make it worth the effort and this is Russia, after all, so they are way way hotter than the equivalent London club.

After a quick look around I sidle up to a bar in a quieter room next door to the main dance floor room. Leaning over I order beer and see a leggy blonde come in. She stands next to me to order. I roll off and tell Jabba (half-heartedly) “I’ll call that a proximity IOI”. That’s Signal One. At the time I’d have said it was 30% likely to have been a real IOI. She stays on her stool to drink. I’ll call that Signal Two, essentially prolonging the proximity IOI and now I think its 50% that she’s into me. She appears to be alone so far but its early days for the club. I open over my shoulder. Can’t remember what I said but it was playfully accusatory.

with worse fashion

She hooks immediately. I can’t quite believe it because she’s taller than me, a typical long-legged Slav, and its not really in my reality to get girls like this in a club. So I stay diffident and low energy just pushing the conversation along then briefly bounce her to the nearby sofas. She wants to dance so I let her go. For the next twenty minutes or so I’m just talking to Steve from the edge of the dance floor.

Him: Somethings not quite right.

Me: What do you mean?

Him: She’s just dancing by herself on the edge of the dance floor. It’s not right.

Me: You think she’s a tart? She’s just in normal jeans, doesn’t look like a tart to me.

Him: Yes, but just something is a bit off.

I’m inclined to agree. A hot tall bird shouldn’t be in the club by herself, dancing. We are looking for needlessly complicated answers when I find out later the real reason. She looks at me a few times (Signal Three). “Get on the dance floor” admonishes Steve so we both go on and do some low-technique don’t-give-a-fuck dancing. Within a song or two the girl is dancing with us (Signal Four). She’s facing me the whole time and when I’m off to the toilet she’s doing the same to Steve. He later tells me she would’ve probably fucked both of us. I can believe it.

So I’m just dancing like a tool and it’s stalling out a bit. I don’t really know what I’m up to. It seems too easy, I can’t believe it could be like this. I’m looking for too much confirmation, too much signal rather than just trusting in what is there. Steve has a more intuitive grasp and nudges me, “take her off the dance floor”. So I do. She follows without a murmur.

We sit down on the sofas and I become more sure of myself. I give her five minutes of comfort, play with her hair and then kiss. She goes for it strongly. There’s still no friends interfering. She really is here alone. I review the signals:

Signal Zero: Girl comes alone to a nightclub on a Thursday night and just dances around by herself.
Signal One: Girl locates herself next to guy to order drink despite the bar being empty with lots of space.
Signal Two: Girl remains next to guy even though normal thing to do is take drink away from the bar.
Signal Three: Girl continues to snatch glances at guy from dancefloor.
Signal Four: Girl maneouvres into dancing close to the guy and smiles when he reciprocates. She doesn’t leave.

So really is there any doubt? One or two signals you could make a case for coincidence or an alternate reading but all together they point in one direction: it’s a DTF girl who fancies me. She’s latched onto the first guy who hit on her. I tell her “let’s go somewhere else” and she agrees. Taxi. Home. Shoes off. Music on. She just jumps me and tears my clothes off. She really really wants this. It’s an earth-shattering fuck. She’s gobbling my dick like a fatty at a McDonalds and screams in ecstasy anytime I touch her pussy. By the time I’m fucking her she’s got her eyes popping out of her head, clawing my back and screaming the house down. Fuck me does that bolster one’s confidence. Once I’m done she asks for my number and gets a taxi home.

Fuck me, that was easy.

Sure, I’ll take that

Discussing it over coffee with Jabba the next day I ask him to give his analysis so I can bring out the learning points for my lay report. “There’s nothing to analyse, she was just up for it” he says. Yup, it was that simple. It turns out she works hard as a computer programmer and just came out of a long relationship. She was due to return to her hometown for the weekend and wanted some fun. I was the right guy in the right place at the right time.

I meet her again a few days later for seconds. Over drinks she tells me “the sex was fantastic” and slips that she’s been thinking about it non-stop since. I take her home for another blinder and get to practice my one-man-DP on her again (fuck me, she likes that).

The moral of the story is be alive to the signals when something falls into your lap. Don’t overcomplicate it.

Be manly

June 20, 2013
krauserpua

So you want to look more masculine? Here’s the Krauser 4-Step Plan.

Get older
Grow a short beard / long stubble
If you’re bald, crop your hair short. If you’re receding, don’t hide it.
Don’t smile so much.

Just look at the difference in these Game of Thrones actors when clean cut (often in their younger incarnation) and when grizzled up.

Bronn

Davos

Jamie

Robb

Snow

I bang my first 29 year old Italian school teacher

June 18, 2013
krauserpua

I’m very much into Mediterranean girls with their big thick black hair, dark eyes and olive skin. Doesn’t matter if they are Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, whatever – so long as they have the wop blood in them I’ll overlook their lazy hand-waving debt-repudiating cultural handicaps and focus on the dusky beauty.

