It starts like it always does in Lithuania – I’m out daygaming with Jambone, trawling the main street at Gedminos between the catherdral and the McDonalds. I spot a blonde girl – HB Low Esteem – with long flowing hair – really long in the way I like but rarely see (last girl to impress me so much with hair wa Borat). I’m mic’d up but the camera is a bit shitty.

I open by slotting a spontaneous observation into the usual structure, highlighting the contrast between her bad girl black clothes and her nice girl glasses. It hits. She’s soon laughing and lighting up a cigarette. Turns out the girl fancies herself as a psychologist and also into fashion. I give it ten minutes then take her number. Text game ensues:

Me 9:13pm – Is this HB Low Esteem? The slightly cute, slightly fun girl with librarian eyes and biker-chick clothes? The one who owes Nick a coffee (white americano, no sugar)
Her 9:19pm – Wow mr.krauser wants some coffe.. maybe yes maybe no..maybe rain maybe snow..if u will find mw on fb=) and fuck we lost the game [reference to Lithuania getting trounced by USA in the basketball]
Me 12:06am – Bad luck with the game. Still – getting to semi is impressive.
Her 12:09am – wining would be impresive 🙂 how long are u going to stay in lt?
Me 3:13am – I’m here till Wednesday. Too short I love it here
Me 12:54pm – Good news – Mr Krauser is available for coffee this afternoon, to anaesthetise the pain of basketball failure. 4pm good for you?
Her 1:05pm – Bad news – HB Low Esteem is very sorry to announce that she is available for latte tomorrow at 6pm? so mr krauser…? rain or snow?
Me 1:43pm – Hmmmm. Monday might be tough. Today or Tuesday are good. Can you check with Low Esteem’s secretary, see if she can be flexible. Tell her it’ll be lots of fun with a cool charming guy. Tell her she’s lucky and shouldn’t waste her opportunity….
Her 1:49pm – And what about mr. krauser? isn’t he lucky to get a remarkable opportunity to drink coffee with no sugar (white death) with the young lady.. like Low Esteem?
Me 1:53pm – He said she’s cute, but he doesn’t get excited over just any girl. He is curious – maybe she is more interesting than the other girls. But he’s not quite sure…
Her 1:59pm – Mr krauser has a lot of demands for such a young boy. but Low Esteem will give him a chance on tuesday, the time mr krauser is on ur hands?
Me 2:05pm – He says yes. details to follow….

Her 4:05pm – Hi krausy, my secretary just informed me that u really want to see me on tuesday… so I am waiting news from u… and today we are going to win =) sending you a big hug.. see u =)
Me 5:03pm – Krauser says “she’s funny, Low Esteem is funny”

OK, so that’s nicely framed. No doubt about the sexual dynamic and she’s intrigued after throwing out a few tests. We meet for late lunch and she’s 15 minutes late then immediately runs off to the bathroom. I’m expecting it to be difficult but once she’s sat down we slip into rapport very easily. She likes talking and is one of those “seeker” girls who is into psychology and charity, health foods and all that shit. Like PT Barnum once said – every seeker is a sucker. So I play up the emotional depth angle.

I was only planning to do this a couple of hours but she’s hooked strong. She’s also a slut, though I don’t really grasp this until much later, so she’s very selective with her alpha screening. That means that what I initially take to be IODs are really just shit tests. By 6pm the vibe is great and I just have to Not Fuck Up.

Between 6pm and 10pm I fuck up. Part three coming….

Here’s a screen capture of my morning Facebook chat in Starbucks while I was sipping on my coffee.

Morning coffee

HB Brazil – She’s a street pickup in Piccadilly when I was out with Suave. Had a 30 minute crappy Day 2, then a proper Day 3 last week and a walk around Camden Market on Sunday (where the photo was taken). Kiss close, she’s into me big time, and coming round the house to get drunk tomorrow evening. Full post and video to follow.

HB Muslim Virgin – She’s on maintainence pattern until her next visit to the UK. I’ve banged her already. This chat ended with her promising to send a sexy photo.

HB Vampire – A Romanian waitress I street gamed in Trafalgar Square months ago. Weak hook. I’m playing the Long Game through Facebook, experimenting with heavy douchebaggery. She’s got the gypo look, which I like.

HB Finland – My most recent f-close. She’s visiting in a few weeks so I’m just building comfort and hand.

HB Frenchie – She’s gone off to university across the other side of the world. I like her alot so I’m being very nice to her, while planting the seeds of threesomes and porno videos which she’s surprisingly receptive to. She’ll be back in December

HB Salsa – Still a fair amount of work to do if I’m gonna get her to visit London this year. Still doing plenty of attraction.

