Not had a chance to game for ages. No, that's not even true - there've been some pretty fit females I've seen on the commute to work, in various places etc etc... but my aproach anxiety has stopped me. There's something very very daunting about trying to initiate conversation on a train platform - much more so than most other places.....
I really ought to get over myself.
The only thing I've done of any note was number close a minor-celebrity artist at an event last week. But I'm not saying who, and it doesn't really merit a field report. And she's only a HB 7.5, so I'm not sure I'll call her. Perhaps I should though. Shagging a celebrity is definately on my list of things to do before I die, but I reckon I can do better.
-B
Monday, 25 February 2008
Monday, 18 February 2008
Mastery
It occured to me the other day, that I've kind of surpassed my original goals. Originally I expected to go on a long journey of change, with the end result that I would be able to attract beautiful women. Now, despite the fact that I would love to attract any gorgeous women I meet - I only really expected that I'd be able to develop enough confidence to spark a conversation with women, seduce them and eventually fuck them. But I've gone beyond that. It's hard to explain how, but I think it has something to do with the level of success I had on the inside, which doesn't necessarily match up to what I said I wanted. My internal levels of success have been reached - and I can't even define how or why, I just know they are.
It's a sense of peace more than anything else. I now know with complete conviction, that I can go out and attract beautiful women. Unless I get horribly disfigured, or am the victim of some kind of skin-destroying acid attack at the hands of an alien invasion force, I know I will always be able to attract women and I will never be alone. And let's face it - if aliens invade sex will be the last thing on my mind. Well, OK, perhaps not last - maybe somewhere near the #2 spot.
The sense of peace is pretty damn good. When I go out now and spend time with women I'm not really worried about failing - cos I know the next girl is around the corner. Perhaps all this bollocks I've read about adopting an "abundance" mentally is finally kicking in.
So now I have a choice. I can quite happily sit here and use my new powers and skills without investing much time and effort into them. Provided I continue to use them, they will get better over time naturally and I'll be set for life with women. Or I can take things to the next level. I can redefine my internal level of success and decide to dedicate a larger part of my life in becoming a true master of man-woman relationships.
I believe anyone can become skilled in anything, provided they apply themselves for long enough. I know I can gain skills in anything I put my mind to - and I believe all men are capable of this. But mastery, that's something else. Mastery is when you become skilled to a level surpassing expertise. A master is someone who is the embodiment of his particular field of skills, knowledge or power. He is a teacher and a man who knows the subject well enough to re-create the way it is seen, perceieved and understood. Becoming a master, a true master, takes commitment, time and a real devotion. Whilst I believe that all men can become skilled in all things, I believe man can master few things to the highest level within one lifetime. And that's fine, all that matters is choosing the thing to become a master in.
If I look at myself I can see where I have talent, and I can see where I am able to learn new skills quickly and effectively. One of the things I love about Asian cultures (or at least, my romanticed view of them), is they way that a man will pick something and devote his life to the mastery of it. I would very much like to pick something that I can dedicate myself to in such a way.
Perhaps this is it... I know I could already help many many men unlock their inner awesomeness to help them attract women. I think it's a very honorable undertaking and I know I could use this power to bring joy to a lot of frustrated people out there. I don't pretend I'm a master yet - there are many many more skilled individuals out there. But I at least have an advantage in that I've been studying the process of self-improvement for the last three years.
Few people ever follow their real calling in life. Is this mine?
Something to think about.
-B
It's a sense of peace more than anything else. I now know with complete conviction, that I can go out and attract beautiful women. Unless I get horribly disfigured, or am the victim of some kind of skin-destroying acid attack at the hands of an alien invasion force, I know I will always be able to attract women and I will never be alone. And let's face it - if aliens invade sex will be the last thing on my mind. Well, OK, perhaps not last - maybe somewhere near the #2 spot.
The sense of peace is pretty damn good. When I go out now and spend time with women I'm not really worried about failing - cos I know the next girl is around the corner. Perhaps all this bollocks I've read about adopting an "abundance" mentally is finally kicking in.
So now I have a choice. I can quite happily sit here and use my new powers and skills without investing much time and effort into them. Provided I continue to use them, they will get better over time naturally and I'll be set for life with women. Or I can take things to the next level. I can redefine my internal level of success and decide to dedicate a larger part of my life in becoming a true master of man-woman relationships.
I believe anyone can become skilled in anything, provided they apply themselves for long enough. I know I can gain skills in anything I put my mind to - and I believe all men are capable of this. But mastery, that's something else. Mastery is when you become skilled to a level surpassing expertise. A master is someone who is the embodiment of his particular field of skills, knowledge or power. He is a teacher and a man who knows the subject well enough to re-create the way it is seen, perceieved and understood. Becoming a master, a true master, takes commitment, time and a real devotion. Whilst I believe that all men can become skilled in all things, I believe man can master few things to the highest level within one lifetime. And that's fine, all that matters is choosing the thing to become a master in.
If I look at myself I can see where I have talent, and I can see where I am able to learn new skills quickly and effectively. One of the things I love about Asian cultures (or at least, my romanticed view of them), is they way that a man will pick something and devote his life to the mastery of it. I would very much like to pick something that I can dedicate myself to in such a way.
