Moran calls me up with an invite to his birthday celebrations at a local student night. Apparently the beer is genuinely discounted (£1.50 a bottle) and the girls young and willing. So off I trek and meet him and Burto in a nearby fast food pizza shop. They’ve already warmed up with some light street game. After shovelling a quattro formaggi down my next I go back to the counter to get a fruit juice. There’s a delightfully smiley HB7 Italian serving. While fumbling for change we get into conversation and she’s either IOIing me or just extremely cheerful.

Krauser: If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from. I’d say…
HB: [cuts me off] I’m Italian [head tilt, big smile]
Krauser: Please don’t say Milan. I nearly got murdered there so I don’t trust them
HB: Really? Milan’s nice. What happened?
Krauser: [Milan DHV story]

Perfectly feminine (on the right)

We chat a few minutes then another customer joins the line and I head back to my table. I’ve done perhaps a handful of close attempts on register staff so it’s not really in my reality to just go for it. I’m sitting back with Moran and thinking “how can I close this girl?” A couple of minutes later she comes out to clean some tables within view and whether it’s a proximity IOI or not, I treat it as such and go direct. Facebook close, in keeping with my current field testing.

We walk on to a bar where Moran is meeting a PUA friend he’s been winging lately then we head into the venue. Before long Tony T rolls in too. Looking around I’d say about half the girls are worth banging, though mostly it’s because of their youth (estimated average age = 20) and thus they haven’t had the opportunities for self-ruin that a 30 yr old has. The guys are mostly nervous young AFCs and what mixed sets there are seem to be “we are in the same hall of residence / on the same course” social circles rather than couples. A bountiful playing field. Unlike most clubs, the music is perfectly pitched at loud-enough-to-dance-quiet-enough-to-talk.

My first set flops and then near the bar a 2-set of HB8 Petite and UB Who-Cares joins the queue. I’m talking to Tony and instinctively come up with a new indirect opener:

Krauser: Girls. Sausages and mash.
2-set: Uh, yeah
Krauser: Really. We were just talking [indicated to Tony] and we realised that England’s greatest gift to the world is not railways, or electricity, or football. It’s sausages, mash and gravy.

They are definitely interested in seeing where I’m going with it so I start painting a picture of the perfect Sunday roast with it’s sights and smells. I ask if they can cook, and how I’m gonna prepare a roast for my Grandmother next time I’m in Newcastle and so on. Some light kino and teasing then I turn my back and talk to Tony.

Five minutes pass and they are leaning on the bar having got to the front of the queue. It’s my round so I squeeze in next to them and reopen the obstacle with “I don’t mean to be inappropriate with the touching but it’s a tight fit here”. The barman accidently DHVs me by immediately serving me and I pass the drinks back to the boys. The 2-set is a little narked so I tease them and I notice the target is responding well. Once she has her drinks I pull her to one side and start some stronger attraction game. Her friend doesn’t interfere and leaves me to progressively isolate the target and within a minute I’ve walked her to a lock-in position at a wall ten metres away.

The kino is going great and she’s got her tits pressed up against me, head tipped back to look into my eyes, and my arm is around her. I’m in set about twenty minutes here and I notice we’re next to the queue for the lady’s toilets. Yes, I’m showing pre-selection in front of nearly every woman in the club, while they are waiting bored and have nothing better to look at – need to remember that for future isolation.

I take a long time teasing the kiss, by running an NLP sexual escalation DHV story about me fucking a girl in a parked car in the middle of a street party in Spain, and our lips are almost touching, her pupils are dilating but I keep pulling back. After a while of this I just lean in and kiss close. Some of her friends end up trying to get her attention and she wanders off to them, saying she’ll come find me later. Doesn’t happen, though I thought she would. Live and learn.

She's a live one

Every one of us is on form. Burto kiss closes some brunette on the dancefloor and Moran is doing his usual dancefloor / eye-fucking game. Tony is goading me into apocalypse opening a set and at that moment the tequila shots girl comes up to us so I do it. She hooks and ends up chatting for ten minutes before she remembers she’s supposed to be selling shots. I refuse and take her Facebook saying “look, I don’t want your number because I don’t know you well enough.” I’m actually surprised I get it because she’s the first shot girl I’ve gamed – and it’s a legit email / FB too.

