It’s amazing how taking even a short time out from regular sarging can blunt your game. I suppose it’s like playing sport and coming back from the off season. Yesterday was an ok day but so many things felt unnatural. I’m back out again on Sunday 7th February with Wisdom and Suave.

Initially my plan is to blow every set by just pushing outrageous sexual escalation until I get dismissed – a social experiment to push boundaries of what my mind believes is possible. I’m fairly amped up so when I see HB7 Teen ambling down the street I open. She’s got the harajuku girl vibe with black’n’white hooped tights, Hello Kitty bag and other Japanese teen fashion though she’s obviously English. She stops well and quickly acquires a deer in the headlights startled stare. She’s tingling and IOIing but totally overwhelmed. My opener:

Krauser: Your tights are really striking. You’ve got a whole harajuku vibe here

HB7: Thank you

Krauser: My ex was Japanese. I used to love fucking her in the park near Harajuku.

HB7: Umm…. *pussy tingle leg cross*

Krauser: I’m out shopping for a panda right now, for my little nephew. He loves animals and wants to hug everything. I think it’s Disney that’s caused it. What’s that movie, the one where the cartoon zoo animals get lost and end up in the jungle?…. the one with the mafia penguins and cultist meerkats….

HB7: Um…. *hair twirl*

Krauser: Madagascar! I knew it *pull her in side on, hug, push her away. Her feet are rooted to the spot like she can’t move and doesn’t know what to do* You know pandas don’t fuck, right? [run panda stack]. Anyway, how old are you?

HB7: Eighteen

Krauser: Really? I haven’t fucked an eighteen year old for a while now. Cool.

HB7: Umm…..

It’s a weird set, like really weird, because her logical mind has got to be freaking out but her feet don’t move, there’s no body-rocking or motioning away, and she is just locked into my rape eyes like the eye contact itself has her chained to the spot. Very educational on my side. I probably could’ve got something out of this but I start to lose my nerve towards the end and let her go. Benefit of hindsight I never should’ve asked for her number cause that totally broke the sexual frame – should’ve just frogmarched her to a pub and see what happens [because of her age I wouldn’t feel right getting genuine isolation, it would feel like bullying, but a dark pub would be fine cos she would always know she can eject]. As I walk back to the boys I realise that my audio cut out ten seconds in so I’m gutted this one isn’t recorded for posterity. We have video but its far off and shitty quality.

Next I open a HB6 Czech and she gives me the “I’m meeting a friend in a minute” FTC which I parry and end up in set for about 7 minutes. She’s nice and chatty and I definitely hook good but then blow it with a number close gambit that reeks of beta. What the hell was I thinking? I see the attraction in her eyes die out immediately. I recover by immediately apocalypsing HB6 Thai but she’s not talkative and I’m stacking poorly. I think she’s just shit testing me to see if I can follow up the opener, but I can’t. She’s polite about it.

I decide to try a new opener. It’s meant for alpha girls – those tall bitchy Russians who storm along the pavement with mega bitch shields. I see a girl who fits the bill reasonably close, HB8 Brit. I jump in front with strongly insistent body language and no smile:

Krauser: Hey, hey. HEY! *point* Stop.

HB8: *stops*

Krauser: I think you owe me and apology.

HB8: *looks at me like I’m mad, but some doubt creeps in like maybe she’s done something wrong*

Krauser: I was just standing there, telling my friend a story. *points* Thenyou come right past, and you’re so hot I completely forget what I was saying to him. *smirk*

HB8: *gets it, smiles*

Krauser: So, you owe me an apology. For being hot.

It doesn’t hook, but she does walk off smiling. I immediately try it on another girl but it’s totally miscalibrated because she’s just an HB7 and is ambling along aimlessly with a light smile. This one is only gonna work on the tough girls. I’ll field test it a bit more before I buy into it. Took some balls to do it.

A bit later I see HB7 Brazil go past with a face like a smacked arse. She looks really sour and pissed off. I open direct but immediately reference her mood, then break her state and lead her to a fun vibe. She hooks good and laughs alot but I miss a few opportunities and after two minutes I’m losing the attraction. I get her Facebook (and she accepts the add later that evening) but it’s an uphill plow and I’ve probably lost the set.  I did get good audio to analyse and some interesting learning points – its a social experiment first and foremost.

My LTR calls to say she’s back in England, and then I open two more sets. A Brit 2-set fails to hook. I get some back luck when just as I open they were splitting into two different directions so I’m standing in between them and they are five feet apart with momentum going opposite directions. The bigger mistake was I opened them on a street that’s full of chuggers and Big Issue sellers and I didn’t distinguish myself from them – their immediate impression would’ve been I’m trying to sell something.

Last set of the day is fun. HB6 Brazil is wandering out of the indoor market and I open direct. We chat about five minutes and she’s laughing and IOIing. Sauve is the other side of the market doing his own video and with my phone for audio so I don’t capture this. Good set but again I DLV like a beta when I go for the number. It was right there for the taking.

