I’m out with Suave on Oxford Street bothering women as usual. A cute little asian walks past and she has a beautiful graceful walk. I give chase and open:

Krauser: Hi. Do you mind if I give you a compliment. I was just over there with my friend when you caught my eye. You walk like a dancer. It’s so graceful.
HB Dancer: teehee etc.

It’s only a five minute set because she’s about to get the bus home and is hungry. Turns out English is actually her native language. I get the Facebook and head on to the next set. I assume the set won’t go anywhere because it was so rushed. She accepts the Facebook add and when I go through her pictures I become impressed. She’s a pole dancer and has an absolutely perfect body – proper slim curvy aerobics shape. None of that diet skinny bullshit. I throw out a feeler to see if she bites and we have the following FB mail exchange.

oh yesssssss

20 May at 23:09 Me: Have you tried the English (Pirate) language selection at the bottom of the page yet? ridiculous….  [light and non-sexual, but more involving than “hi, whassup”. Might get her to look at my profile. Remember I thought this was an extremely uninvested set]
23 May at 22:59 Her: Perhaps I just have a boring system, mine says English (US). What happens with the Pirate version? All your friends are listed as ‘matey’ (Aaaarrrr)?
25 May at 21:05 Me: Precisely. It had me laughing for ages. [no hurry to reply. I’m a guy with stuff to do]
I had a look at your photos. You never mentioned you were a pole dancer. That’s surprising, cos you look so innocent, but also kinda cool. [tease and mild SOI, trying to bait her]
28 May at 19:25 Her: Nope, I checked, and I still only have the default English settings.
I find it very difficult to slip ‘Yes, I’m a poledancer’ into random conversations on the street. And you are…something in the financial sector as well a practitioner of ju-jitsu and kickboxing? [cool, she checked me out – there’s some attraction]
30 May at 21:42 Me: Sort of. I love fighting.  [terse and manly]
How’s your week looking. I wanna take you out. Wednesday good? [go direct, she’s either into me or she’s not but this thread could run out of steam quickly]
31 May at 19:07 Her: That was extremely direct. So, I too will be direct. [bang! directness is a DHV in itself – I’ve pushed her off the fence] Wednesday is in fact very bad, as I have two exams this week. However, on the premise that:
1) You are not a serial killer;
2) ‘Taking out’ is not construed as a ‘date’;
3) You are free next week;
I would suggest next Monday. Unfortunately I have class on Tuesdays-Thursdays. [qualifying me hard and baiting me for the chump with her as the prize. A strong frame]
01 June at 16:35
1) innocent till proven guilty
2) no expectations
3) yes
Monday it is. Text me your number and I’ll give you details nearer the time. 07x xxxx xxxx. Let’s plan for about 6pm in the West End. [Didn’t want to challenge her frame too hard until I see her in person, just reframe enough to avoid being a chump and then regain the lead]
05 June at 20:14 Her: Would it be possible to push it up to 5pm? Or will you not be able to get off from work in time? In which case a late drink around 10pm? I was supposed to be free all night but unfortunately have to [blah blah]. Otherwise we could also reschedule for 6pm next Monday? [more beta bait but she’s also being polite and might have a legit clash]

A minute after this last message, the text game begins:

05 June 8:16pm Her: Hi, I’m available on this number from 2pm-2am, which is when I’m awake. Please don’t ever call before noon unless it’s a matter of life & death 🙂 * HB Dancer  [Strong frame, beta bait]
06 June 11:44am Me: Definitely not before noon….  [Note the time. I had to show some balls but not too rude]
06 June 2:03pm Her: That’s strike one  [50/50 if this is bitchy or playful. On meeting her it turned out to be the latter]
06 June 9:55pm Me: 10pm-12 is good for me. Let’s go to [blues bar]. Meet [location] 10pm
06 June 10:43pm Her: Ok, I finish at 9:30pm at [place], so I might be slightly late, but will let you know if I am delayed.

That night is a friends birthday in Soho House and also a different friend DJing just off Oxford Street. She calls just before 10pm to say she’s running a bit late and then I eventually meet her near the station. I find out quite quickly that the bitchy frame in her texts is just soft irony and she’s actually really chatty and friendly. That’s a good thing. I take her into the club and I get DHVed off Jambone and his girl then we sit around a table chatting.

