Croatia #4 – Facebook game on an insta-date girl

November 27, 2010
krauserpua

UPDATE: Video added

Here’s some more facebook chat. This girl was a street pickup on my third day in Croatia who then went off to collect her two friends and returned for an instant date. It went ok but she’s mostly unavailable for the boyfriend and we never had a day 2. So this is Long Game. The first chat was two days after the instant date, while I was still in Croatia:

Me – oh no! it’s her!!!!!
Her – hahahaha…    and what are you going to do now? xd
Me – I thought first I’ll say some simple things    to relax you  [I’m in a funny mood so I go into a weird meta-game]
Her – oke..I’m listening..xd tell me…
Me – Then when you are relaxed, I’ll make a couple of jokes
Her – haha..oke..
Me – Then I’ll gradually include some sexual innuendo
Her – haha
Me – Then, when you are quite excited, I’ll arrange our date
Her – hahah..I told you that I have a boyfriend..  [this is where I decided it’s gonna have to go to Long Game]
Me – You’re not gonna be my girlfriend. I’m only here one week  [but I try to go the Short route anyway]
Her – I know that..hahah..but he’s gonna be mad if he find out that I’m meeting somebody else…
Me – That’s his problem. Anyway, by the time he finds his gun I’ll be on the flight home [frame him as jealous of me]
Her – hahahahahaahhahahahaha…you’re right..hahaha…
Me – What you doing now?
Her – I’m talking with my stupid friends..and I’m angry now on them..
Me – The ones I met?
Her – no…  [girl 1] and [girl 2] are nice.. XD
Me – It was nice to get some sun today  [don’t let her vent about her friends, snip the thread]
Her – yes..It wasn’t raining today for a change…I hate rain…
Me – I went to Hemmingway cafe by the town hall. Was nice
Her – woow…super….I’m glad for you..
Me – Is that sarcasm, woman?
Her – hahahahha..no…why?? xd
Me – it sounded like it
Her – i’m not sarcastic…don’t worry…
Me – ok, +10 points for you
Her – hahahahahaha…I’m so happy now….aaaaah…
Me – THAT was sarcasm
Her – hahahahahhaha…yes…hahahahahah…:D:D
Me – So tell me a secret
Her – which secret? I don’t have secrets…
Me – Sure you don’t……
Her – so why did you ask me that? xd
Me – C’mon – a secret….
Her – tell me yours and I tell you mine..
Me – You promise?
Her – yes..I promise..
Me – ok, ask me ONE personal question
Her – hmmm…tell me what is the most important for you  on the woman, how she looks or her character??
Me – That has a complicated answer  [make her wait]
Her – hahaha..never mind..tell me…
Me – wait a moment    …
Her – ok..haha
Me – ok…    I’m a man, so obviously I am only interested in pretty women    It’s the first filter    But because of my job, I meet lots of beautiful women    So I have learned not to be too impressed with beauty    The main thing I look for is confident femininity  [screening frame, pre-selection]
Her – hmmm..that’s interesting…    In what way?    because you only  mentioned  appearance…xd
Me – Femininity is a way of moving through the world. It’s an attitude    not appearance
Her – whatever you say…You’re right..xd I must listen to you…haha
Me – My turn…
Her – ok..xd
Me – What is the most embarassing thing you ever did?
Her – hmmm…let me think..    I lied to my mother once that I was with my friends and actually I was with my boyfriend…I was watching her in the eyes and lied…but I didn’t know that she already knew where I’ve have been all day…
Me – ooooooh, I’ll bet you were very timid around her for a few days after that  [showing social calibration]
Her – I didn’t speak with her for a mounth…she was so made at me…
Me – Was this a long time ago?
Her – a year ago…
Me – women!  [framing women – and thus her – as childish and thus me as more mature]
Her – hahahaha….
Me – I’m watching kickboxing on TV. I love it
Her – hmm..I don’t like such a dangerous sport…xd
Me – My favourite fighter is on next    Anyway, let’s do the coffee tomorrow. I might be in Budapest on Saturday
Her – hmm..I’m not sure….because I’m working tomorow….
Me – boo
Her – XD
Me – When you finish work?
Her – at 8 pm..
Me – It might be possible.
Her – hmm..I don’t know..my parents are very strict..If I don’t come home on time..hmm…that wont’be good..xd and I’m scared..hahah….at 8 pm is dark outside…xd
Me – yeah yeah yeah…..    we’ll meet for about 2 hours    I need to sleep too!
Her – haha..I know…
Me – so are you gonna buy some phone credit?
Her – yes..some day…hahaha…XD
Me – hang on….     hey
Her – ey..xd
Me – had to help my friend….  [mild DHV]
Her – ok..     that’s nice..xd
Me – I’m going to bed soon. Find a way to contact me and we’ll sort something out
Her – ok.. xd    goodnight
Me – sleep well
Her – you too