A couple of days later I’m round at Jambone’s house and we analyse the audio. His advice is:

– I’m too smooth and energetic so the sub-communication is that I’m a guy that’s done this hundreds of times before, or a TV guy doing a show. I need to inject some nervousness and awkward pauses / undirected comments.

– I’m too explicit in the number close. I should qualify her and take Facebook details, then transition it to a number almost off-hand while I chat as I imput the Facebook.

– I don’t pick up on leads the girl gives on topics she wants to talk about. I tend to steamroller through with what I want to talk about. Several times girls gave me strong hook points for topics I could’ve explored and get a connection with her and I let them pass.

– Tease more. I am teasing, but it needs to be more fun and more of it.

– Slow down. I talk too fast. Whereas I used to talk too fast because I was nervous, now it’s because I’m excitable and full of energy. Either way, I shold slow down.

I should’ve had three more numbers today. Hook point was reached, attraction was there, but I DLV’d myself out of it. Live and learn.

Friday 12th February, 2010 in Covent Garden.

Eight months ago I did my first ever day game approach. I was shitting myself. I didn’t know what to say and I had no idea how to move the interaction forwards. The subtle arts of body language, hooking, NLP, stacking were all mysteries to me. Over the past eight months and 400 approaches I’ve hit the streets day after day.

I grinded this shit out. I’ve had moments of inspiration in the glorious sunshine of a summer afternoon. I’ve also trudged shambolically through wind, rain and snow to make sure I got my approaches in no matter what. Never once did I doubt that every flaw is fixable. Never once did I let the seeds of doubt stop me taking right action. Even when I was really struggling. Even when I couldn’t hook sets much less close them.

Sometimes you run an approach and you surprise even yourself. You look back at all the progress made, all of the distance covered and you realise you are getting good. You feel the tremendous satisfaction of claming a hard earned reward.

I had such a set on Friday. And I caught it on video with simulataneous audio. Heh!

Everybody has this inside them. It took me eight months and 400 approaches to find it. This is why I do daygame.

Saturday 6th February and I’m meeting up with Wisdom and Suave in Covent Garden to shoot a few in field videos. I’m full of cold and stayed home all of friday cos of it but when I want to sarge these things have a habit of receeding. We have high-faluting ambitions of recording audio on our mobile phones and then synching it up to the video later. That doesn’t work. Stupid Nokia files aren’t compatible with stupid Vista. Wisdom has a 1-to-1 tutorial student out too.

My first open is an apocalypse of a petite HB6 Brit Dancer. The open itself works out fine but I stack terribly and ask too many questions. It’s been too long since my last full-on day game session. Nonetheless she’s entertained and happy to chat. Next I apocalypse a 2-set of french tourists. Doesn’t stick at all. But I always enjoy the ludicrousness of this opener. My state is rising and the fun vibe is kicking in. We replay the audio and laugh. Third bite of the cherry comes with HB7 Brit Designer. She hooks good. Check out the video. She’s laughing right away and I move her around lots, get a close and eject.

Wisdom takes his student off cos he’s now ready to go, having seen three sets in action. Suave takes the camera and we head down to the piazza. I open a really cute, fresh-faced HB8 blonde. Really fresh-faced, because she’s got a secret:

Krauser: So it’s a saturday job [she’s on her way to] or is it your main thing? I’d have said you’re a student.

HB8: I’m still at school.

Krauser: School? What, like normal school?

HB8: Yeah, I’m 16.

Krauser: Woah! I’d have said you look at least sixteen and a half *she giggles, I look around mock-nervous* Where’s your dad? Is he watching? *more giggles*

Damn those age of consent laws

I decide to take the Facebook. Doesn’t feel right, or at least not till she’s had one more birthday. She’s less than half my age. But damn she’s hot and she’s giving me super strong eye contact. The girl is turned on. I let her go to work and then Suave opens his first set – number closing a cute brunette. I video it but a technical fault wipes out the file. I open a 2-set of Germans but can’t hook. We head to Trafalgar Square.

Not much happening down there. On the way back up Suave stops another 2-set but can’t hook. I stop HB7 Chilean but she’s in a rush to meet someone and I don’t project enough value to make her late. She gives me two minutes and she takes my card. I’m not counting that as a close. Then I fail to hook HB6 Brit – she’s just fucking miserable from the beginning.

Back at Covent Garden things improve. I get a long ten minute set with HB7 Welsh. She hooks good and I think I’m well in but she just won’t give her number. It really puzzles me because she was invested. See for yourself. And yes, I apologise for the mincing run. Gonna fix that.

There’s no failure, only feedback. Alert readers will compare this set to my succesful number close above and notice some striking differences in the vibe and body language. Comments welcome on a compare and contrast. We finish up the day with a few more sets each. Suave gets another number by chasing down an Italian 2-set that gave him an eye contact approach invitation. I stop another two girls but get early boyfriend defences so don’t bother ploughing. Then the four of us meet up in my favourite Caffe Nero to debrief. Initially I view the day as a bad one, going on my gut feel. But as we debrief I realise my bad days now are better than my good days used to be. On this bad day I achieved:

– Ten approaches in two hours after a two-month lay off.