Tony comments that my body language was spot on and I showed lots of boldness in the set, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

Later on we are standing on the corner of a thoroughfare and just grabbing girls as they go past. Literally, I grab a girl by the elbow, pull her in, look in her eyes and say “Kiss. Now.” While pointing to my lips. Doesn’t actually stick, but it’s fun and the girls don’t respond badly even though they don’t kiss.

I rarely do night game and usually need quite a warm-up before I hit state so it was fun to do a variety of sets in a completely different context and manner to my usual daygame.

Since I got my in-field tech sorted out it’s been really easy to put up vids with synched sound, thus I’ve been recording nearly every approach from the past few weeks. I guess peeps could be getting the idea that I’m cherrypicking the best ones to try and make myself out to be hot shit. Not true. Every approach is getting a mention whether it’s a full vid or just a throwaway “did another three sets that didn’t hook” comment.

But I guess it’s fun to see people fucking up, so for your viewing edification here’s a compilation of sets from the past three weeks where I completely failed to hook. Some of them were quite painful to endure – in a humorous sort of way, as I stand ploughing and thinking “why do I even bother sometimes”.

Point and laugh…..

and just to remind you I’m not totally shit, here’s one I closed earlier….

I ambled into town today and couldn’t get any wings out. It suddenly occured to me that I’m so used to having the RSG guys around that I haven’t done a full solo daygame session in months. Hmmmmm. After reading for a while in Starbucks on Oxford Street I walk downstairs and do my first set on the way out, figuring I might as well get some variety to my usual Covent Garden street game.

Very pretty and very smart. A rare gem of a girl.

She doesn’t really hook but laughs and smiles a bit. I’m working on AFC game today – decided I’ll not really DHV and I’ll talk about some nerdy stuff. Kind of break a few rules. This girl has just come from church and is pretty religious. OK, that won’t go anywhere, especially in front of her fellow church-goers. I try for the close and don’t get it.

Walking along Oxford Street I see a half-decent girl and give chase. Once I stop her I realise she’s super cute. Again I’m low energy and not trying to run DHVs. She has lots of residual momentum so she’s quite a tough stop. First I have to put both my arms out to block her. She stops for a moment then walks on so I have to glue my feet to the pavement as I turn and rely on the handshake to bring her to a halt (it’s a patterned response that girls find hard to refuse because it would seem so rude not to). She still tries to walk off but I can see the front/hindbrain conflict so I just call her back. I guess I’ve DHVed three times with the soft dominance and she softens a bit. With the benefit of hindsight I probably should’ve kept this set going alot longer but I’d let her impose the frame of being in a rush and once I’d stopped her momentum I didn’t switch gears and make it a full length set. Still, I get the Facebook and its real.

I only do three sets, because the last one turns into a 90 minute instant date. She’s one of those girls that didn’t impress me much initially and only just creeped above my approach threshold, but then once we chatted  her feminine manner took over and I found lots that I liked about her. She seemed to ease into talking Russian history so I just went with it. She complemented me on my own knowledge so I thought fuck it – it’s AFC day – so I start lecturing her on Austrian economics and the credit theory of money supply.  She’s listening really intently and starts IOIing me when I explain how FAS 157B gives investment banks the ability to lie about the liabilities on their balance sheets to pretend they are solvent. Hmmmm. Thanks Mish.

Here’s the three approaches edited down to a ten minute package.

In the spirit of videoing most of my sets these days, here’s a couple that went to Facebook. I’m field-testing the following pattern:

1. Indirect-direct opener: Run up to the girl and stop her direct but make the statement of interest oblique. So rather than say “you’re gorgeous/hot/cute” say “you’re interesting” or it’s equivalent. It still roots the opener and gives you a reason to be running up to her (which an indirect female opinion opener doesn’t)

2. Disqualify as a suitor and make your qualification of her on the close something that doesn’t seem very sexual e.g. “You seem like fun”. Do not seed a date and do not set a dating frame. Get the Facebook (lower investment for her than a number)

3. Rely upon Facebook to DHV you by having photos that hit the attraction triggers, a lively wall, lots of interesting friends etc. Facebook can be used as a passive shotgun Attraction / Comfort tool as the same material DHVs to all girls you added.

4. Post a tease on the girl’s wall to bait her into a playful exchange or two, reminding her of the original interaction and getting her comfortable talking to you again.

5. When she’s online, open up a chat. A bit more teasing, some comfort, mild seeding of a date but NO INVITE. Chat again a bit later, invite her out for the date.

