I take a trip to Newcastle for a stag do. My intention is just to have a good time with the boys as we take a train to York for the daytime drinking and then progress on to Newcastle for the night and eventually strip club. The usual. I’m aghast at the horrendous quality of the local girls. Truly central London is an oasis within the dryest of deserts. York is also a contender for mong-town of the British Isles. So many fatties and retards its quite scary, not that Newcastle is that much better. We have fun.

After a brief diversion into a gay bay (where most of our group are frighteningly congruent, whereas I spend the whole time sitting next to the exit projecting as much hetero as possible) we end up in some 80s bar called Retro. I open a two set with a standard opinion opener (“Who is more feminine – Kate Bush on the telly there, or Beyonce?”). I hook but don’t care cos they aren’t hot and we have to move on soon.

On the platform I open a cute little English girl by complimenting her shoes. It’s progressing nicely till on of the lads comes over and tries AMOGing me. He fails miserably but kills the vibe. I’d forgotten what its like to be out with people who don’t know wing rules and who try to kill your sets.

Shortly after arriving back in Newcastle I open a three set of Hungarians, two of whom are beautiful. It hooks strong and within a few minutes I realise this is going somewhere because they are on a trip from London. But the same friend comes in and kills the set again. The girls scurry off quicker than a French soldier in a warzone. Thanks fella.

An hour later and we are about eight hours into the drinking. I’m pissed in the way that I feel fully in control but wouldn’t want to be operating heavy machinery. This next bar has a couple of prospects and then a 3-set of gorgeous Italians walks in. Two of them are solid 8s and the third is a clear 9. Tall, 19 years old, flat stomach, cracking pair. Once they are sat down I opinion open with my “bangers and mash” line. It’s so easy, like shooting fish in a barrel, compared to London. I haven’t seen a single guy all night who looks like he might have even the slightest game. They hook strong and are soon giggling and IOIing me. For a change, my friend decides not to fuck with the set but my group moves on to the next bar.

19 Years Old

Fair enough, it’s a stag do. So I take the girl’s Facebook and run. She accepts the add the next day and I’m gratified to see she’s just as hot sober as when I had beer googles. What a pair of tits! I’ll try some long-distance sarging so that she hooks up with me on her inevitable visit to London. She’s only been in the UK two weeks. Maybe it’ll come to something.

OK, here's another

So I’ve just massively DHV’d to the boys by hooking every single set I open and all hot girls except the first set. We end up in some godawful charver bar near the Bigg Market with pounding music, a crush of bodies, and legions of charver chodes. The girls are everything from 15yr olds done up to look old and 50yr olds dressed like 15 yr olds. Truly awful in a our-country-is-so-fucked kind of way. If NATO saw this we’d have to give up our seat on the Security Council. All of us hate it except the omega who suggested it. He leans over and shouts in my ear “There’s loads of fanny in here!” and chinks my bottle. Ugh.

Perhaps deciding not to be outdone by me, he opens the nearest set. A hen party of fat ugly 50 yr old hags. Really. They would’ve been ugly at 20 but now its just cruel and unusual punishment to be near them. He’s a huge fella and soon puts the claw on the stag and tries to drag him into the set. The hags are well up for it, obviously. A tug of war ensues as I try to keep the stag out of it but finally the hag runs up and plants a kiss on the unsuspecting fella. Just imagine if a creepy 50 yr old man had done that to an unwilling woman 15 years his junior. There’d be violence.

We escape to a strip club and the omega dude shuffles of quietly. There’s one extremely hot stripper – about as hot as the 19 yr old Italian I’d already closed – but the rest are 7s at best. I ignore them. The betas drop £20 a dance several times. I game one stripper and she talks to me like a normal person but I can’t get past the initial hook. One of the other boys gets a good long set with a fairly nice one much to my surprise. The boy did well and she was IOIing him – genuine sub conscious IOIs. Looks like my stripper game is behind the curve.

A good night. The next day it takes three long dumps to clear my system.

I like the gypo look

After an hour or so of comfort and rapport in the cafe Wisdom makes himself scarce and I take the girl for a drink. I’m going for the SDL – something I’ve only recently been trying. It’s a no-brainer because she’s going back to Hunland on Monday night. We have a drink in the Sherlock Holmes pub nearby standing up so I can test her comfort (it’s good) and she’s telling me she just split up with her boyfriend and he’s moved out her flat. She clearly wants excitement but isn’t intellectually quite right with the idea. I talk a little about how society judges women too much and other things that give her the moral go-ahead. She seems to think I’m super smart but I don’t want to fall into the trap of getting all intellectual, or worse, dad-like with her.

Achtung Panzer!

We have another drink at a new pub and we’re arm in arm by now but she’s hanging on quite loose. More talk and I do a little NLP to raise her state and then kiss close. Easy. She’s all over me know but refuses the extraction. I guess she’s been out since 8am so can’t blame her. She’s keen to meet tomorrow so I don’t push past the kiss and hand holding. There’s not much coming at me vis-a-vis shit tests. We kiss goodbye at the station and then the next evening we meet.

There’s a quick kiss on the hello to re-establish the frame. She throws her arm around my neck but I shrug it off and walk her arm in arm to the pub. She’s hanging on tight now. The fact she came out at all means its on. I want to make her wait for the proper kiss and play around a bit – leaning back and making her lean in to me, getting her to qualify etc. She’s well into me now. We move on to the member’s club and sit on a sofa in a quiet corner. We start kissing and I work on strong alpha posture and let her climb all over me. She’s loving it and really breathing deep and pushing herself into me passionately. So much so I’m almost embarrased everytime the waiters go past.

I go for the extraction and she resists, saying we won’t be fucking.I make a joke of that, saying we have agreed not to fuck tonight and have to promise to stick to it no matter how tempting it gets. That completely frees me to verbally escalate and for most of the next hour we are talking about all of the sexual things we won’t be doing tonight. Her buying temperature is crazy-hot and her eyes are sparkling. She can’t keep her hands off my cock. I go for the extraction again.

