Everybody needs good neighbours...

            Haters be hating' and London living comes with a few other added pains in the ass, cramped into small spaces means effectively hearing a lot of other peoples lives, for example an Indian couple that lived below me used to have blazing rows in the small hours, Once I heard the guy involved in the rows say (in thick Indian accent) "I will send you to hell with my foot in your ass" which cracked me up. I learned not to get involved in the squalor of city nonsense, don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you (unless your between 18-32, female and like'in some wolf) anyway I play electric guitar and I'd like to provide them with no opportunity to disturb my regular jamming. So imagine my annoyance at finally closing a sexy blonde student who'd flaked numerous times only to be interrupted by a loud banging on the ceiling...fI've nearly finished but I find myself pulling out and feeling a rise of fury at the cheeky cunts, but student calms me down and I forget about it ! next day I get this:

Had me in stitches, at first...

                        The lazy or inept are always nosey and judgemental so I find it funny as fuck, c'est la vie I think, its just more social proof to have a giggle with and DHV myself with, but then a month later, after only one more really crap lay I get this.. 

Right get a brew on, this means war...

The abrasiveness of these sub IQ trolls makes me lose it, an head downstairs with all the determination of Hulk Hogan heading to the ring to reclaim his title against the undertaker in 91'. I wrap on the suspected pricks culprets door, no answer so I knock again, this time harder and I hear whispering inside but still no answer, theres nothing for it..I open the letter box and shout through "come out an talk..you know, like adults do", more whispering ensues but still no response, again through the letter box I bellow  "put one more letter through my door and I'll put one more fist in your face!" which does get a response informing me that the police have been called and I'll be arrested imminently, my reply was "yeah course I will sweetheart!" and  return to my night and wait for the filth, who unsurprisingly never arrive.                It would be natural to think I'm preening here to prove how successful a gamer I am..yup! but its actually bullshit I haven't had nearly as much adventure as previous years (largely due to motivation) an my neighbours before have been nothing but welcoming to me. Conclusion:  This country needs to apply a basic spelling test to its visa requirements. I need soundproofing.

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

Flashlight

            Have a listen to the golden era of music you read this, the Parliament understood.


                 The flashlight has been written about many times and its a pain in the ass.
It follows you like an escaped POW trying to escape the prison compound, when it catches you it feels like everyone watching your every move, its ruined many daygame sessions, particularly solo ones.

                Today you may switch it off briefly and turn in some solid sets that may or may not work out to be fruitful but you know it'll be back tomorrow as you are old friends.

                A close friend and guy once asked by Krauser to come out and wing him is now inactive, he even did a "kill AA event" with Sasha and now doesn't game at all due to his fear of the clubs..Flashlight.

Read this..but I still gave a fuck :( 

                     As everyone knows in big Cities no one gives a shit what you do, so why does Flashlight piss on so many parades? I had a student once who couldn't even ask a girl the time..when I asked why? he said everyone will look at him.

                     After a while of living with flashlight you get an instinct of when it building and it only takes an approach or two to dumb its power, if one of the sets goes well it will often vanish completely, and only then can the indifference threshold be crossed.

indifference threshold

                                      

    For a player that wants to turn off the flashlight follow these Shaolin steps to freedom:

1. Reach slightly outside your grasp, as the months and years go by you better be getting better, otherwise your ass is getting worse.
2. Live in a way that pays tribute to your talents, you gotta feed them as much stimulation as you can!, otherwise they'll die.
3. Never ignore the DNA tug, weaseingl some sets is bro big deal but when you get blessed with the fizzy nectar coursing through your veins, don't fuck about, just go.
4. Always have fun in game/life..you'll tap more ass, you'll enjoy stuff more..no brainer.

            If you feel shit its down to health,wealth or relationships. Which one is lacking? root it out and spend your time on it, the progress speed of its development will be much less beneficial than the mental boost you'll get from knowing progress is being made, no matter how slow it is.