HB Italy – Another quickie Facebook close with a weak hook. She’s back over there now so playing the occasional chat to build comfort, just on the off chance. Not investing much and using it to try out new ideas.

Gypo Vamp. I love it

My recent posts on Facebook chat / text game seem to have piqued the interest of readers. I guess most bloggers just don’t put up full conversations so a reader is left grasping vainly for a true contextualisation. For example it’s easy to overestimated how much douchebaggery to put into an interaction if the writer isn’t showing you all the normal boring comfort that it was paired with. Anyhoo, here’s another full chat from this morning. Finland has bought her tickets to come see me in a few week’s time and I can tell you right now most of her week is gonna be spent with my cock in her mouth.

12:53 Me – boo!  [I like to open Facebook chats with a silly noise or assumed familiarity]
12:54 Her – =)   hey    how are you?    how is London without me…?   [she’s seeking rapport and “our world”]
12:55 Me – Rainy  [true. That’s why I’m on Facebook and not in a cafe writing my new book]
12:56 Her – what about your mood? =)     i think in London always is rainy
12:56 Me – Weather has been good until today      I went to a fashion party last night     it was warm all evening  [drive-by DHV. Just because I got hand doesn’t mean I can neglect the basics]
12:59 Her – how is party? you have to know now everything about a fashion =)
12:59 Me – The main designer is a friend     I organised a show for her in February  [DHV, all true]
13:00 Her – at 09 a.m. i tried a full flight simulator Boeing 737 CL – that is amazing! the feeling is so so real  [She is clearly excited by this and wants to talk about it. It interests me so I’ll run with it. Also, it’s a good chance to build comfort and reframe her]
13:01 Me – one of the pilot training machines?
13:01 Her – yes     real pilot training mashine    !     i love it     i was a pilot today =)
13:02 Me – I’ll bet you crashed it      300 computer passengers died in a ball of flame  [tease – it’s good to create fantasy scenarios where if things were left up to her chaos would ensure and it needs the stern hand of a man to restore order – credit Jambone]
13:02 Her – =DDD     noooo     really not     i’m good pilot     =)     instructor helps me a little  [it hits, she qualifies]
13:03 Me – I wouldn’t let a woman fly me     We’d hit a mountain   [running with the tease and letting her know I’m my own boss]
13:03 Her – but if the woman is – superwoman? =)))  [enjoying the banter]
13:03 Me – then I’d fuck her  [Me>Superwoman. Now that’s high value!]
13:03 Her – hahaha
13:03 Me – and tell her to let me drive
13:04 Her – o.k. i would like to fly with you for the next time
13:04 Me – I have flying games on my Playstation     and the planes have guns and missiles!  [more about my stuff being better than her stuff, but playful and boyish]
13:05 Her – oh, i forgot, a Playstation is the thing number one for you     but i’ll try     =)   [never let a woman be #1 in your life]
13:05 Me – you can be number 12    below eggs     but above cheese  [exaggerated, based on a game we played on the Day 3]
13:06 Her – you are very kind… =D     could i be a no 2? =)      at the time, when i’ll be in London   [qualifying, reinforcing my framer]
13:07 Me – Temporarily     if you’re nice  [I’m a challenge but I’m not heartless in dishing out rewards so I set a condition]
13:08 Her – i’m always nice =)      with you   [qualifies to meet condition – frame is her trying to please me to win my approval]
13:10 Her – 1 week … is not too long time?
13:11 Me – Depends if you are a good cook
13:12 Her – ??? i would like to see you and London, i’m not porofessional cook
13:12 Me – You’ll love my new house     Tony is painting my bedroom red  [snip thread, mild leader of men DHV]
13:14 Her – who is Tony?      red – wow, is so active color     is it dark red?
13:15 Me – Yup   My room will be hot, passionate and dangerous     like me  [playful, projection]
13:16 Her – you are passionate, but not dangerous =)    you’re good boy   [you can’t be 100% douchebag. For the girl to hang around after initial sex she must think you are either “Nice guy with a dark side” or better still “Bad boy with kind heart”]
13:17 Me – And right now I’m also sweaty from exercise    I’m gonna shower now    talk soon  [subcommunicate I have shit to do today]
13:18 Her – o.k. i’ll be here     what exercise you had?    everyday?
13:19 Me – laterz    😉   [ignore her attemptes to stretch out the chat]

[abrupt log off]

“Hand” (the abbreviated form of Pimp Hand) is a sustainable relationship dynamic in which the woman willingly accepts her submissive position, thus allowing you to do pretty much whatever you want. Aside from being the best possible dynamic in a normal LTR – because the woman thoroughly enjoys submitting to a superior man – it’s also absolutely crucial for harem maintenance. I’m writing a seminar on hand / harem game but for now an example should suffice.