Krauser: C’mon I’ll make you those cocktails. Nothing is gonna happen because we’ve already agreed we’re not fucking.

HB Squarehead: No. Not tonight.

Krauser: Look at me. Don’t you trust me?

HB Squarehead: I don’t trust myself *throws herself onto me again*

I’m now thinking only a back-alley fuck is possible if anything. I take her outside and before long we are in some dark doorway making out big time. She’s so horny but simply will not escalate to skin-on-skin. I’m still enjoying myself and really having fun with the verbal escalation. I figure I might as well seed the possibility of her coming back for a fuck holiday. You never know. I also frame all my verbal escalation around how young girls can easily fuck boys but they are surprised how different it is to be fucked by a man. She’s properly wet and I’m flummoxed on the inability to extract, or to rip her trousers down right there. I do try. I figure it’s better to be a pushy arsehole than a wimpy beta. When I try unzipping her she refuses:

HB Squarehead: You’re just trying to get me hot so I change my mind

Krauser: No. I’m giving you are preview of what you’ll get next time we meet

HB Squarehead: You sound sure we’ll be fucking.

Krauser: Because we will and you know it.

HB Squarehead: *squirms, grabs cock, pushes fanny into it [through jeans]*

Krauser: I’m showing you that I go after what I want.

HB Squarehead: That’s for sure!

After about an hour of this I put her on the train home. While I didn’t get the lay, it’s a nice reference experience. I’m a mid-thirties guy and I just met a 22yr old in the street and came within a whisker of fucking her. Nice.

It’s bootcamp weekend and I’m running the daygame session with Suave and Wisdom. We’ve got five students out so it’s a busy card – Moran and Burto are also on wing duties. For the first hour I’ve got a young asian lad who is new to the sport but he’s approaching well. There’s the usual technical mistakes but I’m not having any trouble getting him into sets. While we are going through one such mistake (he moves his feet to follow the girl – I tell him to stand his ground and just turn his body as he talks if she’s still walking) he demands a demo and points to this girl hurrying past.

She had red-eye

I open. She keeps walking. I plant my feet and turn my body. She stops, hooks and gives me the Facebook. So having talked the talk I walk the walk and the student absorbs the point.

For the second hour we swap students and I’m with an English guy who wants to do shop game. We immediately head into H&M where I open a girl from Wisconsin. She’s got a BF but its a nice chat. I move on to a two set of girls from Guyana. My opener is indirect-direct – they happen to be laughing as we walk past so I use that

Krauser: Girls. I was just walking past and I had to say you’ve got such a nice laugh.

Or words to that effect – I forget exactly. Immediate strong hook and the vibe is great. The student comes in to occupy the obstacle and watch me work. The Wisconsin girl walks past shooting daggers at me now that her Hollywood moment is cheapened and we bounce the girls to a retro clothes store to help them with an 80s party they are going to that night. Turns out my target is living in London and the cousin is visiting from Holland for the weekend. Rather than hang around in their frame I close after ten minutes outside the shop with

Krauser: This is as far as we go because we’ve got some stuff to do. Look, you’re weird but I like you. Give me your number and I’ll give you a call when I’ve got some time.

Number close and we move on into Urban Outfitters where I hook a three set of Korean girls. I bail when they say they are on a school trip. It’s a great session. I run text game the next couple of days with the Guyanan. The vibe is playful and teasing so I continue in that frame.

Krauser 4:39pm – Good fun meeting you today. I hope you got some nutty 80s gear for the party.

HB Guyana 6:44pm – Indeed it was. Hope you have a smashing night.

Krauser Sunday 11:32pm – Wedding party was today right? Hope you girls didn’t cause trouble….

HB Guyana 11:35pm – Oh dear! Close. It was last night and it was a smashing evening. I guess you’re done with the more important things in life to grace me with a text?

Krauser 11:39pm – Hold it there tiger! I’m clearing my diary later this week just for you. I’d feel bad about pulling you away from your nice friend when you’re supposed to be showing her around. 🙂

HB Guyana 11:42pm – That may have awfully mean. Its my cheekiness. 🙂 she actually headed back home today. how is your mate [student]?

Krauser 11:50pm – Cool. Get some sleep and we’ll continue this foolishness later…. Night night

HB Guyana 11:51pm – Bonne nuit!

Krauser Monday 6:52pm – Konbanwa! Wednesday evening is good for me. Are you fun on Wednesdays?

HB Guyana 8:08pm – Hola! On sundays and wednesdays I am awfully cheeky

Krauser 9:49pm – Guten abend! Ok, Wednesday it is. Don’t get too cheeky. I don’t know you well enough to spank you.

HB Guyana 10:44pm – Bonjour! You are quite right. I’ll be on my best behaviour if you are. A bientot!

Krauser Wednesday 9:47am – Ohayo! We’ll meet 8pm in front of [location]. That good for you?

HB Guyana: Aloha! See you there. Enjoy the sunshine today. Cheers!

I’ve been out daygaming with Suave for an hour before hand. I only do a few sets including hooking an incredibly feminine and buxom persian but she tells me she’s in a committed relationship so I don’t bother trying to close. There’s also a nice vietnamese girl who gives me a Facebook but says she’s on her way to meet her boyfriend. Good experience but nothing memorable.

Will be drinking my kool aid

HB Guyana is early and Suave DHVs me on the meet before heading off. Immediately I start a routine Burto taught me. I offer her my arm (she takes) and we go towards the first bar.

Krauser: Now I realise this is a date but that doesn’t mean you can just kiss me. I need trust and connection first. I’m not just a piece of meat

HB Guyana: *looks me up and down approvingly* You’re a prime slice of surloin.

Krauser: I’ll take that as a compliment, but I’ll be watching you.