                    "Just what you want to be, you will be in the end"

                                                                                                     -

Justin Hayward

     

The biggest Alpha

Its every gamers goal to be the biggest alpha that they can be..

wanna hit Oxford st?

  

why?
-Get more access to highest grade pussy possible..
-more control over your own life path..
-no one tends to fuck with you..
or is it a primal urge that has been scribed into us via thousands of years of evolution, that society has stifled over time and only a handful can coax out. Either way its clear that some Men are born with a character that naturally leads, and the vibe one gets from the presents of these select micro group is a unique blend of control,dicision and vision, so here I'm going to rank my top alpha. I worked for him for a year and the vibe that man carried remains the strongest influence thats stuck with me, obviously he's a role model that I've tried to simulate, meeting him when I was 19 was a good thing as strong male role models were scarce, and they still are.

1. Micheal Roux

          Micheal Roux is owner and chef of Le Gavroche  The sheer charisma of the man was mind blowing and insisted on your full attention al all times, his determination to task was intense. Theres no doubt bringing these qualities to the street results in a knee deep in clunge scenario.



                               

I'd be fucking good at daygame..

         I've been watching some Good daygamers lately and have noticed theres a lot of similarities in their vibe, its refreshing to watch, when daygame displays clean authenticity, charisma and dertermination the vibe is as mesmerising to gamers as it is to the bird on the receiving end, its simply pure. The authenticity of it can't be faked by Depak or any other random chump. For some people it can be achieved through natural means like Michel Roux or Steve Jabba but that concept is completely foreign to people like me. The rest of us needed the shrill dose of reality that a thousand street sets gives you to wake the fuck up.

       Gamers greatest weapon to combat 'Gammerness' is Daygame as its real world feedback won't let your train head in the wrong direction for too long.

LR:Russia with luv

           It's Friday night an I'm gagging for beer so I link up with Kay in Camden. The mans a phenomena..his game is the best and the worst I've ever seen, hearing him qualify himself in almost every set is cringe as fuck, but his social demeanour is undeniably cool and infectious, hiding your dick is no way to game or live though, and I tell him frequently  to seek out a Skeletor session or two even if this means a trip to the highlands.


           The worlds end is teaming with sets and we bounce round opening anything worth while, after a while of this I'm standing with Kay and Ruiz holding court with some American students, one with large bouncy young breasts that have my undivided attention, listening to Kay friend zone himself is too much to bear and it takes literally seconds before the girls start tooling all 3 of us, its tragic! an storm off like a childish pua who's unable to take the judgement of a random girls in his stride..


            Its then I see them by the entrance..two good looking girls both slim and dressed well (out of place in Camden) and hovering near the entrance, the shorter of the two has her back to me as I swan over and introduce myself. I don't feel the love as the taller girl explains in a north English accent "we aving a girls night", my reply "I love a girls night" ploughing on like a Glastonbury headliner who's just been told his last number was shit, the set eventually breaks and after a minute of verbally bamboozlement, I get a good look at her shorter blonder friend and I instantly fancy her and even think "I'd daygame that", an evil plan starts to form. 

She wants to crush the capitalist pigs..

            I notice Ruiz approaching and know I'll need to do the proactive switch before he gets hook, as his observation is non existent, spouting some crap I introduce Ruiz to the northerner an step over to the friend who looks shocked but intrigued (she later tells me she loved this move), it was smooth as fuck in my head but obviously wasn't in reality, in any case its eye fucking time an I find out this bird is Russian and owns a perfectly proportioned petit frame that takes me exactly a nano-second to decide if the doors open I'm gonna smash the shit out of, I'm moving her around once in a while and close the distance so our legs are touching, she basks in the sexual attention and soaks it up (a Krauser cat).