Lately I’ve been practising rapport and vibing so much that I’ve neglect some of the more classic game tactics, so I pay more attention to my friends than usual (i.e. not abandoning the guys for some new girl) and also tease and neg her quite hard. I judged her character right because she responds well and starts qualifying herself. As the music gets loud I bounce her to my friend’s birthday drinks. We get there just in time to catch Burto and his Spaniard on the way out so I get DHVed there (guy with high value girl says nice things about me) and move into rapport with HB Dancer. After a drink I take her back to the club for dancing.

She’s a sensual mover and really shakes the arse well. I respond by more or less ignoring her, letting her dance next to me but focusing all my attention on my friends and just having fun. I figure she’s used to guys trying to dry hump her. Then I pull Jambone off the dancefloor and we prop up the bar talking. Before long she comes to join us and as it gets towards 2am I put her on her bus home. Finally I start some kino – light touching, push aways and end on a boobie-to-boobie hug. I’m acting like she’s finally started to win me over. I do the usual “send me a message when you’re home so I know you’re ok” which results in:

08 June 2:16am Her: I am un-murdered and home and had a very enjoyable evening. Thank you 🙂
08 June 2:19am Me: Ok thanks, I’ll recall the helicopter. Sleep well 😉
08 June 2:19am Her: Total over reaction, I can fend for myself. I disarm them with my charm 😛 Goodnight!

I’m feeling pretty chuffed. Unliked my usual sets, where text / FB game is just logistics, this one relied on it for getting the attraction high enough to secure the date. I then changed things up a little based on my intuition about her character and it worked. I leave it a day and then:

It would be wrong not to

2:04pm Me: You really wake up so late? [reopening but more challenging than “hi”]
2:04pm Her: 3 mins ago exactly
2:06pm Me: Shameful! I’ve had cats who sleep less than you do. [immediately playful judger, give her a thread to expand]
2:07pm Her: Can I counter by stating that my dogs sleep the same amount? [playing along]
2:08pm Me: HB Dancer = doglike 😀  [judging, teasing]
2:08pm Her: As in cute and good natured. Minus the fur. [qualifying]
2:09pm Me: Ok, I’ll buy that. [Reward. She’s winning me over]
2:13pm Her: And let us not forget the bitchy aspect 😛 [qualifying, showing me she’s fun]
2:15pm Me: How about the acceptance of and loyalty to her master?  [screening frame, but playful]
2:16pm Her: I bow to no man. Or woman. Or ideology for that matter. [she’s referring to something I told her on the date – a great sign]
2:17pm Me: Oh man, you’re gonna be trouble…..  [Future projecting and validating her playfulness]
2:18pm Her: Gonna be is a future prospect. I prefer to work in the present tense. [playing along]
2:20pm Me: Trouble AND a would-be philosopher. Is there any limit to your talents? 😛  [patronising her, positioning myself above]
2:21pm Her: One strives for perfection after all 😛 [accepting it]
2:22pm Me: Aye  [one word game – putting onus on her]
2:23pm Her: But one can settle for marvellous  [More qualifying, stretching out thread]
2:25pm Me: Steady on :O ! I’m going to a birthday party on Saturday night. Wanna come with?  [Finally, I have to get to the point. continue the frame of me as having a full social life]
2:25pm Her: I’m going to the circus on Sat, but thanks for the invite 🙂  [Refused! At least she justifies it]
2:27pm Me: Ok. Which days are you usually free at a normal time? Like, from 7 or 8pm. [Reframe to put onus on her as being weird and me requiring her to meet my standards – of meeting at a normal time]
2:29pm Her: Haha, normally Mondays. Unless [constraint]. Or Fridays generally.  [Good. This is implicitly accepting a Day 3]
2:31pm Me: Hmmm. Would you be offended if I show up ever-so-slightly drunk? A pint or two “to the good” as it were.  [Don’t jump directly to the ask. Imply I’m gonna do my own things and am just seeing if I can fit her in to my schedule]
2:33pm Her: Are you habitually minorly drunk on Mondays? That’s a very weird day to select. Short answer: no. But I will go home if you start doing the macarena.  [Accepted the Day 3 for Monday but I actually prefer Friday]
2:36pm Me: Actually I was thinking Friday – I’ve got a work drink 5 till 7 near [City]
2:41pm Her: Friday’s the World Cup. I’ll be getting lessons on soccer from flat mates to better appreciate [her team]’s efforts.  [Another legit excuse. I made an error in not reading her prior text as discounting Friday]
2:47pm Me: Oh, I see. [her team] will be eliminated by Monday, so we’ll go out then and drown your sorrows. 7pm good? [Tease to deflect that I’m falling into her frame, imply drinking, assume the sale]
2:49pm Her: I would like to see the triumph of hope over experience, but Monday looks good at present. Let me know details closer to the time then.
2:54pm Me: Ok