Perhaps this is it... I know I could already help many many men unlock their inner awesomeness to help them attract women. I think it's a very honorable undertaking and I know I could use this power to bring joy to a lot of frustrated people out there. I don't pretend I'm a master yet - there are many many more skilled individuals out there. But I at least have an advantage in that I've been studying the process of self-improvement for the last three years.
Few people ever follow their real calling in life. Is this mine?
Something to think about.
-B
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Auf Wiedersehen
GermanGirl rang me up last night. The conversation went something like this.
Fluff talk, yadda yadda, then
GermanGirl: There's something I think I should tell you.
Bandit: (slowly) OK
GermanGirl: Well. I met a guy at the weekend, and I think I want to see him again.
Bandit: I see.
GermanGirl: I'm so sorry.
Bandit: It's OK.
GermanGirl: You're not angry with me?
Bandit: No. Not yet. I mean, maybe I will be in five minutes, or I'll have a fit of jealousy, but really it's OK. We never had anything more than a very casual relationship.
We chatted a little more. I told her she doesn't necessarily have to break up with me because she's seeing someone else (here's me leading up to telling her I'm seeing other people), but she says she think it would be odd seeing two people at once. She said she was surprised how well I was taking it, I re-iterated that we only ever had a casual relationship and it was no big deal.
As we ended the conversation I told her "So when, if, you get bored of this guy, give me a shout and maybe we can go out for a drink some time".
Looking back, that's such a cheesy line, but she then finished with "Ok, so it's alright if I call you then?".
I don't think I've felt this emotionally unbothered with a breakup since I was 16 and just snogging girls. Part of me is still waiting to get hit with a ton of emotion, but it just isn't happening - I don't feel numb, I feel nothing. Sure it's annoying, as I was hoping to get her round this evening, but no worries, I have a couple more to choose from.
But the question remains.... why the fuck don't I care about this at all? I mean, yesterday I was more pissed off when I got a parking ticket. Hmmm. Well, I guess I can't complain, but it's a little eerie and unnatural.
-B
Fluff talk, yadda yadda, then
GermanGirl: There's something I think I should tell you.
Bandit: (slowly) OK
GermanGirl: Well. I met a guy at the weekend, and I think I want to see him again.
Bandit: I see.
GermanGirl: I'm so sorry.
Bandit: It's OK.
GermanGirl: You're not angry with me?
Bandit: No. Not yet. I mean, maybe I will be in five minutes, or I'll have a fit of jealousy, but really it's OK. We never had anything more than a very casual relationship.
We chatted a little more. I told her she doesn't necessarily have to break up with me because she's seeing someone else (here's me leading up to telling her I'm seeing other people), but she says she think it would be odd seeing two people at once. She said she was surprised how well I was taking it, I re-iterated that we only ever had a casual relationship and it was no big deal.
As we ended the conversation I told her "So when, if, you get bored of this guy, give me a shout and maybe we can go out for a drink some time".
Looking back, that's such a cheesy line, but she then finished with "Ok, so it's alright if I call you then?".
I don't think I've felt this emotionally unbothered with a breakup since I was 16 and just snogging girls. Part of me is still waiting to get hit with a ton of emotion, but it just isn't happening - I don't feel numb, I feel nothing. Sure it's annoying, as I was hoping to get her round this evening, but no worries, I have a couple more to choose from.
But the question remains.... why the fuck don't I care about this at all? I mean, yesterday I was more pissed off when I got a parking ticket. Hmmm. Well, I guess I can't complain, but it's a little eerie and unnatural.
-B
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Values
What are my values? This is an interesting question, and one that was provoked by this conversation on The Attraction Forums - http://www.theattractionforums.com/forum/showthread.php?t=60213
Instead of starting with my values though, I think I'm better of first defining my mission. Then I'm better able to write down values that apply to my mission, rather than just pick'n'mixing the ones that sound good.
My Mission
I've spent the last 6 years going from LTR to LTR - without more than a month or so in between them. I'm 23 and I've never really been single. I've not been free to go out and meet a load of women and have a string of casual relationships with them. I want no strings attached fun, and lots and lots of great sex with the most beautiful women I can find.
My Values
In unrelated matters, I have a cold coming on. Fucking wonderful :s
-B
Instead of starting with my values though, I think I'm better of first defining my mission. Then I'm better able to write down values that apply to my mission, rather than just pick'n'mixing the ones that sound good.
My Mission
I've spent the last 6 years going from LTR to LTR - without more than a month or so in between them. I'm 23 and I've never really been single. I've not been free to go out and meet a load of women and have a string of casual relationships with them. I want no strings attached fun, and lots and lots of great sex with the most beautiful women I can find.
My Values
- I always treat women well.
- I have good meaningful relationships wherever possible (though to be honest, physical attraction on it's own is enough for me).
- I strive to leave women feeling happy and glad they got to know me.
- I ensure women receive equal or higher pleasure to me, from being with me and having sex with me.
- I am comfortable having multiple relationships.
- I am truthful and never deceive women, even if it jeapordises my relationship with them.
- I do not get jealous or angry if any of the women I'm 'seeing' are having relationships with other men - it would be too hypocritical otherwise.
- I will remain independent, and prioritise my mission over any single woman, for as long as my mission remains important to me.
- I will continue to improve myself, push myself beyond my comfort zone, and do damn scary things.