                                                    

           We chat more an swap numbers, and Kay shows and dominates the frame with his infectious vibe and sub zero game. I watch the girls starring at him, its all chill as I've already confirmed that logistically nothing is happening tonight as their en route to a party in Hoxton, I mentally note the northerner is eyeing him up like a cat eyeing up a fish finger, my suspicions are confirmed a few days later when I meet the Russian (27) an she tells me "(her name) well fancies your bald friend"..what followed was a short date at Shaka Zulu with a dirty touchy make out & amp n bounce to her place which is the nicest flat I've been to in London, this place was the shit, views over Camden lock and perfectly presented high grade refurb, all shared with her mentally unstable but hot an fuckable Ukrainian flatmate. I also learn I'll be the first to handle her new boobs implanted only 8 days ago, I treat them as gently as my horny hands allow and I spend half a second wondering if the scar is sore, but then bang her hard an cum on them anyway.


Not much game here, but one of those experiences that make you realise its normally hard and vicious out there, but sometimes games just fucking easy.

LR:Squirrels and cherries

           My hangover is rampant as I board the tube to meet CT in central, he's asked me to approach coach him an I can't help wondering if he's better off staying in bed as I know his adversity to hard unpaid work, a good job usually teaches men that unfortunately, skiving bastards like me have learned to learn our passions, I often wonder why more people don't find a way to do it?. I force through a set and grimace as I can't think of anything to say after the open. that was rubbish. An my mate begged me to teach him this shit!.

Look into my eyes..

                We meet at a coffee shop an its flat whites all round, he's talking but I hear the apprehension in his voice, I suggest we get a table outside and as we do I see a short latin cutee walk past..I'm on it and chase her down using a variation of the stolen from Krauser 'Squirrel opener' she stops and stares in my eyes like I'm a hypnotist, I suddenly forget all the wobbles and am reunited with my love of DG, I take her number..
                CT seems impressed and I am happy that I didn't bin off the session and stay in bed.
              Its a few days later when I meet Italian squirrel at the punch and Judy, she looks so young and small that I wonder if I'm in puedo territory. I'm relived when I find out she's 19 and new to the city, after a drink I try to move forward but she is firm about going so I walk her to the tube and ask her to text me when she gets home, she does..
 

                      looking for acorns under my neck..

                    We meet up at Holborn tube, we draw some looks from a group of bunny boiler mid 30's women, their irrelevant judgement ignored, its into the Shakespeare for cheap alcohol. Its bright and fairly loud an we squeeze into a back sofa & I play the questions game and find out she's a virgin, when she tells me this she says it very resolutely, as if its played on her mind a lot and she's made a firm decision, she tells me she had a Catholic boyfriend who didn't want to poke before marriage, Jesus I think, religion has fucked over so many lives, I pull her in and make slow chit chat and I am really feeling this girl and hope she'll fuck. The bounce back is shut down when she tells me I have to get up at 7am and I again take her to the station, we make out before she departs, walking home I feel the love for women flowing.

               My Boss gets me in the office the next day to give me a dressing down about some trivial crap and I sit as disassociated as a rape victim in crown court, listening as little as possible until he finishes his rant, definitely a bonus of street game, the emotional control I mean, people just can't get in your head as easily, Ive literally had people about to punch me and I've maintained my composure, I've found this either de-escalates the situation or makes steam come out of ears and they wanting to punch you even harder. Since getting beaten up to almost death (separate post coming) I stepped up my boxing and general fighting so this attitude barely registers in my ras.


                 I meet Hb squirrel/Steph at Green park tube after work and its a clear warm day so we lay in the park, its bloody nice having dates with a girl youthful and undamaged but I struggle to make it sexual but vow to at least try to get her back to mine this time, I stand up and take her hand pulling her up and start walking towards the tube talking to her the whole time,we make it on the tube and I am feeling fireworks going off in my belly..until she asks "where we're going?"