There’s a few things notable about the exchange. First, the rapidity of responses over the course of an hour. I was sitting in a cafe relaxing over coffee whereas she’s just gotten out of bed and was presumably checking her phone every minute or so as she got ready for her day. Second, the whole first half of the exchange was me teasingly qualifying her. Third, I was fighting to avoid a DLV in the second half because dragging it on without securing the date looks bad, but giving up after a refusal equally so. My attempt was to qualify her as I did it and assume the eventual sale. I think it worked. Not sure.

Note also that I have not edited her messages to make them grammatically correct. She really does write in full sentences with correct spelling. More than any other thing this is making me want to tap that ass. I love a girl who writes properly.

Anyway, she sent me a link to her doing a pole dance demo and it has absolutely confirmed my intention to bang her. Hard.

I’ve got another one-itis, this time it’s the Georgian dancer I opened waaaay back. The set went great but she put up a convincing boyfriend defense, telling me she met the guy five years earlier and he’s the only guy to put his he-rocket into her she-pocket (while teasingly complaining how Georgian girls really miss out on the excitement of sex with different guys because they are so traditional). She took my card with my number but never called and I just wrote it off. Beautiful girl, but nothing doing.

I’m out today with Suave and Wisdom for a bootcamp. The students go back at the end of the daygame session to get changed for nightgame. I see the dancer walk past again, but this time it’s crazy-hot summer weather and she’s wearing crazy-hot short shorts. Oh damn, I love dancers legs. Nice thick thighs. I give chase and call her name. She turns around. I stare, smirk and then she recognises me.

I wasn’t mic’d up but the conversation was great and she was entrancing me with those wide brown eyes (and tits, pressed up against a too-tight shirt). Should I describe it, or would you rather watch the video? Okay then. Keep a note of how much pussy tingling goes on.

And yeah, my shorts are cool too.

BONUS POINTS: Can you guess the music? Both were from Japanese arcade games. The credits from one with a big peripheral. The main music from Sega.

I’m out with Suave and Subzero on a Sunday afternoon in town. The sets are going fine and we’re having fun. We decide to walk into HMV for some shop game. Browsing through the DVD rack I spot a cute petite HB7 Arab. She’s wearing a daft flat cap, so that gives me my opener.

Krauser: Hi. I just noticed you while I was looking at DVDs. I had to come over and tell you I love your style.
HB Arab: *beaming smile* thank you
Krauser: Except the silly hat. It looks like something my grandad wore to the greyhound racing.
HB Arab: *gasp. laughs*

It’s an easy hook and she’s so demure and maidenly. Muslim too, so doubly fun to think of a possible deflowering. We chat about five minutes when her big fat friend comes over. I immediately include her and she’s on my side quickly and is actually a pleasant girl too. There’s about ten minutes in all and then I take the Facebook. We’d already figured out she was going back to Libya in a day or two and I didn’t fancy my chances of extracting her with the bodyguard around.

I assume the set is finished, but she adds me to Facebook and I decide to give things a try.

Krauser – 19 May at 00:13
HB. I just had a quick look through your photos. Is that really you? They look like you cut them out of a fashion magazine.
HB Arab – 19 May at 10:09
Hiiiiiiiiii, those r not my pics hehehe
Krauser – 19 May at 13:03
That’s very naughty. And I thought you were such a nice girl….
HB Arab – 19 May at 13:27
lol I am nice girl, u think putting other pics then mine would be naughty of me?
Krauser – 19 May at 15:00
Yes.
HB Arab – 19 May at 15:18
but am not
Krauser – 19 May at 16:28
haha ok I’ll believe you this time. So can you upload a real picture so I feel like I’m talking to the real HB Arab? maybe with your old-man flat cap from the greyhound racing…..