The vibe is fantastic and it’s totally on. We are soon in my favourite members bar for the fifth time in a week (and fifth girl – the receptionist certainly has an opinion about my pre-selection). My first escalation is to pull her in to read the menu and she’s totally going with it. I wait an hour to kiss her and that’s the dam breaking. She’s climbing all over me and horny as hell. I keep thinking “what’s the alpha thing to do” so I do strong body language like I’m sitting on a throne while she wraps herself all over me, snuggling her face into my neck like a cat and squeezing my nearest leg between her thighs. I do The Stone and she’s purring like a cat.

For whatever reason she tells me she’s not coming back to my place. I don’t mind cos the hook is strong. I’m happy to give her a fig leaf to pretend she’s a lady. I’ll definitely be fucking her next time I see her and I like her alot so I’ll happily turn her into an LTR. So I just do verbal escalation. Things like:

Krauser: *while kissing* This is the part where you put your hand on my cock.

HB Guyana: *giggles. Puts hand on cock* I’m a lady, you know.

Krauser: Next time we meet we are fucking. I’m gonna bring you into my house, pick you up and carry you over my shoulder. I’ll slap your arse, obviously *gives arse a slap*. That’s a nice arse, I think I’m gonna like it. Then I’ll throw you onto my bed and rip your clothes off. Then…. while you’re naked… on my bed…. I’ll go and make a cup of tea.

HB Guyana: *squirming, moaning, grabbing my cock*

Krauser: I’m gonna feel your tits in a minute

HB Guyana: *giggles*

Krauser: No. I changed my mind. In five seconds.

Krauser: 5…4…3…2…1…

HB Guyana: *pushes breasts towards me, I grab*

Krauser: Sorted. I’ll be doing that again soon.

I don’t want to physically escalate too far because its still an open lounge. I pull her outside and we make out really heavy in some alleyways. While I’m fingering her near Carnaby Street I wonder if I should go for the open-air fuck but hold back. It’s 50/50 whether I’ll get it and missing it could queer the chances of another date by making her feel too slutty and my seeming too horny. So instead I pull my hand out, wipe it on her coat and tell her that’s all she’s getting and don’t be greedy.

As we kiss at the tube station I tell her to send me a text when she’s home so I know she got back safe. She does. She’s going abroad on holiday for the next week so lets see how it goes. The odds are extremely high that she’ll become my proper LTR.

Oh, while I was rubbing her fanny I was in a text exchange with the Romanian with my free hand. MLTR management here we come.

I get a call from Subzero cos he’s back from Tokyo and wants to go out. I tell him I’m in no mood for sarging – we’ll just go to a bar in Old Street and have a drink. Chat, catch up – be like normal people. My mood is good and we’re sitting back in the beer garden when a fairly cute waitress comes over to take our drinks order. Hmmmmm. Reflexively I start teasing her about her accent and then do a few interesting rapport exchanges. She forgets about her job and chats to us for ten minutes. I file away the interaction and remind myself I’m not sarging. An hour later the sun goes down and we head inside to sit on some sofas. I open a pair of unremarkable Aussies next to me.

Krauser: ‘cuse me ladies. Just a quick question. When I say to you the word “hazing” what images does it conjure up?
Girls: Ummm. Hazing? Er, I’m not sure.
Krauser: You see me and my friend were discussing it and it makes us think of initiation parties and broom handles.

They laugh, chat for a minute then I say thanks and turn away. I’m not sarging, remember.

The waitress comes over and Subzero orders a round while I’m having a piss. As I sit down to my new beer she comes back with the change. I tease her again and she’s IOIing me. I let her go but there’s a crowd of people in the way and as she asks two chodes to move they start hitting on her. Really needy embarassing stuff. It’s happening about four feet in front of us and she looks uncomfortable. They give up after a minute but she’s still standing there trying to plot a route through the crush. Fuck it I think. I lean over and whack her on the back of the thighs

Krauser: C’m ere!
Waitress: *smiles, comes over, bends over to get eye-to-eye, brushes hair behind ear*
Krauser: This road trip I’m planning. Where was it you said I should go?
Waitress: [her hometown]
Krauser: Thanks. Mind, if I don’t enjoy it I’m gonna hold you personally responsible. What’s there to see?

Another few minutes and I add her to Facebook. A few days later we have a follow up chat. We are getting bored sitting down so me and Subzero stand in the middle of the bar. Four asian girls walk past a chode crystal and the bravest chode taps a straggler and says hello. The girl pauses awkwardly then keeps walking. Fail. As the girls walk past us I whisper to Subzero “this is how its done”. I grab the straggler by the elbow and yank her over to me. Her friends look back, shrug and leave her to me. My opener?

Krauser: C’m ‘ere!

The boat she's fresh off, perhaps

That’s a nice ten minute set with some kino escalation, DHVs and so on. A cute Japanese girl fresh off the boat. We swap Facebooks and I walk out, it being home time and I’m not sarging tonight. Once we get to the platform at Old Street station the noticeboard informs us it’s over five minutes till the next train. I see a short English girl waiting next to us. Unremarkable but cute in her own way. I stare at her until she notices me and gets self-conscious.

Krauser: *shakes head ruefully* I don’t like your dress.
Girl: *realises I’m hamming it up, giggles*
Krauser: Yeah, you’re kinda cute but it’s not helping you.

It’s a beautifully orchestrated sarge with the right helpings of DHVs, teases, light kino, compliments and so on. There’s a young couple behind us who watch the whole thing like live entertainment with the dude providing a running commentary to his girl. I take her Facebook and have a chat with her the next day but I won’t pursue it because I’m not sarging. Me and Subzero get on the train and there’s two girls standing in front of us chatting animatedly about their night. The unremarkable blonde is doing most of the talking and her much cuter Indian friend is holding a kebab in a polystyrene box. I’m just chatting with Subzero about the last UFC until finally after five minutes I feel compelled to open:

Krauser: Excuse me ladies. If you’re not going to eat that kebab can I have it?
Girls: *laughs* It’s rude to cadge people’s food.
Krauser: *to blonde* You’re a yank aren’t you
Yank: *faux-outrage* That’s so rude.