In unrelated matters, I have a cold coming on. Fucking wonderful :s
-B
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
LR - HiredGun HB9
I always used to think I wasn't the kind of bloke who could end up going to an event, and then pick-up and seduce one of the stunning Hired Guns they have there. Previously I would have been right - no girls get approached more than hired guns, they've seen every trick several times over and have had more males salavating over them than an alsations dinner bowl. I'd tried in the past, of course, to flirt with them and interest them - and like every other shmuck out there I'd been given the standard "Ok, I'm flirting with you because I'm paid to be here - not because I like you" in return.
No more.
Wednesday of last week I went to a trade show. It's a pretty big show, and I know it's going to be a good day out (and nice to get out of the office for a change). Sure, in the back of my mind I know there will be girls there - but that's neither why I'm going nor the kind of person I expect to meet when I'm there (yes - of course some people in my industry are fit - quite a few actually - but my point is that I'm not out on the prowl).
I arrive to find a bunch of chain-smoking, bored-looking exectives loitering outside with a cigarette in one hand, yelling to some poor PA down their iPhone's in the other. I walk inside and past the desk and spot a gorgeous blonde - she's 5'8, skinny as anything, blonde and with a good set of tits. A real HB9, for sure. In any case, she's in front of me as I wonder inside, handing out 'goodie' bags full of pointless brochures about pointless products that no-one will ever read. None-the-less I walk towards her to pick mine up.
Bandit: "Is this bag just full of crap?"
HiredGun: "I dunno - maybe"
Bandit: "Alright, I'll risk it" (take it from her)
Bandit: "Where's the cloackroom?"
HiredGun: "Erm, it's over there towards than hanger-like building, but you'll have to pay £2"
Bandit: "Ah, that's what you think - but I have one of these"
HiredGun: "Oooh, a VIP pass.... what is it you do"
And we start bantering a bit - i forget what about. I tease her a bit and then go to leave. I tell her I'll find her later.
A while later I find her in the VIP area. I meet her sister, and the three of us banter for a bit before I leave.
Later on, on my way out - I see HiredGun for the third time, chatting to some people in a booth.
Bandit: "Are you stalking me?"
HiredGun: "No, shut up"
Bandit: "If you're waiting for me outside my house when I get home I'm not going to be impressed"
I banter with her a bit more and tell her I'll be back over the next couple of days.
On the way back from the show I remember thinking a Wayne's World line: "She will be mine, oh yes, she will be mine". I vow to find her again when I go back. All other thoughts are secondary - and I don't remember finding anything else at that trade fair genuinely interesting. Despite this I decide I'm going back, and will think up a good pretense in order to get out of work (fortunately I find one - my VIP pass gives me free access to seminars).
Friday
I return. I'm not there long before I run into the sister, and a masseuse I got chatting with on the Wednesday. Whilst I am having the most awesome massage (another perk of my VIP pass), HiredGun comes intot he VIP booth. She's excited to see me. We get chatting. She lives in the same area I've just moved to.
HiredGun: "It must be fate".
Oh yeah - there's a line I can run with, followed with:
"It's really cool to meet local people, give me your numbers, we should all go out with my house mates some time"
She invites me to go for coffee with her and her sister on their break, and then as we're walking out of the door she suddenly decides to bring some bloke along who she'd met previously. What's this I think, is she playing me along, is she playing us off against each other. To be fair the guy was good competition - 6ft7 motherfucker with the surfer look and from the states. Anyway, I decide that there's only room for one Alpha Male in our group - and frame things that way. I get chatting to dude2 and he turns out to be a very decent bloke - I get his card as I think there's some work I can throw his way.
The show ends and I run into the girls again - they're getting the bus home the same way as me. I was toying with the idea of heading back to work to pick up some stuff first, but it's a good opportunity so I think fuck it - and we all get the bus together. I get some great cocky-funny stuff going on the bus (although it was hard to get a word in edgeways, those two could have talked for England).
HiredGun tells me she's free Sunday/Monday and I tell her I'll call her. Result.
(As an aside I go out later in that evening and number close twice more. Triple result ;)).
Monday
We've arranged to meet at a local bar, and I tell her that I'll call her when I leave work to let her know when to meet me. She's impatient though, and gets there early (before I've left work), so we compromise that I'll meet her there before I take my stuff back to mine. This again suits me fine - I get to show her my awesome new place and she'll therefore be far more comfortable with the idea of coming back to mine later.
I arrive at the bar. I walk in and see her - my head does a crazy movie-style crash zoom thing as I see this vision of absolute stunningness sitting across the bar. Out of her work-gear and into evening wear and she looks utterly hot. I buy a round and launch into being cocky-funny and avoid asking her the same old shitty pointless questions I used to ask girls. I instantly start kino-escalating and I'm soon getting IOI's from her. We finish our drinks and head back to mine.
At my place I give her the guided tour. She loves it (to be fair - it's an amazing house). I take her to my room briefly and then sort my crap out and we leave. As we walk down the road I put my arm around her. She puts hers around me. This is good kino escalation.
Onto the next bar and we go to this chic place with some pretty atmospheric lighting. This is where the first 'test' comes up. We walk in and choose a table and put our things down. I stop talking and wait for her to offer me a drink. She doesn't, but instead says "Let's go get a drink". We walk to the bar. Again, I wait. She waits. I wait. Then she comes out with:
"I'm going to have a gin and tonic, is that alright?"
