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Happy N'ugh' Year
Submitted by jimmy on 8 January, 2011 - 19:25
Worst New Year Ever!
Shammers and I decided not to spend a 5th consecutive new year in London. It was decided 6 months ago. We booked Copenhagen. Apparently he’d been here before and loved it. So it was the very early hours of New Years Eve 2010 we left the greatest city on the face of the planet and headed into this little Viking hamlet (Hamlet, get it?).
It all started off so promisingly. Checked into our hostel tired but in good time, we got some sleep in and by 4pm we were up and ready to roll with the festivities.
So I was ready for my first set. We walked into the reception of the hostel, a spacious place with beer, food, tables and chairs, low music and plenty of young people. As I queued to buy a muffin I noticed a girl standing behind me. A 6. It wasn’t really an open, really what else do you do when you’re in a queue and notice someone behind you?
So I opened her up and watched were it went. A 6 but a decent one and who knows what friends she was with? Pawn sets become target sets all the time.
So 15 minutes of easy game and the number was secured. Some of her friends came in so we made sure we were ingratiated with them, and we left at around 5pm to go for some food and drinks.
The streets were a bit dead, no bars were open, apart from one old man pub we found. We went in, bought drinks and about that time the 6 sent me a text, asking if we wanted to come to their room and have drinks. I replied that we probably wouldn’t but might see them out later.
So in this pub we meet some Danish DJ. We spent an hour or two chatting, he lined us up with places to go and some advice. In Denmark no one goes out for New Year until AFTER midnight. And he gave us the address for a cool house party later on.
OK, so we’re out too early, let’s go to those pawns, have some drinks and pass the time. No point being in these literally empty streets.
Back at the hostel, we go to the 6s room, her friends are all there. All 6s apart from a tall punky girl who is a 7.
6 is all into me. It’s game over. I need to get myself some Coke for the vodka so I head down to the reception, she follows me to the door and is about to kiss close me. I am thinking ’hold on… there’s a 7 in there… I might want to hold my horses on this one’.
At that moment, some young gun from Plymouth comes round the corner. Bouncy energetic kid, very friendly. Drunk already. He interrupts our kiss close thankfully, allowing me to more easily keep my options open, It’s still early.
I head down to reception to get my Coke. Shammers number closes a German 7. OK so the quality is low but at this point we are really doing all we can with the targets we see. We can’t magic stunners out of thin air, right?
Back upstairs and all our pawn set is now in the Plymouth bedroom. 7 young, energetic and half cut Plymouth kids. We go in, but it’s now Shammers and I as the cold end of the pool, against the guys who are now ‘the party’. The guys have no game and seeing the matrix through my PUA glasses I recognise all the social dynamics. The AMOGs, the women positioning themselves near who they perceive to be alpha, the kids attempts to escalate with comments like ’Ooh, come on get in a photo with me, here have a drink’.
6 is with Plymouth tall, 7 is with Plymouths West Ham and Aston Villa (who the fuck supports Plymouth?) Shammer’s and I position ourselves slightly to the side, locked into the wall, relaxed and engage each other. We talk to people who come near us, we make them join our group. Eventually 7 drifts by, so Shammer’s ’opens’ her. She is keen to talk. Now I notice the situation changing. 7 feels our value. Centred, calm, owning our own set. In conversation we have the kids dancing to our tune. They make natural attempts to AMOG us ('come on, get in our photograph with us, don't worry, we won't bite you'), but because we know what is going on, we can handle it, oh so subtly. With a smile and an eye glance to others, just as you would if your nephew was being cheeky. I make reference to the Plymouths being enthusiastic and full of energy, it's cool I say, they're like my nephews. It's endearing. The Plymouths think I am making them look good so they lap it up. They don't see the matrix. Job done. In the room there were now 7 Plymouth boys and 2 men (Shammers and I). The pawns never look at the Plymouths again after this and shortly after the Plymouths leave realising the pawns are no longer going with them.
The jealousy plotline works on the 6. So to cut a long story short, we end up with 6 and 7 fighting for my attention (it’s my set, I opened it so I own it, Shammer’s wings me perfectly).
Now 6 is grinding on my knee. 7 is giving me massive IOIs, for example, suggesting we should meet up after New Year for a weekend.
So this was my current situation. It’s just all there was at the moment. 6 was drunk and sold on me. I could easily have extracted her to my room next door and had my wicked way with her. She was an absolute definite. I don’t take advantage of drunk girls. I don’t feel attracted to drunk girls. 7 would have required a bit more work but she was definitely ‘on‘. She invited us to go the club they were going to. I’d have escalated over time and probably have got what I wanted.
I didn’t get into game to pick up 6s and 7s. I was in Copenhagen for the best night of my life, just round the corner somewhere would be a cool cocktail bar, with a few 8s and 9s and I’d be like a pig in pig heaven.
