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… I arrive to the X hostel around 12:30 AM, where Aaron was waiting for me in the last five days. The taxi drops me outside of the hostel. I know it’s the right place because the Van of Victory is parked right outside of it. A few guys are sitting in the hangout area. They see me coming and start yelling:
- “It’s the other van guy!!!! We’ve been waiting for you and heard so much about you. Come, we’re going on a pub crawl!”
They then give me a beer and show me my bunk-bed.
I’ve already number and Facebook closed four girls today and the night didn’t even start yet. I throw my backpack on my bed and look in the mirror. I look tired. It’s been nonstop action for weeks and very intense last few days. I slept only three hours the previous night after partying in Budapest, and before that three days of traveling with my parents and meeting my brother for the first time in about seven years.
The guys are waiting for me. They ask where Aaron is but I have no idea, I just arrived to the hostel a few minutes earlier and didn’t hear from him in a few days. I know he almost banged some chick but lost her to the hostel’s bartender in an epic battle, but that’s all I heard from him in the last few days.
We start walking towards the old town and I get to know them. I meet the bartender.
- “So you’re the guy who stole some girl from Aaron?”
He started laughing.
- “Yea, I’m the best… your friend didn’t have a chance”.
- “You’re the best, ha? We will see about that….”
Moments later we spot Aaron walking back towards the hostel with two girls. It turns out that one of them is the same girl that he lost to the bartender. He will bang her in the van a few hours later. Me and Aaron hug and exchange a few words. He tells me that he’s going back to the hostel with the girls and I tell him I’m going on the pub crawl. We go our separate ways.
We arrive to the first stop, some bar with live music. Everybody order drinks and sit down to chat. But I’m totally restless. I’ve heard good things about Bucharest for years and waited for as long as I remember to get here. I walk around the bar and chat with some girls and then go back to our table. It’s the usual guy talk… sports, beer, traveling stories. Most of the group is made of some friends who are traveling together for a few weeks. The bigger the group, the lower the quality of conversation. And it was a big fucking group.
At some point we all at the dancefloor among some local girls. I see that one of them is checking out one guy from our group so I open her. I ask her name and introduce her to the guy she was looking at. They chat for awhile and I then whisper to him “she likes you…. I’ll talk with her friend”. He then looks at me and says “Ahaaaaaaaa so that’s why you introduced me to her! You just wanted the friend!”. I was doing him a favor and this is what I get… asshole.
Later we all walk to the next venue, an overcrowded club with too loud music and almost no light. It was a terrible venue for pick up and I couldn’t find myself there either. I didn’t really like the guys I was hanging out with and was getting pissed. At one point I turn to the only girl in the group and ask her something. The same guy from before, the asshole, looks at me and yells: “Hey! Why don’t you find your own girl!?!?”.
Fuck this shit. I’m leaving.
I went out of the club to the bustling streets of Bucharest’s old town. I still didn’t know what was going on around me, I didn’t have a map or my phone and was completely disoriented. I didn’t even know where the hostel was and how did I get there. All I knew was that there were tons of bars and clubs around me all packed with young people partying hard.
Up until this point I didn’t really go out alone much. I was used to having a wing, someone to fall back to, to chat with, to open sets with. But now I was alone. About a week earlier, in Constanta, me and Aaron split up towards the end of the night and within minutes I was already kissing some girl I bumped into. I’ve always wanted to go out solo but didn’t have the confidence to actually do it. I’ve only done it a few times but it was because it just happened, not because I wanted to.
This was it… I felt ready. I was now an approaching machine with a dozens of notches under my belt. My dance-floor game is sick, my bar game decent, my confidence through the roof. It was weekend and I was in Bucharest’s party central – all alone.
My mind was set on pulling a SNL with a local chick and I decided not to waste a single minute. I started walking in the small streets and narrow alleys, going in and out of bars like a madman. What I was looking for was simple – a good looking chick who was down to fuck and liked me. But how could I tell?
