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Saturday 30 July 2011

LR:The Malaysian daughter

             Its Saturday and plodding through a hazy hungover I jump on the tube to meet Constant traveller still tasting kebab meat and chilli sauce despite a thorough 10 minute scrub from my new electric toothbrush -thanks oral b, oral bollocks I think although in reality its hardly their fault.

              We convene at Waxy O' Conners and the hair of the dog tastes like nectar from the gods, its light sparkling refreshment perfectly complimenting last nights Turkish fast food flavour, aload of CT's gamma friends are showing up and I feel reclusive and unwilling but force myself to be social as we make conversation,I note the girls in the group are very low smv and I drift off for a second consider if indeed there is ANY limit to how much a womans stock is tied in to her sev..she's found a cure for cancer!! -still a 6 though.

               I approach a two set of girls and realise one of them looks even more hungover than me a genuine shame as being blonde and athletic looking she's definetly the hotter of the pair, we chat and as I'm about to go for the number she excuses herself and runs to the ladies bog..fucking English girl issues, bet this shit never happens in Russia.

               We walk to another venue an I catch sight of a group of young guys all in line in front of cute asian girl with big western style eye and a promising figure in front of all bar one, she appears to be ticking them off her clipboard as the young's take a momentary lapse in assing around to speak to her, I clock it as a casting que..I walk to the front of the line an open "Sorry I'm late, we can start now, places everyone" with a smirk
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Like this minus 1 to 2 points (probably 2)


She looks bemused so I continue "Me and 007 had terrorists to snatch this morning so I'm running late" absolute nonsense but I'm eye fucking the shit out her and her gaze is fixated..tension on the line!
Hb asian: I thought we were going start without you..sarcastically
Me: talk about failing at the first hurdle, anyway now I'm here wheres my bowl of brown m&m's and green kale smoothy?
Hb asian: I got them for you but drank them..
Me:thats coming out of your wages young lady..anyway whats the crack today?

Hb asian: We're shooting a infomercial blah blah
Me: "blah blah blah I'm hungover" when I sober up I'll take you out whats your number?

              Hb asian actually made me remove my beanie before giving up her number..its happened to me twice recently where girls have danced me into a corner where it appears to me clear they won't move forward without viewing my hair or lack there of..weird as some of the best guys are bald and most of us know bald men fuck just as many cards as us more hairy counterparts..but after pulling out my mop we swap numbers and I say bye.

              The text is fluid and we arrange a date in a court near Carnaby street (my favourite day 2 location) but 3 hours before it she cancels..but the text continues and she eventually confirms the rescheduled day..once again 1 hour before her name pops up on my phone..I get that sinking feeling as I pick up the phone.
Hb asian: I had to stay on at my lecture I'll be an hour late..
Me: Ok young lady same place 15.00.
Hb asian: I'm sorry I'm going to make it up to you..
Me: Ok its cool, see you later.

             She turns up at Oxford street tube dolled prettily and I feel a semi poking my jeans pocket as we walk down Argyll street,we get installed into the cafe and sip our alcoholic milkshakes that are even stronger than usual, those alco-shakes are an amazing glitch as they look as innocent as an ice cream sundae but pack the kick of three shots of tequila, we finish and I grab her hand and lead her out towards shaftbury avenue for venue 2 but we never make it, at a point on Carnaby I push her into a wall and we make out and its so blatantly on..she then delivers a line I've never heard before from any viable fackable girl-Lets get dessert at your place? I feel like a cat who's found an open window into the Elmlea factory and if my cock was hard before now its a raging Ian Huntley..with visions of the violent acts it will bestow upon that asian pussy and hopefully ass..the uber arrives.

              The driver takes an unhealthy interest in my extraction so mid sentence I stop talking to him and blow soft bubbles at my asian companion trying to cram in the comfort that I didn't get a chance to run on our short date..back at mine there's no messin' and I remove her clothes for her and she smothers my veiny beast in her warm mouth before demanding a ride..I'm in no mood to argue so I roughly spin her round and bang her from behind raw dog (later regretting this) until I feel light headed before releasing my nut accurately into her mouth..

              We watch some Japanese anime until 8 or 9pm she departs and its only then I gleefully run through just how easy this date was..why can't it always be like this!..was it my original pick up? because at the time I'd rate it a 6/10 against other ones I'd thought were way better..but with only 1 k-close in my last 4 dates! something was different here..or just maybe the game gods have a heartless volatile sense of humour and only sometimes throw you a prawn cracker!.

NB: Three months after this I'm totally gobsmacked when Tom the bomb tells me he has a solid asian lead from tinder.. after me requesting to view the goods I'm gutted to see Hb asian in a collection of very flattering pictures 1 point above her real life aesthetic..I tell him to get her talking about her pets as I remind him he'll be stirring my porridge if she fucks..which she did.

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Wednesday 27 July 2011

The Artist

HB:ESTONIA
Quick 5 minute set on Oxford st during the aaa event last month, I remember the hook was strong and conversation was effortless..my type of girl-creative,attractive,different..I like to bone please.