I’ve only done this a few times so far (e.g. with the Black chick and the Taiwanese) so the jury is out on whether it’s a profitable avenue for game. We’ll see. Here’s two videos of girls I’m gonna try it out on. I wasn’t miked up for the black dancer so you are treated to a little music.

I’ve been buying all kinds of James Bond shit on ebay lately. On Saturday morning a clip-on cam drops through my letter box while Suave and Wisdom come round for some House of the Dead Overkill action. And yes, I have the Hand Cannon and a pump action shotgun. Who needs girls when you have Sega.

"What does a man have to do to pacify a bitch?"

That day is a washout but on Sunday me and Suave are back on the prowl. I only do a few sets. There’s three that don’t hook and then I get some decent play from a Singaporean air hostess and right after that a Georgian dancer. Both nice girls. The hostess takes a while to soften up but I plough and she starts smiling and investing. The Georgian is into the conversation from the beginning.

I did two dates in a row this week. The day before my second date with the black girl, I was out dating my new Taiwanese acquisition. It started in Covent Garden on the sunday afternoon, like it usually does. Suave and I are playing with the video camera when I see a cute little pixie girl walking past with a sad expression. She stops to look at a street vendor’s cart and I go over. I use the “three-finger turn” to get her attention then open:

Krauser: Hey. I was over there with my friend when you walked past and caught my eye. I decided to come talk to you and as I walked over I tried thinking of something really cool and impressive to say. But my mind is blank.

That did the trick. She laughed, introduced herself and away I go. Most memorable bit was when she said she was a hairdresser and I teased her on her haircut. That’s the bit where I’m circling her and examining her on this video  [warning: some commercial branding]

We get interrupted by the vendor when she overhears me seeding the instantdate at a nearby retro sweet shop. She asks us if we know some other shop and gives directions. I take the cue and lead the way. I don’t realise at this point but Suave is following me with the camera (I thought he’d gone off to his 3pm date). Finally coming out the sweet shop I see him locked in at a lampost so I stop my girl in front of him for a better camera angle.

I lead her off to a nearby Caffe Nero and get into the business of DHVing, taking her Facebook and so on. Suave shows up with his new girl soon after so we double date.

Not had a "throwabout" for a while

A few days later I pull the girl out onto a Day 2 with these texts:

Krauser: HB Pixie. We’re gonna have that milkshake. What’s your favourite flavour
HB Pixie: I would like to have chocolate under, strawberry in the middle and valala on top please. When?
Krauser: Tonight or Thursday. You pick.
HB Pixie: Emmm, I finish work at 9pm, would be too late I think, and I am not available until Monday. What then?
Krauser: Depends where you work. I was thinking 8pm, but 9 is ok if you’re close
HB Pixie: I’m far, I’m [zone 4]
Krauser: How long does it take to Central London? Can’t do milkshake that late but there’s a great retro members club that’s open late. Very 1930s jazz and art deco.
HB Pixie: Sounds fab, but take me about 35 mins get to the [station], if I can be there 10, too late no?
Krauser: 10pm is fine HB Pixie. We’ll have a couple of hours in London’s most relaxing bar. So the next question is – are you impulsive (tonight) or methodical (thursday)
HB Pixie: Tonight would be better, do you mind that I have leave at 12:00 because of last train?

Date goes well but she says a few biographical details that make me screen her out. It’s a shame, because she’s kinda cute. She also recognises me as a “player” within ten minutes. I just reframe:

Krauser: I’m not sure I get you. Do you mean [indicates left hand] I’m a guy who is successful with lots of women or [indicates with right] I’ve made a lifestyle decision to surround myself with pretty girls?
HB Pixie: I’m not sure which. I’ll think about it.