I leave it at that – though she’s attracted she’s basically telling me it’s not enough to overcome her boyfriend. Fair enough. Two weeks later I reopen her, when back in London. Again this is the full text, so these two conversations are 99% of our contact since the date (the remaining 1% is light text chat)

Me 23:11 – Have you been stealing motorbikes again?  [she’d just tagged herself in a photo straddling a superbike]
Her 23:12 – hahahah…no…that’s mine..xd
Me 23:12 – Really???? I don’t believe you  [she responded in playful mood, so I run with that]
Her 23:13 – hahah.it’s true.. 😀
Me 23:13 – No. This is you on your bike  [tease to build attraction – always worth doing early in each chat]

Badass

Her 23:14 – hahahahahahahahahahaha    oh no..you catch me…that’s not nice..xd    😛
Me 23:14 – 😛    My motorbike is awesome  [being a proud boy, playfully childish and confident]
Her 23:15 – hahahaha..xd
Me 23:15 – But if I let you ride it, you have to wear the matching costume  [mild future projection, where I set the rules]

a Krauser 10

Her 23:16 – hahahha..you are crazy..  [IOI]
Me 23:17 – If we had a race, would you cheat?  [set her up as naughty, which is consistent with the original approach and helps a little in unlocking the inner slut]
Her 23:17 – no..I always respect the rules of a game..    😛
Me 23:18 – Cool. What you doing now?  [enough attraction, move into comfort before it fizzles out]
Her 23:19 – nothing…I watched tv but it was boring..so I’m now doing nothing..just    sitting and relaxing..  [telling me she has time to talk and is easily hooked through lack of better things to do]
Me 23:19 – on a friday night?  [make her qualify on popularity and excitement]
Her 23:20 – yes..well it’s freezing outside..XD it’s snowing..xd  [bingo]
Me 23:21 – haha. Okay, I believe you    you’re NOT the lonely girl with no friends 😉    Hasn’t started snowing here yet
Her – 23:21 – hahahahaha..ok..it’s better without snow…xd
Me 23:23 – What are you wearing?  [fuck it, I’m bored. Let’s just throw in the sexualisation]
Her 23:24 – :O why are you asking me that? xd  [shit test, but clearly not offended]
Me 23:24 – you answer first, then I’ll tell you  [dominance]
Her 23:27 – well I’m wearing shirt,pullover,and trousers..and socks..hahaha
Me 23:27 – boo! not sexy at all 😦  [release]
Her 23:28 – hahahaha..it’s cold..xd    i’m sorry    hahah
Me 23:28 – hmmmmmmmmmmmm    what colour are your panties?  [call it and raise it, based on how well she took the last question]
Her 23:28 – omg..hahahaha…  [IOI]
Me 23:28 – ( if it’s not a personal question :/[joking about the pretended lack of calibration]
Her 23:29 – well it’s very personal..xd
Me 23:29 – tell me anyway 😉  [dominant]
Her 23:30 – hahahaha…imagine something..I wan’t tell you ..:D  [nice answer, she’s ok with me thinking of her sexually but is playing coy]
Me 23:32 – big, white…. like my grandmother wears  [release the tension entirely, returning to a tease]
Her 23:33 – noooooooooooo :S    hahahaha  [it hits well]
Me 23:33 – I just tried to find a funny picture    I google image searched “furry underwear”    and the results….. :O    I’m shocked….    maybe I should turn “safe search” back on  [transition away from her into general stuff, to keep tension down for a while]
Her 23:34 – hahahahahhaha..maybe you should..xd    what did you find?  [I’d hoped to lure her into asking this]
Me 23:35

Be careful what you google

Her 23:36 – hahahahahahahahahhahahhahaha    omg    that’s ugly..hahah
Me 23:37 – that was one of the least shocking photos
Her 23:38 – hahahahhaha    i believe you..    hahah

I let it die with this. The only purpose of the second chat was to establish myself in her life as the guy she responds to on facebook. I was surprised how far she let me push the playful sexualisation.

Where did all the pictures and videos go?

November 26, 2010
krauserpua

Some of you have noticed photos and video disappearing from my site. This is a temporary over-reaction while I think about my new privacy policy. There’s three girls now who’ve discovered the blog after having my cock inside them, and thus discovering detailed posts (and video) of it in vivid colour. They’ve all been extremely reasonable about it but understandably concerned about their reputations.