I take the Facebooks of both girls then go home and sleep. Sometimes I really enjoy a normal night out with no pressure to open sets.

I’m convinced I’m a fucking chimpanzee. I’ll explain. It’s a commonly quoted statistic, true or not, that we humans share 95% of our DNA with our long-armed hairy tea-making brethren (and no, i don’t mean Johnny Wisdom). So why is it that humans built civilisation, landed on the moon and have tiny plastic devices that send words and images around the world whereas chimps are sitting in cages flinging their shit at each other. Or wearing suits and making cups of tea?

Clearly the 5% of DNA we don’t share is of paramount importance.

I think that’s where I am with my game. The fundamentals are there, the behaviours are there and I’m doing essentially the same thing as the top day gamers when I’m in set. However, I’m not banging anywhere near as many girls as I ought to be. I’m metaphorically just flinging my shit around. So I have to figure out that remaining critical 5% and integrate it. Thus I’ve booked in a 1-on-1 with a guy who is touted as London’s best pick up artist. We’ll see how that goes.

The missing 5% really smarted on my day 2 with the Japanese 2 set. I did a ten minute pick up last Saturday but more or less wrote it off when they said they were going home a day later. I get lucky and a volcano erupts in Iceland covering Europe in a blanket of dust. I swear there wasn’t this much dust over Europe since the Jews were hiding under floorboards. So the girls’ flight is delayed. On Tuesday at midnight I get a call from Sakae saying she wants to meet (that’s the one on the left in the video with the hair tied back and no fringe). Hmmmm. They are doing a day trip to Bath on Wednesday but we make a date for Thursday evening. She asks if she can bring her friend Midori and I say I’ll bring along Suave. They will fly home on Friday so this is looking 50/50 for a lay.

I put on my best clobber and meet them on Oxford Street at half six, with Suave turning up later. Language is strained because they barely speak English. Fortunately my Japanese carries it and I lead them off to the milkshake bar. Things progress nicely as I DHV, tease and put them at ease. We move on to a nearby pub and I give some statements of interest to Sakae and get them to spin around while I rate their fashion out of ten. Like the delightful Japanese girls they are, they are giggling, batting eyelids and doing a show of demure girlish femininity that far outpaces anything an English-speaking girl can manage. I’m reminded why I went through a ten-year stretch of banging nothing but Japanese during my twenties. As much as I’ve been discovering the delights of Eastern Europeans and Mediterraneans I’ve definitely still got the Japs at number one on the world bangability rankings.

We move on to a nearby pub and by now I’ve clearly shown different eye contact and vocal tone with the target. Suave shows up and within five minutes he’s sitting hand in hand with Midori and she’s touching him and giggling with that heady exuberance of a girl in the presence of a man she believes is her superior. Despite sitting next to them, Sakae and I are in isolation. We’re also hand in hand, her leg is thrown over mine and the eye contact is crackling with sexuality. I’m thinking this is close to a done deal. We bounce to a members bar (where the staff must be really wondering about me, cos I show up a couple of times a week with a different hot girl every time). I have Sakae on my sofa and Suave has Midori on his. We might as well be in different venues. I kino escalate on Sakae while across from me Suave and Midori are overcoming the language barrier with childish magic tricks and other body language. It’s cute to watch because Midori is loving it, desperate to fuck, and turning on all the girlish charm she can muster. I get Sakae out into the lobby and try the kiss close.

Rebuffed! She apologies, says she’s got a boyfriend in Japan (true – I saw photos of them as she was skipping through her digital camera). I try to defuse it and try again. Still rebuffed. The forebrain/hindbrain conflict is going on because she remains hugging me, shows no sign of wanting to disengage, pupils dilating, but she just won’t kiss. I walk her back into the lounge and Suave has kissed Midori and they are now oh-so-subtley rubbing each other’s crotches underneath a cushion placed over their laps. We stay there another hour and I get rebuffed on another two kiss attempts but its all good natured. Finally at 10pm they leave cos they are getting an early flight. We walk them back to the station and that’s that.

I think if my game had been a little tighter, or if I’d had one more date, then this would’ve been an f-close regardless of the boyfriend. Her forebrain was only just barely holding back the roar of her pussy tingle and her self resolve was fading minute by minute. Oh well, live and learn. I’ve got a Day 2 with a different Jap tomorrow evening.

Last Friday I did five sets and number-closed / facebooked four including a hired gun. Nice work when I only meant to go out to see a friend and not do any approaches. I might do a post on that. I wake up on Saturday to more glorious weather and I’m feeling good. I stop by the corner shop to buy a packet of Tootie Frooties (my weekend treat) and sit down on the Underground train to eat them. I notice the hot Persian girl next to me varnishing her nails. She shakes them dry.

Krauser: You know it looks like you’re trying to talk to deaf people.

I hear they prefer anal

She laughs, hooks immediately and starts shaking my hands in the air. Good indirect set and I take her Facebook. I walk into town to meet Suave and Shammers. After a quick coffee we head into Covent Garden for some daygame. My state is fantastic and I start tearing it up. The following videos show every set I did that day, except one (a thirty second 1-set that went nowhere).

Successful game fundamentally comes down to a simple equation:

Alphaness + Experience + Courtship Navigation = Game

Let’s break it down.

Alphaness.
Most men are sackless losers. It’s an unpleasant reality we are anaesthetised against through massive social conditioning that both programs us to become sackless losers and coos placating noises to us that this is a natural desirable state of affairs. It is the male side of the universal law of gender parity, namely, across every epoch the men and women of a given culture deserve each other. Western men are sackless losers, western women are vile animals. I’m talking trends, not absolutes.