The next day I check in to FB and almost immediately a chat window pops up. Here it is in full tedious detail:

11:35 Her: hi  ;);)
11:37 Me: hey!
11:38 Her: how r u? hope still remember me :D:D
11:39 Me: Ha ha, I remember. You’re the pretty girl with the silly hat
11:39 Her: hahahaha  u think that was a silly hat   lool
11:39 Me: Yeah, but it looked cute on you
11:40 Her: thanx  i just liked that hat
11:40 Me: It’s a bank holiday today, so no work!
11:40 Her: wow lucky u
11:41 Me: Gonna feed the ducks in Hamstead Heath with some friends
11:41 Her: enjoy   am stuck at work  :(:(
11:41 Me: boo
11:41 Her: :P:P
11:41 Me: So you’re back in [arab town] now?
11:42 Her: Its [arab town] not [other arab town]
11:42 Me: Oops  They are nearby tight?
11:42 Her: [town] is in Asia  but [town] in north Africa
11:42 Me: [other town]?
11:42 Her: near to tunis, Egypt, moroco & Algeria
11:43 Me: Yeah, my bad. [local joke]. I know.
11:43 Her: yep exactly  hehehe
11:43 Me: When are you next coming to London?
11:44 Her: dont know maybe in july or August  but not sure
11:44 Me: It’ll be good weather then. I’ll show you around. If you promise not to be naughty and cause trouble
11:45 Her: lol hahaha   am a good girl    am not a trouble girl but sometimes ppl get me involved  ;);)
11:46 Me: I’ll have to watch you carefully then…..
11:46 Her: hahaha
11:46 Me: I have to jump in the shower now. I’m leaving at 12.
11:46 Her: ok
11:46 Me: later
11:46 Her: talk to u soon
11:47 Me: one last thing  put up a real picture!
11:47 Her: yes  hope so

Looking good. She “likes” a few posts on my wall and then posts herself. I post back onto hers. Then next time she’s online the same as me I reopen. I forgot to save the full chat but it starts with her saying she’s had a great week, then I tell her to send me a photo. She does, of her in London the day before we met where she’s not smiling. I tease that she looks miserable and she should send one from right after we met, cos she’ll have a huge grin then. The rest is as follows:

Likes anal. Probably.