When I started this blog it was private, and for a long time after going public my daily hits were somewhere between “zero” and “fuck all” (like Jambone’s blog now). It was essentially harmless to post pictures and video – there was no way google would turn them up and I wasn’t fucking any of the girls anyway.

Fast forward to now and I headline Google on all kinds of common searches. There is a realistic possibility of me getting girls into trouble. So I’m gonna have a think about it and figure out the best way to balance credibility and openess with some protection of privacy. Until then, make do with reduced media.

Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while should have no doubt I’m fucking a bevvy of hot girls. I probably don’t need the evidence anymore.

Croatia #3 – Sexually charged with a banging hot girl

November 25, 2010
krauserpua

Here’s an example of sexually-charged non-verbal displays. Except for the relatively crass opener (which I soften in various ways so I can sexualise without being creepy) there’s not much going on at the verbal level. But this girl was really responding to the eye-fucking and giving it back. She was clearly in sexual state, as can be seen with her crazy neckchain rubbing, and I just wish her eyes were caught on the camera. Very sparkly for about three minutes.

I really though the same day lay was on, until she said she’s on her way to meet her boyfriend. I tried a street kiss close anyway just cos the vibe had been so charged but you see her shy away. Damn. What a hottie.

Jimmy blows my set #4

November 24, 2010
krauserpua

On intermediate bootcamp we teach about wing rules, particularly focused on night game. There are some basic principles such as:

    • Whoever opens the set runs the set
    • The player is always right. The wing never ever takes the women’s side.
    • The wing talks less than the player and always defers to the player.
    • The player can order the wing around

There’s lots more to it because winging well is a skills set all of its own. Daygame is a bit different because it’s basically a solo sport. In this case winging is mostly about keeping each other out of your heads and generating pre-approach value. So here is a video showing wing work in action. Bad wing work.

0:08 – My pre-frame tease while abroad. Way better than the supplicating “can you speak English?”
0:19 – I begin the all-new Krauser Direct Shop Staff Opener ™. If you use this, I want royalties.
0:34 – I’ve come in hard and fast. She’s IOIing already because my body language is confident, my vocal tone slow and even, and I’m eye-fucking the shit out of her. The words are almost incidental.
0:47 – Just normal stacking.
1:02 – Retarded shit as I move into vibing.
1:13 – Another stack because she had her nails painted in an interesting pattern.
1:25 – She’s laughing and going into a funny “in the presence of an alpha” state. Her eyes spazz out, she’s biting her lips, and laughing nervously.
1:40 – She’s kinoing me.
2:04 – A new routine when abroad – “you look like my image of….”
2:13 – See the physical involuntary IOIs such as chewing on her mouth.
2:47 – Lot’s of low vocal tone, slow pacing, eye-fucking.
3:38 – Blatant sexualisation, then a tension release. She takes it well, which is a green light. She’s not giving me any “I’m only talking to you because I have to” signals.

Anyway, you get the idea. Jimmy comes in at the end when the set is 50/50 and she’s about to give her facebook. She was ripe for a long gaming but no, Jimmy wants his scented candles and the set is blown.

Jimmy is blogging more seriously now so he’s got a post up trying to explain himself. And guess which RSG member it is who teaches wing rules? Oh, the irony…..

Defining higher beta

November 21, 2010
krauserpua

Higher betas get laid. They are never really in control of it, don’t score outside of their class, and remain prime targets for divorce rape. But nonetheless, a good-looking smart financially stable interesting guy is still a good catch for most girls.

Girls learn, especially towards their late twenties, that they simply can’t tie down an alpha. Girls with good impulse control don’t even especially chase alphas – they’d rather have a higher beta who shows occasional flashes of alpha. That’s essentially the perfect guy. So what does he look like? Roll tape……

What makes this beta?

The definition of a higher beta is a man who does all of the beta things, but does them well. So whereas a normal beta is a bit pudgy, the higher beta is gym-ripped. Normal beta earns $50k in a cubicle, higher beta earns $150k and flies business class. Normal beta buys his clothes on the high street, higher beta wears Ted Baker and Diesel.

What makes them beta is their heart. They still look externally to society to tell them what is cool. They want to follow the trends. They want to fit in. They want society to pat them on the head and say “good boy!” There is no ladder in which the top rung of the beta ladder puts you within arms reach of the alpha ladder. It’s a class difference. A difference in type.

