I'll keep this brief, as I'm rushed for time.
Friday with LawGirl went OK. We ended up spending three hours together, which is a good sign. She said she wanted to do it again, which is a good sign. We didn't kiss, which is a bad sign. She had massive fucking barriers up, which is a bad sign. I text her once since and she hasn't replied (despite my telling her she was on probation for her bad behaviour in ignoring me for the last month) - this is the ultimate bad sign.
Anyway. Perhaps it was because once she started saying she had to go I arranged to go and see PsychoGirl, and she guessed I was off to see another woman. And see PsychoGirl I did. I got very drunk with her, and we had some great sex Friday evening and again Saturday morning. Saturday, got home, showered and shaved and then saw GermanGirl until Sunday lunch time.
And now I'm in the shit. On top of a busy week of working I'm moving on Thursday, and I've not packed. I have a meeting with a client at lunch time about a website, and I'm not ready. I have to complete my Tax Return, sell my car and get to the gym three times this week.
These women took up all my time this weekend. But. Like I said. I'm not complaining. I only wish I had more time to do everything else...
There's a very awesome dude called Steve Pavlina (www.stevepavilina.com), who argues that having a job is one of the riskiest things people do. Your salary is tied up to your boss and your company. Real wealth, sustainable wealth, can be more safely earned by creating multiple streams of income. This also means you can dictate your own hours etc.
So it's got me plotting and planning. Trouble is it would take too long to explain right now and I have to rush.
-B
Monday 28 January 2008
Friday 25 January 2008
Return of LawGirl
So here I am, working away (yeah - right, on a Friday with a raging hangover from last night). Out of the blue, LawGirl texts me "What are you doing later?". "Not sure yet, stranger :P", I reply. "Drink at 6pm?"
So now it's on with LawGirl... Seeing as she'd been ignoring my e-mails and texts since the end of December, I had written her off completely. Now she wants to meet up and go for a drink. I reckon she's probably bored and just wants to use me - which is fine by me ;) I have a knack of livening up the world's of bored blonde creatures.
Now, it will make fitting in GermanGirl and PsychoGirl a little harder - but I'm sure I'll find time for them at some point this weekend.
Roll on girl 3?
-B
So now it's on with LawGirl... Seeing as she'd been ignoring my e-mails and texts since the end of December, I had written her off completely. Now she wants to meet up and go for a drink. I reckon she's probably bored and just wants to use me - which is fine by me ;) I have a knack of livening up the world's of bored blonde creatures.
Now, it will make fitting in GermanGirl and PsychoGirl a little harder - but I'm sure I'll find time for them at some point this weekend.
Roll on girl 3?
-B
Monday 21 January 2008
Seeing Double
I won't dance around it, I'll just get straight to the point. I just fucked GermanGirl.
That means I've fucked two girls in a day. Previously I'd never have thought that possible. I mean there was a time not long ago that I was gagging just for any amount of sex - I certainly didn't expect to have sex three times within the space of 24 hours with two women. It's awesome. And better still, I feel absolutely great about it. The sex I just had with GermanGirl was awesome, mind blowing sex. I felt absolutely no guilt whatsoever (which I know I would have done in the past).
Life is great.
Though on the way back from walking her home I thought I was about to get mugged. From a distance I saw some punk cycling up and down the road on a bicycle. As I turn off the main road I see another punk loitering, drinking something from a can. I walk past him. Almost instantly I hear BicyclePunk turn into the road and he and OnFootPunk both start walking after me. I can hear them muttering, and then they starting ranting about money and saying "fuck this", and "fuck that". I can hear them getting closer and closer.
Bandit: Hmm, do I run? Well if I run there's a good chance I'll outrun OnFootPunk, as I'm confident that I'm a good sprinter. But no, BicyclePunk could catch up with me without any trouble. Ok. Just keep walking. Keep Alpha stance. Don't look behind. Keep walking, but walk a little quicker.
Bandit: Fuck. They are getting closer. Not far to go and I reach a bus station. It's empty at this time of night, but I can take a left turn towards civilisation and well lit roads. Damn it's late. There's no one here. But it's a nice neighborhood. Yeah, well that's why they're here dammit. There was a mugging recently, remember. Shit.
I get to the left hand turn.
And break into a run.
Because hey, as lucky as I've been today, why risk it?
-B
That means I've fucked two girls in a day. Previously I'd never have thought that possible. I mean there was a time not long ago that I was gagging just for any amount of sex - I certainly didn't expect to have sex three times within the space of 24 hours with two women. It's awesome. And better still, I feel absolutely great about it. The sex I just had with GermanGirl was awesome, mind blowing sex. I felt absolutely no guilt whatsoever (which I know I would have done in the past).
Life is great.
Though on the way back from walking her home I thought I was about to get mugged. From a distance I saw some punk cycling up and down the road on a bicycle. As I turn off the main road I see another punk loitering, drinking something from a can. I walk past him. Almost instantly I hear BicyclePunk turn into the road and he and OnFootPunk both start walking after me. I can hear them muttering, and then they starting ranting about money and saying "fuck this", and "fuck that". I can hear them getting closer and closer.
Bandit: Hmm, do I run? Well if I run there's a good chance I'll outrun OnFootPunk, as I'm confident that I'm a good sprinter. But no, BicyclePunk could catch up with me without any trouble. Ok. Just keep walking. Keep Alpha stance. Don't look behind. Keep walking, but walk a little quicker.