– Number close HB7 22 yr old, facebook close HB8 16 yr old (could’ve taken number). In set five minutes with each.

– Every single girl I approached stopped and gave me her full attention for long enough to get out the opener. Of those ten, eight stuck around to let me stack.

– Some excellent third-person video footage to review to improve my game.

– Ten minutes in set with difficult girl who eventually opened up and invested. Got both video and audio of this so I can see why I didn’t close her.

– Great fun with good friends.

So I’ll be back out on Sunday. And just so you know I’m not only posting my successes, here’s a montage of every set I botched today. Crappy camera work, but hey.

Allow me to offer a juxtaposition between my weekend and my AFC friend’s weekend. The guy in question is 34, earns £150k, works out an hour a day, watches his diet, is honest, loyal, considerate. So a classic beta. I’ve known him since university and genuinely value him as a close friend. Thus it pains me to see him shacked up with an older career woman who dominates him completely while providing very little value in housewifery or her fast-fossilising fallopian tubes.

Thursday – We have an AFC get together in a City bar cos we haven’t all met up for over a month due to various commitments like kids, car servicing, in-law visits, overtime and all the other obstacles between an AFC and his happiness. The bar is typical of the area being a beta hell. Besuited Renfields and corporate drones drink pissy lager at £4 a pop as they try to wash away the banal emptiness of their lives and anaesthetise themselves for the trudge home to a nagging wife or an empty “bachelor pad” that has never seen the light tread of a hottie’s feet. Cackling yentas camp out on the comfortable sofa seats sucking attention and energy from the room, the flabby flesh of their bingo wings spilling out of their sleeveless low cut dresses. My friends chat about their problems and shattered dreams. They are actually quite happy because this is a rare release from the crushing commitments in their lives. They organise a darts game for an upcoming night. It’s tough because schedules fill up weeks in advance and permission from the boss women is required.

I take a call from my hot Romanian girlfriend, who is leaving work to drive for an hour just to lie on my sofa to watch a movie. She wants to know when I’m leaving the pub. I reply “Get there for eight. If I’m not home, just wait longer”. She laughs. I get a call from a nightclub promoter asking which tables I want comped at an event I’m attending. Johnny Wisdom calls to see if I can deputise Saturday’s day game seminar for him. My AFC chums are receiving nagging texts recalling them home.

I head home slightly inebriated. I fire up the PS3 and play Baja Edge of Control. The woman arrives and I send her in to the kitchen to make coffee while I finish the race. We order a pizza. Then I throw her in the bedroom and begin giving her one hell of a rogering. The doorbell rings so I pull out and pay the man, eat a slice of pizza, then resume fucking. We watch The Hangover, then she excuses herself and drives home. I finish Baja.

Friday – AFC chum is working late and then takes the long Underground commute to his expensive suburban nest for a quiet night in. I knock off work half an hour early because I don’t give a fuck what the boss thinks. I turn up to the pub where we hold the boot camp seminars. There’s eight students and we have eight instructors. We chill out watching TV and chatting to the bar staff. Then we pair up and take students out into the field. Perry and I have two Polish dudes who are a lot of fun to work with. We push them into sets on the streets around Soho and they get good responses.

I demo a few opens. Pole #1 opens a two set smoking outside a bar. I give him a few minutes then wing. I run normal DHV stories, cock funny, and so on. After we eject he is stoked, really liking to see game in action. I open an HB9 Lithuanian direct and hook, then at midnight Apocalypse an HB6 fashion buyer for a number close. Lots of fun and both students get numbers. The next day Pole #1 tells me he couldn’t sleep he was so pumped.

Saturday: AFC chum drives to Sainsbury’s for the weekly shopping, cleans the house, then drives the woman to the in-laws for a tortuous afternoon with bratty kids, slutty entitled extended family and other horrors. Like being back at work for an exceptionally stressful and unrewarding company. This is the life of beta obligation – no time at all to relax and do what you like.

I knock back a tequila while I dress then head into Covent Garden to meet the students at 1pm. We all go to a function room in a pub and I given them a one-hour presentation on day game. They are still buzzing from last night and ask lots of thoughtful questions. Most have seen my insta-date videos on youtube so I’ve got credibility and the Polish dudes are talking enthusiastically about their previous night out. My vanity is thoroughly satiated.

I take them into the field and we hit sets like gangbusters. My two guys are very motivated and throw themselves into set after set, hooking plenty. Literally not a single girl fails to stop. Polish dude gets an excellent long set with a French HB7 tourist. English dude gets two numbers including one Lebanese chick who says “I’d love to meet you but I’m going to get my hair done now. Let’s meet afterwards” to which he has a brain fart and ejects without a close. Upon hearing this five minutes later I send him back in – she’s gone so we find the nearest hairdresser and she’s in a waiting chair. He implements my instructions perfectly, which are:

Player: *walks in to salon* Hi. I was thinking about our conversation and I realised I was dumb for walking off like that. I like you and I’d like to see you again. Can I take your number?

