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!