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Since Thursday I have been texting the hell out of the models I met. Especially the black girl, HBTyra. She was everything I’m looking for in a girl this month. Just really tall. She is also really beautiful and texting me back all the time. I didn’t manage to get a picture with her the other day, but I remember thinking she was cute.
I talk her into coming to my party, even though she doesn’t know anybody. She ditches all her model friends and agrees to come alone. We texted back and forth a ton Friday night, but we never actually met up. We were in different bars etc. I just ignored everytime she didn’t answer a text and assumed progression. I really worked my numbers this weekend harder than I ever do in London.
So the party starts and I bust out my angel wings and Matrix black shirt. I look like an uber sexy dark angel. I feel really awesome and I am hoping my model actually shows up.
I just start working the party and chatting to all the girls who come. There are a ton of sexy pictures and if you are lucky enough to be on facebook you can see why Sweden is the greatest country ever. Max knows so many beautiful women and cool dudes. Every girl is looking so cute and I am just escalating all over the place to see what’s gonna happen. I won’t bore you with too many details, but I made a good connection with 4 or 5 girls as I was doing my rounds. I was trying to just social proof the room. I was also official party photographer. It was cool.
I started getting stressed about talking to the same girls as Beeballer. I have some serious issues about setstealing. I don’t like competing with friends and I am all about winging. Unfortunately, his style of game is to talk to every girl in the room and see what shakes down. So he is just building competing attraction with other girls and at one point literally pulls a girl away from me by bringing her to the party punch. I am trying to get over being negative and so I grab Soul to talk me through it. Growing is super hard dudes. He talks me through how to reorganize my brain not to let stuff affect me. Then he tells me to talk to Rokker about it.
Now Rokker is really good looking, so I’ve always just assumed that’s how he gets by. Just talk to girls and tell them about his guitar stuff and he’s in. He literally blew my mind with his knowledge of game and how to spread my attraction and rapport techniques laterally. I can’t say enough that if you are interested in identity-based game, he really really knows it. So I’m off the ledge and chill from then on.
Then my phone rings and guess who’s downstairs. Right when I’m on the balcony with another naughty girl having a cigarette. I go down to let the girl in and holy crap. She is about 5 times hotter than I remembered. She is wearing heals and in them she is inches taller than me. The old me would have freaked out, but I am all about the tall this month. So my inner game stayed tight. It felt good to get so much compliance. She chose my party over one with her friends. And she came alone.
We go upstairs and Soul and Beeballer almost start drooling. I just parade my girl around the party on my arm. I’m almost more interested in showing Rokker the girl I brought than actually getting the girl herself. I quickly get back on track and start escalating and working through my game stuff. She is super high value as a model who’s working in Milan etc. I get it going good, although at one point I have to stop Soul’s girl from dragging her into the toilets. It is really cool and I got some sexy pics as part of my escalation.
Rokker comes over and starts talking about how amazing a DJ I am and asks for a mix CD right in front of her. What a value build. Now I have a wider attraction spread and lots of value from different sources. He really changed my game with about a 3minute chat. So the girl is loving me and I’m having a really good time, but I can’t quite get the kiss. Rokker tells me exaclty how to move it forward using identity. Unfortunately, her phone is blowing up and one of her friends, Troublemaker, has been ditched. So now she is going to meet her at some club that the other girl isn’t pretty enough to get into on her own.
So I say goodnight and say that I’ll call her later. It was really good to party with her and see that I can get massive compliance with tight inner game and strong identity. I realize now that I can really work the other girls that are staying at the party.
Then I remembered that I’m not a bitch.
I get max to write his address on my phone and I head out the door with her. In the elevator I get an awkward kiss and I am nonreactive. I am having a killer time. I grab her arm and we start walking down the street. We run into the other girl like 20 meters down the street. Crap. Now I wish Beeballer were here for this girl. She is complaining about the rain and trying to get us into a taxi. I know who she thinks will be paying for that. I am like that is not happening babe and Tyra just agrees with me.
We have a really good chat on the way to the club. It turns out it’s like this super VIP club with a velvet rope and all those shenanigans. This is not my normal world. I’m holding onto her arm and ask about paying etc. I hit an ATM just to be safe on the way to the club. She tells me that I’m on her right arm, so I don’t pay to get into the club. The other girl is still complaining and wants to make sure that Tyra can get two other random dudes in. It’s all really low value and annoying. I can’t believe I kissed the girl on Thursday.