Bandit: Fuck. They are getting closer. Not far to go and I reach a bus station. It's empty at this time of night, but I can take a left turn towards civilisation and well lit roads. Damn it's late. There's no one here. But it's a nice neighborhood. Yeah, well that's why they're here dammit. There was a mugging recently, remember. Shit.
I get to the left hand turn.
And break into a run.
Because hey, as lucky as I've been today, why risk it?
-B
Sunday 20 January 2008
Field Report - PsychoGirl
I'm writing this after about an hour's sleep. I'm drunk - in fact I don't think I've actually stopped drinking in the last 18 hours. But those 18 hours have been awesome. This is the story...
Last night I get invited to go out with my mate Gold and his girlfriend, we'll call her ClumsyChick. I turn up at ClumsyChick's place around 8 o'clock for some takeaway Chinese food and what do I see as I walk into the living room... HB 8.5, blonde, 5'10. She will be called PhyschoGirl, for reasons that'll become apparent later on in the evening.
PsychoGirl has a dilema.
PsychoGirl: I'm supposed to be going on a date in 10 minutes, but I don't want to go. I said yes to it last night when I was drunk... but I'm worried that he's really short.
EveryoneElse: Eh?
PsychoGirl: Well, I think he might be short - I don't know. But anyway, I need an excuse not to go out.
Bandit: Easy. Tell him the truth - that you don't want to see him, or whatever excuse you give him will simply mean he'll keep chasing you tomorrow, and the next day and the next day.
PsychoGirl: No, I can't tell him that. It's too harsh.
(some suggestions of excuses)
Bandit: Hah, tell him you've just found out you're pregnant.
Now, I said this as a joke, in order to get a laugh - which it did. But then she suddenly thinks it's a great idea and texts that to him. He obviously sees straight through her crap and tells her he's angry that he's being blown out after driving for an hour to see her. She starts feeling guilty.
Now, this dude, whoever the fuck he is deserves an apology from me. By this point I've decided that PsychoGirl is my primary target for the evening, and so I proceed to completely demolish this guy. It works, brilliantly. I completely AMOG'd him. It was awesome.
She starts giving me IOI's, and then a couple of shit tests which I fly through without problem. I throw out some hoops and she jumps through. As we leave the flat I tell Gold, "It's on".
We go into Central, and hit a shitty joint before going into Soho. Soho I know well enough, and having had a damn good previous night out starting at Bar Soho (see Solo Night Out #2) I decide we're going there. We go in, and after getting some drinks Gold and I start opening sets. I'm shocked how awesome it is having a good wingman - Gold was superb. I'll skim over the next few hours, but here's a few highlights, before I get back to the main story:
Indian Girl Set
(open, banter, things are going well - I'm hitting on IndianHottieGirl and Gold is holding off cockblocking PudgyGirl for me).
Pudgy: So what do you guys do for a living?
Gold: We run a modelling agency.
Pudgy (walks up to me with shock on her face): Oh my god, you're that Calvin Klein model.
Bandit: Ah, well erm, yeah. But keep it quiet yeah - I get this a lot and we're just out with some friends and trying to have a chilled evening.
Pudgy: Oh my god it is you.
Bandit: Yeah. Well look, me and Gold are going to grab a drink, but we'll come back and chat you to girls later on. Just keep things chilled yeah, cos I hate the attention when I'm not working.
We walk off to the bar, giggling like school girls. Me, mistaken for a model? Awesome. Rediculous, but awesome (I'm seriously quite average looking - but it's awesome what the right combination of Peacocking and being Alpha can achieve).
Drunk Girl
I was chatting with PsychoGirl and I see a blonde standing against a wall giving eyeing me up. Hmm, the idea of a jealousy plotline springs to me. I glance back at the blonde. She smiles at me. Ok - 3 second rule. I tell PyschoGirl I'll be right back. I approach, heart beating like a crack addict waking up and realising he's in rehab. I fumble through an opening, and then realise she is completely and utterly drunk. I spend five minutes with her, get some moderate kino going, thentell her she's too drunk and walk off. My gambit worked - I get back and PsychoGirl is all over me.
Later on - being the cocky idiot I am - I go back to DrunkGirl. I approach her and stroke her all the way up her spine. She spills her drink all over herself. Smooth.
Bandit: Hey
DrunkGirl: Hey
Bandit: Look. Give me your number and when you're less drunk we'll get together and go out for a drink. Or maybe a coffee, seeing as you're a raging alcoholic.
DrunkGirl: I can't. My boyfriend is standing next to us.
Bandit: Ah, fuck him. (I start telling her the story about the two people who meet in the street, and the instantly fall for each other, but decide they'll leave it to fate and that if it's meant to be they'll meet again at random, when suddenly)
DrunkGirl'sBoyFriend: WHAT THE FUCK?!
I look up, and this big motherfucker is towering down over us, clearly pissed off that I've got my arm around his bird. Ah well. I tell him fair enough, and walk away. Poor DrunkGirl gets shouted at for a while.
DanishGirls
This is a pretty minor one, but I number closed HB9 in a set of Danish girls in under two minutes. Today I text her, and she text back. Again Gold went down the "we own a modelling agency" route - they loved it. Anyway, I've tried the "Maybe we should go for a drink" line, so let's see what happens. (edit - in the time it's taken to write this she's texted back and apparently she can't because she's "seeing someone". I'll have to put an end to that. To be concluded...).