HB Lebanon: *smiles, but a bit nervous*

Player: OK, look into my eyes for ten seconds *holds strong eye contact*. If you feel any nervousness, anything weird at all, I’ll just walk away. Its fine. No problem. But just look into my eyes for ten seconds *commence eye-fuck

HB Lebanon: *meets eyes, looks down after 4 seconds, giggles, gives number*

That’s broken down a barrier in his mind. He’s stoked, I’m stoked, everyone is stoked. We all meet up again and debrief in a pub over a beer. Everyone is reporting great experiences and pumping me for advice. Pole #2 has number-closed a Peruvian and we help him with text game. She wants a date later that night. I tell him to go for the date and he can come finish the boot camp another day no problem. He goes.

More seminars then we head into Old Street. One student requests me as his wing and he is a demon. He looks like a skinny nerdy dude but his inner game is surprisingly strong. He opens every set I lead him to and hooks every single time. He’s holding 3-sets, then a 5-set, then wearing the hat of the vodka shot girl, then stealing a girl’s seat – he’s absolutely on fire. His last set of the night he’s locked in to the bar while a HB7 Party Girl games him for half an hour. This guy is a rough diamond.

By 1am I get a text from Pole #2:  “I’m taking her back home…. Thanx :))” High fives around the team and as we leave to go home all the students are swapping numbers and setting up wing opportunities.

Sunday: AFC chum is sleeping in, taking care of the cat, and working on a side project for work. I wake at noon, have a wank, shower, then catch up on House of the Dead Overkill on my Wii. Go into town to do all my errands, read a book, call my family.

Monday: AFC chum is up early and at work. He comes home to some TV. I have the day off because I’m setting up a fashion show at a night club. I spend all afternoon chatting with designers, stylists, photographers and models – solving problems and liasing with the venue staff. At the evening I return and walk in like its my house. I network with everyone, introducing stylists to models to photographers to make up artists. Five of my targets show up and the team DHV the shit out of me.

We aren’t gaming. This is a legit social circle event so there’s no kino, no closing. We are offering genuine value. I spend all night in the company of cool men and beautiful women, coming home with a wallet bulging with business cards. I go to bed a happy man.

Pre-game the AFC chum would’ve been me. My weekend wasn’t just game game game. It was social activity with interesting high value people. It was getting out and about and making things happen – not sitting on the sofa watching Eastenders and X-Factor. Every single thing I did I did because I wanted to do it. That’s what game gives – the freedom to live life the way you want to.

Friday January 8, 2010 and I get dragged out by Burto and Tony T to Old Street. It’s cold, wet and dead but there’s some signs of life in Zigfrid so that’s where we go. Right away at the bar Burto opens HB6 Tall and her little Bulgarian friend. His attraction game is tight so she’s hooked quick but we slightly mess up the wing work. First he brings in Tony T to DHV him and she wants to learn salsa, but Tony is so funny making her do stupid childish dancing that it leaves Mick frozen out, losing value by the second. We realise the mistake and chat animatedly amongst ourselves so it looks like we have our own stuff going on. HB6 then comes up to me and tries to imitate my accent. Turns out she’s from some shithole English town:

HB6: Whey aye man! hahahaha

Krauser: Yes. Quite.

HB6: You are from Newcastle aren’t you?

Krauser: Yes. And you?

HB6: [shithole town]

Krauser: Oh, I’ve been to [shithole town]. *she leans in, interested* Worst five minutes of my life.

HB6: *genuinely offended* Wha….

Krauser: Yeah, I went to [nightclub name]. *smirk*

HB6: *laughs, smiles, attraction* Yeah!! I virtually grew up there…. *launches into story*

So I’ve accidently fucked up here, because I wasn’t trying to neg her so hard and wasn’t trying to build attraction. I was just trying to hold the line against her mocking my accent, which she was doing in a good-natured manner. So I bail as quickly as possible to leave Burto with the set. As Tony T comments later, girls only have so many “attraction points” to give out, so if we take some it leaves less for Burto. We move back along the bar. I open a pair of black chicks with an extremely disinterested over the shoulder posture and they hook, but they a fives at best. I try to make it up to Burto with the next round of drinks – I take his over while he’s in set with the HB6 and her tall blonde friend and say “Burto, here’s your drink mate. Do you want ice with that?” Ice is code for “isolation”. He says yes, meaning he wants me to fuck off out of the set so I go. Not before HB6 tries to rope me back in:

HB6: Whey aye man! Listen, how is this one? Byker Grooooove!! [kids TV show based in my hometown]

Krauser: Cool. Look, I’d love to judge your crappy impressions but I really have to get back to my friend

HB6: *grabbing me when I try to leave* Byker grooooooooove.