                 I tell her I'm going to show her east London and she takes it but I see cogs turning and turn up the sooth conversation, we change for the tubes at Holborn and I think "bollocks" as I find out the central line is having maintenance works and isn't running but she follows me onto the replacement bus service without a peep, as it trundles through east London I am talking the whole time trying to occupy the cockblock hamster so it has no room to fuck up my day/lay, my lucks still rolling as the bus actually stops right outside my house and I point this out as a passing comment and casually say "lets go get some water at my place its only there", inside my flat its still so chilled and I start wondering if this girl has actually got any idea whats coming imminently, we cook pasta together and I get her chopping basil and mozzarella telling her "English people make the best pasta in the world" its funny and also utter bullshit as anyone who's had the misfortune to have eaten my brothers lasagne knows, finishing our food I give her a few minutes and pull her in and we make out with my hands exploring her tits with 0 protest, their small but firm and feel great in my hands and this is illustrated by the bulge in my pants, I place her hand on it through my jeans and she touches me carefully, its all smooth sailing as I take her into the bedroom and start removing her clothes and whiping off mine too and she stares at my hard on with what I imagine is a mix of curiosity and fear, we make out and I put her hand on it again and touch her up, surprised by how dry her pussy is, I'm shoving my fingers in and can feel the warm dampness but its not getting any wetter so I think ok its had time now..here goes..I attempt to get it in but its painfully tight and with each attempt she looks like she's being stabbed by a kitchen knife, after persevering, this goes on for 10-15 mins until I give up and lay back encouraging her to suck me off which she does, its a toothy affair and abit painful so I pull her off in the end and get her to jerking it off, I want to cum in her mouth but she doesn't understand and when I repeat myself she says "No!!" so I cum on her waist instead, its satisfying lying there with a teenager drinking coconut juice,kissing and talking about trivial life stuff.

She leaves and texts me that night

"thanks for you being nice guy today,I'm sorry about sex was not good, good night x"

-very cute, I feel warm but secretly hope this doesn't interfere with my daygame progress in some way.









age difference alert?..










I don't have to work for the next date I know she wants to pop her cherry and we finally do it after 1 more failed attempt, we actually high five after the deed and she celebrate's saying
"I actually had sex!".

LR:ze Germans are cumming

"Its Friday night and I feel alright" as Montell Jorden once rapped before his mind was claimed by fanatical religion..my crew are subdued and are a mix of gamers and normals that all know me as the guy that try and sometimes succeeds in banging girls so I don't feel the usual weirdness some normals put me through if they see blowouts, makeouts or anything veering away from "normality".

                     I'm getting suckered into the lethargy so promise myself I'll get off the fence in the next pub, after stepping through the door I approach the first two girls I see with "you guys look interesting", they are leaning on the 'one armed bandit' as I accuse them of being gamblers who my mum warned me about, we have a vibe less 2 min chat and I return to my group, the normals annoying ask if I got 'blown out'?. Its all extremes with normals viewing game, get a number or lay and your God,get blown out and they recluse into the satisfactory reassurance that we're all wasting our time & dignity, drinks arrive an my compadres and I share some flat tasteless hipster beer..

                     I notice that no-one else in the group seems willing or capable of gaming tonight but I am horny and won't be lulled into their slothful in action. Outside the pub I commandeer a hired gun and start hitting on her aggressively..the space between us has the width of Tom da bombs cock as I revel in the sexual cockiness, she's giggling but somethings afoot until she shuts me down when I go for her number.."you can have it if I see you again" and adds herself on facebook..I depart catching up to the rest of the group outside a supermarket where Dave is buying cigarettes..its then I see her:

                     She's long and tall and has straight blonde hair down to her ribcage and despite her unflattering clothes her perfect skinny young body will not be denied. I gulp as I feel a strong and unmistakable DNA tug.. I walk beside her an step in front of her with practised effortlessness..

Me: "Did your silver shoes come with sunglasses?.."

Amy:"No"-very flat delivery but not at all dismissive.

Me: "I'm not sure my eyes can handle looking at them,I'll go blind!..your not English are you?"