"Sure, it's your round"
"Oh, I don't have any money on me"
"Well that's silly isn't it"
"Maybe they'll take card"
She asks the barman, and he says yes if it's over £10. Two drinks isn't quite that much.
"Alright", I tell her, "I'll get this one and you can get the next one once we've been to a cash point".
This is so critical a point in the interaction I'm going to go over it again. So many blokes (myself included, not so long ago), would have simply offered a drink rather can go through the awkward silence at the bar. The fact that she was not only prepared to accept this - but planned this to the point where she brought no cash with her - only serves to illustrate my point that girls can consistantly get blokes to pay for everything. It's therefore crucial to make this clear very early on. The message is: "We are equals. If I buy a drink - you buy the next one." Now the great thing about this is that girls know it's cheeky to get guys to pay for everything, so if you call them on it they can only ever back down - it's simply rude if they insist on paying for nothing. On top of that you've shown you're assertive and you've framed the rest of the evening/future dates in a way that won't piss off your bank manager.
After this though, for a reason I haven't yet worked out, she get's a bit offish. She starts talking about other blokes, and acting more interested in the menu than me. Another test? Yeah, quite likely perhaps - though maybe she was just pissed off that I'm not the kind of guy she can take for a ride. So, anyway, she's being offish. I tell her we're going outside for a cigarette. And then suddenly the moodiness vanishes and she's fine again. Odd. So there's something new - if you're on a date and she gets moody: bounce to a different venue.
I decide we're going to go and get a drink somewhere else (via a cashpoint, of course), and we end up doing a full circle of the high-street before ending up back at the first bar. By now I'm now holding her hand as if we've been going out for months. So we arrive back at the first place - it's noisy, but alright. She suggests we get a jug of cocktail, which she pays for. Ah. Good shit. So we banter away for another hour or so. We're getting a bit tipsy by now, and the conversation is just a mix of her madness and my witty banter, which I'll spare you from apart from where necessary. At some point she decides to put on some more lip gloss.
HiredGun: "Do you want some?"
Bandit: "Haha, you must be joking"
HiredGun: "Are you sure?"
Bandit: "The only way you'll get that shit on me is if you kiss me".
I go in for the kiss, but I get rejected. I can't work this out. Everything is going smoothly. I've kino escalated and she's comfortable with me touching her. She's laughing at my jokes. But there's resistance. Damn. I excuse myself and go to the loo. Time to regroup and work this shit out. I give myself a prep-talk and, despite feeling like a cock for doing it, I tell myself "It's on. She's into me and I'm going to kiss her".
I come back upstairs and check a text message. She comments on my phone. I have a flash of inspiration.
Bandit: "It's a camera too".
Her: "Oh cool"
Bandit: "Yeah, let me switch it on. Ok. Come here, let's see what we'd look like as a happy couple. Smile into the camera".
Bandit: "Good. Nice photo. Ok, now show me your angry scowling face".
Bandit: "Excellent. Alright, I wonder what we would look like if we kissed".
It worked so well it might as well have been a magic spell. It's devestatingly effective. I mean, I read about it before in The Game, and I thought it was cool - but could it actually work? Well, the answer is yes. She loved it. And my god was she into the kissing after that. From there it was a simple matter of keeping the energy high and the kissing good until we got chucked out at closing time.
We start walking. I don't tell her we're going back to mine (again, a mistake I would have made in the past). I simply start us walking on the road back to mine, and then tell her we're going to pick up some more booze and ciggies on the way. No resistance at all.
Back at mine we go straight up to my room. She wants to roll a joint. Sure, why not. Now, I do want to make one thing straight here. I don't do drugs. I used to smoke weed, a lot, and I've tried coke once. Now, I occasionally smoke a bit of pot if it happens to be there. Again, this is a point where the old me would have probably gone along with anything. The new me thought: hmm, ok, well, I quite like pot and it's been a while. Why not, it'll be fun. And now that it's my place I can smoke wherever I want. So she rolled one up. My brother came in and joined in the joint-smoking and we got her laughing at our banter.
A joint or two later, she starts trying to undress me so I kick my brother out. She's all over me and things start heating up. But then after about five minutes of escalating hotness she just stops and starts talking crap. Odd. Ok. Whatever. Start again. This carried on THE WHOLE FUCKING EVENING. It was absurd. Things would get hot and frisky, and then she'd hit the 'off' button. When she was on, she was definately on. She's the most aggressive girl I've ever met. She bit me. She scratched her nails down my chest and back (I look like I've been in a fight with a tiger as I write this), and even slapped me. Hard. Only once though, as after she did that I picked her up and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down beneath me.
Anyway, I digress. For whatever reason she kept interrupting 'the moment'. Did I make a mistake? Perhaps.... perhaps I should have given her the cold shoulder once she started wrecking 'the moment'. In future, I'll try it. Anyway, this carries on for what felt like hours. Eventually, I decide to take her panties off, whilst the heat is on and she tells me "You can't see down there until after my waxing appointment tomorrow".