I eject, trying not to be rude. Honestly, it’s a no-win situation. If I stay, I steal some of Burto’s attraction. Even though there’s no danger of me getting the girl, there is a danger of me preventing him from getting her. If I go, I’ve just negged her and projected higher value and thus undermined him that way too. No-win situation.

Burto finally does a takeaway and comes to join is. I position us next to a three set of Polish girls and start asking Tony about his salsa. Mid-way through I lean over my shoulder and open the girls:

Krauser: Girls, just quick. Which is best – sexy salsa or professional salsa?

HB8 [target]: Sexy salsa! *smiles alot*

HB5 [her sister]: Professional salsa

HB5 [third girl]: Sexy salsa

Should have a better pic soon

I say thanks and go right back to talking to Tony, ignoring them completely. I can see them discussing us in my peripheral vision and within a minute the target re-opens me, asking why I asked. I root my opener saying Tony is a salsa teacher and he used to do a really smouldering sexy style when he’s leading the girl but now he’s trying something new and keeping things almost formal and technical, so I wondered which a girl prefers. I was phrasing it in NLP terms with sentences like “imagine you’re on the salsa dancefloor and we are partnered….. how do you feel when…..” Yes, I’m a horrible manipulative cunt.

HB8 is totally hooked and has this beautiful free and easy laugh. Her sister is more sour faced so I do the classic cold read routine of: “Oh, I see it now! You *points to target* are the naughty girl. You’re the one who likes to go out and meet people, do crazy things and have a great time. You *points to older sister* have to watch over her and make sure she doesn’t do something really dumb. I bet you’ve had to pull her out of all kinds of scrapes….”

This wins over the sister. By now my wings have moved in and I can mini-isolate the target by turning her back to the group, I’m running playful kino and adopting her as my kid sister. Classic stuff. We do a few takeaways too so as not to project too much interest. One nice piece is when a blonde HB6 walks past in a revealing toga-style top Tony just grabs her and escalates within about ten seconds. I make the same mistake with her as I did with Burto’s target:

Tony T: You’re a writer? Krauser here has written a few books

HB6: Really? *interested, leans in*

Krauser: Yeah, I used to [background] and I ended up doing a short story collection and a novel. Are you a proper writer, or just some weird blogger?

HB6: *likes the neg, starts qualifying*

This is turning out wrong so I’m looking at Tony hoping he’s going to come back in and save me, but he’s just watching. I find a way out and re-open the Polish girls. Then some gay dude comes over and rudely AMOGs Tony. It’s a hit and run which really can’t be defended because they are obviously good friends with the blonde. He just gets between them and pulls the toga girl away. She doesn’t want to go. Burto is our AMOG machine so he gives it ten minutes then brutally AMOGs the homo, and then again later. Tony gets the phone number. Of the girl, not the homo.

My Polish set drinks up by 11pm and heads off, but not before I easily number close my target and do the routine boobie-to-boobie hug. We soon try a new bar. I forget the name but we are in a normal lounge bar with wide open spaces and not many people in them. The only worthy set is three Aussie girls sitting inaccessibly in a booth. I approach, and damn I wish the cameras were rolling:

Krauser: Hey girls. What you doing right now?

3-set: We’re drinking wine… blah blah    *a “who the fuck are you” look*

Krauser: *brazens ahead* So what is the chances of you, you, and you *pointing* coming home with me *pointing* for a one…two….three…. foursome *holds up fingers*

3-set: *attraction, laughs* blah blah blah. *they’ve hooked, I sit down*

After five minutes I DHV Burto and Tony then bring them into set. We chat about half an hour then bounce them to a members club to a private room. I’m holding court with my DHV stories but for some reason I don’t work kino and the attraction seems to fade. Later on, Tony comments that I stayed in attraction too long and they got frazzled by the endless DHVs and cocky funny. I should’ve taken my target into comfort. She was really cute too. We exchange numbers and Facebook but the girls are only here for the weekend, being at Uni in Paris.

Aussie target

Humourously they try to contend that if I tried that opener in Sydney it wouldn’t work, and how it wouldn’t normally work on them. Girls, I’ve done it about 30 times and it’s only failed to open about three times. The next morning I start up the text game with the Polish girl. This is the banter over the course of a week, generally with a few hours between texts:

Krauser: You laugh weird!

HB8: Oh thanks, it’s good? x

Krauser: Yeah it’s good.

HB8: And you r very cool, you now???x

Krauser: We are at Last Days of Decadence now. It’s burlesque night. I think you’d like it.

HB8: Yes sound good :)))) Enjoy!x

Krauser: Hey! I’m gonna show you the best milkshake bar in London. Is 5pm ok for you?

HB8: Hey Krausie! That’s so sweet. and I need to work at 4 😦 Hope you good x

OK, so I put the Day 2 invite out and get knocked back without a counter-offer. That’s bad. I have to neg to recover the frame:

Krauser: I’m “Krausie” now?