23:56 Her: cuz havent met u
23:56 Me: Have you got one of your smiling/  ?
23:56 Her: let me check
23:58 Me: cool
00:01 Her: here i got 2
00:02 Me: waiting…..
00:03 Her: soon   did u get it
00:03 Me: still waiting…..
00:05 Her: got them
00:06 Me: Not yet. Are they worth the wait?
00:06 Her: lol  i dont know
00:06 Me: Or are you pulling a stupid face and sticking your tongue out?
00:07 Her: its my internet to slow
00:07 Me: Anyway, how’s your week been?
00:07 Her: so great
00:07 Me how so?
00:08 Her:
had dinner with friends    in chinese resturant  :D:D
00:09 Me: nice. Mixed vegetables fried noodle. That’s my favourite
00:10 Her: its was nice   is the weather there getting better
00:12 Me: It’s burning hot here in London. My head looks like a tomato
00:12 Her: loool  really  its burning in here too
00:12 Me: I bought an old man’s flat cap similar to yours. We can wear them when we go to greyhound racing together. We’ll be like a cute old-age couple
00:13 Her: wow that will be coool. who knows maybe in july
00:13 Me: Hopefully not between 1st and 11th
00:13 Her: no maybe at the end
00:14 Me: Cool.  What else will you wear at the dog racing. Think carefully – we have to look REALLY old, or they might not let us in.  Like, 60 years old
00:14 Her: hahahha.  oh my god.  i guess u got my pic
00:15 Me: First one, in your room. No smile.
00:16 Her: how comes
00:18 Her: u did not like it
00:18 Me: Oh, it’s a nice photo. but I asked for one where you’re smiling. I remember you had a cute shy smile
00:19 Her: oh havent got much pics smiling in them.  but will tag one and send it to u.  soon.  tomorrow
00:19 Me: Too cool to smile?
00:19 Her: yeah
00:20 Me: hahaha. Yeah, send me one.
00:20 Her: :P:P.  but not today tomorrow i will
00:20 Me: What’s your favourite photo on my FB?
00:20 Her: u have alot of nice pics.  i was wondering why u r not putting them
00:21 Me: putting where?
00:21 Her: on fb
00:22 Me:
***** ERROR *******
***** GIRL LOGIC ******
***** MAKES NO SENSE ******
00:22 Her: i mean the profile pic.  hahahaha
00:22 Me: ah, I don’t change that much.  I like the squirrel
00:23 Her: but u got much nice ones
00:23 Me: Thank you. A favourite?
00:24 Her: there is one.  u r in an old city.  but u r too far away
00:25 Me: hmmmmmmmmmm, not sure which. Which album?
00:26 Her: tag one of th elephant pics
00:28 Me: I tagged one with you.  just now. Hope you like it
00:30 Her: with me
00:30 Me: not sure what you meant
00:30 Her: thats anice one.  its a nice pic. there is in an album called
00:31 Me: called what?
00:31 Her: beautiful long weekend.  i like the pic u r sitting in it
00:32 Me: Ah, Seville!  Beautiful city. I went with my ex-girlfriend
00:33 Her: yep.  thats cool
00:33 Me: Didn’t put her in them 😛
00:33 Her: but no pics of her.  hahaha. i love the pics
00:34 Me: thanks
00:35 Her: now am going off to sleep. had enough for today
00:35 Me: good night
00:35 Her: and i got to wake up early. good nite
00:35 Me: 😛
00:35 Her: and sweet dreams
00:35 Me: you too
00:36 Her: ;0  😉 😉

And probably oral too

So what do you reckon the odds are of her coming to visit and there being one less virgin for the suicide bombers to claim in Allah-land?

UPDATE: Confirmed both the anal and oral. Heh!

I’ve been getting let out at 4pm or earlier last week so I thought I coudl squeeze in some solid day game. I ended up dating a whole host of women.

Monday – Romanian volleyball player
It’s a day off and I trundle into Covent Garden. Scorching weather and I’m loving it. I’m over on Neal Street and I see a tall girl looking at a google maps printout while standing next to one of the charity elephant statues that are all over London. Cue situational opener: “Hey, I have to ask. Is that a map of elephants?” She laughs, tells me it’s actually for her new barmaid job she starts tomorrow. I comment that her accent sounds like one of the female assassins the KGB send after James Bond. I run rapport and then on the ten minute mark bounce her to a nearby cafe. She’s not especially hot but she’s tall, leggy and curvy. The instant date lasts about 90 minutes and it’s ok but too solid – I struggle to feel any sexual tension. I take her number and move on to other sets.

Bump. Set. Spike.

Tuesday – nothing
I’m out solo and for some reason I just can’t get going. Can’t remember the last time I failed to open a single set. I just didn’t feel like it and there were no girls hot enought to inspire me.

Wednesday – Finnish horserider
I’m walking along South Bank when a cute Polish girl goes by. I open and hook but she’s on her way to meet her boyfriend. As soon as she goes I see a leggy girl go by dressed like she’s come out the stables. It’s not actual equestrian dress but rather fashionable clothes that look remarkably like them. I open with “Hi. Where did you park your horse?” For the first five minutes she’s very flighty but then settles and I bounce her across Embankment bridge then a takeout coffee while we sit on the grass by Trafalgar Square. The rapport is excellent and she fully opens up to me but I can’t get the sexual tension going. I walk her along St James’ Park to feed the ducks, take her number and let her go.

Thursday – German artist
I’ve already done my sets for the day when I meet Suave as he is just starting. We’re chatting near Covent Garden when I see a cute little squarehead sitting on some steps drawing a picture of a building. I open asking what she’s drawing and she’s super friendly. I tease her for a while then bounce her to a nearby pub. After a pint we go on to a member’s bar. The conversation is great and she’s trying hard but she rebuffs all escalation, claming a boyfriend. I enjoy the date but its going nowhere.

Friday – nothing
I do some sets but nothing sticks until the last two, a cute Italian and a hipster Brazilian, but both have logistical problems.

