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Watch the video diary here - 

http://player.vimeo.com/video/16996378

My alarm went off at 4am on I believe a Monday morning. I didn’t want to wake up. I tried to telepathically contact my friend and wing ‘Krauser’ in the next room to say ‘shall we not bother’. I couldn’t so dragged myself up, leaving the warmth of Chateau Hampstead in the background and a 20 year old Egyptian model sleeping in my bed.
 
We’d decided to film a video diary. There was no real goal. We had such a god time in Lithuania we just thought if we recorded everything we’d have something entertaining to post on the various web sites we run. I really wish we had videos for our previous trips to Lithuania (twice), Malaga, Manchester, Paris, Miami, Savannah, Oslo and Warsaw. It’s not so much the game but the ridiculous moments than you might accidentally catch that would just make comedy gold. Like ‘Suave’ spending all night DHVing to a young Polish girl about his frankly playboy lifestyle and that he lives in a big house in the most expensive part of London, then only to have to ask her for money not only to pay his bar bill, but also for a taxi to the airport for his flight home and then have her chase after the departing taxi shouting ‘where is my money’.
 
And so it began. The Jimmy and Krauser roadshow hit Zagreb.
 
What can I tell you about Croatia? I can tell you I have been before. In 2007 a very fresh to game Jimmy Jambone flew to Croatia with two very conservative and scared non-game friends. It was an excellent holiday. We flew to Rijeka, drove down the coast to Split, across the islands and down to Dubrovnik. The women got better and better as we headed south. By the time we got to Split we were regularly seeing 9s and 10s.
 
The best place in Croatia was Dubrovnik, the women were consistently tall, elegant, slim and very beautiful. The only place better, and it was much better, was Sarajevo. Sarajevo is without a doubt the most amazing place I have ever been for beautiful women. I’d happily say they were in abundance and out of every 10 girls I would say 9 were 10s.
 
On the whole of the trip I was aching to open. I’d been into game for about 6 months and didn’t open a thing. I had two AFC friends with me who I just didn’t trust to have my back and not burn the set. I also didn’t want to fail in front of them, which they would have loved me to do. They pointed out that we shouldn’t open sets anyway as they all had massive boyfriends just around the corner who would immediately come and knock our teeth out if we said hello to their girl. One day in Dubrovnik I faked illness to avoid a trip to Montenegro and went into town to game. I did 10 sets and got an instant date.
 
So this was very much a PUA mature and capable return of Jambone to the scene of his former frustration. I knew there would be an abundance of hot targets. As it turns out - Zagreb is the third best place I have ever been for women. The second best was Dubrovnik. The first - Sarajevo.
 
Our first blick of Zagreb was after leaving the bus station, boarding a tram and heading into the centre. We weren’t impressed. We were in high spirits and laughing at what a shit hole it was. And the girls on the street were like a day trip to Scunthorpe. We were getting IOId massively, and we knew it. We were talking loudly saying Zagreb was a shit hole and the girls were rotten and that we’d fuck off to Sarajevo first chance we got if things didn’t pick up.
 
Spyder met us on the main square in Zagreb. Trg Bana Jeleica or ‘Banana Jelly‘ in our language. I introduced him to Krauser and he asked what the next step was, we said ‘food‘ and went for lunch. We spent an hour or two just talking about politics and economics. No game was mentioned. We just chatted and ate, Krauser got to know Spyder a bit. Spyder asked what we wanted to see this week. We just laughed and said ‘we‘re here for game‘. Spyder advised it would be hard but he’s keen to see us try. The problem was, he explained, that Croatian women were too hung up on reputation to be seen talking to foreigners. It would take 5 dates and 5 of their friends to say we were OK before they would sleep with us. Anything less than that and we would immediately be out.
 
20 minutes later on our way to a coffee shop Krauser had opened and number closed an 8 in a broad daylight cold approach in around 10 minutes.  The video is on his blog.
 
I then did my first approach. I was itching to get started but should have stayed patient. She looked great from behind, and wasn’t, but I was off the mark and my energy was up. Later on as we walked back to the apartment I opened a brunette, purposely chose a sexually pushy opener just to force the ’conservative’ myth right down Spyder’s throat. I love the guy don’t get me wrong. But I was there do to business and blast apart my friend’s limiting beliefs.
 
So with this video, I know it’s not the most solid of closes. Like I make excuses for her giving me her number. Two things. One I have fucked so many women off exactly this kind of close, it’s a decent close. Two, at some point in the conversation I sensed she had something holding her back, probably a more significant boyfriend, so I decided to go down the rouet of creating a pawn. I though ‘I’ll get her out as mates and get her to bring friends’. While doing this, it can always move back into being a target with comfort and kino escalation.
 
This girl was however texting with me the next day. It felt like it was going somewhere but she stopped when I sent a text saying ’you need to perfect that silly sexy walk of yours’. I can’t remember exactly what she replied but she seemed to mis- understand what I had said and thought I’d told her she was perfect in some way, in her reply I‘d clearly lost the frame, she replied with an air of big sister talking to little brother and when I replied back, she never replied.
 
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lge6f8-0n0E&hl=en&fs=1]
 
No big deal at all. Just a warm up and a decent infield vid. I was off the mark and Spyder said ‘I think you guys might be onto something here’. For the rest of the day… we went for a meal, the streets were dead, we met a pawn set in a bar, they were not so nice but they took us for drinks in a bar called Alcatraz. They enthusiastically took us there, even buying us a drink in the street on the way, then as soon as we got in, they shit tested us, spoke to some guys, turned their back on us. Ignored us.
 
We just had our own fun, spoke to some guys, laughed at the guys in the Conells 74-75 video as a lot look like older beta versions of the RSG Bastards. The song is about youth and potential being gone before you know it. Krauser mentioned that for girls watching the guys in that video was like us watching a bunch of fat girls dancing. Good analogy.
 
There was nothing worth gaming so we went home about 1am.
 
Day one:
Opens: 2
Closes (face book/number): 1
Dates: 0
In orbit (girls from today that I am still firmly in touch with and actively gaming) : 0
Open to Close ratio: 50%
  
Notes: Just getting off the mark. Thought the number close would make a decent pawn, nought came of it.