Rock Solid Game

That’s the kind of cheap SEO trick I promise never to pull on my blog No just a field report of last night. Second day of three day advanced boot-camp last night. I was up to bat. I taught date game and direct game. The students had done some direct stuff the night before so it tied in nicely. Then we went into town. Moran and I teaching, Krauser just out for kicks. He’d been on a date with a girl he’d closed the night before. We got into the bar, Jewel in Piccadilly, around 2130. It was quiet so we had to play patience. As soon as I got in there I thought ‘why the fuck am I here. I can’t hear what anyone is saying’. After a while the students were in sets and it was going well. I’ll work till 1am, give them an extra hour and go. There were no girls in the bar I wanted to bother with, even if I could have a conversation with them. One girl for a while I thought was a stunner. A 9. After a while I realised she’d done a good job of her make-up and wasn’t really worth the effort. Burto texted. ‘Where are you guys, I am coming down’. So we left Jewel and met him outside. He turns up sweating, he’d been running. We trawled the streets. Around midnight everyone was talking about heading home but Becks had turned up, back in Jewel, with her girls. Moran was pestering me to stay out. One of the students also seemed well up for it. And so it was I ended up back in Jewel with 5 silly girls and Moran and I milking the DHVs. Becks feigned fighting over me with a friend of hers. Becks knew the whole bar was watching and that it was a massive DHV. Her dappy mate had no idea, she was just desperate for a bit of attention and followed Becks lead. The whole bar was staring at me. Just a shame there were no decent girls of note. One girl, a 7 not my type, kept smiling at me. I wasn’t that impressed to be honest. As the bar closed I filmed a bit of the mayhem and drunk talk. [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwPc3SC8zpg&w=480&h=390] OK, so here is where my main bit came in. We ended up in The Piccadilly. Basically On Anon renamed. We were lucky to get in, we practically had to fight our way past the door staff to get in. There’s one place in this bar where I can pick up quite happily, loud but not too loud. I took the gang there, positioned myself in the middle of them and kept my eye open. Becks and her dappy mate started off again. Pawing at me. It went on and on. ‘Let them do this and as soon as a fit girl comes, I’m off’. Five minutes in and a tall, slim blonde with a really knowing smile walked past. Time to go, I pushed the two rats to one side and went after a proper woman. I love direct game. It’s the only way to go for me. I stopped her. ‘Finally. A sexy woman. I’ve seen nothing all night that was worth me moving. You’re a very sexy woman so I can’t just let you walk past’. Melted. The rest of the night was just standard Mystery Method boxed into genuine conversation. DHV myself, tease her and make her qualify, push pull and then move into comfort. Game over. She had a mole on her lip. Within 2 minutes I stared her in the eyes and said ‘I like your spot’ and I touched it. It was the truth, I did, but I know by bringing it up made her a little timid and also gave her confidence about something she was possibly self conscious about. I felt like I was taking care of her. It was a nice moment. She smiled, blushed and said thank you. And when she said thank you, she said it with her eyes too. I love to go direct. I like the energy it creates. Man/Woman. I like the eye contact. I like being told to fuck off, though it rarely happens. The student saw it all. He loved it. He copied all night. At the end of the night he concurred to me that it was both effective and also liberating. Just dropping the pretence. Putting yourself on the line, not giving her an excuse to take offence or give you shit. That’s where the game is. You have to let her feel that you’re a man, you’re stronger, you’re taking what’s yours and if she doesn’t like it then it’s not her place to give you cheek or yell at you. Later on we were talking and I told her that if I see a woman who stirs me, I stop her and tell her. Of course I do. I am a man. I told her about when I got off the bus and stopped the girl. I told her ‘I have a date with her this week she’s been calling me’. This set up a beautiful jealousy plotline, she spent the rest of the night proving to me that I should take her out before I take the bus girl out. She wants first bite at the cherry. Great girl. A 7 but my type. Tall, slim, elegant. She wasn’t drunk. She is educated. She talks properly, she has manners. She behaves herself but has a bit of fire and bit of cheek. So she texts me this morning, we’re going out in next few days, also the girl off the bus too. Should have two date blogs for next week.