After going out almost every single night for more than a year – there is nothing easier. It is enough that a girl looks at me for a split second longer than usual, smiles at me, or gestures towards me to her friend and I hone on the invitation like an Air to Air missile honing on a heat source. You can either look for these signs or illicit them by getting closer to the girl and making her notice you. Girls subconsciously send out those signals all the time and after awhile you learn to recognize them. I’ve become so good at reading girls’ body language that it’s enough for me to walk in a club for less than a minute to know exactly which girls would be more receptive to me approach them. And when girls drink or go out looking to get laid, they’ll make their approach invitations more obvious and will display signs of interest less covertly than they normally would.
This is what makes instant make-outs possible. When you become good at recognizing the signs – all you need to do is walk around the venue, target the girls that like you, grab their hand and bring your face closer to theirs. If they don’t flinch or if they even bring their face closer to yours – you can go in for the kiss right there and then without exchanging a single word.
Tonight was a SNL night and there were literally hundreds of girls around. All I needed was to walk the clubs and streets, illicit and look for the invitation and go in. From there I’d quickly escalate and go for the pull. No fooling around – tonight I’m on a mission.
I went in and out, in and out, bar after bar, club after club, walking the venues sending smiles around and allowing girls to see me. If I’d see a girl I like – I’d get closer to her and make sure she noticed me. I’d then back off a little and wait for a reaction. If she’d ignore me – I’d be somewhere else within a second. If she’d give me even a micro smile or would turn her body in my direction – I’d approach.
The birth of 007 Game:
Putting yourself out there -> Eliciting /Seeking invitations -> Approaching -> Escalation -> Assessment:
How receptive is the girl? Are we making out? Does she let me cup her ass? If I turn my back to her and grab her hands and then put them on my chest - would she shove her hand under my shirt? Or would she pull back? Question – ”So what would you like for breakfast tomorrow morning?” – Does she smile? Or looks at me as if I’m a creep?
Decision time – Staying in or ejecting? If the signs are green – I’d stay. If they’re red – I’d eject and look for another girl.
With time you learn from past mistakes: staying in all night with a girl that only kissed you but didn’t let you push a hand under her shirt. A girl that said early on something about having to wake up early but you ignored it. A girl that said she’s married and you kept telling yourself that it’s fine and that she would cheat on him with you, despite not making-out with you “hardcore” enough… experience is king.
An hour later I’m dancing with a very hot girl who is in her early 30′s… a strong candidate. How good looking? A ballerina. We’re making out and it’s all systems go. We like each other and it’s not just physical. She’s a smart chick who is into all sorts of arts and hobbies. She appreciates my dancing skills and I befriend her buddies. When the time is right – I tell her to take me to her apartment. She resists a little but a joke about me sleeping on the sofa is all it takes.
We stay in bed until very late, 2 or 3 PM. She then asks me what about the breakfast that I promised cooking her. We walk to the kitchen dressed in bed sheets and cut some tomatoes and cheese. We go back to bed and fool around some more, then I take a taxi back to the X hostel.
The guys are sitting in the hangout area drinking beer. They watch me as I enter, still dressed with the same clothes I had on the previous night.
- “Was she hot?” The bartender asks.
- “A ballerina” I throw at him and go to have a shower.
The same night we went out again the whole group. I spent 15 minutes with them before ejecting myself to the streets for solo hunting. I stretch and turn my head around: left or right? left or right? Left… and I’m on the move.
Since then I’ve become addicted to flying solo and this sort of hunting which later I’ll refer to as 007 Game. As far as I’m concerned – it is the only way to play, the purest form of Game.
A couple of hours later I pulled a girl out of a club.
- “What’s the best hotel in town?”
- “The best? The Radisson”
- “Is it better than the Hilton?”
- “Yea, for sure… why? Are we going there?”
I smiled at her and hailed a taxi. I opened the door and she entered the cab without saying a word.
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Two months later I’ll perfect “007 Game”, eventually pulling 4 different girls in 5 nights, and a total of 8 in 12 nights out.
CHAT