This was a spur of the moment street pickup and then after some Facebook teasing I got her out to an entourage night – though due to a mix up she couldn’t get in. As a general rule I don’t apologise to women because being the bloodsucking harpies that they are, the typical woman will treat your first apology as an open sore to be picked and scraped until it’s a large festering wound. My calibration told me otherwise in this case – I had, after all, persuaded her to get all dressed up, to bring a friend, and then she’d been standing outside in the cold unable to get into the club. So I apologised on FB chat but made sure not to beg forgiveness. My reframe went like this:

Krauser: I’m so sorry. I just checked my messages and realised you’d called on Thursday
HB Black: [immediate response]. Yes. We were really cold.
Krauser: I couldn’t get any reception downstairs. If I’d known you were there I would’ve come out to get you.
HB Black: It was awful. We talked to the doormen but they didn’t have a Krauser on the guest list.
Krauser: Yeah, we were there on [model girl]’s list.
HB Black: I didn’t know that.
Krauser: Look, I feel like I’ve been a prize arsehole. I’m thinking of how to make it up to you.
HB Black: I am thinking.
Krauser: OK, I’ve got a plan. I’ll take you out for milkshake. I know the best milkshake bar in London. Proper stuff from ice cream and served in big metal flasks. It’s like warping back to the 1950s.
HB Black: Sounds nice 🙂

So we meet outside a bar in Oxford Circus and I immediately bounce her to the milkshake place, walking arm in arm to begin the kino. She’s done herself up very nice in an understate non-slutty manner. We sit across the table in a booth.

Deceptively big funbags

The conversation goes well and she’s actively contributing to it and asking me lots of questions so I’m thinking she’s screening hard for a potential LTR. I have decided to put on a relaxed nice-guy alpha pose (rather than, say, douchebag game) because she seems quite educated and most of what she says has the subtext of “I’m not a ghetto whore”. I heard educated black chicks have a real chip on their shoulder about their slutty sistas but it’s the first time I’ve seen it.

I bounce her to my favourite members bar and we have soft leather sofa chairs in the upstairs lounge. It’s quite busy so we can’t choose seats – I’d have gone for side by side on the sofa – so kino would be awkward. To compensate for lack of touching I work more on strong eye contact, soft slow voice tone and an alpha slouch. She comments favourably several times on how relaxed (and relaxing) I am. She’s qualifying to me a lot but subconsciously. It’s clear that in her forebrain she thinks she’s controlling the frame but I can see the IOIs and her emotional engagement beginning.

My calibration tells me this is a slow burner. She’s so determined not to look like a ghetto whore that I think fast escalation would provoke defensive reactions. I lean more towards the intellectual side that usual and I rely on NLP routines to build some heat. It’s going well and I progress to handholding towards the end when I lead her around the venue and then walk her out. She’s meeting friends later (after midnight) so I get her to wait with me for my late night bus. I want to pull her in as we wait but it’s not quite there and forcing it feels wrong. Already the look in her eyes is the classic forebrain/hindbrain conflict where her rationalisation hamster is saying “slow down” but the pussy tingle is saying “let’s get it on!”

I continue on the next day (Sunday) with texts

Krauser [12:29pm]: Mornin’. I hope you found your friends ok
HB Black [3:00pm]: Hi Krauser, I did find my friends thanks, we had a good night. Hope your enjoying to sunshine.
Krauser [Monday 8:45pm]: I’m keen on Japanese next. Can you handle sashimi and agedashidofu?
HB Black [9:51pm]: Imm… is this your way of asking me out on a real date Krauser?
Krauser [10:16pm]: So what’s the technical term for Saturday?
HB Black [10:39pm]: Well for me Krauser it was very different to what I call a date. I guess I saw Saturday as two people meeting properly getting equated on friend level. Hand holding happened at the end, but its not something I normally agree to do! And your views r?
Krauser [10:44pm]: Then let’s get acquainted more on a date. How is Wednesday for you?
HB Black [11:14pm]: I tell you what Krauser lets get acquainted over a drink as friends and I will tell you if you have made it to the next round (date).
Krauser [11:21pm] I do drinks. I don’t do auditions.
HB Black [11:38pm]: Darling, you’ve already auditioned last week. And this week is your second audition, I’ll let u know if u get the part lol Wednesday will be fine. What time? 🙂
Krauser [Tuesday 10:15am]: I reckon 8pm. Central London. Good for you?
HB Black [4:54pm]: 8pm sounds good. How about outside [venue]?
Krauser [7:11pm]. Ok

Fuck me that was hard work. See how she’s trying to control the frame with her as the prize and me presenting myself for her approval. Fuck that. My instinctive reply to her 11:14pm text was “Nah, I don’t do auditions” so I typed that in but left it for five minutes while I had a piss and then decided she needed more velvet over the steel. As a general rule I’d recommend this text game strategy:

Always type your instinctive reply to a text message immediately, but don’t send it. Allow you’re rational mind to mull over that instinct. The message you do send will be 80% instinctive and 20% refined by strategic thinking.