We swap texts and I arrange a day 2...she's seems intent on long text rallies that I hate before the meet but I have to get involved an they swing along plesently and I'm enthused to see her work I'd describe her art as experimental and I stare at the sky hopping this ethos extends to all area's of her life...
we text back an forth an she accepts my invitation on the 3rd try (92% of sales men give up without hearing the 5th no) We meet an I walk her to Chandos waxing lyrically about what Art excites me.. she says a line I like about how bland things can be sometimes and adding colour is the spice of life ect. that gave me a semi..so far so good as I lead her into venue 2 dirty martini, the scene inside is an eclectic mix of Essex boys and toffs so we sit round the back an I pull her in an go for the make out, she actually kisses me the first time an I feel her togue in my mouth then she rolls off every attempt after that, I eventually takeaway at the bar an try to picture a lion sturdy casting his knowing eye over the Savanna... but really I'm wondering if I've been cockblocked by the bacon/garlic tagliatelle I ate earlier.


I ping her a few days later an she responds then drops off...the chat gets going and she responded to a day 3 positively but when I talk about arrangements she goes ghosts...I'm reminded of Krausers Geordie voice once advising me "girls are just flakey"
bollocks she was fit as fuck!

Tuesday 19 July 2011

Lost in KOKO

  Games exiting mostly and I feel a sea of unlimited growth in front of me, its a sweet feeling seeing the  when I'm flowing, however the flow sometimes says no.

  Its Saturday and I'm drinking with Tom da Bomb in Camden..he waffles on about his latest Tinder success and I feel like puking, I did 16 approaches this week with only 1 facebook to show for it,fucking good looking guys...they piss me off (and so does my shitty daygame), we get into KOKO and approach some girls, I start talking to this short cute brunette who runs over to her friends leaving me looking like a tit, I do the best 'I don't give a fuck face' and walk to the other side of the bar feeling eyes burning lazer like at my back..I see a cute blonde in the corner next to the DJ, I approach her..

Me: Hi, you're waiting to make a request aren't you?
Finish girl: I'm not actually..
Me: Bet your choosing Abba and waiting for the kitchen to serve you meatballs..
Fin: I'm not Swedish..
Me: I'm (my name) -we shake hands
Fin: I'm (her name)..

                                                                     I out drank em all!

Some more boring conversation later she gives up the number but its feels flaky as fuck, she then walks off to her friends, I'm doing a great job convincing myself that she's just a shy girl an will warm up with some alcohol, that is until I glance at her group and realise Tom da Bomb is amongst them locked in with a girl who's at least 2 points higher than the Fin I just closed, I'm crashing hard here an resolve that its only early but that I gotta get laid! its out to the smoking area where the ratio is 6 guys and 2 girls, I open the girls with my now infamous lady gaga opener an its all good! until one of the Italian guys saunters over and puts his arm round one of the girls while kissing the other one, then grins at me with a 'fuck off' epression, I reload my 'I don't give a fuck' face but its getting less an less convincing now, I walk off with as much grace as I can muster and fire into 3 girls sitting down, their friendly but one of them casts passive aggressive looks at me until her friends get the hint and start giving me short answers. Opening the door to reenter the front bar I see Tom the Bomb step back with his girl, they were obviously just about to leave..he says "bye" an I get a chance to properly clock his girl, she's slim and tall with sharp features that any guy would pine to see his cock inside..I'm envious. I go into the bar an empty £14 in change onto the bar an ask the guy to convert it to cider an vodka, an hour or so later I'm steaming drunk. I see loads of approachable girls but they scowl at me through disgusted eyes..last thing I remember is approaching a group and being in a argument with a girl in a fancy dress costume, who calls me a "dick".

I leave thinking fuck my life...

Sunday 10 July 2011

Along & drawnout plateau...

I've worked hard in the last month, but this hasn't been reflected in my lay count...its a tough kick, but I do feel the progression in my veins,I believe learning in all things pursued  happen with respective balance between intensive and reflective time,so my chin is up..the notible things that have changed are:
-I'm opening in shops directly with closes
-I don't feel so outcome dependant in sets
-blowouts effect me less
-I see the problems in my game more clearly


My first infield vid..not a great vibe at all and she was married-not something I want to mess with, so no close but I'm adding this to mark where I'm at...:

Sunday 3 July 2011

Daygame lay Hb spain

What I love about daygame is the way you really get to see the girl in the cold light of day before you make a disicion to pursue her..
Yad stop..
Opener: excuse me you remind me of a jazz singer I know...then think of one who looks vaguely like her...in this case 


she hooked nicely and I pushed for i-date but she had to run..actually I later found out she was very nervous and had no idea how to act...
-note to self work to relax my sets more,


The first date..she flakes..then we resume the texting..


day 2.. her friend and cousin tags along and its a weird vibe...no chance of closing as I isolate her and she immediately informs me her cousin is staying at her place.


Day 3.. I meet her in a covent garden bar and her friend cockblocks me with thats so wierd you met on the street, I shut her case down & bail feeling pissed off..she has no idea how hard I've worked on my daygame ;)
day 4.. we go to a pub and I run standard comfort but I have an appointment for my new  band and have to split.


day 5.. she comes to my gig..when I escalate she runs off..but I get her to set up a day 4 with favorable logistics..IE:my local pub.


Before she comes around I tell her to bring wine..white..she complies and we end up doing salsa in my flat...after that its a case of making out leading to the bedroom..she has the sort of body I love,its tight and toned and really turns me on..abit annoying though as I don't have great sensitivity in my cock after alot of wine so the sex is mediocre, 
The longest seduction since I started game...

a new addition to the archive...