My Portugese wing Ruiz shows and we meet at Oxford Circus,he looks nervous as he explains he hasn't been pounding the street work much recently..after I pop a couple of sets I notice his hesitation and try to encourage him to stop resisting and give himself to the process..I've barely finished talking when a tall brunette hottie walks past and I see his eyes fixated on her young feminine curves...but he's still resisting and almost jogging on the spot in indecision..I eyeball him with a "just go" expression an he makes chase, I'm amazed at his tight body language and communication an how confident and how masculine he looks in front of the girl, hard to believe its the same guy that 2 mins ago looked like he'd need to run to the nearest cubicle to prevent the shitting of his pants..
Its a baffling but encouraging concept that your daygame is often a lot better than you think in your head.
Ruiz walks off with his girl an I feel the old conundrum of feeling happy for him and suppressing bitter jealousy at the same time..in summary "good work -cunt".
I later find out he had a near miss sdl with her and later rattled her 19 y/o Russian p/t model body..obviously I was happy for him. He closes a few days later-cunt.
After grinding out 9 sets my best of the day was a Egyptian teen number close who had sparkly eyes and vibed well but flaked after a few messages.
Moral of the story is always claim sets you see and to hell with your wings needs...it be dog eat dog bitchz!