As you become alpha, your instincts are usually to be trusted. They’ve kept millions of generations of your genese alive after all. An instinctive text is a pure authentic response and usually vibrates with the bottled power of your character. In contrast, I long thought-out text is stale and usually “gamey”. My strategy straddles both.

The second date approaches. I’m standing outside Angus Steak in Leicester Square and she texts to say she’ll be ten minutes late so I open a young French girl who is reading a book next to me. Very cute. I tease a bit and get her Facebook, then I see my date approaching so I wait till she sees us then say goodbye to Frenchie. We go to a nearby pub.

The vibe this time is really playful. I’m teasing and negging the shit out fo her and before long the educated pretense drops and she’s giving it the head roll, finger circle and “whateva” ghetto talk – and hating that I can rile her up into doing it. It’s lots of fun. We have a few drinks, then it’s done. I’ll probably see her again.

Wednesday night and I meet Wisdom and Suave near Piccadilly in an old school pub. Elvis is on the jukebox and the floor is packed with various strains of office beta unwinding with a flaggon of ale. We get a quiet table in the corner with battered leather sofas. We just know it’s going to be a fun night. We are a tight crew with unified goals and mutual respect.

My first entourage member shows up alone, the fashion store Aussie girl I sarged a week or so earlier. She’s tall, leggy and likes to banter. We meet outside and as I lead her through the throng she slipstreams behind me, grabbing my arm with some early kino. She’s soon at ease with these three new guys and my wings give off subtle DHVs in their deferential manner towards me. We head on to the club.

Inside it’s a classic guest-list only deal – not a single fattie. I quickly estimate about 50% of the girls to be HB7s or better and even the dregs are still passable. A throng of male model clones sit at one VIP table, an assortment of fashion insider men at another. Lots of party girls are flitting to and fro, some in the classic Essex-girl warpaint and fake tits. Wisdom goes off to find his girl.

A few free drinks later and I’m working awkward kino with my target. I say awkward because she’s into the kino and allowing some escalation but I can’t quite pull the trigger. My calibration is telling me that she’s not comfortable kissing in front of everyone here. Nonetheless she’s qualifying to me by trying to tell interesting stories (they aren’t – just Western girl stories about drinking and vomiting) and is easily isolated. I notice that throughout the night she stays within my protective orbit and shakes off the attentions of other men.

One hour in my two Koreans show up while I’m still in isolation with the Aussie. Not-quite coincidently Suave and Wisdom pick them out the crowd, get them comp drinks and put them at ease – DHVing me until I walk back with the Aussie on my arm. I’m thinking she’s fantastic social proof for a club because of her height, slim frame, and striking features. Her flaws are things you’d only notice in daylight (slightly worn skin) or in conversation (typical Aussie empowered woman bullshit masking a feminine heart). I then begin some mild jealousy plotlines.

I lead the Koreans for a while and we’re soon on the dancefloor with me picking them up and throwing them around, inducing much giggling. For ten minutes I’ll be with them then just walk off and engage the Aussie, then back again. It’s hitting – you can see the girls bristle with competition. Wisdom is working the room because when the club photographer snaps us, Wisdom befriends him and takes him round the club opening sets – thus DHVing as a socialite leader and also getting himself a ton of photos with hot girls. We spend time at the host’s table drinking her champagne and I’m feeling in good state.

I see two pretty Indian chicks dancing by the bar, looking around. Clearly attention seeking but they have a nice vibe. I’m in such good state that I open without any game:

Krauser: Hi. I’m Krauser

HB6: Hi.

HB8: Hi.

Krauser: Are you girls here with [host] too?

That’s all it takes. They’ve seen me at the host’s table, and with three different girls so the preselection and social proof is strong. Suave comes in to wing but I forget to indicate my target until five minutes in but upon doing do (I say to him “I’ll have to show you my new t-shirt” while I put my hand on the target’s shoulder) he engages the obstacle and pulls her away to give me isolation.

HB8 Indian is lovely. She’s qualifying like crazy from the beginning, leaning in, trying to impress. I’m sitting back on a stool and every now and then I say “Come closer, I can’t hear you” and pull her in with both hands on her hips. She comes closer. I start fooling with her. Describing my Christmas up in the North, I’m painting a picture of the snowy hills and the crackling log fire:

Krauser: You can imagine the view from the top of the hill, looking down over the valley and the forest. All covered with a blanket of soft white snow

HB8: *coos appreciatively*

Krauser: You know how trees are when the snow lies? C’mon on – stand there. Arms out. OK, you be the tree.