To achieve success with that rapidly–thinning herd of pleasant, pretty, feminine women a man needs to be worthy of her. This isn’t supplication, because a woman so described is also working hard to be worthy of such a man. You must be able to answer the question “why should she like you?”

Classically taught outer game is avoiding this question by teaching routines and fakery as a shortcut to a woman’s bed. There’s some success to be had there. In fact if you really excel in such trickery you can bang a bevy of skanks and even the occasional hottie. Unfortunately you’ll remain the same sackless loser you always were, and thus always be pissing into the wind every single set unless somewhere along the way you start working on the alphaness. Most aspiring PUAs do eventually tumble to this truth. It would be a lot easier if it was commonly accepted and thus we could just start from that point and get on with the grunt work of the Beta2Alpha transition.

Incidentally, I think that’s why most naturals are hostile to and dismissive of “gamers”. They see the latter avoiding the question entirely and building up the shell of fakery. Because many naturals already have alphaness they also know they are above gamers in the male domination hierarchy.

Experience
Kevin Rooney (Leg-Iron Mike Tyson’s first trainer) said it takes a fighter ten years before he truly learns to relax in the ring. There’s an analogous process in game in which it takes 1,000 approaches to truly relax in set. No amount of alphaness will score you consistent girls in and of itself, nor protect you from their predations. You still have to get the airtime, hit the roadblocks, fail a lot, try new things, get yourself calibrated. You can’t learn to swim without getting wet. Until you get the comfort born from experience, the natural alpha will be inhibited through unfamiliarity and your brain will be spinning wildly so you mix up your courtship navigation.

Naturals and alphas (not quite synonyms) have usually accrued lots of experience since sexual maturity and thus it’s easy to conflate them but experience must still be sought through dedicating time and energy to approaching. You can spend as long as you want in your Power of Now cave dialling in your nimbus but you’ll stumble like a new-born foal for the first few hundred approaches regardless. Book learning and introspection aren’t enough. Cool clothes and a fighter’s body aren’t either.

Courtship Navigation
This is the principle advance of the Mystery Method. A girl might really like you, you might be extremely relaxed and confident, but you must still proceed through the linear stages of the human courtship ritual to get her legs at quarter-to-three. Therefore you must develop strong pre-approach and opening, stack and transition well, engage in interesting conversation that invests her and demonstrate higher value. Recognising some IOIs you can progress to comfort, close, then proceed to further comfort and seduction. Classic game. For historical reasons there is an inordinate focus on this element at the expense of the others. Thus the common site of PUA buzzing beta bees doing the dancing monkey routine on girls and just looking plain weird.

Alphaness + Experience = Natural game but little control over the process so lots of girls who seem strongly into you seem to flake out and go nowhere while others jump on your cock. It’s never clear why the same behaviours lead to divergent outcomes.
Alphaness + Courtship Navigation = Girls hook and give you the airtime and IOIs but you feel like a social robot. The connection is not comfortably made and the girls sense some weirdness. You have to railroad the girls through the stages and anytime the contact is broken, so is the spell.
Experience + Courtship Navigation = Lots of hookups with low quality women and a constant uphill struggle to work work work every set. The girls never seem to come to you and you’re constantly in a chasing frame (while projecting practiced aloofness).
Alphaness + Experience + Courtship Navigation = Wham bamn. Girls hook easily and you slide consistently through the stages to regular sex with women worthy of your time.

The above is talking about standard vanilla game from cold approach to an LTR, which is the skill set I most covet. There are other ways to skin the cat that are more attuned to difficult to reproduce peculiarities of the guy in question. For example a big young good-looking guy can just eye-fuck and then escalate while cutting out all the other stuff (Moran, I’m talking about you fella!) but not many PUAs have that option on the menu. A stripclub owner could work his employees like a band member can work his groupies, but what use is that to most guys?

Further options open up if you are willing to fuck club skanks, fatties and cougars. Each to his own. I am talking about a skill set that a genetically average (and perhaps older) guy can use to obtain regular sober sex with the highest quality women (7s to 10s who don’t ride the cock carousel) in the prime of their sexual market value (18 to 24 years old). That’s a tall order and requires an extensive skill set that brooks no short cuts.

I’d written off this target because while she’d accepted all the kino up to handholding on the way back to the station on Day 2, she had refused the kiss. Actually, she’d stood there with lips pressed tightly together and accepted a weird 4th Grader peck. DLV.

There were also some other things that meant I really didn’t feel the reward justified the costs. I’d go into them, but they are kinda private for her – she really opened up to me about the details of her life so I guess I should respect that privacy. As I bid farewell at the tube station at the end of Day 2 (about midnight) I told her to send me a text that she got home safe. I always do this – shows a protective spirit.

Starting to grow on me

HB 12:57am: I’m home safe Krauser. Thanks took me to the relax place, made me want to be a member too! Night x
Krauser 7:50am: Cool. I had fun too.  Some detachment after failing kiss close.

I decide I should probably at least try to progress so I wait a couple of days and pick up the ball again:

Krauser 1:28pm: I reckon a bit of food next time. Implicit invite.
HB 2:02pm: Lots food even better.
Krauser 7:19pm: Just don’t go stealing food off my plate, ok? I’m free Monday evening
HB 10:36am: I’m only free on 13th April the Tuesday afternoon [over 2 weeks away] She’d said how busy she is but is this just a shit test?
Krauser 11:49am: I’ll be at work in the afternoon. Till six.  Just the facts ma’am.
HB 9:18pm: Hi Krauser, maybe we can have dinner after you finish work, without try lip kiss and hold hands, just like a normal friend so you can relax and no need to try anything on me, if that is ok for you. I’m fully booked before I go back home, so this will be the only time I can offer so far. I hope you well. God bless you.