It’s Tuesday morning on my penultimate day in Lithuania. I’m about to leave for a lunch date with one girl and then got a 4pm coffee date with another. I’m also likely to get an evening date with a third girl and will try to squeeze a fourth in later still. HB Finland texts me:

Her 11:38am – I will be able to meet with you today at 21pm or 22pm.

Fuck! No way can I date five girls in one day. Something has to give and I’d rather put a fresher target in the coveted 9pm slot than a girl I’ve already banged two nights running. So I decide I’ll cut my lunch date short, daygame a little with the boys, then merge my three evening sets into one almighty date (which ends disastrously – another post and video to follow). I text Finland:

Me 11:40am – Ok, sounds good.

Later in the day my 4pm date is going very well and the evening dates are confirmed so I have to push Finland back to the graveyard slot:

Me 7:45pm – Probably after midnight is best for me. How about you?
Her 7:51pm – Hey, why so late? You are meeting with someone before?
Her 7:55pm – If you have no time and no wish to meet with me, you need just to inform me earlier….  [needs comfort]
Me 8:15pm – No! I want to see you  […though I can’t actually tell you when….]
Her 8:25pm – Then tell me exact time and place of our meeting…

I get this as I’ve just walked HB High Esteem back to her flat (but not to try an f-close) while HB Low Esteem is still in the bar with Jambone and the two 17 yr olds. That set has been going downhill but there’s still a 50/50 shot at an f-close tonight. So I bring out the big guns and blast Finland with a MOAR  (Mother of all Reframes):

Me 8:28pm – I want to show you I am not only about sex. That’s why I feel uncomfortable meeting you late to fuck. I was thinking about coffee tomorrow morning. To prove I like meeting you even when there is no sex. Does that make sense to you? I want this to be real, not just fucking.  [I’ve already fucked her and need to snowflake her. I want this to be an ongoing harem membership so I was going to have to do a no-sex date soon anyway to give comfort and avoid it descending into mere fuck buddy relations. However I put her on the defensive by challenging her to understand it]
Her 8:32pm – O.k.i understand… that is great… so when you would like to meet with me?  [accepted. You can almost sense her shrinknig into the submissive crouch]
Her 8:33pm – Tomorrow i’m not working at all 🙂
Me 8:36pm – Early. Maybe 9am  [you’ll see why further down – I’m always scheming]
Her 8:37pm – So text me, then you’ll know exact time. i’ll sleep tonight. have a fun night in Vilnius!
Me 8:53pm – Sleep well darlin’  [comfort, reward]

That frees me to go back to Paparazzi Bar to completely fuck up my remaining set but its all educational. None of us have figured out how to get to the airport the next morning but fortunately I planted the right seed with Finland – note the time:

Me 4:21am – Btw, this is a bit cheeky but… Could you drive us from our apartment to Hotel Panorama for the bus? We have suitcases so it’s tough to walk. And we don’t know the way…   [it’s not just laziness. I want to invest her even deeper and the investment momentum is good. I also want her becoming used to doing things for me]
Her 4:24am – O.K. Krauser. I need to find out, there is the panorama hotel. i’ll park niere your appartment. we could meet ther and take a walk to McDonald.  [she’s coming right to me]
Me 4:26am – Brilliant!!!!! Can you get to our apartment for 9am?  [reward, demand]
Her 4:27am – Yes, you allready woke up me… %-)
Me 4:29am – Sorry thanks  [comfort]

So she dutifully shows up after her nighttime date turned into a morning coffee which turned into her providing taxi services to the airport bus. A general rule of acquiring hand is never refuse a woman’s offer to do something for you (assuming it’s not merely a barter for her to get your to give something in return) and be shameless in asking for favours. After we have coffee in McDonalds and are safely on the bus I text:

Me 10:40am – Thanks for the help this morning 🙂  [reward]
Her 10:49am – Thank you for the nice time in Vilnius. I hope we’ll meet again one day. And thank you for the respect last night (you know what I’m talking about)…. 🙂  [MOAR fully accepted]

Reframe success! And lest anyone think this is a short-term spell, next day I’m back in London and have this exchange:

Her 7:34pm – Hey Krauser =) how are you? How is London? I’m ready to sleep and i already miss you 😉
Me 8:03pm – Miss you too darlin’
Her [two days later] 6:45pm – I wish to know you more… i like you a lot =)
Me 7:25pm – Come visit me and you’ll know alot more
Her 7:41pm – I will =) we need to agree all details, next week (?)