HB8: *giggles, stands in front of me with arms out wide*

Krauser: The snow rests on the top *touches her head* and then as you work your way down *drags fingers down her neck, shoulders and along arms to the tips* the snow is resting on the branches but you can see the green leaves underneath

HB8: *giggling*

Krauser: No, your arms are too horizontal. This is a fir tree. Put them down a bit.

HB8: *more giggling and adjusts arms*

Later she’s talking about how as a little girl she used to make costumes for her Barbie dolls.

Krauser: I’ll bet you played out romantic scenes with them.

HB8: nooooooo!

Krauser: I can see it now. You’ll have Barbie here, in your silly costume *indicates doll* and then you’ll have the Ken doll *indicates second doll in conversation with first*

HB8: *laughing, knows I’ve busted her*

Krauser: So you’ll act out the scene. You’ll imagine the guy doll is this really cool good looking man of your dreams. We’ll call him Krauser. And Barbie we’ll call HB8

HB8: *laughing*

Krauser: Then you’ll be all *stupid voice* “Oh Krauser, this is so romantic” and then “Yes, HB8, you are beautiful, like a princess”

After number closing and setting up a day 2 I run a childhood DHV story involving the old Masters of the Universe action figures. As I’m explaining the power punch feature I have her standing up pretending to be Skeletor as I adjust her arms, spin her upper body and make her snap back with the power punch.

The two black girls don’t show, or so I think. Four days later I’m checking my messages and I have two voicemails from her along the lines of “We’re outside but can’t get in. Can you come get us”

Oops. I see her on Facebook chat and apologise. I’ve projected enough douchebag already so I need to soften her up. She soon starts putting smileys in the chat and we arrange to have milkshakes later in the week.

I’ve taken a break from trying to set up an entourage as I figured I needed more work on the fundamentals. Plus, banging the Romanian has taken away some of my motivation. Then Wisdom calls me up and says one of the models he number closed last summer is putting on a launch party in a top club and wants us at her VIP table. Ok, time to rustle up an entourage.

I go with my recent leads, ones I’m not especially fussed over which are the following…… [romantic “meet” stories coming right up]

HB6 Black – I’m coming out of Meddlers bar at midnight on Thursday. Its a singles night so the RSG boys make an appearance to see how easy it is. Very easy. Only one genuinely hot girl there and Jambone closes her. Tony T has two of his tutorial students out and corals me into demoing sets. I notice I’m getting lots of attention on my shoes so I just open indirect with that – all the girls are here because they want to be opened, so it’s not hard work. I run through about five sets, hooking all but I’m not interested, when I finally lock in with HB5 Black. She’s loving it but says she’s not gonna bang me tonight and how I must be a “pro” because she saw me working the room. She had been tucked in a corner the whole time so I don’t know how she say it but there’s a valuable lesson in social proof. Later that night her chode boyfriend turns up so I reopen and do some heavy verbal escalation culminating in:

Nice legs too

Krauser: [to BF] Fella, you know what the last thing she said to me was when we were chatting earlier? “I’m not fucking you tonight” then she takes a call on her mobile. I’m left sitting there with a great rejoinder on my lips but can’t get it out cos she’s yapping away.

HB5 and Chode: [laughs]. HB5: So what was the rejoinder?

Krauser: Dunno, forgot.

HB5: [laughs] So you do want to fuck me don’t you [playfully, infront of BF who seems totally unconcerned]

Krauser: Not especially. Turn around and give me a look *she turns around, smiling, shakes her arse and kinos me*

Krauser: OK, shall I give you my honest, unvarnished opinion?

HB5: Yeah, please do.

Krauser: [to chode] You okay with this? *he nods and smiles*

Krauser: Mouth, pussy, arse, mouth, arse again.

HB5 & Chode: *shocked silence, then break out laughing*

Another set has an unintentionally harsh neg. I’m chatting to HB5 Brit and she’s blathering on about how she loves her job as a union legal rep because she gets to stand up to big companies. I say “you’re not even standing up to me” (she’s much lower down on her seat). She gives me a shocked look and says “I am”. I look down and realise she is in fact standing, she’s just really really short. Like a leprechaun. Oops. I apologise but am careful not to beg forgiveness. She can’t stay away from me all night after that. Anyway, the long and short of it is there weren’t any girls worth closing.