I like wop girls. Wop men not so much. They are just half-adult mummy’s boys.

However I have trouble actually snagging a hot wop despite the aforementioned economic troubles causing a veritable flood of ’em entering London to work at Caffe Nero. They now seem to outnumber the East Europeans. Getting attraction is easy, getting them away from their social circle-selected boyfriend another matter entirely. A conundrum.

but a low eight

So I’m walking through Leicester Square one sunny Sunday afternoon with Bhodi when I spot a seated Chinese girl I can set him on. That set hooks so I wander off towards Trafalgar Square and soon find just what I’m looking for: tall, slim, pretty, introverted and… woppy. I open telling her she looks Portuguese and it’s a strong hook from the off. All green lights. She’s full of energy and trying just as hard to make conversation as I am. My woptimism grows. After about ten minutes I take the number and suggest a coffee. Text game is easy.

Me: Hey. It was nice to meet you. Are you always so friendly to strangers?

Her: It was nice to talk to you, I’m glad you stopped me for a chat… very brave!

Me: [next day] It’s a lovely day 🙂 I’m off to the park with friends.

Her: Nice! Beautiful day! unfortunately today is house viewing day for me.. can’t enjoy the sun properly! Fingers crossed for tomorrow… Enjoy the park and the lovely sun! 🙂

Me: Thanks hon. Good luck.

Me: [later that evening] How’s the viewing.. you still deciding between a palace and a cardboard box?

Her: Hahaha! I’m more oriented on the cardboard box at the minute! 🙂 how was your day at the park?

Me: Sunny. Just having a beer now. Is tomorrow good? About 5pm

Her: Fine with me! Let’s see the weather and decide where to meet… what do you reckon?

Me: Sure. I’ll let you know tomorrow.

The sun is shining so I take the wopportunity to meet her in the park. It’s just so on, so fast. She’s giving me green lights on everything. We lie on the grass by the lake and within five minutes I pull her down next to me and another five pass before we’re kissing. I’m now left with a dilemma of whether I should try to take her home this date. I resist. Generally speaking if you fuck a Euro-girl on the first date or earlier its a one-off and she won’t be back. That’s not an iron rule but you’ve set the frame of adventure sport sex and she might demur from a repeat. Seeing as my goal is to build a rotation I hold fire and just keep it clean. Comfort, a walk, a drink and then send her home after two hours.

I’d been seeding the next date of her coming round to cook me Italian food. She’s jumping at the chance. At no point did any of this feel like reaching for it. So two days later I meet her in town, walk her through a nice mom’n’pop Italian grocers for supplies, then the bus to my place. I’ve fucked her before we even unpack the shopping bags. Literally just did the house tour ending in my room and she was all over it once her ass hit my bed.

It’s nice when it goes easy.

It’s easy to be playful with this girl too. She’s got a very pleasant chatty demeanour and takes the banter brilliantly. So while she’s cooking she lets slip that she used to work for an NGO. A proper do-gooding lefty. She’s 29 now and mostly grown out of it but I still mercilessly rib her for the next hour with every non-PC comment I can muster. Then I fuck her again and send her home.

There’s not much in the way of learning points here. She was a Yes Girl from the very first moment so I just had to recognise that, restrain myself from overgaming, and shuttle her along the path to sex.

I bang my first 21 year old German intern

June 14, 2013
krauserpua

NB – This report is out of sequence. The upcoming Italian report was four days earlier.

It wasn’t so long ago I was lamenting to my fellow daygamers that I have nothing going on in London – no solid leads at all. This is the downside of travelling so much. Taking a week off every month for away games disrupts the flow of your home game. So in mid-May I make a firm decision to hit the London streets until I’ve rebuilt a rotation. I have modest goals:

Three girls on a weekly rotation
Additional fast sex when the opportunity arises

That’s not too much to ask. My first weekend is unlucky for all the usual reasons – girls have boyfriends or about to catch a flight home and so on. My street patter is ok so I don’t take it personally. Then the next weekend my luck breaks. I do about ten sets, get four numbers and all four hold. First up is a Frenchie idate that doesn’t quite work. Then there’s a black African shopgirl giving me the eye as she walks past on Oxford Street (yes, I actually cop an IOI for a change) so that leads to a date and probably an upcoming blogpost. There’s a nice Chinese girl and then a strong hook from an Italian. I’m pleased.

Every young girl wants adventure

After closing the Italian midweek I take my foot off the pedal. On Saturday I spend the afternoon in my favourite Caffe Nero reading an old Enid Blyton favourite until about 3pm when I shut the book. Decision time. Do I turn right towards my home and Bioshock Infinite or do I turn left towards the underground station and see what is on the streets? I turn left. Coming out of Green Park station I see the sun shining and people picnicking. I’m feeling chill and stateless. No intent but also no pressure. I slowly saunter through the park remembering Jon Matrix‘s old advice of letting all your energy and weight sink down into your legs to relax you. Coming out to Buckingham Palace I see my dream set.