Fuck it. I fall asleep. Or at least I try... Instead I'm frustrated as a bastard and I'm plagued with self doubt. What the fuck just happened... this isn't normal. And then an internal monologue where the deamons in my head fought out the detail of why I hadn't had sex: half blaming me and calling me all variety of names, half blaming her... a very small number of voices trying to soothe me, calm me down, and tell me that "it doesn't matter". Of course, it didn't matter. Nonetheless I can hear the birds starting to sing as I finally drift off to sleep.
Tuesday
Morning. I awake with a raging hard-on. My shit feels like it's going to explode. Despite the fact it's far to early to be considered civilised I wake her up and start trying to get things on. She's into it - but not as much as I'd like. But then she goes down on me, which was simply awesome. You know that theory that girls with tongue studs give better head? The theory is good.
Later on in the day she texts me "I know this sounds a bit clingy, but what are you up to this evening?"
Now I know it's on. It was awesome. She comes round with a dvd, some wine and some weed (see how my framing us as equals yesterday meant she had no problem bringing round some wine today instead of insisting I provide it).
A bit of smoke, mind-blowingly-awesome sex, more smoke, giggling fit for about half an hour, a good film, and I fell asleep curled up with the hottest women I've ever had. Once again I had some LMR, but this time I defused it nicely. As I went in to take off her panties:
"All you want to do is take my panties off an fuck me, don't you" (said in an accusatory way, in the kind of 'all you want me for is sex' type way).
"Yes. I am going to take your panties off, and then I am going to fuck you".
And it was epic. Best sex I've ever had.
-B
No more.
Wednesday of last week I went to a trade show. It's a pretty big show, and I know it's going to be a good day out (and nice to get out of the office for a change). Sure, in the back of my mind I know there will be girls there - but that's neither why I'm going nor the kind of person I expect to meet when I'm there (yes - of course some people in my industry are fit - quite a few actually - but my point is that I'm not out on the prowl).
I arrive to find a bunch of chain-smoking, bored-looking exectives loitering outside with a cigarette in one hand, yelling to some poor PA down their iPhone's in the other. I walk inside and past the desk and spot a gorgeous blonde - she's 5'8, skinny as anything, blonde and with a good set of tits. A real HB9, for sure. In any case, she's in front of me as I wonder inside, handing out 'goodie' bags full of pointless brochures about pointless products that no-one will ever read. None-the-less I walk towards her to pick mine up.
Bandit: "Is this bag just full of crap?"
HiredGun: "I dunno - maybe"
Bandit: "Alright, I'll risk it" (take it from her)
Bandit: "Where's the cloackroom?"
HiredGun: "Erm, it's over there towards than hanger-like building, but you'll have to pay £2"
Bandit: "Ah, that's what you think - but I have one of these"
HiredGun: "Oooh, a VIP pass.... what is it you do"
And we start bantering a bit - i forget what about. I tease her a bit and then go to leave. I tell her I'll find her later.
A while later I find her in the VIP area. I meet her sister, and the three of us banter for a bit before I leave.
Later on, on my way out - I see HiredGun for the third time, chatting to some people in a booth.
Bandit: "Are you stalking me?"
HiredGun: "No, shut up"
Bandit: "If you're waiting for me outside my house when I get home I'm not going to be impressed"
I banter with her a bit more and tell her I'll be back over the next couple of days.
On the way back from the show I remember thinking a Wayne's World line: "She will be mine, oh yes, she will be mine". I vow to find her again when I go back. All other thoughts are secondary - and I don't remember finding anything else at that trade fair genuinely interesting. Despite this I decide I'm going back, and will think up a good pretense in order to get out of work (fortunately I find one - my VIP pass gives me free access to seminars).
Friday
I return. I'm not there long before I run into the sister, and a masseuse I got chatting with on the Wednesday. Whilst I am having the most awesome massage (another perk of my VIP pass), HiredGun comes intot he VIP booth. She's excited to see me. We get chatting. She lives in the same area I've just moved to.
HiredGun: "It must be fate".
Oh yeah - there's a line I can run with, followed with:
"It's really cool to meet local people, give me your numbers, we should all go out with my house mates some time"
She invites me to go for coffee with her and her sister on their break, and then as we're walking out of the door she suddenly decides to bring some bloke along who she'd met previously. What's this I think, is she playing me along, is she playing us off against each other. To be fair the guy was good competition - 6ft7 motherfucker with the surfer look and from the states. Anyway, I decide that there's only room for one Alpha Male in our group - and frame things that way. I get chatting to dude2 and he turns out to be a very decent bloke - I get his card as I think there's some work I can throw his way.
The show ends and I run into the girls again - they're getting the bus home the same way as me. I was toying with the idea of heading back to work to pick up some stuff first, but it's a good opportunity so I think fuck it - and we all get the bus together. I get some great cocky-funny stuff going on the bus (although it was hard to get a word in edgeways, those two could have talked for England).
HiredGun tells me she's free Sunday/Monday and I tell her I'll call her. Result.
(As an aside I go out later in that evening and number close twice more. Triple result ;)).
Monday
We've arranged to meet at a local bar, and I tell her that I'll call her when I leave work to let her know when to meet me. She's impatient though, and gets there early (before I've left work), so we compromise that I'll meet her there before I take my stuff back to mine. This again suits me fine - I get to show her my awesome new place and she'll therefore be far more comfortable with the idea of coming back to mine later.
