Rock Solid Game

I am still on the Costa del Sol. The guys left early doors this morning. I have less than 48 hours to try and get F Town back. It's not looking great to be honest, but I have three decent targets to work. I think I am relying on luck now, unless I go out on my own to get an SNL, I might do that tonight. The one which is very likely (I am pretty sure if I just turn up to her bar I can get her back to mine) is probably a closed door because she may be able to do some work with Burto, Krauser and I in London - long story - and we have an agreement to all abstain from clacking her if possible. The other two targets I now have on Facebook and one just gave me her number, so I'll call later. Anyway, I have a back log of field reports to get through. Here goes the first one. With K Bone and Sham Bam in Malaga. Just got back from a bout of day game. Yesterday was shit. 3 sets, one of them absolutely jam hot. Blew me out totally all three of them. Today, same story, two chicks, blow me out. Now, I have been previewing and editing the upcoming book ‘Day Game Nitro’ (the future is coming guys), by some fat ginger Geordie. Great method. I was tempted to go back to KDM to get some results in. As I say – if you want results it’s KDM for street game or Mystery Method for night game. What I do is more for kicks. The K-Dawg spotted a girl as we’re holed up in a coffee bar. ‘There’s one for you, J-Trakk’. Banging. Loved it. Hot. Dressed like a rock star’s girlfriend. I wish, wish, wish I’d turned on my infield cam for this set because it would make great viewing. How my faith in game recovers. I stop her (photo doesn't do her much justice). Highlights of conversation. All said in cheeky Northern manner. ‘Take your headphones out’ Takes them out ‘You walked past me’ Nods ‘I’m stopping you because you’re sexy as hell’ She starts to laugh and walk but not much, blood in the water. ‘No, listen. There’s no way I am letting you walk past me and not saying hi, I’m Jimmy’. She’s laughing and loving it. ‘I’m NAME’. ‘Whatever. You know what. You’re pretty but you’re not the best looking girl in Malaga by any stretch, you’re just average’. ‘Of course. I know this’. ‘You know what it is about you that turned me on. Your walk.  You walk like a little girl soldier’ (mimics exaggerated walk). Roll into fluff talk with DHVs. Highlights: Me - ‘Can you cook? I only probably want you for sex and cooking’ Her ‘You can’t have my number, come and meet me at the Casino where I work’ – Me ‘Fuck that NAME, I ran across this square to stop you. I’m not chasing you round town, you’ve had your chasing from me. Give me your number’ – Her – ‘I have to go’, starts to walk off... Jimmy – ‘One last thing (name)’. She stops. ‘ Know this. If you walk off now, that will be it. You’ll never see me again. All this... this moment. It will go, forever. Long Pause. ‘OK’. Long story short it ended in a Face-book close, it was just easier and she probably has a boyfriend. It’s another long game which will bubble away nicely but will rely on me having to come back to Malaga to take it anywhere. I keep getting these crackers in other towns. Just not getting the cards dealt to me in London. Big learning point as I sit here now and type is that I have to go back to arranging dates there and then and if possible going into comfort. The two street closes I did these last two days were both busy, one going to work, one at work. So I didn't get any chance to just chat. So they're now on my Facebook, but it's more tenuous than say the jogger I stopped last week in London. We have a date arranged for when I get back to London. But with her she had nowhere to go, we chatted for 10 minutes about various thing. A bit more comfort and get to know. Something for her to know about me to give her more of a reason to meet up with me.