HB8: Oh sorry in English Krauser??? it’s ok? x

Krauser: I’m just messing with you, [HB nickname] 😉

HB8: You messing with me Krausie???x

Krauser: I enjoy it HB nickname! Don’t work too hard   [OK, I admit it, this message was beta]

HB8: Krausie yo r so nouty :)))) Have a nice evening x

Krauser: I had a snowball fight outside work. I love winter!

HB8: Krausie I now a lot of fun :))))) So cold as well.. Xxx

Krauser: I thought you ex-communists liked the cold… 😉 Have you been taking photos in the snow {she’s a photography student]

Krauser: We are going to [cool club] tomorrow. Great bar/club. Come join us. Free before 11pm on guest list. Shall I add you?

HB8: Hi Krausie! How is your day?? Thank you for invitation but I’m working until midnight and later maby shrodich on my way home.. xxxxxxxx

HB8 [3am on Saturday night]: We r in 54, you. X

Krauser [two days later]: Still clubbing at 3am? Naughty girl. And I thought you were a nice girl….

Krauser: I’ll add you to Facebook. What’s the best way to search it – email?

HB8:  Hi Krausie! Ok so that’s my email [redacted].com :)))))) Have a good day 🙂 x

Burto reckons the 3am text was probably a booty call but I didn’t pick it up till lunchtime the next day so I figured I might as well leave it longer still to reply. On the plus side, while she was out partying at least I had a good night’s sleep after finally completing Codemaster’s FUEL game on my PS3………

** QUALITY CONTROL UPDATE ** This post was written while I was waiting for HB8 Polish to accept the Facebook invite and thus the only pic I had was from her profile. I assumed this was a bad photo because she looked so much hotter in the bar. Alas, no. It has now come to my attention that what I thought was a mid-twenties HB8 is actually a 30 year old girl of somewhat lesser beauty. Consultation of my methodology requires this girl to remain an HB8 in the description (as this is what I thought upon initially gaming her) but she’s more like a HB6, perhaps a HB7 if you factor in her lovely feminine manner.

This is why I prefer day game. What I viewed as an LTR contender is now a fuck buddy at best. Bah.

Wednesday 30th December and I’m helping Wisdom with his daygame tutorials again. He was my first mentor and remains a legendary daygame practictioner so I’ve enjoyed milking him for nuggets of….um…. wisdom. The rain is pretty severe and the streets around Covent Garden don’t have many sets. It’s not helping that the first student has crippling approach anxiety – he’s been reading material for a year and is still not approaching. Plenty of times we push him after sets and he just walks behind them for five minutes before giving up. Fortunately for him Wisdom is a more patient teacher than I and gently cajoles him till he finally opens a girl – and gets a good response. One hour, one approach. When I have him chasing a girl up by the station and not opening I just get exasperated and open her myself. HB6 Student is down for the New Year from Nottingham uni. She’s very shy and after a ten minute conversation I can’t close. Outside M&S I see HB9 Fur Hat go by and spend thirty seconds watching her walk by, wondering if I should approach. For the first time in months I actually wonder if she’s too good for me.

I’ve been working on an NLP approach anchor today. The idea is to put yourself into a desired state (in my case the feeling of excitement as a child when you’ve just gotten your week’s pocket money and are entering the sweet shop) and then anchor it to a kino, visual and verbal action. Mine is to place my hand on my heart, whisper “boom-boom, boom-boom” and in rhythm visualise a girl’s arse swinging from side to side. I do this and run after the girl. Normal direct opener.

I qualify her right away on her graceful walk and friendly manner, then neg her on the fur hat and coat she’s wearing. She responds brilliantly and is laughing alot. I run the panda stack and we are talking about ten minutes. She does some kind of PR work and is on her way back to work. I think the close is there but she says, spontanteously before I try for it, “I’d love to give you my number but I have a boyfriend”. Phase shift into entourage game and I seed the fashion parties and give her a card. Wisdom and his student are watching.

The next student comes out and after a long chat in Starbucks we get him approaching. On about his third attempt he number closes a little blonde and is totally stoked. Before long its time over and I follow Wisdom over to Regent Street where he’s looking to buy a new coat. I see HB9 Fur Hat coming towards me so as she passes:

Krauser: Hey!

HB9: *looks up surprised, smiles*

Krauser: Are you stalking me?

HB9: *smiles nervously, stops, dithers*

Krauser: I’m going this way *points*. Later *winks, walks off*

I’m discussing with Wisdom whether that was the right way to handle the chance re-meet, by re-opening but moving on right away while she’s expecting me to try to keep talking to her, when HB8 Japan walks past and the eye contact is long enough to suggest an approach invitation. I immediately give chase and open direct. Great response and she’s laughing right away. I do light kino, light negs, and drop a few Japan-related DHVs but without overdoing it. For example:

Krauser: So who are you?