Plymouths had left ages ago by now. Defeated. We were now in their room, with the girls they previously thought were theirs. Girls we regarded simply as pawns. 7 wanted me to go to some awful noisy nightclub with her and the pawns, but I didn’t want to. Shammer's 7 also turned up and made him the same offer and in hindsight, maybe we should have gone, but we were convinced we were in for better.
So we left for the promised land. It was now me and Shammers. That’s all we needed! The night would only go downhill from here.
First of all, it was still only 11 o clock. So after trawling the freezing cold streets for 45 minutes, we found ONE bar open. A grubby little place that consisted of a middle aged woman and her prostitute friend, two bald lesbians and a guy who looked like Burto. This is where we saw the New Year in.
Just after 12 the streets started to fill up with drunk Danish people letting off stupid amounts of fireworks. This went on for about an hour and a half. We left at two and walked up to this party. I was already in shut down mode. Shammers forced me to go to this party.
It was a long walk in freezing rain across sheets of ice. We stopped in a café and made a video diary.
After this we went to the party, which admittedly was fantastic and had some nice girls in there. A few 9s and 10s. It was in a weird place, a massive hospital turned into some kind of student commune. 10 floors of enormous hospital turned into one massive party. It was very loud and every one was smashed. I knew I didn’t want to be there when I could hear the thud of the sub woofer from a mile away.
Shammers had a great time. He can dance really well so he just created a ton of interest for himself on the dacefloor. I made half arsed attempts at opening. Watched people’s lips move without knowing what they hell they were saying, smiled, nodded and basically got nowhere. After the amount of time I felt was service enough to Shammers, I headed home.
Just a note here. Even though I didn't want to be at the party, I just wanted to go home and I couldn't hear a thing and I hated the music... I still gave it a go. I told myself, just open 5 girls, with ANYTHING., Just see if you get 'lucky'. I didn't.
I should have just clacked the 6.
Epilogue - This morning in the hostel bar we bumped into Shammer’s 7 and he took that forward, you‘ll have to ask him about that. Then my 7 and her gang turned up. She was keen with me, enthusiastically bouncing over to meet me and we all arranged to go out later tonight. There won’t be much open so I may just work on her. Absolutely no sign of 6. She is probably still smashed in bed. Maybe I should knock on her door.
Out to do some street game now, but the streets look a bit empty.
Shammers and I decided not to spend a 5th consecutive new year in London. It was decided 6 months ago. We booked Copenhagen. Apparently he’d been here before and loved it. So it was the very early hours of New Years Eve 2010 we left the greatest city on the face of the planet and headed into this little Viking hamlet (Hamlet, get it?).
It all started off so promisingly. Checked into our hostel tired but in good time, we got some sleep in and by 4pm we were up and ready to roll with the festivities.
So I was ready for my first set. We walked into the reception of the hostel, a spacious place with beer, food, tables and chairs, low music and plenty of young people. As I queued to buy a muffin I noticed a girl standing behind me. A 6. It wasn’t really an open, really what else do you do when you’re in a queue and notice someone behind you?
So I opened her up and watched were it went. A 6 but a decent one and who knows what friends she was with? Pawn sets become target sets all the time.
So 15 minutes of easy game and the number was secured. Some of her friends came in so we made sure we were ingratiated with them, and we left at around 5pm to go for some food and drinks.
The streets were a bit dead, no bars were open, apart from one old man pub we found. We went in, bought drinks and about that time the 6 sent me a text, asking if we wanted to come to their room and have drinks. I replied that we probably wouldn’t but might see them out later.
So in this pub we meet some Danish DJ. We spent an hour or two chatting, he lined us up with places to go and some advice. In Denmark no one goes out for New Year until AFTER midnight. And he gave us the address for a cool house party later on.
OK, so we’re out too early, let’s go to those pawns, have some drinks and pass the time. No point being in these literally empty streets.
Back at the hostel, we go to the 6s room, her friends are all there. All 6s apart from a tall punky girl who is a 7.
6 is all into me. It’s game over. I need to get myself some Coke for the vodka so I head down to the reception, she follows me to the door and is about to kiss close me. I am thinking ’hold on… there’s a 7 in there… I might want to hold my horses on this one’.
At that moment, some young gun from Plymouth comes round the corner. Bouncy energetic kid, very friendly. Drunk already. He interrupts our kiss close thankfully, allowing me to more easily keep my options open, It’s still early.
I head down to reception to get my Coke. Shammers number closes a German 7. OK so the quality is low but at this point we are really doing all we can with the targets we see. We can’t magic stunners out of thin air, right?