Saturday – Romanian LTR
I haven’t seen my LTR for a few weeks since she came round to pick up her cardigan (that she’s left when she stormed out the house because she wanted to go to the park but I was busy fighting a three-headed hydra end of level boss in Ninja Blade and there’s no in-game save function). An AFC friend was having a BBQ so I thought I’d take her along. She drives across London to collect me then across the other side to the BBQ. It’s a fun afternoon and I take her to Epping Forrest for some jollies.

Sunday – Chinese maths student / Guyana sister
Suave and Wisdom are teaching a student so I roll up to help out. It’s a glorious day and I’m on fire. Just a fantastic vibe everywhere we go. About my fourth set I hook a timid little Chinese throwabout and I’m actually surprised when I successfully bounce her. These timid little kittens normally bolt. We sit in the piazza eating ice creams. She carelessly mentions a boyfriend but doesn’t seem to care much about him. After half an hour I take her number and send her packing.

On the evening I have my Day 3 with the little Guyanan minx. That goes great and I think I’m f-closing when we get the tube back to my place and buy a bottle of wine but she suddenly gets LMR outside my house. I’m not that fussed to push it so we go to a nearby pub where I verbally escalate on her then literally pick her up over my shoulder, spank her arse, and carry her to the local park for some making out. I finger fuck her to orgasm then send her on her way.

From Day 2

Monday – Aussie fashion girl
I’m headed along the South Bank expecting to do normal daygame when an old target rings up and invites me to a park. We meet up early afternoon in Camden and I walk her to Primrose Hill via a pub. There’s kino and banter from the off. I’d thought it was a dead end a month ago when suddenly I got the k-close. Then she got busy with a family trip and the attraction momentum died. Or so I thought. We have a great time and she is the absolute best arm candy I’ve ever had. She’s almost six foot, catwalk-leggy, and was wearing immodest short shorts and a flimsy top. As we walked through Camden with her clutching my arm literally every man was staring at her and suppressing envy of me. We spend a while chilling in the park and she’s stripped down to her bikini by now. There’s lots of flirting and I k-close her again. It’s a funny one for calibration. At no point did I feel I could push it further than where we were. A slow burn, I reckon.

Arm candy

I didn’t do any sets today and the three numbers I took yesterday I told the girls I’ll call in a few days. So nothing to do and I turn my attention to other things. While checking in to Facebook I see the Italian 19 yr old is online. Ok, let’s give that a shot:

On the right

23:35 Me: Hey, did you have a good weekend?
23:36 Her: of course….and you? Have you already back in London?
23:37 Me: Yeah. Still a bit fragile. Saturday was a VERY long day for us
23:39 Her: I can imagine ;);) …..my sister say you hallo :):)
23:42 Her: says
23:42 Me: cool. Where did you girls go later?
23:44 Her:we stayed in that pub until midnight I think… then we went home .. short but nice evening :):)
23:45 Me: we went to a strip club. Very naughty :):)
23:49 Her: ahahah.. did you enjoy?
23:51 Me: Yeah, but I spent all my money buying dances for my brother. It was his last day of freedom….
23:53 Her: you are a good brother! :):)
23:54 Me: Haha. I try. Have you got plans to travel around England yet?
23:55: Her: ….On monday I go back in Italy unfortunately… and this time I don’t come back in England :(:(
23:56 Her: Are you going to travel in Italy?
23:57 Me: I want to, especially around Florence and Rome. Probably later this year
23:59 Her: Florence and Rome??…. noooo .. You have to come in my city… the lake is beautiful and you can enjoy, I can show you my places ..
23:59 Me: Your city sounds boring
00:00 Me:Yeah, that would be nice. Are you visiting London before you go back?
00:02 Her: No this time I can’t …but I would like to come another time just to visit London.. Everyone says that it is beautiful… so I want to discover if it’s true ;);)
(I’m sorry for my awful english)
00:04 Me: Yeah, I know lots of great places. I’ll show you when you come here
00:05 Her: I hope so :):) …
00:07 Her: Now I go to sleep… Tomorrow I’ll go to college :):) Have a good night…
00:07 Me: ok. Good night

I get my washing hung up between typing, so a productive little sortie.