HB8: I’m HB8

Krauser: Nihonjin desu you ne? [You’re Japanese aren’t you]

HB8: *delighted surprise* You know Japanese?!

Krauser: Hai, demo honno sukoshi desu. Mo zembu wasurechatta. [Yes, but only a little. I’ve forgotten most of it unfortunately]

She declines the instant date cos she’s on her way to meet friends. It’s looking really solid but then she drops the bombshell – she’s only got a week or so left in England before she heads home for good. Damn, she had tonnes of promise too – pretty, tall, slender, nicely dressed, smiley, feminine manner. Damn. I number close, boobie-to-boobie hug and then eject. I find Wisdom in GAP and then while he’s paying for a coat in River Island I open HB6 Korea indirect and Facebook close. I forgo the Jambone/Assanova text game on HB8 Japan because her language ability isn’t up to it. Instead:

HB6 Korea

Krauser: Hey HB8. It was nice to meet you. What date do you kikoku? [return home]

HB8: Hi krauser! My kikoku  day 10th Jan 🙂

Krauser: Wakatta [understood].  I’m busy tomorrow but we can meet soon

HB8: Ok c u soon :))

The next night we swap New Year greetings and I invite her out with a text on the Friday with “HB8. I will show you the best milkshake bar in London. Tomorrow 4pm ok for you?”. She accepts and then on Saturday 2nd December we have our Day 2. I meet her outside a pub with my shopping bags then walk her to the milkshake bar with her on my arm. I’m gonna always do this, as it’s like an immediate bounce and beginnings of kino / leading. We get a little booth and she’s loving the milkshakes. I flirt with the waitresses and do alpha body language. I run the usual stories. After an hour I bounce her to a pub and we sit side by side at the bar drinking beer. She’s totally relaxed now and laughing lots, pinging me on kino. I’ve texted the boys so I start getting DHV wing calls:

Jambone: Hey, DHV call. Boss me around [out of HB’s earshot]

Krauser: Thanks for calling. Tell me, did you take notes at the meeting?…… uh huh….. OK. Will you type them up and put them in a Powerpoint presentation and email it to me……… I know but it’s important so you need to do it tonight……… thanks. I’ll have a look at it in the morning and let you know what changes to make……etc

Just as I get off that call Burto calls for another DHV.

Krauser: Did you book the cars like I said?…… I think two should be enough. The girls want to come but I decided it’s gonna be boys only. It’ll be quite a challenging hike and we dont’ want the girls slowing us down…… Just get the best ones, the money doesn’t matter….

Burto: Why don’t you tell me to order the food too?

Krauser: I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you order the food too…… try Percy. I gave you his number didn’t I?…… he’s excellent for catering…. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m with someone right now. Just sort it out, I trust you.

I continue push-pull kino and we are both having a great time. I bounce her to a private members bar that is a fantastic DHV – the receptionist is super respectful and we are led to our reserved sofa in the lounge room. HB8 is loving it and before long is massaging my thighs while I take another DHV call from Tony T. I really go into self amusement on this one:

Tony T: Ok Krauser. DHV call.

Krauser: Is that Tony? How’s things……. yeah…….. me too. Of course, put him on…… Jay!!!! How you doin’ mate [pretending it’s my nephew. Tony is just chuckling]…… yeah…… uh huh…… really? a snowman? Was it a big one? Big boys have to build big snowmen you know……… The bullies did what?……. and took his carrot nose too?…… Jay, tell you what. Next time I come up I’m going to have a talk with those boys……. the army coat?…… yeah I think it’s cool too……. we’ll both wear them when we go down to judo…..etc

HB8 Japan

We move to the sofa infront of the roaring fireplace and she’s leaning into me, playing with my fingers and so on. It feels like a can’t miss and I’m cursing the fact she won’t be around much longer. Moran shows up with his new Mexican target and after briefly DHVing each other I take HB8 back to my place, but just to drop off my shopping and change my shirt. I’m trying that old Mystery trick of getting her comfortable seeing your place and showing restraint by not coming on to her there. She’s relaxed. I do the photo routine on my Facebook then we head out to Old Street.

At first it’s just Burto and Tony T in a pizza restaurant and they DHV me some more. We order pizza and gradually the rest of the guys show up, including Moran and his Mexican. Massive social proof and I can see the reaction in HB8’s eyes. We are five hours in to the date now and she’s absolutely in deep comfort, joking around with my friends. I am also really liking this girl. Finally she has to had off home, claiming some early meeting tomorrow morning. I DLV myself trying to organise the next date when she resists on account of packing and other excuses. Not horrible DLVs but I push harder than I usually would because of the time pressure. I also fail the kiss close. In the normal scheme of things that would be no big deal, but there’s so little time to work with.

Then we go off and have a normal night of sarging with a few interesting sets.