Amy:"No I'm German,from a small place called Bremen"

Me:blah blah blah number close

Napoleon sindrome evaparation

                        Its at this point we are interrupted by a stocky black guy who hands her a bottle of beer and I greet him warmly as my group befriend him brilliantly..Constant traveler has the best winging skills I've even seen, despite his game hitting seemingly insurmountable brick walls he has helped my penis hit home more than any other wing and this night was just another solid example of our evolved comradeship.

                      The friend's integrating well with my group so we all stick together an I ease off the pick up and slot into the leading the group to a nearby bar to the chorus of "its your night man" I cringe at the over wingmanship here, we grab drinks I isolate Amy in the smoking area, she's shy but also hands down the hottest girl in the bar, the misery is evident in the boys eyes as the talent is of a shockingly low standard in comparison. She's showing curiosity but seems flummoxed whenever her dark skinned friend appears- which is often, I text Tom and explain I need a another venue an that we'll hang at the back so I can isolate her stealthily and he nods as I lead my new German following as if I was David hasslehoff an we get our coats.

                     The selected next venue is perfection with its dark corners and pillars everywhere my groups social skills manage to sucker our dark skinned friends attention as I pull Amy into a corner and tell her I want to make out (pretty chode but she's half a foot taller than me so unless I use a barstool she'll have to bend that giraffe like posture to accommodate) which she does and I feel a firm resolution in my pants that confirms I'm highly attracted to this young lass..

                        She uses the toilet and I find CT and explain I'm going for extraction which is a huge play I'm apprehensive about seeing as she's out with another guy who obviously fancies her,but I resolve I have to attempt..when she gets back we chill with our drinks then I pull the trigger and thats when things get a bit fucked up outside the bar. I'm now gripping my girls hand as I bid farewell to the group..


Me:Ok guys me and Amy are going this way see you later..

Non game friend:What you and her are leaving together? (Moronic calibration)

Me:Thats right,see you soon..

Dark German guy:Amy are you ok? want to catch the bus with me?

Amy:(looks confused) I'm alright I think..

Me:Yeah thanks man we'll be good, nice meeting you! and with that I tug her hand and walk her to a near by arches to harass her without distraction..she's shy but so up my street I feel like I've hit jackpot! Feels on as I walk her to the bus stop which is overrun by crusty lefty Shoreditch young's all probably drunk on vegan larger, I'm skint and don't want to cab it, finally the bus arrives and we jump on and I play music through shared earphones..I feeling as excited as jimmy Savile in a children's ward as the bus tours through east London towards my pad..


Back at mine we make out in bed and its going swimmingly until the period protest rears it fucking annoying head,I'm gutted but enjoy her wanking me off while I paw at her perfectly shaped 19 y/o boobs.

We smoke up and I take her to the tube in the morning (still unfucked), I close her for the first time a few days later, her body was epically beautiful.


2017 update:I ended up dating this girl for two years in an open relationship before her calling time on it..after her dumping me I fucked a girlfriend of hers. We often said 'I love you" to each other and I felt aload of hardcore affection for her. Despite me being the second guy to bang her the sex was amongst the best of my life,largely due to her hotness-a level Ive never previously had access to. I also gelled with her parents who liked me a lot as I think they felt I was a stable in her life?..here's us at her mums wedding-the marriage lasted 11 months lol.

She was wearing heels..I swear!

My wings silver bullet

              Life on the streets is rarely fair..this particular Saturday I'm out with S.E..I ploughing through 4 sets I start to feel my vibe returning with a familiar warm feeling, like the first gulp of hot chocolate after living a month long keto diet.

                                

             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!

LR:18 y/o deflowering

                I'm have posted this as a follow up to the Amazing boot camp...I learned a lot & put names to avatars that I'd seen around lss town...loads of cool guys there who I had never met and felt a sense of familiarity with vlad,diakaios loads of others.                 I'm chatting with Vlad and a Dg.com instructor when Jack Black asks if I'm up for night game..my answer is simply "I'm off work tomorrow"...