Tall. Brunette. Camera. Tour book. Sensible walking shoes. Tight jeans….. and a rucksack.

I’ll say this again because it needs saying. Learn to cold read girls. Some of its obvious but ruminate on the clothing for a moment. A girl who puts on jeans and trainers has obviously planned to be walking around alot for sightseeing. She’s not expecting to meet anyone. So when you encounter her at 4pm its a strong bet that she’s been walking around for hours with no social contact, her feet hurt, and she’d love to idate.

My opener is the usual stuff about being an obvious tourist and I assumption stack on her being Central European, probably Slovakian. I “disbelieve” her on the “I’m German” because she doesn’t have a square head or lederhosen. Easy hook. Turns out she’s a competitive athlete. That explains the washboard stomach and toned legs. After ten minutes I walk her off through St James Park. As she keeps making conversation I know this is headed somewhere. Nonetheless it surprises me how fast.

Longer legs and drop a point

Venue 1 is the park. I just want her walking with me to build momentum. It then seems really natural to finish the walk in Venue 2 – the cafe inside the National Gallery at Trafalgar. Beforehand I’m framing her about acting like an English lady to drink real English tea. I send her to get seats while I order tea. That’s a nice £4 idate. I’m doing mostly comfort with occasional spikes. She’s sedate but interested so I tell her about Sherlock Holmes and bounce her to Venue 3 – the Sherlock Holmes pub. But its busy and I don’t want to be jostled so we end up in another pub around the corner. I’m playing with her hands and hair now, with no flinching. Amber light, keep moving forwards. She knocks back a pint, saying its easy to drink English “pussy beer”. Keep telling yourself that, love. So long as you drink…..

Venue 4 is a turkish souk in Covent Garden. Although the sun is beaming outside its dark inside and not the usual cloud of shisha smoke. She’s sitting next to me now and I start the questions game. Even at this late a point, two hours in, I’m not sure. You always have to make a move so I kiss her. Great. It’s on. Now the only question is SDL or Day 2. I’m starting to think about the African girl who is texting asking to meet after her work at 8pm. I decide to stall her until I know what’s going on with the German.

Venue 5 is the Hawley Arms in Camden, the pub Amy Winehouse usually passed out in (that’s part of my seeding of it). I want to get her closer to my house and also compliance test moving her. It’s still sunshine so its no surprise she bites. She’s been in London three days and is going to start a summer internship. She wants to look around. We get the underground. Its far less pressure to get a tube to a daytime market than a nighttime taxi home. I just feel her momentum behind me like wind in my sails. The girl has abdicated responsibility for her day. She even tells me she has nothing to do and I have as long as I need with her (big green light).

DHV

We have a pint each in the Hawley, standing against a wall. I can now work little touches and squeezes on her while locking in and making her move around me in a nice oak-tree/squirrel dynamic. I’m closer and closer to pulling the trigger. Its hard to point to any identifiable signals but my intuition is telling me this girl wants her London adventure sex now. I walk her outside and notice a minicab office next door. I tell her “we’re going to the next place” and walk in to order one, imploring the guy “as soon as possible”. Trigger is pulled, now I must brazen it out, hold frame, and lead. When I come back outside she pipes up:

Her: What did you do?

Me: I ordered a taxi

Her: Where to?

Me: The next place

Her: Where is that? (as we are getting into a waiting cab)

Me: My garden

Her: Ok

On the drive back I’m doing the usual bamboozlement to get her talking and not pushing any kino. We get wine in my local shop and then I give her the house tour ending at my room. Shoes off, music on, give her five minutes alone. She texts my address to her friend. The usual. The final escalation is quick. She lets me strip her naked with no fuss before I even have my t-shirt off. And then I’m fucking her.

She’s tense. Halfway through she needs me to roll off so she can gather herself. We chat while I stroke her hair and give physical comfort.

Her: I need to text my friend again. She wants to know I’m ok.

Me: What will you tell her?

Her: She’ll love this story. It’s so typical of me

My heart stops. Did I fuck up my calibration so bad? She’s got virginal written all over her and now she drops this bomb. Five minutes later I’ve got my dick in her again and I do the interview.

Me: You haven’t had much sex before, have you? (she has appalling technique, very stiff and clumsy)

Her: No

Me: Can you count how many times?

Her: Twice

Me: Two men?

Her: Yes. One was my friends older brother. The other was a school friend. One time each.

Me: What did you mean when you said your friend will love this story?

Her: I’m quite impulsive and like adventure (I relax)

Me: When did you know I’d be fucking you?

Her: In the souk. Before then I still wasn’t sure what you wanted

So there it is. Meet the girl at 4pm and fucking her by 9pm. A sweet leggy young German. Seeing as she’s hot and I want her on my rotation I fuck her twice that night then meet her the next day for comfort in Hyde Park and another fuck at home. Add to skype before my holiday and there it is. A new girlfriend (of sorts).

The African texts at 9pm to say she’s too tired after work and can we meet another day. A bird in the hand, and all that….