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.

The chronicles of Whitewolfs pua adventures

Cringe reading but unedited.
THE BEGINNING...I finish reading the game on 01/07/10 from then it was a mix of influences.
The path to freedom in dating..  
I started game the usual way..ie:going to clubs and bars with canned openers and using them relentlessly,

I had very few routines or gambits and just vibed with the girls as best I could..this worked well for me and is actually what I have come back to recently..however I now see the reasons why this approach was successful: 
A)I was excited to be single again  
B)I had no outcome dependency as I was just trying shit out
C)opened everyone for reference experience. 


INITIAL ADVENTURES  
My first results were good,my first lay came in London after 3 month's game, I had been opening all night and was really buzzing..I was around 10 sets in, most significantly 
-- hb7 blond 2 set who both hooked and talked openly like we had known each other for ages-I number closed one of them and told them to join us later (they called but never came).
-- hb7.5 brunette who was alone in the smoking area alone,we had a short kiss close but it started feeling awkward despite her friend being the best wing women you could ask for,so I ejected with her facebook and number.  
--hb6.5 blond (recently deleted me from fb so no pics) who was my first ever Swedish lay,she was very easy going and as my state was amazing she qualified herself relentlessly to me,until the point of extraction where her one and only shit test came up: 
me: we're having an amazing time, I think you should come back to mine.. 
hb swede:that's the only reason u talked to me isn't it--mock outrage 
me:look what is this shit?? I know you want me as much as I want you--tone was pissed off 
Swede:yer your right,I'm sorry-can my friend come too


Her friend did come with a natural player in tow, looking back I made some big errors but my vibe was tight-I couldn't believe this shit was possible (even though she was a 6), I was excited. 
At this point I had been out of my 4 year relationship for 3 month's and was chuffed just to be meeting other girls & living with the realisation that I would indeed be fucking allot of clunge before I bite the dust.  


In fact the results were coming in thick & fast..here is a pic from a great night in Camden,this night I got 3 numbers and was feeling great,my target hbPorto was wearing a french maid outfit, hooked well I distinctly remember how this set went down, as it was a personal trophy for me, I have always liked Latino girls but have been unsuccessful with them (I always thought this was because I was blond and slightly effeminate-of course bollocks but I did believe this at the time), it was a pure banter fest until she randomly asked me about my parents--now at this point in my game I had alot of limiting beliefs!!, so I was lying allot in set (embarrassing when I think about it now) but I never lied about my Mum & Dad so I told her there both died 2 years before..the mood changed alot after that & I was getting IOI's ridiculously, but still using routines-begginer stuff, I left for a piss...when I came out she was standing in front of the toilets so I took her hand and dragged her to the bar, got drinks and made out..

 
I convinced my wing man Imweg to take the obstacle (hb6) as she was blatantly IOI'ing him,he was not happy but it was getting late so he obliged..we went back to their house and me & hb7.5 were so on, until the obstacle came in & told me to get my friend and I had to leave-he had not done a good job of convincing her he was into her enough...I was gutted-but pretty chuffed overall.