I arrive at the bar. I walk in and see her - my head does a crazy movie-style crash zoom thing as I see this vision of absolute stunningness sitting across the bar. Out of her work-gear and into evening wear and she looks utterly hot. I buy a round and launch into being cocky-funny and avoid asking her the same old shitty pointless questions I used to ask girls. I instantly start kino-escalating and I'm soon getting IOI's from her. We finish our drinks and head back to mine.
At my place I give her the guided tour. She loves it (to be fair - it's an amazing house). I take her to my room briefly and then sort my crap out and we leave. As we walk down the road I put my arm around her. She puts hers around me. This is good kino escalation.
Onto the next bar and we go to this chic place with some pretty atmospheric lighting. This is where the first 'test' comes up. We walk in and choose a table and put our things down. I stop talking and wait for her to offer me a drink. She doesn't, but instead says "Let's go get a drink". We walk to the bar. Again, I wait. She waits. I wait. Then she comes out with:
"I'm going to have a gin and tonic, is that alright?"
"Sure, it's your round"
"Oh, I don't have any money on me"
"Well that's silly isn't it"
"Maybe they'll take card"
She asks the barman, and he says yes if it's over £10. Two drinks isn't quite that much.
"Alright", I tell her, "I'll get this one and you can get the next one once we've been to a cash point".
This is so critical a point in the interaction I'm going to go over it again. So many blokes (myself included, not so long ago), would have simply offered a drink rather can go through the awkward silence at the bar. The fact that she was not only prepared to accept this - but planned this to the point where she brought no cash with her - only serves to illustrate my point that girls can consistantly get blokes to pay for everything. It's therefore crucial to make this clear very early on. The message is: "We are equals. If I buy a drink - you buy the next one." Now the great thing about this is that girls know it's cheeky to get guys to pay for everything, so if you call them on it they can only ever back down - it's simply rude if they insist on paying for nothing. On top of that you've shown you're assertive and you've framed the rest of the evening/future dates in a way that won't piss off your bank manager.
After this though, for a reason I haven't yet worked out, she get's a bit offish. She starts talking about other blokes, and acting more interested in the menu than me. Another test? Yeah, quite likely perhaps - though maybe she was just pissed off that I'm not the kind of guy she can take for a ride. So, anyway, she's being offish. I tell her we're going outside for a cigarette. And then suddenly the moodiness vanishes and she's fine again. Odd. So there's something new - if you're on a date and she gets moody: bounce to a different venue.
I decide we're going to go and get a drink somewhere else (via a cashpoint, of course), and we end up doing a full circle of the high-street before ending up back at the first bar. By now I'm now holding her hand as if we've been going out for months. So we arrive back at the first place - it's noisy, but alright. She suggests we get a jug of cocktail, which she pays for. Ah. Good shit. So we banter away for another hour or so. We're getting a bit tipsy by now, and the conversation is just a mix of her madness and my witty banter, which I'll spare you from apart from where necessary. At some point she decides to put on some more lip gloss.
HiredGun: "Do you want some?"
Bandit: "Haha, you must be joking"
HiredGun: "Are you sure?"
Bandit: "The only way you'll get that shit on me is if you kiss me".
I go in for the kiss, but I get rejected. I can't work this out. Everything is going smoothly. I've kino escalated and she's comfortable with me touching her. She's laughing at my jokes. But there's resistance. Damn. I excuse myself and go to the loo. Time to regroup and work this shit out. I give myself a prep-talk and, despite feeling like a cock for doing it, I tell myself "It's on. She's into me and I'm going to kiss her".
I come back upstairs and check a text message. She comments on my phone. I have a flash of inspiration.
Bandit: "It's a camera too".
Her: "Oh cool"
Bandit: "Yeah, let me switch it on. Ok. Come here, let's see what we'd look like as a happy couple. Smile into the camera".
Bandit: "Good. Nice photo. Ok, now show me your angry scowling face".
Bandit: "Excellent. Alright, I wonder what we would look like if we kissed".
It worked so well it might as well have been a magic spell. It's devestatingly effective. I mean, I read about it before in The Game, and I thought it was cool - but could it actually work? Well, the answer is yes. She loved it. And my god was she into the kissing after that. From there it was a simple matter of keeping the energy high and the kissing good until we got chucked out at closing time.
We start walking. I don't tell her we're going back to mine (again, a mistake I would have made in the past). I simply start us walking on the road back to mine, and then tell her we're going to pick up some more booze and ciggies on the way. No resistance at all.
Back at mine we go straight up to my room. She wants to roll a joint. Sure, why not. Now, I do want to make one thing straight here. I don't do drugs. I used to smoke weed, a lot, and I've tried coke once. Now, I occasionally smoke a bit of pot if it happens to be there. Again, this is a point where the old me would have probably gone along with anything. The new me thought: hmm, ok, well, I quite like pot and it's been a while. Why not, it'll be fun. And now that it's my place I can smoke wherever I want. So she rolled one up. My brother came in and joined in the joint-smoking and we got her laughing at our banter.
A joint or two later, she starts trying to undress me so I kick my brother out. She's all over me and things start heating up. But then after about five minutes of escalating hotness she just stops and starts talking crap. Odd. Ok. Whatever. Start again. This carried on THE WHOLE FUCKING EVENING. It was absurd. Things would get hot and frisky, and then she'd hit the 'off' button. When she was on, she was definately on. She's the most aggressive girl I've ever met. She bit me. She scratched her nails down my chest and back (I look like I've been in a fight with a tiger as I write this), and even slapped me. Hard. Only once though, as after she did that I picked her up and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down beneath me.