Back to the story. At about 1am, Gold and ClumsyChick head on back home, leaving me with PsychoGirl. I instantly start escalating and I know it's on. We stay until closing time, during which time I ran an awesome "We're getting married" role play thing - including me shouting to everyone to be quiet and then proposing to her in front of the entire club. She loved it. Too much. The Psycho part of PsychoGirl's name starts to emerge as she then becomes hooked on this theme and starts outlining every single detail of our wedding. For hours. I play along, because hey, why not. I bounce us to another club, and then on home back to hers.
I had the most dominant frame I've ever had. PsychoGirl is an only child and tells me she always gets her own way. Not with me she doesn't. I pass shit test after shit test and refuse every single hoop she throws at me. She jumps into a ton of mine. I keep my awesome strong frame. At points she get's shitty, and I walk away - she follows. This stuff is so counter-intuitive for me at times, but I stuck with it and it worked wonders. The old AFC me could never have done this.
Anyway, we're waiting for the bus and not one but two people try and AMOG me. I destroy them. I show them a side of myself that makes them redefine their understanding of the concept Alpha Male. It was awesome. PsychoGirl loves it. On the bus I carry on. PsychoGirl brings up our wedding again and I start getting the entire bus to contribute ideas (and it's a bendy bus, fucking huge and packed). When we got off I told everyone to wish us a happy wedding and took a bow. People clap and cheer. I've never seen anything like this in London.
We start walking home and I get my final shit test. This one almost beats me, and earns PsychoGirl her name good and proper. If you've read this far then this is the highlight, as it's fucked up beyond anything I've experienced before. Ever.
PsychoGirl: Hey, did I tell you my funny story about my ex's penis.
Bandit: What the fuck?
PsychoGirl: Yeah, well I have this weird thing with my jaw, where when someone touches the wrong part of it my jaw clamps down. Well, with my ex, I was giving him a blow job and he touched that part and I just clamped down. Hard. (she makes a clamping motion with her jaw). There was blood everywhere. He had to have 8 stitches. It was so funny, I couldn't stop laughing. I mean I know it wasn't funny, but it was so funny.
Bandit: ...
I'll tell you what - it was hard fucking work getting it up with that story in the back of my mind. Fortunately I have a thing for psychotic girls - so I was able to see past it. We fucked till dawn. I fell asleep for about an hour, then she woke me up for more.
Nothing short of awesome.
However - she is a psycho. I think my best bet is to cut and run. Sure I'll call her, and sure she's gorgeous - but the thought of eight teeth shaped stitches in my cock means that now the moment is over I am never going back there again.
On a final note, I am now legally engaged to her. Thank fuck we weren't in Vegas.
Last night I get invited to go out with my mate Gold and his girlfriend, we'll call her ClumsyChick. I turn up at ClumsyChick's place around 8 o'clock for some takeaway Chinese food and what do I see as I walk into the living room... HB 8.5, blonde, 5'10. She will be called PhyschoGirl, for reasons that'll become apparent later on in the evening.
PsychoGirl has a dilema.
PsychoGirl: I'm supposed to be going on a date in 10 minutes, but I don't want to go. I said yes to it last night when I was drunk... but I'm worried that he's really short.
EveryoneElse: Eh?
PsychoGirl: Well, I think he might be short - I don't know. But anyway, I need an excuse not to go out.
Bandit: Easy. Tell him the truth - that you don't want to see him, or whatever excuse you give him will simply mean he'll keep chasing you tomorrow, and the next day and the next day.
PsychoGirl: No, I can't tell him that. It's too harsh.
(some suggestions of excuses)
Bandit: Hah, tell him you've just found out you're pregnant.
Now, I said this as a joke, in order to get a laugh - which it did. But then she suddenly thinks it's a great idea and texts that to him. He obviously sees straight through her crap and tells her he's angry that he's being blown out after driving for an hour to see her. She starts feeling guilty.
Now, this dude, whoever the fuck he is deserves an apology from me. By this point I've decided that PsychoGirl is my primary target for the evening, and so I proceed to completely demolish this guy. It works, brilliantly. I completely AMOG'd him. It was awesome.
She starts giving me IOI's, and then a couple of shit tests which I fly through without problem. I throw out some hoops and she jumps through. As we leave the flat I tell Gold, "It's on".
We go into Central, and hit a shitty joint before going into Soho. Soho I know well enough, and having had a damn good previous night out starting at Bar Soho (see Solo Night Out #2) I decide we're going there. We go in, and after getting some drinks Gold and I start opening sets. I'm shocked how awesome it is having a good wingman - Gold was superb. I'll skim over the next few hours, but here's a few highlights, before I get back to the main story:
Indian Girl Set
(open, banter, things are going well - I'm hitting on IndianHottieGirl and Gold is holding off cockblocking PudgyGirl for me).
Pudgy: So what do you guys do for a living?
Gold: We run a modelling agency.
Pudgy (walks up to me with shock on her face): Oh my god, you're that Calvin Klein model.
Bandit: Ah, well erm, yeah. But keep it quiet yeah - I get this a lot and we're just out with some friends and trying to have a chilled evening.
Pudgy: Oh my god it is you.
Bandit: Yeah. Well look, me and Gold are going to grab a drink, but we'll come back and chat you to girls later on. Just keep things chilled yeah, cos I hate the attention when I'm not working.