Sounds like quite a brush off. I wait three days then respond:

Krauser 11:15pm: Yeah, could be fun.
HB 11:21pm next day: Your reply was on the apple fool day. So yeah means yes or no really?
Krauser 11:41pm: Oh, I didn’t realise. Yes.  If the connection is still there, no reason to break it.
HB 11:42pm: Where are we going to meet up? I will arrive Waterloo in the afternoon.
HB 11:43pm: How are you? Saw your Facebook about you handed the notice, anything that I can pray for you?
Krauser 11:44pm: No rush, not meeting for another 10 days. I’m great. Very happy to be quitting.  Positive and unconcerned frame. She’s already decided I’m a player so I should act congruently with that.
HB 11:45pm: Keep happy. Night x

What the hell do I make of this? She’s an ex-party girl with a finely tuned player radar and thus strongly responsive to alphaness, yet she’s also tried (and failed) to settle down and then turned to god and thus wants a stable nice guy. The classic front brain / hind brain conflict. So I figure my overt stance should play to the nice guy while the body language and subtext is bad boy. She seems a nice girl but probably too much hassle, so I’m thinking I’ll treat her like a crash test dummy – meaning I will try a higher risk strategy because I don’t care if I fuck up.

Don’t get me wrong – this girl has a lovely tight ass and will be a fucking raging demon in the sack – I do want to fuck her. There’s just only so much I’m prepared to invest so I leave it at that. She deletes me from Facebook – only the third time it’s ever happened. And then, April 13th rolls around and as I’m walking to work my phone vibrates:

HB 8:31am: Morning stranger! Are we still doing the dinner thing or milkshake thing today then? Have a good day  She’s investing and bringing the energy. Qualification.
Krauser 8:35pm: Yeah, I’m in.  Nice words, bad boy subtext.
HB 8:36am: Haha so how we going to meet?
Krauser 8:37am: What time can you get to Piccadilly? Direct. Don’t waste words.
HB 8:38am: 2ish
Krauser 8:38am: pm?
HB 8:38am: Ya
Krauser 8:39am: I finish work at 5. How about we meet at St Paul’s Cathedral then? Meet me on my terms.
HB 8:40am: OK 🙂 have fun at work!
Krauser 8:40am: Ok. See you soon 🙂 Reward her good behaviour.

A normal exchange but what’s the subtext? Why delete me from Facebook, see me show no attempt to rebuild the connection, and then suddenly show strong commitment to seeing me again? Is there a time-delay pussy tingle detonating? Later that day:

HB 1:05pm: Which is the station near by the cathedral?
Krauser 1:06pm: Haha. Guess. It was a retarded question so I’m being nice here.
HB 1:06pm: Liverpool station.  Retard.
Krauser 1:07pm: St pauls
HB 1:10pm: I know but there are few same name when I serch it, just tell me please. Such player!  Oh, sounds like a little banter is being struck up. Shift to attraction game…
Krauser 1:12pm: Central Line. Shall I send a limousine to pick up the princess?
HB 1:15pm: Hahaha, I don’t like them, old English mini will do 🙂 central line which station?
Krauser 1:20pm: Ok – St Pauls station, central line. Do you need GPS coordinates too?  Subtext = she’s a retard and I’m just about tolerating it. Playful.
Krauser 1:21pm: Btw, wear something nice. I’m dressed like a tramp and one of us needs to look good. Pull her into my leading frame, make her qualify to impress me, underline that I don’t give a fuck about stuff.
HB 1:26pm: I think I look nice hahaha
HB 1:36pm: I wear something like Spartan, hope is nice to you.  Yeah, interesting.
Krauser 1:37pm: Cool. I’ll wear red Speedoes.  Worked for Gerard Butler.
HB 1:38pm: Check you out, I will kiss you if you do! Nice one  Interesting that she brings that up. What’s the maxim in Game – “If she’s talking about sex, that means she’s thinking about having sex with YOU”?
Krauser 1:41pm: Heh. That depends how sexy YOU look. I look AWESOME in Speedoes. Like Borat Run with it, force her to think of my in underwear but release the tension with a push/joke
HB 1:48pm: Awesome! I love borat. I’m not sexy type btw, more like Taiwanese type. “I’m not a party girl anymore, even though I obviously am”
Krauser 1:52pm: Yeah, Taiwanese are not sexy. A nation of librarians and lawyers. Push her away, screening frame – but playful
HB 2:03pm: Shame, can’t do kiss then. Beta bait.
Krauser 2:05pm: Maybe just some light touching and shy smiles. I’ll call you and raise you.
HB 2:09pm: The weather is awesome.  Not sure about this. Is she banking that little bit of escalation (a good thing) or snipping the thread to avoid it (a bad thing)?
Krauser 2:13pm: Like summer. Squirrels running up trees, geese wandering around the lake. I love it.  Positive imagery. No questions.
HB 2:14pm: Hmmm, such a waste because you work and I am going to enjoy it! Tease to regain her superiority
Krauser 2:20pm: Take a few photos to show me. Try to catch a squirrel.  Put her into her place as trying to impress me.

I meet this girl and she’s dressed nice. For the first hour or so things are slightly awkward because I’m trying not to show interest and she’s being a little sassy and guarded. We walk down to the South Bank and to an old school pub. I’m having to carry the conversation and gradually she loosens up and invests until by the end of the pint she’s really into it. Before showing up I’d already made the decision that either she chases me or nothing happens – I’m not gonna kino escalate – so I settle into a strong alpha frame and the DHVs are all subtle. I’m not even sure what my goal is (obviously I’d like to fuck her, I just don’t want to jump through any hoops to do so) but I sort of settle on befriending, entouraging, and then letting her come to me over the course of the next couple of months.

We walk on to Pizza Express and things really change. She’s IOIing like crazy including an almost comical wanking of her glass of water – over and over again for about ten minutes. She pinkens a little, changes her posture to be more alluring, suddenly gets itchy around her neck. All of the classic non verbal signs. It helps that I keep dropping in casual conversation about fucking.

