Polish Blond fail

            Daygames been hard lately, due to a stressful financial deal I'm involved with my vibe management has been draining me and going by my results the girls too, being turned over by lazy twats who need constant micro management has me shook and left my vibe is underlined with rage..obviously a huge obstacle, if I didn't know my mad skills I wouldn't be suffering.


                              

             My regular wing is in Lagos moaning about how he can't game, CT is having another meltdown and Cai's game has crashed since finding a tinder girlfriend so I prowl with noobs.

              For a long time I used to enjoy spazzing them out by pulling a fast number close or doing a high pressure open, but now I get nothing from it & I just want to get laid with quality totty not play dancing monkey to a boys club. Youngs & millenniums seem to lack the patience and guts to go toe to toe with the DG grind, I worry this will lead to the scaling back or dying of the daygame arts, guess this has its pro's and cons, pro's being less beginner street harassment and cons being a dip in the refinery and high calibre wings. I suspect the only way this stops is if some media exposure on the upside, unlikely with the increasingly far left British media, wait who's that in the pic below you ask?   you got it its my beautiful body language on Oxford st.

"you look like good girl who's been locked in a leather factory"

                      I'm doing what any self respecting heterosexual guy is doing in summer..trying to bang young girls, after a couple of ok sets to nowhere I see a tall catty blond staring at an undisclosed part of Soho square, I make chase and follow her half way down Greek street before jumping in front an telling her she looks like Snow White an accusing her of losing her 7 dwarfs..I note the sparkle in her eyes an label her a yes or strong maybe, the rest is downhill..we swap numbers an she parts saying "this was the best part of my day" always glad to be of service madam.

Her..(If she'd been hotter) 

                  Three days later when we meet up at Soho square and its hug an bounce to the long acre,I order her to find seats while I get the booze an we're off to a good start as she selects one in a dark corner..trying to build vibe, I accuse the barmaid about being an alcoholic and return to the table carrying alcohol and a smile on my chops, probing her sexuality, I'm met with rigidity but decide to pull her in anyway..she takes it but is holding frame and my senses are starting to whisper that this ain't happening.

              En route to venue 2 she says she has to get up early so I shove her into a pissy doorway and snog her placing her hand on my now hard cock..she rubs reservedly an I'm praying for a buying temperature that could rival a Kilimanjaro volcanic eruption, the kind that leaves Tanzania or in this case her work life in a chaos..it's my only shot at bundling her into the uber that I just ordered over her shoulder slyly..as the dopey worn torn countrymen uber twat shows & calls me instead of pulling up in front of wok-to-walk as instructed, I explain while walking that we're going for a night cap before I send her home..


HB pol: whats a night cap?
me: the last drink of the night..you gotta try my raspberry brandy
her: err I should really go..
me: Don't worry I'll get you home later..in one piece
her: erm erm I gotta go..walks away..

              Its burned and I walk home suspecting I escalated too fast an the only way I bang her now is if the gods throw me a gift, still my daygame did its job I tell myself while walking home wondering what kind of porn I'll watch later. +0