We walk off to the bar, giggling like school girls. Me, mistaken for a model? Awesome. Rediculous, but awesome (I'm seriously quite average looking - but it's awesome what the right combination of Peacocking and being Alpha can achieve).
Drunk Girl
I was chatting with PsychoGirl and I see a blonde standing against a wall giving eyeing me up. Hmm, the idea of a jealousy plotline springs to me. I glance back at the blonde. She smiles at me. Ok - 3 second rule. I tell PyschoGirl I'll be right back. I approach, heart beating like a crack addict waking up and realising he's in rehab. I fumble through an opening, and then realise she is completely and utterly drunk. I spend five minutes with her, get some moderate kino going, thentell her she's too drunk and walk off. My gambit worked - I get back and PsychoGirl is all over me.
Later on - being the cocky idiot I am - I go back to DrunkGirl. I approach her and stroke her all the way up her spine. She spills her drink all over herself. Smooth.
Bandit: Hey
DrunkGirl: Hey
Bandit: Look. Give me your number and when you're less drunk we'll get together and go out for a drink. Or maybe a coffee, seeing as you're a raging alcoholic.
DrunkGirl: I can't. My boyfriend is standing next to us.
Bandit: Ah, fuck him. (I start telling her the story about the two people who meet in the street, and the instantly fall for each other, but decide they'll leave it to fate and that if it's meant to be they'll meet again at random, when suddenly)
DrunkGirl'sBoyFriend: WHAT THE FUCK?!
I look up, and this big motherfucker is towering down over us, clearly pissed off that I've got my arm around his bird. Ah well. I tell him fair enough, and walk away. Poor DrunkGirl gets shouted at for a while.
DanishGirls
This is a pretty minor one, but I number closed HB9 in a set of Danish girls in under two minutes. Today I text her, and she text back. Again Gold went down the "we own a modelling agency" route - they loved it. Anyway, I've tried the "Maybe we should go for a drink" line, so let's see what happens. (edit - in the time it's taken to write this she's texted back and apparently she can't because she's "seeing someone". I'll have to put an end to that. To be concluded...).
Back to the story. At about 1am, Gold and ClumsyChick head on back home, leaving me with PsychoGirl. I instantly start escalating and I know it's on. We stay until closing time, during which time I ran an awesome "We're getting married" role play thing - including me shouting to everyone to be quiet and then proposing to her in front of the entire club. She loved it. Too much. The Psycho part of PsychoGirl's name starts to emerge as she then becomes hooked on this theme and starts outlining every single detail of our wedding. For hours. I play along, because hey, why not. I bounce us to another club, and then on home back to hers.
I had the most dominant frame I've ever had. PsychoGirl is an only child and tells me she always gets her own way. Not with me she doesn't. I pass shit test after shit test and refuse every single hoop she throws at me. She jumps into a ton of mine. I keep my awesome strong frame. At points she get's shitty, and I walk away - she follows. This stuff is so counter-intuitive for me at times, but I stuck with it and it worked wonders. The old AFC me could never have done this.
Anyway, we're waiting for the bus and not one but two people try and AMOG me. I destroy them. I show them a side of myself that makes them redefine their understanding of the concept Alpha Male. It was awesome. PsychoGirl loves it. On the bus I carry on. PsychoGirl brings up our wedding again and I start getting the entire bus to contribute ideas (and it's a bendy bus, fucking huge and packed). When we got off I told everyone to wish us a happy wedding and took a bow. People clap and cheer. I've never seen anything like this in London.
We start walking home and I get my final shit test. This one almost beats me, and earns PsychoGirl her name good and proper. If you've read this far then this is the highlight, as it's fucked up beyond anything I've experienced before. Ever.
PsychoGirl: Hey, did I tell you my funny story about my ex's penis.
Bandit: What the fuck?
PsychoGirl: Yeah, well I have this weird thing with my jaw, where when someone touches the wrong part of it my jaw clamps down. Well, with my ex, I was giving him a blow job and he touched that part and I just clamped down. Hard. (she makes a clamping motion with her jaw). There was blood everywhere. He had to have 8 stitches. It was so funny, I couldn't stop laughing. I mean I know it wasn't funny, but it was so funny.
Bandit: ...
I'll tell you what - it was hard fucking work getting it up with that story in the back of my mind. Fortunately I have a thing for psychotic girls - so I was able to see past it. We fucked till dawn. I fell asleep for about an hour, then she woke me up for more.
Nothing short of awesome.
However - she is a psycho. I think my best bet is to cut and run. Sure I'll call her, and sure she's gorgeous - but the thought of eight teeth shaped stitches in my cock means that now the moment is over I am never going back there again.
On a final note, I am now legally engaged to her. Thank fuck we weren't in Vegas.
Wednesday 16 January 2008
Fingernails
I really ought to cut my finger nails. People keep stealing my nail clippers though, it's becoming intolerable. I didn't realise how annoying fingernails were, you see, as I used to bite mine constantly. In the last two months I've stopped completely. Scratch another bad habit. These little things women notice - and it's surprising how many compliments I've had on my nails since I've stopped.
Although without the proper grooming tools it's a fucking nuisance.
I'm writing crap. Time for bed.
-B
Although without the proper grooming tools it's a fucking nuisance.
I'm writing crap. Time for bed.