Anyway, I digress. For whatever reason she kept interrupting 'the moment'. Did I make a mistake? Perhaps.... perhaps I should have given her the cold shoulder once she started wrecking 'the moment'. In future, I'll try it. Anyway, this carries on for what felt like hours. Eventually, I decide to take her panties off, whilst the heat is on and she tells me "You can't see down there until after my waxing appointment tomorrow".
Fuck it. I fall asleep. Or at least I try... Instead I'm frustrated as a bastard and I'm plagued with self doubt. What the fuck just happened... this isn't normal. And then an internal monologue where the deamons in my head fought out the detail of why I hadn't had sex: half blaming me and calling me all variety of names, half blaming her... a very small number of voices trying to soothe me, calm me down, and tell me that "it doesn't matter". Of course, it didn't matter. Nonetheless I can hear the birds starting to sing as I finally drift off to sleep.
Tuesday
Morning. I awake with a raging hard-on. My shit feels like it's going to explode. Despite the fact it's far to early to be considered civilised I wake her up and start trying to get things on. She's into it - but not as much as I'd like. But then she goes down on me, which was simply awesome. You know that theory that girls with tongue studs give better head? The theory is good.
Later on in the day she texts me "I know this sounds a bit clingy, but what are you up to this evening?"
Now I know it's on. It was awesome. She comes round with a dvd, some wine and some weed (see how my framing us as equals yesterday meant she had no problem bringing round some wine today instead of insisting I provide it).
A bit of smoke, mind-blowingly-awesome sex, more smoke, giggling fit for about half an hour, a good film, and I fell asleep curled up with the hottest women I've ever had. Once again I had some LMR, but this time I defused it nicely. As I went in to take off her panties:
"All you want to do is take my panties off an fuck me, don't you" (said in an accusatory way, in the kind of 'all you want me for is sex' type way).
"Yes. I am going to take your panties off, and then I am going to fuck you".
And it was epic. Best sex I've ever had.
-B
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Monday, 28 January 2008
Rushed for time, but not complaining
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
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
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
Sunday, 30 December 2007
Paying for things
Just now, I was asked the following by private message on The Attraction Forums. It was a good question.
During a D2 beyond who pays guy, girl, dutch?
If the girl asks me to pay for her like for example meal, coffee, then?
And at what given time do YOU pay for her?
It's a tough one, and I've not been doing this for long enough to really have any solid rules I can recommend.
My old AFC self would always pay for the first meal and buy the first drink. Now, well for a start I haven't yet taken a girl out for a meal as a D2. I favour going for drinks, or better still, coffee during the day works well. Why? Well it's far easier for a girl to accept an invitation to go for a coffee for half an hour than to commit to sitting down for a meal with a guy she doesn't know for two hours. This fits in well with what your girl told you.
Now? Well, I don't buy girls drinks when sarging, unless I've brought them into my group and it's my turn to buy a round. If it's me plus two girls, I'll sometimes tell them that I'll get this round if they get the next one (normally preceded with a "normally I wouldn't do this but,").
On a D2 I will generally get the first drinks and then play it by ear. Most girls will reciprocate, and if they don't and I get thirsty whilst they're nursing a drink I tell them I'm going to get another buy and ask if they'd like another. Normally they'll say no.
If the girl's a student, poor, has just had her cards stolen (that actually genuinely happened once), then I'll happily pay for drinks. I generally don't worry about it too much.
Where I have a big objection though is guys paying for things to bail a girl out. There is no quicker way to get LBJF'd than to have a guy try to seduce a girl by paying for something she needs when she can't afford it. Recently a friend brought a girl he was trying to seduce some groceries as she had no money. I told him not to. He didn't listen. Has he so much as kissed her? I think you can guess the answer.
Girls can look after themselves, and in fact I believe the girls I know have a better handle of their finances than the guys I know. Also, they will almost never let themselves into a situation where they can't afford to eat, or get themselves home etc...
So there we are:
Drinks/meals - not sure but I think it's good to be open to the situation and not let the rules prevent you from making sure the situation runs smoothly. At the same time never make the mistake of buying a girl a drink before she's come on the D2, unless she has A) bought you one or B) has promised to buy the next in exchange.
Everything else - NEVER buy a girl who isn't your actual girlfriend anything that is at all practical/helpful/thoughtful/trying to be kind. No good can come from it and you'll be LJBF'd quicker than anything.
I mean I have a friend who bought a girl he wants to seduce a bloody $120 mp3 player for christmas... I'm currently fucking this GermanGirl and have I gotten her anything? Not a chance.
-B
During a D2 beyond who pays guy, girl, dutch?
If the girl asks me to pay for her like for example meal, coffee, then?
And at what given time do YOU pay for her?
It's a tough one, and I've not been doing this for long enough to really have any solid rules I can recommend.
My old AFC self would always pay for the first meal and buy the first drink. Now, well for a start I haven't yet taken a girl out for a meal as a D2. I favour going for drinks, or better still, coffee during the day works well. Why? Well it's far easier for a girl to accept an invitation to go for a coffee for half an hour than to commit to sitting down for a meal with a guy she doesn't know for two hours. This fits in well with what your girl told you.