Back upstairs and all our pawn set is now in the Plymouth bedroom. 7 young, energetic and half cut Plymouth kids. We go in, but it’s now Shammers and I as the cold end of the pool, against the guys who are now ‘the party’. The guys have no game and seeing the matrix through my PUA glasses I recognise all the social dynamics. The AMOGs, the women positioning themselves near who they perceive to be alpha, the kids attempts to escalate with comments like ’Ooh, come on get in a photo with me, here have a drink’.
6 is with Plymouth tall, 7 is with Plymouths West Ham and Aston Villa (who the fuck supports Plymouth?) Shammer’s and I position ourselves slightly to the side, locked into the wall, relaxed and engage each other. We talk to people who come near us, we make them join our group. Eventually 7 drifts by, so Shammer’s ’opens’ her. She is keen to talk. Now I notice the situation changing. 7 feels our value. Centred, calm, owning our own set. In conversation we have the kids dancing to our tune. They make natural attempts to AMOG us ('come on, get in our photograph with us, don't worry, we won't bite you'), but because we know what is going on, we can handle it, oh so subtly. With a smile and an eye glance to others, just as you would if your nephew was being cheeky. I make reference to the Plymouths being enthusiastic and full of energy, it's cool I say, they're like my nephews. It's endearing. The Plymouths think I am making them look good so they lap it up. They don't see the matrix. Job done. In the room there were now 7 Plymouth boys and 2 men (Shammers and I). The pawns never look at the Plymouths again after this and shortly after the Plymouths leave realising the pawns are no longer going with them.
The jealousy plotline works on the 6. So to cut a long story short, we end up with 6 and 7 fighting for my attention (it’s my set, I opened it so I own it, Shammer’s wings me perfectly).
Now 6 is grinding on my knee. 7 is giving me massive IOIs, for example, suggesting we should meet up after New Year for a weekend.
So this was my current situation. It’s just all there was at the moment. 6 was drunk and sold on me. I could easily have extracted her to my room next door and had my wicked way with her. She was an absolute definite. I don’t take advantage of drunk girls. I don’t feel attracted to drunk girls. 7 would have required a bit more work but she was definitely ‘on‘. She invited us to go the club they were going to. I’d have escalated over time and probably have got what I wanted.
I didn’t get into game to pick up 6s and 7s. I was in Copenhagen for the best night of my life, just round the corner somewhere would be a cool cocktail bar, with a few 8s and 9s and I’d be like a pig in pig heaven.
Plymouths had left ages ago by now. Defeated. We were now in their room, with the girls they previously thought were theirs. Girls we regarded simply as pawns. 7 wanted me to go to some awful noisy nightclub with her and the pawns, but I didn’t want to. Shammer's 7 also turned up and made him the same offer and in hindsight, maybe we should have gone, but we were convinced we were in for better.
So we left for the promised land. It was now me and Shammers. That’s all we needed! The night would only go downhill from here.
First of all, it was still only 11 o clock. So after trawling the freezing cold streets for 45 minutes, we found ONE bar open. A grubby little place that consisted of a middle aged woman and her prostitute friend, two bald lesbians and a guy who looked like Burto. This is where we saw the New Year in.
Just after 12 the streets started to fill up with drunk Danish people letting off stupid amounts of fireworks. This went on for about an hour and a half. We left at two and walked up to this party. I was already in shut down mode. Shammers forced me to go to this party.
It was a long walk in freezing rain across sheets of ice. We stopped in a café and made a video diary.
After this we went to the party, which admittedly was fantastic and had some nice girls in there. A few 9s and 10s. It was in a weird place, a massive hospital turned into some kind of student commune. 10 floors of enormous hospital turned into one massive party. It was very loud and every one was smashed. I knew I didn’t want to be there when I could hear the thud of the sub woofer from a mile away.
Shammers had a great time. He can dance really well so he just created a ton of interest for himself on the dacefloor. I made half arsed attempts at opening. Watched people’s lips move without knowing what they hell they were saying, smiled, nodded and basically got nowhere. After the amount of time I felt was service enough to Shammers, I headed home.
Just a note here. Even though I didn't want to be at the party, I just wanted to go home and I couldn't hear a thing and I hated the music... I still gave it a go. I told myself, just open 5 girls, with ANYTHING., Just see if you get 'lucky'. I didn't.
I should have just clacked the 6.
Epilogue - This morning in the hostel bar we bumped into Shammer’s 7 and he took that forward, you‘ll have to ask him about that. Then my 7 and her gang turned up. She was keen with me, enthusiastically bouncing over to meet me and we all arranged to go out later tonight. There won’t be much open so I may just work on her. Absolutely no sign of 6. She is probably still smashed in bed. Maybe I should knock on her door.
Out to do some street game now, but the streets look a bit empty.