-B
Tuesday 15 January 2008
Pride
My mother always used to tell me, "Pride comes before a fall". Looking back at my last post I sounded like a smug bastard, claiming that I was going to have sex that night and that it was all to easy, or whatever garbage I wrote. Did I have sex. No. As with every time in my life when I act all mighty and arrogant, fate dealt me a hand. A back hand. Right across the jaw.
Ah, OK, that's too extreme as well. GermanGirl didn't come round Friday night. She went out clubbing instead. So the following evening she came back. We watched Kill Bill part 1. We fucked. We watched Kill Bill part 2. We fucked. If she's trying to make me fall for her then she's doing a damn good job - two Quentin Tarantino movies interlaced with sex... and damn good sex at that.
She stays over and the next morning we fuck again before I send her on her way. She's off to meet her sister. This evening I finished reading the second half of The Rules of The Game, and cringed at the sister story - so very tempted to follow down that dark road myself. The terrible truth is that the only thing preventing this is my morals - and if I ended up alone with the sister for more than about 10 seconds my morals would melt in a germanic heat of passion and lust.
Anyway. Back to my pride. I need to stop being proud. Whilst I am very happy with my life and glad I've discovered some hidden powers I never thought I could tap into so easily, yet, I am a long way away from being anything resembling a master, hero or PUA. I must continue my training. And I must not start sounding like an arrogant prick.
Not that I really need to worry about this. As I said before, Karma has a way of dealing with pricks. I see this all the time - people constantly being brought back down to earth when they start thinking their shit smells sweeter than most. I tried sarging a woman on a train station platform Saturday, whilst I was on the way to meet GermanGirl. It bombed:
B: "Is your text message sound the theme from Blockbuster?"
HB: "No, it's Catchphrase"
B: "Well it's really loud, I can hear it over my music"
HB: "Oh. Sorry".
B:" Erm... I like the way you've matched your shoes with your bag - it suits you"
HB: "Erm.... thanks"
She gives me a look as if she's just seen me pick up a wriggling worm from the station platform and start stroking it.
I pause... words fail me. Completely. I fall out of the present and my mind starts laughing at me "Bandit, did you seriously just switch from teasing her about her phone being too loud to complimenting her clothes.... in SUCH an AFC manner?"... I turn away. I put my iPod earphones back in. The train arrives. I get onboard, and sit far away from the HB.
There's so much more I need to learn...
-B
Ah, OK, that's too extreme as well. GermanGirl didn't come round Friday night. She went out clubbing instead. So the following evening she came back. We watched Kill Bill part 1. We fucked. We watched Kill Bill part 2. We fucked. If she's trying to make me fall for her then she's doing a damn good job - two Quentin Tarantino movies interlaced with sex... and damn good sex at that.
She stays over and the next morning we fuck again before I send her on her way. She's off to meet her sister. This evening I finished reading the second half of The Rules of The Game, and cringed at the sister story - so very tempted to follow down that dark road myself. The terrible truth is that the only thing preventing this is my morals - and if I ended up alone with the sister for more than about 10 seconds my morals would melt in a germanic heat of passion and lust.
Anyway. Back to my pride. I need to stop being proud. Whilst I am very happy with my life and glad I've discovered some hidden powers I never thought I could tap into so easily, yet, I am a long way away from being anything resembling a master, hero or PUA. I must continue my training. And I must not start sounding like an arrogant prick.
Not that I really need to worry about this. As I said before, Karma has a way of dealing with pricks. I see this all the time - people constantly being brought back down to earth when they start thinking their shit smells sweeter than most. I tried sarging a woman on a train station platform Saturday, whilst I was on the way to meet GermanGirl. It bombed:
B: "Is your text message sound the theme from Blockbuster?"
HB: "No, it's Catchphrase"
B: "Well it's really loud, I can hear it over my music"
HB: "Oh. Sorry".
B:" Erm... I like the way you've matched your shoes with your bag - it suits you"
HB: "Erm.... thanks"
She gives me a look as if she's just seen me pick up a wriggling worm from the station platform and start stroking it.
I pause... words fail me. Completely. I fall out of the present and my mind starts laughing at me "Bandit, did you seriously just switch from teasing her about her phone being too loud to complimenting her clothes.... in SUCH an AFC manner?"... I turn away. I put my iPod earphones back in. The train arrives. I get onboard, and sit far away from the HB.
There's so much more I need to learn...
-B
Friday 11 January 2008
Temptation
"If you end your training now, if you choose the quick and easy path,
as Vader did, you will become an agent of evil."
-Yoda
as Vader did, you will become an agent of evil."
-Yoda
Today I picked the quick and easy path. I should be going out sarging - there's a whole city full of women for me to meet, attract, comfort and seduce. But am I going out? No - I choose the path of weakness, I gave into temptation.
Instead I texted GermanGirl. Now, don't get me wrong - this does NOT mean that I'm going to have a boring evening. In fact I stand a much higher chance of having sex tonight this way, no, hang on, it's almost guaranteed. Now is easy - I get sex, provided I don't fuck things up. It should be easy right? Well, it probably will be.
And therein lies the problem. There's no challenge. All I have to do is meet up with her, fluff talk some bollocks, make her laugh and then go caveman. Result = sex.