As we walk out she’s grabbing onto my arms and doing the whole doe-eyed please-protect-me little girl stuff (which I love) and as we say goodbye at the tube station she’s in a deep hug with me, face tilted up to me, lips almost touching. The kiss close was there for the taking but I’m thinking “no, you rebuffed me last time, this time I rebuff you”. She wants to come out again on Saturday.

When I get home she re-adds me to Facebook and messages. I accept and we have a one-hour chat session (while I’m also chatting with the Aussie and Italian). That gets more overtly sexual and it’s clear that she’s seriously turned on while trying to hold herself back. The classic forebrain-hindbrain conflict. The whole time I’ve made it clear I’m a player and pick up girls. Much of the Day 3 conversation was about technical aspects of game and me telling stories from actual sets. It kinda solidifies that central tenet of game – it’s the hindbrain that determines the lay, and preselection helps trigger it. Doesn’t much matter if her forebrain thinks you’re a womaniser, its pussy tingle uber alles. I’m kinda pleased to get this girl back in play.

Keen readers will be aware I’m field-testing a way to integrate Facebook into my game. A case in point is Sunday’s Lithuanian. It was a quick 3 minute close on Oxford Street the previous weekend and I didn’t really think it would lead anywhere so when she immediately accepted the Facebook add and messaged me I was gratified. I checked out her photos and started to get the first twinges of one-itis.

This is what I go for

HB: I was a little bit lost yesterday.. but nice to meet you too 🙂
Krauser: Yeah, you seemed a bit distracted. I sometimes have that effect on people 😉  I just had a quick look at your profile. Where did you go in Gran Canaria? I went there with my girlfriend in 1999 and loved the countryside – especially the cave houses.
HB: I was in Las Palmas, just for 4 days.. Mostly all my time I spent in the beach, but I was in mountains also, I liked too 🙂    So, do you like to travel? 🙂
Krauser: Yeah that’s where I was. We took a tour up through the mountains to have lunch and wine at the top of some cliffs. We could see for miles down into the valley, with all the trees and fields. Happy days.  I love travelling. I was in Chile and Brazil last year for work. Santiago is beautiful – it’s like an old European city, but with the sea on one side and the Andes on the other.  What’s your favourite milkshake? and don’t say “McDonalds”…..
HB: Nice 🙂 and I would like to go to USA this year, I have never been there, I will see how is going.. And about milkshakes.. Actually I prefer coffee :)) My most favorite is latte 🙂 And what about you? Are you addicted to mikshakes? 🙂
Krauser: I’d like to go back to the US. I liked San Francisco, especially the tram and Fisherman’s Wharf.  So you’re a coffee person? My favourite right now is a Caffe Nero in Covent Garden. They have those soft distressed-leather sofas where you can relax and nearly fall asleep. Nice. But I recently found a better place – there’s a lovely quiet cafe nearby in a colourful little courtyard. So that’s where we’ll go. How is your schedule this week?  If you’re nice, I might show you my secret milkshake bar later. The best in London 😉
HB: I am in London just 1 month, so I dont know lots of good places 🙂 would be nice if you want to show me :)) Actually this weekend I don’t have any plans. I just have to write my thesis… but a little break would be great 🙂 So you can write me to this number [redacted]

Note how I completely turned off the douchebaggery for this one. I’ve calibrated her as a shy nice girl (my favourite) and thus more likely to respond to mild DHVs and strong comfort, rather than banter and hellraising. The follow up texts were just logistical:

Krauser 1:54pm: HB. Here’s my number. Let’s meet tomorrow about 4pm. Study hard! 😉 Krauser  keeping it a little vague so I have an excuse to call to prevent getting stood up.
HB 2:05pm: Tomorrow sounds perfect ( Have a nice day and will try to study hard (
Krauser 5:17pm: Brilliant. I’ll call you tomorrow about noon. Nice guy frame but still leading and soft dominance. Remember, it was three soft dominance displays on the initial approach that built the attraction.

I call her at half twelve as I’m walking into town. It’s a glorious day and I’m feeling great so that comes across on the phone. I wanted to leave her hanging half an hour just to take her attention away from being the selector and suddenly thinking “is he gonna call? Am I really hot enough”. She answers with a beautifully musical voice and some shy giggles. I adore this girl already so I’m pretty much guaranteed to fuck it up. Later she texts:

HB 3:57pm: I am here and what about you? A bit keen aren’t we?
Krauser 3:58pm: Almost.  A bit vague, concise. Alphaness in a nice guy frame.

We meet outside the station and she’s dressed almost the same as the approach, which happens to be nice. She looks slightly like a biker so I tease “where did you park the Harley?” then walk her off to a quiet café in a closed-in courtyard. The things I’m practicing on this date are:

• Alpha body language, exemplified by lounging comfortably, slow movements and strong eye contact.
• Nice guy who is social and friendly to all around, but from a position of dominance.
• Providing compelling conversation including listening to her.
• Patience. Not railroading her through a kino-escalation ladder or somesuch.

Her English is raw so we can’t flow so well but I’m used to this and moderate my diction and grammar accordingly. I find girls appreciate the effort while falling into almost a teacher-student power relationship, which is good. She’s shy and demure. After the coffee I walk her down to my favourite retro sweet shop while telling the DHV story about my Grandad giving me pocket money as a child and me blowing it all on sweets then giving space dust to the dog (a great excuse for kino):

Krauser: It sounds cruel but it totally depended on how I talked to my dog [pulls her in to side-on hug]. I’d give her the space dust [had already given HB Lithuania some] and then slowly and softy whisper in… her… ear… like… this. I’d stroke her head, scratch a little bit behind her ears because dogs love that [I’m stroking and scratching her now] and just continue talking in a smooth… comforting… voice… that… everything… is… ok, it’s a nice feeling, you feel safe with me.