I’m not hating on them. I used to be a higher beta. Most of them will live reasonably happy lives, until the divorce industry chews them up. And the 50% taxes. And the cultural Marxists. Personally, I think the golden age for higher betas was 1980-2000. The world is changing. The civilisation they built, supported and benefited from is being torn down by the barbarians at the gates and the traitors within. We’ll see.

The beta whine

November 19, 2010
krauserpua

One of the principles I teach on my Book of Alpha course is that society immerses you in harmful beta programming that suppresses your natural alpha instincts and encourages the little beta boy to come out in his place. It’s everywhere. The androgynous homo pretty boy movie leads (Robert Pattinson, Harry Potter, Ashton Klutcher, Zac Efron) or male singers (James Blunt, Justin Timberlake) or virtually every other placeholder in the cultural category of role model.

The age of John Wayne, Sean Connery, Jim Rockford and Conan the Barbarian has passed. We now have the age of girly men. It’s everywhere. It’s so omnipresent that like Neo in the matrix it’s difficult to even grab hold of the problem. Yet you feel the wrongness in your soul. Your core rebels.

So I teach students to banish the inner beta and that means starving him of his cultural nutrition. Throw out those copies of GQ and Esquire. Give your Nick Hornby and Tony Parsons books to your worst enemy. Set fire to the Friends DVDs your ex bought you for Christmas. Cut that shit out of your life. Just as importantly, stop listening to whiny beta music.

Pretty much every modern pop / indie / emo song is an achingly long, gutteral beta whine. Cut and paste the lyrics of any such dirge into Google Translate (“English Beta to Standard English”) and it’ll spit out:

“mmaaawwwwww!!!! I’m so saaaaaaaaaaad. I’m loneleeeeeee. Girls don’t like meeeeeeeee”

Here’s a case in point. I’ve been listening to the Mr T Experience for ten years. Always liked their quirky self-deprecation. But it now pains me to read the subcommunication in their lyrics. Ask yourself if you should be training your subconscious to become more like this.

Or like the Dwarves

I rest my case.

Croatia #1 – Warming up in a new city

November 19, 2010
krauserpua

I’ve arrived in Croatia and we’ve just dropped our bags off at Spyder’s place. Time for coffee. Naturally I’m itching to cut loose on the local girls and get my first set out the way. A Krauser girl ambles past so I break my duck. This is how it goes. First thing you’ll notice is it’s not a particularly solid set. I don’t fuck up anything, I just don’t really get the vibe right or bounce of her into good stories. Workman-like. We’d figured it was going to take a couple of days to calibrate to the city so I didn’t have much staked on her.

Nice girl. One in the books.

0:08 – Put her on the defensive immediately, qualifying to a native English speaker. If she’s at all good at English she must value it and therefore aspire to be a natrual speaker. A mild way of framing me above her at something important to her.

0:31 – Physical IOI then skip right into positioning her as just one of many pretty girls.

0:39 – IOI specific to her behaviour (credit: Suave)

0:51 – Leaning in to hear her name wasn’t particularly smart.

0:55 – Finally I transition into a mild tease. Should’ve done this earlier.

1:05 – I’m not really fucking up but a couple of times she’s started to mutter something and I’ve talked over her.

1:10 – She’s started walking off so just a mild push on her hand keeps her with me.

1:27 – Retarded shit she wouldn’t expect. My energy is a bit low and the vibe isn’t really fun. I should’ve started better a minute ago.

1:56 – She starts talking and I talk over her. Not good.

2:04 – I should’ve run with what she’s saying instead of jumping straight to the close.

2:13 – A spontanteous close line. I’ll use this again, it could be good especially on holiday.

2:40 – Compliance test. Order her around a bit.

Long Game

November 18, 2010
krauserpua

Normal pick-up doesn’t have a Plan B. The idea is to open the girl, build attraction, and then close in rapid fashion whether it be the same night lay or a phone then day two. If the girl drops off during any transitional phase then there’s no back up plan. Girl won’t give you the number? Move on. Girls isn’t attracted enough to kiss you? Move on. Girl has a boyfriend or is otherwise unavailable? Move on. Logistical issues such as she’s on holiday and going home soon? Move on.

Game doesn’t need to run on the same worn-out rails as every other cheesy unimaginative blazer-wearing PUA. Plan B is Long Game. I’m not claiming to have invented it but here’s a brief comment on how I concieve it.

Long Game = When a girl or situation is unfavourable to closing in the usual fashion, put her into a patient holding pattern from which you gradually suck her into chasing you, and then close her when favourable conditions emerge.