As fun as it is, I'm not going out sarging. I need to become better at the game if I want to achieve my goal. What's my goal? Well, it's simply to be able to have a damn good chance of seducing any women I want - no matter who she is, where she comes from or anything else. And I won't do it through wealth - I will do it through sheer force of personality and attraction. If I'm not out there improving I'm delaying this goal. I want to be a PUA, a proper one. Right now I'm no longer an AFC, but I have a long way to go before I would consider myself a PUA. Sure, I ran the game to it's conclusion - but just because I did everything right with GermanGirl does not mean I have it all figured out. I still get AA, I still fear approaching hot women. I still see a long way to go.
But, at the same time, I can't be too hard on myself. I am getting laid tonight after all.
-B
Quick
Lightning fast post. It's 8:57 and I have to be at work at 9:00. And I'm still in bed. Damn. Heavy head from too much drinking last night. GermanGirl 'apparently' didn't get my text inviting her over for lunch the other day, thus ruining my plans to get laid on my lunch break - will try again next week.
No text yet from HB from previous post.
I will write more - but the week has been manic. Fuck - it's 9:00.
-B
Oh, and incredulously, someone found my blog by typing in "great unpopular training spots for bandits". Hah!
No text yet from HB from previous post.
I will write more - but the week has been manic. Fuck - it's 9:00.
-B
Oh, and incredulously, someone found my blog by typing in "great unpopular training spots for bandits". Hah!
Tuesday 8 January 2008
HB trying to pick me up?
Ok. This is odd. About three months ago, just before I started getting into the PU scene, I went out with some friends on a night out. I was after this gorgeous RedHeadHB9, but she passed out which meant game over. Anyway, I got chatting to her friend, who is this gorgeous french girl HB8.5. After a while I get her number.
The next day I text her in french, asking her if she got home ok. No reply. I give up and move on.
Today, whilst I'm at the gym, FrenchGirl calls me. I still had the number in my phone, and I was pretty surprised. So I call her back.
Bandit: Hello
FrenchGirl: Hi
Bandit: Hi, yeah I got a call on this number earlier. Who is this? (can't make it too easy for them )
FrenchGirl: It's _NAME_.
Bandit: _NAME_... Oh yeah, _NAME_! Hey how's it going. We haven't spoken for ages.
We fluff talk a bit. I was trying not to laugh, as she was asking me the exact same question I'd have asked a girl had I been phoning her up. More fluff and banter and then she says.
FrenchGirl: FrenchBlonde (shared friend) and I are going out for drinks next week. Would you like to come along?
Bandit: Next week. Yeah I can probably make that. Why don't you text me when you've sorted it out.
I hung up... a little surprised. I would never have expected this... I mean it's simply odd isn't it? Three months....
On reflection, the thing that makes me believe she's interested in picking me up is the fact that she phoned me to invite me to this thing next week. No way she would have done that unless she was interested, as logically it would make much more sense for the shared friend to invite me along.
This could become interesting.
(And I know I'm being lazy by copying and pasting this directly from the forums.... but it's late and I have to get up for work in 6 hours. Joy)
-B
The next day I text her in french, asking her if she got home ok. No reply. I give up and move on.
Today, whilst I'm at the gym, FrenchGirl calls me. I still had the number in my phone, and I was pretty surprised. So I call her back.
Bandit: Hello
FrenchGirl: Hi
Bandit: Hi, yeah I got a call on this number earlier. Who is this? (can't make it too easy for them )
FrenchGirl: It's _NAME_.
Bandit: _NAME_... Oh yeah, _NAME_! Hey how's it going. We haven't spoken for ages.
We fluff talk a bit. I was trying not to laugh, as she was asking me the exact same question I'd have asked a girl had I been phoning her up. More fluff and banter and then she says.
FrenchGirl: FrenchBlonde (shared friend) and I are going out for drinks next week. Would you like to come along?
Bandit: Next week. Yeah I can probably make that. Why don't you text me when you've sorted it out.
I hung up... a little surprised. I would never have expected this... I mean it's simply odd isn't it? Three months....
On reflection, the thing that makes me believe she's interested in picking me up is the fact that she phoned me to invite me to this thing next week. No way she would have done that unless she was interested, as logically it would make much more sense for the shared friend to invite me along.
This could become interesting.
(And I know I'm being lazy by copying and pasting this directly from the forums.... but it's late and I have to get up for work in 6 hours. Joy)
-B
Sunday 6 January 2008
Back Home
Ah... at last. Back home. Back to an internet connection. I sincerely wish I'd been able to post my previous post's earlier but despite typing them up I was unable to get online.
I got back home about about 5:15pm, and by 6pm I was having a coffee with GermanGirl. She almost seemed surprised that we ended up back at mine again. The sex was epic. In my experience so far I find that the first time I have sex with a girl it's OK, but verges on a bit akward. Then it progressively gets better and better until it reaches a plateau. At the moment I'm still on the upward curve with GermanGirl, and damn she's fine.
My only worry is that she's probably by now expecting more than I'm willing to give. I tried throwing in a few references to the fact that I'm not boyfriend material and that I'm going to be bad for her etc... but I'm not sure the message has gotten home.
Now I've sent her home I can finally catch on on e-mails, the forums and crap, and then catch some shut eye before I'm back to work tomorrow.
In any event, it's been a damn good start to 2008 and despite the apparant looming economic recession, I have a sense that this is going to be my best year yet!