So she’s coming for a week in October. This should give an idea of how easily a girl will slot into a harem when your frame is strong.

I had about nine dates during my week in Vilnius and loads of other sets on top of that so I can’t really do them all justice here, hence I’m gonna be pretty quick on this one. The educational point is in the video – this is all from the first half hour of the Day 2, beginning from one minute after I sat down in the cafe where she was waiting.

I opened by complementing her walk and then teasing on the leather jacket (“where’s the motorbike parked? I bet it’s just a tiny little scooter”). Strong hook and I stood for ten minutes before number closing. It was easy to get her out on the date so we met for lunch. I just wasn’t much into her even though she’s a lovely woman. The texts to set up the date:

Me 10 Sept 3:01pm – Is this HB Biker? The slightly cute, slightly fun biker girl who owes Krauser a coffee (white americano, no sugar)  [Credit to Jambone for spontaneously coming up with this text. I’ve used it alot since]
Her 3:09pm – Yes it is HB Biker. It was to meet you 🙂 have a nice time 🙂  [fast response, smileys]
Me 11 Sept 6:50pm – Hmmmm…. Basketball……  [USA just beat them in the semi final – it’s not clear what I mean and it invites a longer response]
Her 6:55pm – Sad to say… but, i know, tomorrow we will win! 🙂
Me 12 Sept 11:55am – I’m gonna be looking for a girl to have a drink with soon. Maybe a brunette, with a black biker jacket, kinda cute. Do you know any?  [my new way to set up a date when the prior texting hasn’t helped]
Her 12:15pm – Yes, happen to know one, she is right in front of me 🙂 so, I say smth to her? 🙂
Me 12:19pm – Yeah, tell her lunchtime tomorrow she’ll be having coffee with a stranger

Her 12 Sept 12:20pm – Done 🙂 she said ok 😀

Watch the video for how quickly she starts showing interest and how her bodly language softens over the half hour and her eyes fix in on me. Note also how she initiates the kino.

After lunch I tried to extract her for the lay within an hour but she refused so we walked around another hour, hand in hand, while she showed me her favourite places. I tried the kiss close in the street before leaving and she gave me a “not here” refusal. It’s on, but I’m not fussed. She doesn’t do Facebook but I’m trying to talk her into setting up a page so I can Long Game her.

Yesterday I went out on a Day 2 with HB Squirrel, a 17-year old girl I picked up in the street and instant-dated for an hour the day before. An extremely cute, fun girl who was into me right from the beginning. I’d took her to the cafe where I’d been sitting with Jambone for daygame and the pair of us created a great vibe until she was gagging to see me again. So yesterday she texts to ask if it’s ok to bring a friend on the day 2 and I say ok I’ll bring Jambone. You can probably guess how it turned out but I’ll tell you anyway – my target gets pestered with texts all evening by her jealous boyfriend and she never really gets into the date whereas the “obstacle” is another cute 17-yr old who is well into Jambone. For the first half hour the set is going nowhere until I turn it around with a few good gambits (see upcoming video). My girl goes home about ten o’clock whereas Jambone extracts and f-closes his girl. There’s no foul play – Jambone followed the wing rules and just got lucky – but I’m narked. I meet HB Finnish at midnight and fuck her again so it’s not all bad. Nonetheless I’m more envious than I ought to have been. It’s like going to the supermarket, spending all day cooking a roast, and then being the only person not allowed to eat.

So on to today. I have a lunch date with a 30-year old former newscaster which goes really well but I’m just not much into her physically – too old. She’s massively into me and if I’d been prepared to put the time in I’d have got the lay. She’s kinoing me within five minutes and we are well along the way with handholding, hugging and tonnes of playful kino but after two hours I let her go. A good start to the day.

Then I join Jambone and Suave in a cafe and number close four consecutive girls, two of whom are truly beautiful. The third set in particular is magnificent and I wish I’d brought out my camera. The texts with her continue throughout the day and she’s talking of moving to London next month for work. Suave’s girl shows up on her lunch break so Jambone and I move to another cafe at the other end of the main drag. I get blown out on my fifth set but as I cross back over the road to sit down I see a blonde teenager looking intently at me, having witnessed it. Five minutes later she walks slowly past our table and keeps looking back at me. She must be no older than 18 and very shy, but something about her is tripping out my daygame-o-meter. I chase her down and she hooks intensely but can barely speak English. It’s a weird weird vibe and I just think “fuck it, let’s go full on” and I kiss close her within 2 minutes. She’s petrified but loving it so I try to take her home and she’s genuinely weighing up the prospect but finally refuses. I don’t want to mack her too hard so I take the number and let her go. Wish I’d got my camera on, but at least Jambone sees it so someone will believe me.