We get to the club and the bouncers are like oh hell ya. We wait like one minute to get in. The guards make it clear that these other dudes gotta pay to get into the club. But the two of us get in free. The guy comes over and stamps Tyra and then Troublemaker jumps out and throws her arm in front of me to steal my free stamp. Classy. It’s only 150 crowns, but it’s about the behaviour not the money. Tyra just marches me right past the pay station and into the club. It actually almost works, but then a bouncer is like dude you gotta pay.
But he says in Swedish so I work that angle. I pay and go in. This place is intense. There is a big line for people trying to finagle their way into the VIP room. We breeze right past them. Into a room that was both Heaven and Hell. I am walking through the most exclusive room in Stockholm, wearing angel wings, on the arm of the hottest girl there. I realize immediately that it’s going to be a value war. We have gone from my home turf, the house party, to her home turf of this club. I am playing an away game.
I make one mistake. When she is talking to other people I need to run sets around us and social proof the room. But I am too tired and emotionally drained. I run a second tier strategy which is ok, but not as good. I just ignore the other dudes gaming her and just assume my high value. My inner game feels rock solid. I keep dancing and smiling as she drags me all over the club. She is talking to everyone and texting. She is just always running around and is such a party girl. I’ve never been in this kind of scenario before. I wish 5.0 were here to guide me.
So here I am. A short white dude with angel wings, holding hands with a smoking hot black model in Sweden. Every guy is staring hard. They are looking at me like what the hell. That guy must be rich or hung. I’ll tell you right now, I’m not rich. I stare at every one of them and just smile. I’m like guess what I deserve this. Every girl is machine gunning IOIs at me. This is an IT club. Everyone wants to be there to be there. And I am someone they have never seen before, rocking it with one of the top IT girls in the club, if not the top girl. I don’t see anyone hotter all night. But that might be because I couldn’t see over her shoulder.
I am a little nervouse about getting lost in a club with tons of rooms and thousands of people, so I just let her leaad and stay close. We go upstairs and downstairs. She starts shit testing me. I’m not really surprised. Our value differential has shifted dramatically. At one point she is holding my hand and tells her friend really loudly that she thinks a guy is hot. He is about 10 inchs taller than me, black and ripped. She then turns to me and says that she’s never been with a black guy and pinches him on the ass.
The old me would have been shattered. The new me is a god damn jedi. I don’t say anything. I am totally unreactive. For a moment I am tempted to say that I have never been with a black girl, but that would only lower my value. I just cut the thread and drag her to another part of the club. We have another awkward kiss in some dark corner. I am pushing the escalation, but it’s not quite there. She is texting like mad again and then she tells me that she’s going to another club. I could have pushed her to take me there, but I have a party to get back to. I am only willing to let her pull me so far. I know it was a test of some kind. I just go cool, nice seeing you.
I am pretty sure that I will never hear from her again.
She bounces and I look around the VIP room. I realize that I can still game in here, but I am dead inside. So exhausted. All the people in there are shoving and trying really hard to seem cool. As someone who actually is cool, I don’t do that. I guess they haven’t seen the Saved by the Bell episode where you learn that the secret to being cool is to not try to be cool.
I text Beeballer and head back to the party. It’s desolate. All the girls are gone. Except for one. She is on the couch getting massaged by some dude. I just jump down next to her and start escalating. I just assume it’s on. She is being super friendly to me and then the dude’s boyfriend shows up. He jumps up to kiss him and they run into the other room. I didn’t see that coming, but I’m pretty pleased. I get behind her and we are lying along the couch with our legs intertwined.
She tells me that there is some drama going on between those dudes and there is some loud talking in Swedish going on. I say let’s make some drama of our own and I lean in. She gives me a quick kiss and we go back to snuggling. Then Beeballer comes in and sits down righ next to our heads and offers her some crisps. It was a state break. Sigh. I can plow through of course, but it’s weird to escalate right in front of your friend. Especially when he was gaming her earlier. He told me that she looked at him and said sorry when he walked up. I’m not really sure.
Then the gay dudes come in and drag her into their drama. She promises to be back in two minutes. Of course instead she leaves with everyone else to hit another party or a club or something. I’m left alone with some serious model-induced blue balls. Sigh. Then Soul takes the bed with his girl and I gotta sleep on the couch.
I stay up with Beeballer and we have a long heart to heart. It was good to just chill with my friend. There is just so much game around us.
I learned a lot tonight. This was one of my biggest growth nights ever. My inner game is tight as a drum now. I am sexy enough to get a smoking hot model to ditch her friends and come to my house party on her own. I can get into the exclusive VIP club and have tons of people staring at me. I have game. I deserve what I get. I am finally one with myself.
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