                So we roll into Piccadilly institute (third night running for me!) I'm with redsalsero & jack black, very cool wings-calibrated,energetic & positive.

              We all have gelled well on the short walk to the club and the vibe is upbeat as well as all having after boot camp syndrome..opening in this state is just good fun..

              We talk to everyone around and have a laugh on the dance floor, redsalsero does salsa and has slick moves, where as my moves are pony-my own dance floor frame is 'yes I do have dodgy dance moves and no I don't care ; ' Jack has his eye on a Finish brunette who is friendly but doesn't seem too open to any new conversational or socialising let alone sexual experiences but we banter with them anyhow and our vibe warms their frostiness quickly...

            Meet a few more people then open 2 Swedish girls...I'm not that interested in the hbswedishfriend, but I wing jack and I notice he is escalating smoothly, the obstacle (hbswedish friend) and myself talk about sex..I tell her I'm having regular sex with 4 girls (qualifying myself-when will I learn) and she calls me a bastard...I agree then tell her all the girls I see know where they stand, I never consciously lie to any partner-this is true I note that she is now playing with her necklace and has a sparkle in her eye, we make out.

             The club closes and we go on to the after party jack black vocalising his need to visit this club at least once as its called jet black ..our Swedish girls are in front of us by the time we leave, so are seemingly leading us..I am not bothered as we walk down the road I notice how amazing the dynamic is i.e.:leaving one venue then trotting down the street to the after party with the contence of the club- think I opened a mixed race hb9 with "you've got an amazing ass"-she looked happy!-making a note of this opener lol

            Further down the road I lean over an open some young Norwichen girls, hbviking1 is definitely one of the hotter ones..after turning up at the after party we que we are surrounded by previously opened folks, and I am indirectly escalating my girl hbviking2 while taking pauses to tell her real pickets of my life ect. I notice some of the que listening to our conversation and paying attention to my conversation and escalating body language with hbviking2.. yet I feel 100% relaxed this has only recently been the case and IS DOWN TO DAYGAME! night game pussies never get this, at the front of the que the venue is trying to charge so we bail and get round the corner to see Jack black making out with hbviking1 who looks DTF,the girls want to get their friend back from Jack Black but she definitely tells them she is fine via eye code! they return to me & Redsalsero & say thats she can do what she wants, the next time I look over Jacks leading her down the street..with that old field tested technique the piggy back, I crack up laughing!!cunt!! ;D

               Redsalsero & myself take charge of the girls and head to zoo bar, I'm hushing the girls worries about their recently extracted friend along the way, Hbviking3 actually turns to me and says "your awesome" I feel a warm glow being told this by an 18 yo virtual stranger and wonder if I'll get to bang her, we get inside and they go straight to the toilet without even looking at us, immediately I have negativity crushing my vibe, the best way I know to crush this is escalation of any kind, opening is escalation when you consider that your actively tying to use your dick.

               I explain my way of rapid escalating (basically 60 years of challenge) to Redsalsero, and then escalate a couple of girls I like the look of, immediately I start feeling in charge again..I start walking thru the packed dance floor and see the viking girls, Hbviking2 looks happy to see me again and is stroking her hair-cute, without any more chat we make out..later I'm told "I've never seen anyone escalate that quick" aint easy being a badass.

              I turn to see redsalsero escalating the same way..there is one girl alone so I am relieved when she gets approached and looks comfortable as idle girls cockblock the devils birds..

I lead hbviking2 to the side of the dance floor and we sit down & make out some more,there's a charged sexual vibe as I stare in her eye's and let it hang-she loves this but is clearly inexperienced, I verbalise this and again verbalise a bunch of truth's ie:

WW:I'm 32,how old are you?

Hbviking2:I'm 18

make out while moving her hand down my body…I sense she's getting off, but also hesitation-I verbalise

WW: have you got much sexual experience?