-B
I got back home about about 5:15pm, and by 6pm I was having a coffee with GermanGirl. She almost seemed surprised that we ended up back at mine again. The sex was epic. In my experience so far I find that the first time I have sex with a girl it's OK, but verges on a bit akward. Then it progressively gets better and better until it reaches a plateau. At the moment I'm still on the upward curve with GermanGirl, and damn she's fine.
My only worry is that she's probably by now expecting more than I'm willing to give. I tried throwing in a few references to the fact that I'm not boyfriend material and that I'm going to be bad for her etc... but I'm not sure the message has gotten home.
Now I've sent her home I can finally catch on on e-mails, the forums and crap, and then catch some shut eye before I'm back to work tomorrow.
In any event, it's been a damn good start to 2008 and despite the apparant looming economic recession, I have a sense that this is going to be my best year yet!
-B
Saturday 5 January 2008
Field Report - TrainGirl
I'm writing this on my laptop and it's pretty much fresh off the press within about 10 minutes of the event taking place (although, as this primitive country has yet to provide wifi on trains I'll be posting it later).
I arrived back from France today with my brother. We're waiting for a taxi at the ferry port and I see HB7, brunette, tall - we'll call her TrainGirl - a few placed up the queue. My brother bemoans the fact that no-one shares cabs in this country, and I see a double opportunity present itself. With remarkably little approach anxiety I walk up.
Bandit: Are you going to the train station?
TrainGirl: Yeah
Bandit: Cool, would you like to share a cab with us?
We get to the station and end up on the same train to London. After a bit of cocky-funny banter (and the perfect wingman brother who simply steals my laptop and ignores the conversation, except peppering in witty comments on DHV-ing me from time to time), I get out my book to start reading. She gets out her laptop and tells me she's writing and essay on Don Juan. She asks me if I know anything about it (at this point I almost laughed, as here I am being the consummate rake towards any fit girl I meet). I tell her I know the basics and reel off some facts in a cocky-funny way. Then I tell her that I prefer Casanova as a rake, as he may have seduced less women - but he went for quality over quantity. That and he was real.
Bandit: What about referencing Les Liasons Dangereuses?
TrainGirl: Cool, what a good idea. Yadda Yadda. Can you think of anyone else I could reference?
Bandit: Well, there's this Chinese dude who was a complete rake. I think he seduced the emperor's wife or something and was put to death in a horrible way.
TrainGirl: Oooh that sounds cool.
Bandit: Yeah and it fits in well with your studying Chinese thing (that we'd talked about earlier) (pause). Too bad I can't remember his name. Really annoying as I know I have it written down somewhere at home. I guess you'll just have to look it up on Wikipedia.
(pause)
Unless... I could e-mail it to you (at the point I'm saying this I'm holding strong eye contact.
She was happy to comply - and then wrote it down on the back of her ferry ticket. This effectively gave me her phone number address and date of birth which I ribbed her about.
Carried on the cocky-funny and a bit of banter later I left the train.
The best bit about all this? I'm unshaven, unwashed - hell, I haven't even brushed my teeth. I'm wearing dirty clothes and I can smell my own BO. My hair was sticking up on one side where I'd been sleeping on the ferry and my beard is looking very straggly. I was nothing short of a complete mess.
This is the second time though that I've gone out in a complete mess state and succeeded. Perhaps this is a pattern? Perhaps, really, the only thing that make a difference is giving it a go regardless and not worrying about things you could do better in the moment.
I'll probably e-mail her the name of that Chinese dude, but I have little hope of seeing her again. She's lives in Nottingham...
What could I have done better?
I could have kiss closed her... but she was only a HB7 and my little brother was there. All in all, I thought it was a damn good interaction and it was good practice. And I don't have to live with the 'hmmm if only I'd said hi to that cute girl who was waiting for a taxi at the ferry port...'
I arrived back from France today with my brother. We're waiting for a taxi at the ferry port and I see HB7, brunette, tall - we'll call her TrainGirl - a few placed up the queue. My brother bemoans the fact that no-one shares cabs in this country, and I see a double opportunity present itself. With remarkably little approach anxiety I walk up.
Bandit: Are you going to the train station?
TrainGirl: Yeah
Bandit: Cool, would you like to share a cab with us?
We get to the station and end up on the same train to London. After a bit of cocky-funny banter (and the perfect wingman brother who simply steals my laptop and ignores the conversation, except peppering in witty comments on DHV-ing me from time to time), I get out my book to start reading. She gets out her laptop and tells me she's writing and essay on Don Juan. She asks me if I know anything about it (at this point I almost laughed, as here I am being the consummate rake towards any fit girl I meet). I tell her I know the basics and reel off some facts in a cocky-funny way. Then I tell her that I prefer Casanova as a rake, as he may have seduced less women - but he went for quality over quantity. That and he was real.
Bandit: What about referencing Les Liasons Dangereuses?
TrainGirl: Cool, what a good idea. Yadda Yadda. Can you think of anyone else I could reference?
Bandit: Well, there's this Chinese dude who was a complete rake. I think he seduced the emperor's wife or something and was put to death in a horrible way.
TrainGirl: Oooh that sounds cool.
Bandit: Yeah and it fits in well with your studying Chinese thing (that we'd talked about earlier) (pause). Too bad I can't remember his name. Really annoying as I know I have it written down somewhere at home. I guess you'll just have to look it up on Wikipedia.
(pause)
Unless... I could e-mail it to you (at the point I'm saying this I'm holding strong eye contact.