HB Salsa texts to say she wants to have coffee for an hour (having blown me out on a kiss close a couple of days earlier, I’d written her off entirely so this is a surprise as I’d stopped contact). She is sitting with us as we daygame. I actually open a set in front of her without realising she’s there at first. She’s loving it so we are totally open. I push Jambone into two sets and the second one joins us for the instant date and Salsa helps with the DHVs. It must’ve turned her on because I end up kiss closing her. I think the lay was on but I k-close her literally five minutes before I’m due to meet HB Borat for the second time this trip. I tell Salsa this, and she doesn’t mind at all. Radical honesty. Ahem.

The date with Borat is excellent and I’m convinced this is the night I f-close her. She’s been my number one Lithuanian prospect the whole time. We have a beer, some food, then watch Inception. She’s all over me and massively romantic. I get texts from yesterday’s 17-year old inviting me out but I can’t do both so I stick with Borat. I’ve also got two earlier daygame number closes texting to set up dates tomorrow. I’m feeling great but then it nosedives.

Borat wants to call a cab after walking to my place and flat out refuses the escalation. It’s not LMR – it’s “I never intended to fuck right from the beginning”. I get really fucking pissed off. My core is telling me “burn the set, hold your boundaries”. Now I don’t start yelling or getting het up, I just reach the decision that it’s a hard “no” and tell her “this is bullshit” and do the mother of all takeaways leaving her stewing in the kitchen while I’m stewing in the bedroom for ten minutes. I’m geniunely emotionally invested in this girl and she’s the single biggest reason I came to Lithuania. I’ve been honest with her from the beginning and the only secret I have from her is this blog. She knows all about the other girls and did before I came out to see her. She’s really upset but there’s no middle ground here so I take her to wait for her taxi. At the absolute height of the emotion – her shaking, clinging onto me and tears welling up, and me also really unexpectedly upset at the end of our relationship and just standing there cold to her – Jambone comes strolling back from the club with a smile on his face and today’s instant date girl on his arm. Salt in the wounds.

Anyway, this really shouldn’t have bothered me so much. I had three dates today, kissed three girls (two were new closes), got five new numbers, got my first ever street kiss close, and set up two new day 2s. I also got my wing laid twice in two days, one which was giftwrapped and served up on a plate. Yet all I can think about is “my game sucks” and “I really liked Borat”. Also, if I’d had slightly tighter game, a little luck, and better logistics I might’ve gotten five new f-closes today.

There’s still alot of work to be done. Having leaped up a few levels in my game in the past two months I’d kinda got ahead of myself. I feel humbled. There’s still a few broken pieces of my inner game jangling around inside.

NB – I’m just ranting right now. Lots of these sets deserve individual posts so I’ll try to get around to it.

Didn’t even realise I’d hit a personal record until I was singing in the shower this morning and it hit me: I am Tony Ferrino!

Monday: I’m with the (1) French girl on our last day of her visit to London. I fuck her when we wake up and then while out shopping I’m fingering her on the street. She’s giving me the doggy dinner eyes so I take her home, dress her in a Neo Genesis Evangelion costume with knee-high leather boots and fuck her again. She’s on the afternoon Eurostar so the (2) Thai comes over to fuck

Tuesday: I finally go on a Day 2 with (3) buxom black girl. Still can’t close her but I finger her in O’Neil’s bar in Chinatown and she gives me a blowjob in the taxi to her place. There’s a separate post coming on this date.

Wednesday: Travelling to Lithuania. No girl.

Thursday: Evening date with (4) Borat girl ends with me fingering her at the bus stop while she furiously rubs my cock. Too much LMR for the f-close this time.

Friday: Second date with (5) Finnish girl who I couldn’t even k-close on the Day 2. This date ends 4am in a dark alleyway with her wanking me off while I finger her. I f-close her the next night. Perhaps I’ll do a post about this date.

Sunday: I read the news. Wash my hair. Polish my shoes.

Plenty of other stuff going on too so maybe I’ll flesh out this post when I’ve got time. Got a couple more dates today so perhaps I’ll go six for six.