She’s never been to Covent Garden so I walk her round there a bit, taking in a magic show, the church courtyard and the market. Then we go to a pub on the Strand. It’s round about this time that the energy falls a little flat. I’m not sure why or how but I feel like I’m telegraphing too much interest and forcing the conversation, and she seems to withdraw a little. The whole time she’s been accepting my light kino and putting herself in position for side-on hugs (i.e. walking right up next to me shoulder to shoulder) and hand on thigh, but that’s all. I do a handhold that she accepts but seems uncomfortable – perhaps because her hands are really cold (they feel like ice) but just as likely I’ve done something to dampen attraction. I throw the hand back and say “you should put that in your pocket, you’re freezing.”

I cut the date short after two hours before I can fuck it up any worse. There’s no chance of a kiss close at any point – too bright, too early in the afternoon, too many people, she’s too shy, and none of her body language is putting her into a position for it. I’m wondering which tack to take, should I (i) plough, lead and force the kiss knowing that it was strong leading that won her over initially and she’s the type of girl who wants to rationalise sex by saying she was pushed into it so she can maintain her good girl self image or (ii) hold back, build strong comfort and rapport then make her chase and give off IOIs, knowing that at no point in the sarge did I give a direct statement of intent and thus she’s still in the A3 phase of having to make me like her.

I went for the latter. We’ll see. The fundamental problem with this set is she so perfectly exemplifies my ideal woman (well, her tits could be bigger but apart from that) that I was too outcome dependent.

One for the stash

Then she FB messages me to send her the photo (see above). I prefer texts so I reply that way.

Krauser 8:11pm: Yeah. Shall I just tag them on Facebook?  Because I want them on there as a pre-selection DHV for the other targets but also want to nominally take her feelings into consideration.
HB 8:14pm: If I am look good, then you can 🙂
Krauser 8:14pm: hahaha (  Vague. Am I agreeing she looks good, saying she doesn’t, or just teasing her vanity? Doesn’t matter – I just want her to think and invest.
HB 8:16pm: Ok… better send me by email 🙂
Krauser: 8:17pm: I look good in my photo. Yours is kinda cute – a little bit 😉  I’m the prize, but a light statement of interest to please her. I want her to enjoy interacting with me.
HB 8:19pm: Send me both by phone, I would like to see, I don’t have internet in my house.  Oh, she wants to see the photo of me too?
Krauser 8:24pm: I’ll try. New phone, so not sure how. Gonna exercise now…..  All true.

I’m pleased that I haven’t burned the set and the speed she replies to my texts, so I capitalise on the energy by calling up two other targets that have stalled out and get into two very productive conversations. I post the photos and then the next day:

Krauser 9:33am: Mornin’. Couldn’t send the photos by sms so I’ve put them on Facebook. Tag yourself if you like them.  Can she not tag them and thus betray insecurity that she doesn’t look good, or will she tag them and pass the compliance test? Doesn’t matter so long as she has to think about it and react to me.

It’s a glorious day. The first warm rays of summer begin to break through the dull clouds of spring. The squirrels scramble up trees as the birds tweet and the bright blue sky stretches across a sleepy London. I get up, have a wank, and head into town.

Suave and I are getting a little tired of Covent Garden street game and want to try something different. A day like this is likely to bring all the fair-weather PUAs out in force so we’d rather not compete for scraps in the usual areas. We head off towards St James Park. As we pass through Leicester Square I’m just chatting with no intention of opening when my favourite type of set goes by – a tall bitchy Russian. God how I love these girls. Suave fumbles with his spycam and I beat him to it, giving chase. He gratitiously falls back and starts up the long distance camcorder. I turn the girl and open indirect.

Standard leggy Russian M.O. – she looks at me like I’m crazy, eyeballs me and shows no smile or positive feedback. I know from experience that tall Commies give a really strong bitch shield in the first minute but if their feet aren’t taking them away from you it’s just a shit test they hope you pass. I plough and almost to the second she relents and opens up. I’m in.

I’m working on body language and engaging conversation and she’s soon investing. She’s a model – but I knew that the moment she caught my eye. I’m in set for twenty minutes and twice try a bounce. First time it’s to a cafe but she says she’s just finished a mug, then to the National Portrait Gallery but she says she’s going to the Tate Modern. I start walking her there but she wants to get a tube. Fuck that, I number close and I’m out. Good solid set and a better than evens chance I get the Day 2.

There’s nothing to see in Green Park but as we get by the palace and into St James’ I spot two nice girls on a bench. Both are hot but the one with reddish-brown hair is more my type. Technically I have to figure a way to hold myself so I’m not leering over them and then get sat down as quickly as possible without freaking them out. I pull it off in about a minute and they get well into the conversation. They are shit-testing really hard, test after test. I keep passing them but it’s wearing on me and eventually after about ten minutes I feel my frame crumbling. I go for an uncalibrated close, knowing full well my timing is off, but I know I’m running out of ideas. They ask for my email, which I take to be a “we’re done with you, please leave.”

I’m still pleased because it was a really tough set. They were slamming me hard and tag-teaming, and I nearly pulled it off. Over the other side of the pond I see a girl lying down reading Harry Potter. She’s got a nice red crocodile skin bag so I open indirect about that, saying I’m looking to get a jacket from a similar material. The main technical challenge is to get comfortably sat on the grass – not so early I pre-empt the welcome but not so late that I DLV by enduring discomfort in my neediness to talk to her. Again, I think I pull it off easily. After ten minutes she’s into it and moving her feet around in a suppressed pussy tingle so I take her for coffee.

She's my new project

The instant date goes well. I bounce her to a pub, then walk her over Embankment bridge and along the South Bank. We stop at another pub then I take her to a station and after three hours send her packing. In that time I’ve run some NLP (the boxing and rollercoaster routines) which hit big time, frame our interaction as her being the hot girl chasing the alpha (me), and we agree that although she’s a shy girl my new project is to bring out her adventurous side – nothing about her before she met me matters, when we meet she’s going to be a new wild girl just for me. If that works, I’ll put it in my Day 2 arsenal. A good day.