She was happy to comply - and then wrote it down on the back of her ferry ticket. This effectively gave me her phone number address and date of birth which I ribbed her about.
Carried on the cocky-funny and a bit of banter later I left the train.
The best bit about all this? I'm unshaven, unwashed - hell, I haven't even brushed my teeth. I'm wearing dirty clothes and I can smell my own BO. My hair was sticking up on one side where I'd been sleeping on the ferry and my beard is looking very straggly. I was nothing short of a complete mess.
This is the second time though that I've gone out in a complete mess state and succeeded. Perhaps this is a pattern? Perhaps, really, the only thing that make a difference is giving it a go regardless and not worrying about things you could do better in the moment.
I'll probably e-mail her the name of that Chinese dude, but I have little hope of seeing her again. She's lives in Nottingham...
What could I have done better?
I could have kiss closed her... but she was only a HB7 and my little brother was there. All in all, I thought it was a damn good interaction and it was good practice. And I don't have to live with the 'hmmm if only I'd said hi to that cute girl who was waiting for a taxi at the ferry port...'
Tuesday 1 January 2008
NYE
New Year Eve
Whilst this could arguably be a field report I'm not going to write it as such as it wasn't really my intent to go out sarging - and I was completely drunk.
The night turned messy before it has even started. Beer, followed by shots of tequila then vodka, followed by more beer again at my sister flat meant that by 9:30 when we headed out we were all completely tanked. House party #2 and the booze carries on flowing. A friend I'm with reckons we should head to the town centre and watch the fireworks, so we head off.
Fireworks french style suck - they don't really know what it's all about, but afterwards the fun started. We started wishing a happy new year to every single fucker we could see. Women, men, families, old people, children... the works. And after we'd scared off every bastard from the town square we then started chatting up every single women we could find.
It's been a firm decision of mine not to drink when I go out sarging. I know I can attract women when I lose my inhibitions, but the reason I don't drink is that I a) want to be able to achieve the same results sober and b) i want to attract a higher class of women than the ones who look like HB10's through beer goggles. So, since I started I've learned a ton of new skills which have lead to sober success with women. But holy fuck, when I unleashed these techniques whilst drunk I turned into a monster. I kiss-closed girls left right and centre. I ended up with a total of 7 kiss-closes in the space of an hour (all HB8's and 9's). My favourite was the girl who stuck her tongue down throat and then stopped and told me she shouldn't because her boyfriend was standing behind her. I told her not to worry and we carried on.
French kissing is called that for a reason. Those French chicks were far better than the girls we have back home. France 1 - England 0, when it comes to kissing with tongues.
Anyway, it was unreal. And the booze kept flowing. I kiss-closed a couple more girls in a bar we went to and then there's a big black hazy moment. Next thing I know I'm sitting in a posh hotel eating croissants, with vomit down one side of my cashmere coat and blood trickling down my head onto the other (edit - days later I still have no recollection of the three hours during which the wound and vomit happened). Some poor 15 year old kid looked scared out of his mind as I yelled at him to serve me more coffee. A group of Parisians looked on stunned.
I will never know how, but at 9:30 I arrived back at my sister's flat.
- - -
Oh yeah and nothing happened with FrenchChick#2 - I kiss-closed her but then she got really drunk. Ah well...
-B
Whilst this could arguably be a field report I'm not going to write it as such as it wasn't really my intent to go out sarging - and I was completely drunk.
The night turned messy before it has even started. Beer, followed by shots of tequila then vodka, followed by more beer again at my sister flat meant that by 9:30 when we headed out we were all completely tanked. House party #2 and the booze carries on flowing. A friend I'm with reckons we should head to the town centre and watch the fireworks, so we head off.
Fireworks french style suck - they don't really know what it's all about, but afterwards the fun started. We started wishing a happy new year to every single fucker we could see. Women, men, families, old people, children... the works. And after we'd scared off every bastard from the town square we then started chatting up every single women we could find.
It's been a firm decision of mine not to drink when I go out sarging. I know I can attract women when I lose my inhibitions, but the reason I don't drink is that I a) want to be able to achieve the same results sober and b) i want to attract a higher class of women than the ones who look like HB10's through beer goggles. So, since I started I've learned a ton of new skills which have lead to sober success with women. But holy fuck, when I unleashed these techniques whilst drunk I turned into a monster. I kiss-closed girls left right and centre. I ended up with a total of 7 kiss-closes in the space of an hour (all HB8's and 9's). My favourite was the girl who stuck her tongue down throat and then stopped and told me she shouldn't because her boyfriend was standing behind her. I told her not to worry and we carried on.
French kissing is called that for a reason. Those French chicks were far better than the girls we have back home. France 1 - England 0, when it comes to kissing with tongues.
Anyway, it was unreal. And the booze kept flowing. I kiss-closed a couple more girls in a bar we went to and then there's a big black hazy moment. Next thing I know I'm sitting in a posh hotel eating croissants, with vomit down one side of my cashmere coat and blood trickling down my head onto the other (edit - days later I still have no recollection of the three hours during which the wound and vomit happened). Some poor 15 year old kid looked scared out of his mind as I yelled at him to serve me more coffee. A group of Parisians looked on stunned.
I will never know how, but at 9:30 I arrived back at my sister's flat.
- - -
Oh yeah and nothing happened with FrenchChick#2 - I kiss-closed her but then she got really drunk. Ah well...
-B
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