Saturday night and I’m at Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. There’s a long strip of franknfurter stalls, bierkellers, fudge shops and even an ice rink. Very German. You’d think the squareheads had won the war or something. Best of all, in amongst the festivities are dozens of sets. Tony T has a couple of students with him so before long I end up watching over one of them. He’s asking about two sets so I demo with 2-set HB6 Italian. Doesn’t hook. I go again with 2-set HB6 Dutch. Nice hook, I bring in Mark and we bounce them. Unfortunately he can’t deflect the cockblock and she pulls her friend away. No loss.

In a makeshift beer tent I open mixed 2-set HB6 Australian Blonde. She hooks good and the guy fades into the wallpaper. Knows her from back home, apparently. She’s well into the conversation but I’m not much fussed and eject after ten minutes or so demoing for the student. They are picking our brains on all kinds of things because last night with Tony was literally their first night gaming. Good enthusiasm and they try to implement everything we tell them. I’m hungry and go to the pizza stand for a £3 slice of margharita. I notice HB8 Actress come over and look at the pizza next to me. She seems to be looking at me a bit too, curious. I suppose my Russian fur hat, the fur-lined aviator jacket, and wildman beard make me stand out. I open casually, still pointed towards the serving staff.

Krauser: What pizza do you recommend?

HB8: Hmmmn. Let’s see *runs her eyes across the display window*. The ham and pineapple looks nice.

Krauser: True. I’m vegetarian though, so that’s no good for me.

HB8: How about this one *points at some vegetable monstrosity*

Krauser: I don’t like mushroom. It’s an evil food. I think I’ll try this one *points at margharita*

It’s very low key and casual. I’ve barely looked at her, much less turned towards her. I forget exactly how I transitioned but it was something really basic like:

Krauser: Anyhoo. *puts out hand* You are?

HB8: I’m HB8.

Krauser: Ooooh. HB8 is awfully posh. Private school I’d say.

HB8: *giggle* No. Well sort of.

Krauser: You must have middle class parents. You manner is very proper.

HB8: *giggle* blah blah.

I see my student loitering behind her, eavesdropping. I do relatively AFC resume-exchange questions but frame it as statements not questions, and add some spice to it. I qualify her on every bit of information she gives, like:

HB8: I’m an actress.

Krauser: Uh-huh. Have you been in anything I might have seen?

HB8: I’m in The Wolfman. [lists a couple more movies I’ve forgotten].

Krauser: Nah, haven’t seen that.

HB8: Oh no, it’s not out yet. It’s released early next year.

Krauser: What brings you out tonight?

HB8: I’m working on the [food] stall. *sigh*. I’ve been doing twelve hour shifts all week. It’s tiring.

Krauser: [snips thread] That explains the mess all over your jacket. I didn’t want to say anything because I thought you just had bad fashion sense. It’s all icky.

HB8: *self conscious, smiling*

The main point of interest in this sarge is how low-key and indifferent I am. My student commented later that it didn’t even look like I was hitting on her. Burto and Tony T both come in to DHV me:

Burto: Krauser. The boys are asking what we’re doing next.

Krauser: Right. Can you round them all up over by that stall. I’ll just be a minute then I’ll take you over to the bar.

My vocal tone was relaxed, slow and deep. I only occasionally turned my body to give her full attention, and I was constantly qualifying her in subtle ways, even when number closing:

Krauser: I’ve gotta go now. Look, you seem fun. You are fun aren’t you?

HB8: I’m fun

Krauser: I thought so. I’m headed back to Newcastle to see my family [lead into short “loves children and animals” DHV about nephews]. But you’re fun so I’d like to see you again. Can I take your number?

HB8: *excuse, but offers Facebook*

I leave it two days then add her. She accepts right away. From browsing her photos it seems like she has a boyfriend but it’s not obvious. No pictures of them being a couple, no “HB8 is in a relationship with*, but the same guy keeps popping up. Maybe an orbiter. Whatever, I decide the way forward is to build a non-dating vibe through Facebook, DHV, and wait for the moment to escalate. I send a message at midnight, and she replies six hours later:

Krauser: Hey! I took my little nephews to the cinema today. We saw a big lobby display for The Wolfman. Are you really in that, or were you just pretending to be cool to impress me? They were totally thrilled when I said I knew the Wolf Woman, and I’d feel bad if you tricked me into lying to two innocent little boys. 😉 I told them you were really hairy in real life too….

HB8: haha yes i really was in the [scene] where the wolfman comes in and [describes scene], but i doubt you’ll see me there was a huge crown of us, it looks like an amazing film though, have a merry christmas. HB9.

Krauser [three days later]: Aye, I’ll be watching it. Trailer looked good. I’ve been stuffed full with four consecutive days of homecooking washed down with flaggons of red wine. It’s been a great Christmas. I started a snowball fight yesterday with the local kids and that quickly degenerated into a melee and then we all built a huge snowman. Did you get up to much?

That was yesterday. If anything comes of it, expect further posts. Overall, it was nice to close a model and an actress on the same day.