On the way home me and Jambone are walking down Charing Cross road when I get what may be an approach invitation from HB6 Black. I run back and find out. Easy hook and facebook close. I tease her on her wall a few days later and then she accepts the invite to this launch party.

HB6 & 7 Koreans: I met one cute little throwabout girl in Covent Garden in summer. Seemed like a strong hook but couldn’t get a day 2, though to be honest I didn’t really try. When I was at the fashion party in February she’s supposed to come but at midnight when we are packing up she hasn’t showed. Walking across Piccadilly Circus with a clutch of model’s outfits over my shoulder I see HB7 Korean. I open and she says she’s going to a fashion party that her sister got onto the guest list of. Apparently some guy approached her in the middle of the street one day and he’s organising it. Doesn’t take long to figure out who that guy is. HB6 accepts my entourage invite and says she’ll bring her hotter sister.

I'm praying to the god of threesomes right now

HB7 Aussie: I’m in a pub on Monday evening with 2 AFC mates discussing some drama a different AFC mate got himself into. I’m explaining how he did what he did because of a scarcity mindset (he’s hopeless with women) and how what you need is an abundance mentality. I say “For example, I know I can go out any time day or night and get some new phone numbers from hot girls”. At the precise moment I say it, HB7 Aussie walks past with her friend. She’s really tall and slim, almost six foot, with a lovely Kill Bill-esque fringe (the Japanese assassion girl). I say to AFC chums “like this” and run after her. Five minutes in and I number close, then walk back to the table with a big grin. I tease her a little on facebook and she comes along to my entourage night by herself.

I take this to mean "stick your cock in my mouth"

Lastly, after I did that coffee-shop sarge with HB8 Indian and an entourage night I met one of her friends HB6 Singer. She’s a fun girl so I’ve been working some light social circle game. She came out a second time but I never directly ran any game on her – no comfort, no attraction. But she’s 18, got good tits, and is generally agreeable. She’s been showing interest in coming out to stuff but flaked on one party and I flaked on another. The response I get off her this time suggests she’s really up for the night out.

Social circle so far

So, I head out thinking I’ve put together an entourage of six rustled up in under 24 hours. Opportunity for jealousy plotlines…..

Sunday February 28th and I’m out in Covent Garden yet again. Moran is really keen to get some in-field footage now that we’ve figured out an easy way to mic up so he drags me and Suave along for the ride. Not that I mind. We have a coffee and test the equipment but before long Moran is chomping at the bit. He’s walking down the street punching the air and jumping around, building state. It brings our state up with it. It’s not long till he’s launching into set and number closes a 2-set of blondes sheltering from the rain under umbrellas.

I’m mic’d up too so we are swapping the one video camera between us. I only do three sets but I get them all recorded. I get an excellent 15-minute set with HB8 Bengali. Actually to me she’s a 9 – exactly what I look for: 20 yrs old, dark colouring, slim, smiley. I hook big so I have fun trying a few things. Ten minutes before that I facebook close HB6 Chinese at the food count of M&S – not my usual location for opening. Sandwiched inbetween (pardon the pun) is a really cute HB8 Brit but that doesn’t hit at all. I catch eye contact with her outside M&S and by the time we’ve got the video running we’ve lost sight of her inside. I scour the ground floor and when I finally see her upstairs everything is wrong – she’s in the women’s underwear section (perv alert!), I’ve clearly been stalking her (perv confirmation!) and by then my energy is right down again. She humours me and sends me packing.

Don’t care. When the three of us pause for coffee I’m claiming victory on my Bengali set. Suave soon hits his stride. We are chatting about game and there’s a nice Brit girl seated in one of the sofa chairs behind us, reading. Suave is talking about some Argentinian girl he day-2ed back in Brazil over Christmas who he’s got on a Facebook maintenance holding pattern. She’s a romantic type and Suave reckons she’s falling in love. Naturally, I comment that means she’ll probably let Suave be the first to do her up the arse.

The girl behind hears. Not ten minutes later Suave opens her with the smoothest of situational openers, joins her, and walks away with her number soon after we’ve finished our coffees. He then rattles off another close on a cute Eastern European outside. To round off the day, my text game with the Mexican from Monday is hitting off and we set up a day 2.