Hbviking2:I'm a virgin
WW:thats cute, your beautiful.. why?
Hbviking2:it never felt right..
WW:thats cool that you actually care that your first time will be special...does this feel right? escalate..
Hbviking2:yes..I feel comfortable
highly sexual make out with extra's..

I tell her I want her to come home with me but I am not being at all forceful the last thing I want is this what my friend Tom da Bomb went through the weekend before when an 18 y/0 bird came back to his room then promptly phoned her friend and mentioned she was being kidnapped..after she was kicked out of his house he rang me and we agreed-what a nutter.

The other girls want to find their friend and I encourage her to go with them...swap numbers.DAY 2
We meet at Camden where I am playing a 3 song show..
I was expecting her to turn up with friends so invited Simon Elder along to hang out but she turns up alone and I feel elated but also a bit guilty to my fuming wing as I isolate her and get the vibe going...I play my show and she enjoys it.
we leave the venue and are making out in the street..
WW:I'm going to take you home now but any time along the way if you feel uncomfortable or nervous you need to tell me ok..
Hbviking2:ok
WW:taxi!!!!

         I took this one very slowly and asked her how comfortable she was at many stages in this seduction..because thats how I felt she would become most at ease as a result at no point during sex did I sense any discomfort...this is very rare for first time sex-imo.       The next day Hbviking texts:I got back to the hostel ok,last night was incredible btw,thanks again. x

Very glad to be of service me lady. +1

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.

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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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!

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...

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...:

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...

Lithuanian hb9 catwalk model

A quick 15 minute close on leicester square,my state was great! and she was one of the hottest girls I've met through game..tried to i-date but fell through..partly because I didn't push it,I was A/C ing at the time and enjoying sharing value,anyway I set up a day 2 with her on the spot then leave ...next day I leave work early and call her...


WW:hi hows the sight seeing?
Hblithu:Er, hi,I can't talk right now..I'll call you back..
WW:ok I'll be free for the next 30 mins,bye


Honestly I thought that was game over as I had no time to strike any vibe but 10 mins after I get..


Hblithu:I have no credit,what did you want?


as you can see not exactly DTF just yet...so I leave it 1 hour and send back..


WW:I was at a loose end for an hour, but I'm with my GF now..meet you up tomorrow if I have time..


Hblithu:Yes of course!!


My game plan is to run with the disqualification then dhv to fuck...;)


after my last Model flake I'm not expecting a thing but just happy to be dating this calibre of girl. 
check this:

Moran's AAA event..approach coaching.

AAA event...in the morning I meet constant traveler and Tom the bomb and we get approaching my first 2 sets are awful and the first also had a massive audience..we keep at it and C.T gets a i-date after a load of approaches..I get nowt!  meet the lss crew and get my group..3 cool guys 2 of which I was out with last week, the demo set is  hb7.5 swede..an awkward stop due to space limitations but she hooks nicely and starts qualifying to me about her English..number close/facebook..from here its set after set and I can't remember the last time I had state like that..highlights included 2 shop sets both seemingly solid number/facebook closes and as a last set of the day hb9 lithuanian model who I set up a day 2 with and number/facebook close..all in all 6 numbers-although 1 was the wrong amount of digits, and 7 facebooks...what an afternoon..the only downer is I put a new memory card in my camera and it didn't work so I have no footage of the day..gutted.

Short and sweet...

Sunday's AAA event was cool as f**k!, we need to do another one soon..I've already been recruiting allies   

I find my group on carnaby street and am told I just approached "the girl from the real hustle" ..didn't really register as I have seen it only once, ages ago, good show!.

anyway 5 mins later my wing is on the phone but points to a cute girl, walking a dog, with another dog in her handbag.

Yad stop & open her with:"Can I give you a compliment"
"You just walked past me and I noticed that Your gorgeous and you like animals..your totally my type!"

she's laughing shyly and is flighty-I notice an unusual vibe (slight confusion-but not in the conventional sense)...
she walks past me then turns around side on and stops...