Now? Well, I don't buy girls drinks when sarging, unless I've brought them into my group and it's my turn to buy a round. If it's me plus two girls, I'll sometimes tell them that I'll get this round if they get the next one (normally preceded with a "normally I wouldn't do this but,").
On a D2 I will generally get the first drinks and then play it by ear. Most girls will reciprocate, and if they don't and I get thirsty whilst they're nursing a drink I tell them I'm going to get another buy and ask if they'd like another. Normally they'll say no.
If the girl's a student, poor, has just had her cards stolen (that actually genuinely happened once), then I'll happily pay for drinks. I generally don't worry about it too much.
Where I have a big objection though is guys paying for things to bail a girl out. There is no quicker way to get LBJF'd than to have a guy try to seduce a girl by paying for something she needs when she can't afford it. Recently a friend brought a girl he was trying to seduce some groceries as she had no money. I told him not to. He didn't listen. Has he so much as kissed her? I think you can guess the answer.
Girls can look after themselves, and in fact I believe the girls I know have a better handle of their finances than the guys I know. Also, they will almost never let themselves into a situation where they can't afford to eat, or get themselves home etc...
So there we are:
Drinks/meals - not sure but I think it's good to be open to the situation and not let the rules prevent you from making sure the situation runs smoothly. At the same time never make the mistake of buying a girl a drink before she's come on the D2, unless she has A) bought you one or B) has promised to buy the next in exchange.
Everything else - NEVER buy a girl who isn't your actual girlfriend anything that is at all practical/helpful/thoughtful/trying to be kind. No good can come from it and you'll be LJBF'd quicker than anything.
I mean I have a friend who bought a girl he wants to seduce a bloody $120 mp3 player for christmas... I'm currently fucking this GermanGirl and have I gotten her anything? Not a chance.
-B
La Belle France
I'm now on holiday in France. Have been without internet access for a week, and it's been bliss. No e-mails. No bollocksing crap.
Today I took out FrenchChick for a drink. She's a friend of Ex-LTR, and she was more than happy to go out for a drink with me. We used to have amazing chemistry and flirted outrageously. Back then though it was pretty clear nothing would happen. EX-LTR was living with FrenchChick, and neither of us were willing to take a risk and take things any further.
Now, I haven't seen this girl for over a year, but she agrees to meet me pretty willingly. She's still gorgeous. A pure 9. 5"2, with blonde streaks in her brown hair. Petite and with a perfect figure. I can sense some chemistry is still there, and I kino escalate a bit. I can tell she's hesitant though, and as the conversation progressed she told me that she'd recently started going out with this guy who she'd fallen in love with... bla bla bla. Unfortunately she was convincing enough for it to have been true.
So I turned it down a gear. I'm not in the business of making people unhappy. I want her, but not if it's going to make her life hell (she's about to go away with this guy for a month). So instead I stepped back. I broke up the first location, bounced us to a couple of shops, and then took her back to her car. In all I spent a couple of hours with her. She asked me to call her next time I'm in France.
Next time, provided she's single, or has falled out of lust/love with whatever bastard she's with, I will make my move. I am a patient man. I will wait. A long time, as I won't be back for six months. But I will wait. And I will get what's coming to me.
Now onto the next. FrenchChick2 (i need more inventive names), is a friend of my sister. I've been asked to drive her to a party on Monday, in a town I happen to be going to. Hour's drive. Gorgeous girl. Let's see what happens...
LawGirl and I are still e-mailing. It's good, I'm escalating things bit by bit with every e-mail. Again, patience will pay off (I hope), and when it does it will be awesome.
-B
Today I took out FrenchChick for a drink. She's a friend of Ex-LTR, and she was more than happy to go out for a drink with me. We used to have amazing chemistry and flirted outrageously. Back then though it was pretty clear nothing would happen. EX-LTR was living with FrenchChick, and neither of us were willing to take a risk and take things any further.
Now, I haven't seen this girl for over a year, but she agrees to meet me pretty willingly. She's still gorgeous. A pure 9. 5"2, with blonde streaks in her brown hair. Petite and with a perfect figure. I can sense some chemistry is still there, and I kino escalate a bit. I can tell she's hesitant though, and as the conversation progressed she told me that she'd recently started going out with this guy who she'd fallen in love with... bla bla bla. Unfortunately she was convincing enough for it to have been true.
So I turned it down a gear. I'm not in the business of making people unhappy. I want her, but not if it's going to make her life hell (she's about to go away with this guy for a month). So instead I stepped back. I broke up the first location, bounced us to a couple of shops, and then took her back to her car. In all I spent a couple of hours with her. She asked me to call her next time I'm in France.
Next time, provided she's single, or has falled out of lust/love with whatever bastard she's with, I will make my move. I am a patient man. I will wait. A long time, as I won't be back for six months. But I will wait. And I will get what's coming to me.
Now onto the next. FrenchChick2 (i need more inventive names), is a friend of my sister. I've been asked to drive her to a party on Monday, in a town I happen to be going to. Hour's drive. Gorgeous girl. Let's see what happens...
LawGirl and I are still e-mailing. It's good, I'm escalating things bit by bit with every e-mail. Again, patience will pay off (I hope), and when it does it will be awesome.
-B
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