Friday 20th Feb 2015
The wing who must not be named
wanted to do speed dating again. I went. It was a Friday and the vibe was different. More girls were on it like sonic. Boozing it up and shit. I was sober and have been for a while now. I can't drink much as of right now.
Tonights girls were nicer. A couple there who were just my type. Before the event begins the guys are in one room. My wing turns to me as say's 'there is no fucking competition'
. Like a lion surveying his territory I look over. There is none. It is so bad I felt sorry for the girls. Honestly.
My wing is a better conversationalist I would say than I, so I didn't want to be near him. I wanted chodes to be ahead of me so when I come up the girl has had a bit of the rough, now she can get the smooth.
Unfortunately it panned out that I was directly after my wing. Anyhoo, I plow through. Most girls were a bit meh with none taking my fancy. Then I got around half way through and a stunner comes along. She was in the corner with her friends with bottles and shit. Felt like I was heading to the VIP area. Now I'm opposite her with a table between us. I kind of freeze. I want this one and I'm doing shit. I say 'hi', she says hi. She asks how I find it. I say good. Then ask her. We pause in silence. I could barely hear her. Then my inner pimp comes alive
. I think fuck it. Stand up and jump to her side. Now I'm more chilled. Side by side. Conversation flows. Snow is back.
She was from tokyo, a ballet teacher, slightly tatted and smelt of money. I did well and head off with a mini victory under my belt.
Next I spoke to two air hostesses. One of them looked like this, but slightly less hot: http://assets3.capitalfm.com/2010/49/mo ... view-1.jpg
As soon as I sit down, she asks me what my favourite sex position is. I tell her missionary, she asks why. I tell her some shit. 'Oh' she says. 'What' I ask. She mentions how the wing who must not be named
told her to say that to fluster me and how it didn't work. God damn, what are these bitches like!? I'm the ice man.
Get to know, bia-tch! She said how cool it was to meet normal guys like me and my wing. Honestly, I am not joking when I say there were no guys there to compete with. It was like competing with someone out of the undateables (Channel 4 show, google it).
I then get a bit more around the room. One girl tells me she has a b/f and is just here supporting a friend. Then she stops me and says what is someone like you doing at an event like this. I was like, what do you mean. She said, you are too good for this. Look at you. Your charming, good looking. You shouldn't be doing this. She was a soft HB9, a banker and frightfully posh. Which I like. As if my ego needed any more massaging, my head was swole after this for sheezy.
After the event we bounce out and meet with another wing. A man who's stories will shock you, in a good way. The guy who I mentioned after I met inspired me. He's been gaming for 8 years and is good. He's an admin on another site that is used by london pua's like Jon Matrix, John Cooper etc. Some girl opens him, she's okish. He's like 6,4 with a leather jacket, in shape to fuck so I'm sure that helps. Anyways he's not keen. I talk to her and she is a bit tom boyish. We leave the bar and when I go to kiss her cheek, her head stayed central. So I go for the make out. I get a slither of tongue and she stops. 'Not in front of everyone' she says. I'm a persistent fuck and go in again and get it. That's how I roll. Persistence, my dear Watson. As I was leaving I spoke to her friend who couldn't stop shouting out about how posh I sounded. I've had this a couple of times during my gaming. It strikes me as somewhat odd as I believe I sound relatively normal. Anyhoo.
We hit Z bar, but it is too much for me. I wasn't really drinking. I'd had 2 beers at it was 12:30. Downstairs at Z bar was my favourite place on Earth. A dingy, sess pool of gyrating drunk young women. Now when I went there it disgusted me. I'm moving away from that lifestyle. And happily. We head to another bar and I see 2 friends from back home (Mario being one of them). They are surrounded by a table of models. God damn. It was sick. I partied with them. Mario ended up with one model. One girl was keen on me and I was luke warm on her. I do as I always do, isolate and look to close. I take her outside to smoke. I hug her over what ever random shit she did, that gives me the excuse, then I say we are going to speak like this, still hugging her (taken from VP), then I go for the make out. She turns away. I literally just pull her head to mine. Still nothing. She say's 'I'm not there yet'. Which was interesting. She articulated her feelings. Anyways I continue with her but things aren't moving fast enough, I bounce around elsewhere. She was a good HB7 and is adequate. At the end of the night all her friends stand outside. My Uber is on its way. I link arms with her and walk. But she won't leave with me. I make out with her over and over and she scampers away. As she does my uber arrives. If it had been there earlier I think I could of got her in the taxi. It's all about getting just that one step further with girls.
After that, I head home.
- I have been dressing in all black like this: http://blog.denimtherapy.com/wp-content/gallery/al_saints-winter-lookbook-2011/allsaints-winter-2011-8.jpg
Smarter than usual and it definitely gets the right looks. I feel like a deity when I'm all in black. I find to get the type of women I want, this is a good look to have.
You have gotta want it, as bad as you wanna breath...
Then you'll be successful!