We chat about her dogs a little & she thanks me for the compliment,she seems slightly uncomfortable so I try to move forward but she's flighty so I attempt an fail a number close & bounce...My wing later informs me "that was the girl"-from the real hustle.

She had nice eyes & was hotter in the flesh generally tbf...

Ozzie's free talk..

So today I went to Ozzie's (RSD) free talk in Waterloo..it was inspiring and I not only discovered his Ozzie's website,I also took away more than I expected to...
the main point being something I hear Sasha talk about alot..challenging yourself to do things you are scared of...I am bad at this but I know if I am to change for the long term I need to be doing more...so I am compiling a list of things to totally fuck myself up...in the next week I plan to:


-open a girl on a busy train,in frount of loads of people...I saw Krauser do this effortlessly once so it can be done. (obviously it can be done but seeing is believing)


-open a dayset with loads of people watching.


-Make a complete cunt of myself somewhere...un decieded where or what to do as of yet.


looking at some of Ozzie's stunts was funny but I have to say that for him they seemed tame..but that is for him,I think he would have to do some really fucked up shit to challenge himself these days...run the train on the queen?

camden friday night

I hit camden at 8.30pm..I'm still fighting the crazy hormonal twitches I keep getting since I gave up smoking but I'm also kind of proud as I have usually cracked at this point..I feel positive overall...get in side the worlds end and I see Snake he's got a 1 set on the go so I leave him to it, I do a lap but there is only one girl I would consider fucking...and she's on a date with a guy who looks cool...

HbIran calls I don't wana answer but i think fuck it and pick up...we chat about her persponed trip to California, I'm gutted about this as our sex is boreding and her being away for a month maybe the right amount of time to renew my desire to fuck her..knew it was too good to be true.

we chat and I tell her I'm in Camden,

Hbiran:me 2 lets meet up?? unless your on a girly scout..

me:where are you headed?

Hbiran:electric ballroom..you?

me:not sure yet..maybe koko

I reckon she's was fine with me sarging but I wasn't honest with her in that moment, what the fuck is my problem,she knows I fuck other girls, I've even told her how I fuck them in great detail...mmm maybe we started to bond too much for FB's..No idea how to play it really.

Note to self:when this point in the relationship comes, pull back for at least 2 weeks..then hang out and reassess matters.

Tom the bomb arrives and we chat while watching Snakes game...we mutually agree that if there's still no sets in 5 mins we'll open the 2 fat blondes at the bar,  we see a 3 set coming up behind snake..there hb6,hb6 & hb7 ginger..I like the look of the ginger from the other side of the bar but I get over and open her and am immidietly disappointed.

She's hooking big time probley due to the fact that I'm not into her..I do the high energy comedy neg stuff (terry tibs from fonejacker) that I recently been using, the boys are locked in with one of the friends but the other looks bemused, I bring her into my set and get her talking..she's smart and knows whats going down...suddenly one of the friends takes flight and the other girls are with her.

Ok got some state now..I do a couple more sets,

I remember scanning around and note alot of guys standing in groups looking at me..clearly the game isn't as big as everyone thinks yet cause I see a lot of dicks in hands here.

 Ginger walks past so I reopen, ioi's are flooding..could have gone for the make out but I didn't fancy her..I then open a 3 set and they hook...more american's, hb ginger turns up and looks pissed that I have just opened her friends..

number closed a hot hb7.5 teacher from Canada but she did bf me at some point...

also number closed a hb7 german on the way to koko..

       

HbIran

I get in koko and it looks good loads of girls, go upstairs and I see HbIran  FUCK!!! she sits down and I look on as Tom the Bomb  opens a high 7 blonde with a white virginal dress on, I'm gutted but chat with her and her cousin before heading off outside.
I'm chatting to a 2 set when HbIran sits and smokes next to me.

I find myself explaining to my 2 set that my fuck buddy is pissed off now..I take HbIran to the exit where we have a token row, my state from here was effectively fucked but I got revenge by pearl necklacing her big titties.