Rock Solid Game

I hit Camden the other day with HBStupidAussiePrick, HBFatHeadedGeodie and my 17 year old nephew. It was an unusually good day. I did 4 sets. Yes, I saw 4 women that got the blood going. So the first one you can see on this video clip. It was my first set, a bit of a warm up. Two girls, 8s stood together. So I just went in purposely ballsy and cocky. I love this type of ‘game’. It’s actually not game. If you want success – then don’t do this. If you want results, get good at going in a bit indirectly and warming conversation up, KDM style. I just can’t be arsed with that anymore. I get an adrenaline kick from just being ballsy. I loved every second of this set. Loved it. I was never bored and had bags of energy. I knew she was going to call me ‘creepy’. I got a kick out of knowing what her cards were and how and when she was going to play them and that she had no idea I knew this. She really thought she had me. I approach the set. Ignore the obstacle and lay it on the target. You turn me on. I then acknowledge the obstacle and I know the cock-block is coming (she was absolutely furious) and just shrug it off. I love the fact that I am hitting on this girl so directly and that her mate hates it. I get a kick that I am fucking with her mate’s day. What a fucking cunt I am. [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmqos3anGqk&w=480&h=390] Anyway. The obstacle storms off and the target has to go with her. You need to know two things about this set. 1)      The target loved it. She squirmed and she kept eye contact with me. There’s no doubt in my mind she wanted me there. She didn’t move. She kept the conversation going and only when her mate went round the corner she left me, walking backwards while saying goodbye... 2)      She saw me about ten minutes later. She was with her silly friend and some guy getting food at a stall. She saw me. Looked away, then left her friends and walked into an isolated position on her own about 20 metres away from her friends. Almost like she was positioning for me to re-open. But she blew it. I like women. Women don’t let their friends manipulate them so easily. I revelled in filtering her out. As I say, there are many ways you can do a set better than this. I was warming up – getting the blood bubbling. A few minutes later I saw a 10. An absolute 10. Tall, dark, slim. Stopped her laid it on the line. She didn’t want any of it. ‘Nice try, but I have to go’. Set three. Burto is leaving and a tall, slim Eastern European girl walks past. Died red hair. Looks like she belongs in a rock video. An 8. Tall enough and hot enough for me to feel like I am being naughty by approaching her. She gives me the boyfriend excuse. She’s clearly lying. She makes no attempt to leave me. Even when I say ‘Ah well, it’s a shame you don’t like me, but it was nice to meet you’. I hold eye contact and it’s just silence for about 5 seconds. We KNOW it’s on. I stack with the Kelly routine. She says she has a boyfriend, I tell her ‘No shit. You’re hot as fuck. Men want you, I want you’. Then I do my favourite, I point at her and say ‘I take girls like you off their boyfriends and I am going to take you off yours’. I don’t care if it’s not game. It’s my own personal game – say crazy things to hot women in the street. My adrenalin is jumping at this point. I am buzzing. I get the number and the Facebook close. The I tell her I have to go. She goes when I tell her to. All caught on camera. The best part is (or so I thought) was when she gave me her details and I didn’t bother to write it down. She had this odd look of ‘erm... why aren’t you writing this down’ – I told her ‘don’t worry, I’ll remember your number’. What she doesn’t know is that the cam is on and I can just get her details off the footage. Crafty! Set 4 was the best of the lot. On the bus home with my nephew. Talking about the day. I spy with my nasty little eye, something beginning with ‘hot as fuck jogger running alongside the bus’. She looked like a 9. Look at this Charlie. She is steaming. Look at her go, tall dark, elegant, fit as fuck. I want to open her. Charlie concurred, banging hot she-devil. 9 at least. So I get off the bus. I flag her down and tell her. ‘I was on that bus. I saw you and I got off. You’re hot as hell. Life brings women like you so rarely. So here I am. I got off my bus to just take my chance’. Melted. This was the greatest thing that had happened to her in ages. We had a ten minute conversation and we agreed to meet for coffee when I get back from Spain. OK, when I stopped her and saw her, I realised she was a high 7 or 8. But it doesn’t matter. I thought she was awesome and I went for it. And she was a) elegant b) confident c) feminine. We're talking on Facebook, but I haven't added her yet, when I do I'll post a photo. She's what I like. All caught on cam. I checked the cam after this 4^th set, it was that good. And it had stopped recording. I realised the memory card had filled up. Shit. How much of that last set did I get? When I got home, for whatever reason, the cam had only taken footage of the cock-block L All other sets were corrupted. I lost everything. Everything. I remembered the jogger’s name because it was similar to an ex-girlfriend of mine. So I searched for her on Facebook and got her, we're going out when I get back. But it doesn’t really matter. Game, indirect, working sets, building attraction, handling obstacles. It’s all great. But I’ve been doing it for nearly 6 years. I just don’t get a buzz from it anymore. What I get a kick out of is putting my balls out there. Where’s it all going to end? In tears methinks.