Examples:

Muslim Virgin – I met her while she was on a three-day holiday in London with a chaperone. I gamed her slowly over facebook for two months until she had another holiday and had already decided to fuck.

Finland – I met her while I was on a one-week holiday in Lithuania and she was very resistant to escalation. I couldn’t even kiss her. Two months of facebook and I fucked her next time i visited.

Facebook is crucial to long game. It’s free, convenient, you can run multiple targets at once, and done correctly your profile can build attraction and comfort passively. Basic stages (assuming weak attraction / significant logistical issues):

1. Facebook close – low investment from her. Most girls like having more friends to build their own status and they know it’s easy to unadd if they don’t like you. So take the add. Then wait a few days.

2. Light reopen – it’s best if you can catch her on chat. Open with assumed familiarity and no sexuality – “oh no! it’s her…..” and tease for a little while. Continue the vibe that the initial approach had – if she’s a model and you studiously refused to validate her for it, then continue to refuse in the chats. The purpose is simply to become “the guy she responds to on chat”. This can continue for a handful of chats over a few weeks.

3. Amp it up – start to build rapport and get her opening up to you. Become the interesting escape from her normal life. The safe guy at a distance that she can talk to. Don’t go as far as being an emotional tampon – just let her talk and don’t try to take it anywhere. Her imagination is going to do the heavy lifting inbetween chats as she projects positive characteristics onto you to fill the gaps in knowledge. Around this time she’ll be trawling your facebook for favourite pictures of you and generally investing herself. Remain slightly aloof.

4. Give it a direction – Now you can run classic Mystery Method A3. Let her know she’s won you over and she’s actually a really interesting girl. Snowflake her a little. Let her know you’ll be in her city sometime soon (or start future projecting her visiting yours). Run teasing romantic scenarios. Let her know this is a man talking to a woman. Calibrate carefully and be ready to back off and cool down if she bristles.

5. Commit her – Once she’s responding well to sexualising start pushing for a physical meet. Once that’s accepted set a strongly sexual frame before you meet. You want her to have decided to fuck you before you put your coat on and leave the house to meet her. All the LMR should’ve happened in the virtual world. The date itself should play out like an extremely time-compressed M3 model.

There’s alot more to it than that. Check out my various facebook chats in the archives. Some basic principles:

  • Keep the early chats short and don’t keep pestering her with questions. If she doesn’t answer something, just wait. If that’s the end of the chat then let it die. Just strike up a new one a few days later.
  • Don’t be afraid of waiting. You have no idea what she’s doing at the other end of her internet connection. You won’t always have her full attention.
  • Try to end the chats on your terms, after a buying temperature spike.

I bang my first six-foot drunken Croatian blonde

November 17, 2010
krauserpua

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

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

Tall

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

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

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

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

Croatia Update

November 11, 2010
krauserpua

I’ve been in Croatia with Jambone the past two days. Our host was telling us the girls are different here – too conservative, too smart – so they don’t respond to Game. So for the past 48 hours we’ve been ripping the piss out of him as we tear the town apart. We’re still calibrating the place. Lithuania took me a week, Poland took four days. We’re getting closer to the first F-close of the week. Highlights so far from two day’s work:

    • I number close a cute little brunette on my very first open
    • Some pretty daring verbal escalation in a direct open of a stunningly beautiful shop girl that has her tripping out with IOIs before Jambone blows the set
    • Instant date a tourist from some southern Croatian island
    • Instant date an 18 yr old student who then brings two of her friends to join us
    • Pull a girl back to my place last night [LMR so I don’t get the close even though she stays the night] while Jambone collects the soul of her friend over five hours.
    • Jambone number closes three models in one day, which I video. If he ever gets his shit together he might even blog about them and load the footage.
    • Spend the first evening sat at Facebook running twelve different targets while Jambone does the same and our host watches his limiting beliefs vaporise.
    • Open only four sets today, all perfect tens, and number close three of them [all on video]

Most of the sets have seemed solid while I was in them but it’s proving difficult to get dates. Its a calibration thing. Every town is subtly different. But the Iron Law of Game still holds true – Girls tingle to the same things the whole world over. Here’s two of the tens I number closed today. All the infield footage has to wait till I’m back in London with a better laptop. Here’s hoping the hairy Euro-weirdos in my youth hostel don’t succeed in stealing my netbook and all it’s accumulated video.

 

"Is it rude to say you have a nice ass?"

 

 

"I love your style. It's very French"

 

Jambone has just texted to say he’s on the train back to the house of a skanky painted harlot of a journalist jezebel he picked up last night using my pre-selection and opener. I hope he gets syphillis.