I spent 24 hours celebrating my 29th birthday with a host of my lovely friends.  I have to say that it was one hell of a crazy and hectic night…ok it lasted two nights. I started by hitting White Wedding.

At least 30 or 40 lovely people showed up just for me.  From TeaBag to YumYum.  It was really amazing.  I remember a lot of shots and cocktails.  I cut the sleeves off my tuxedo to show off my glamour muscles.

I put a new temp tattoo on my right bicep.  Lord of the Rings.  One ring to rule them all, one ring to bind them.  Let’s be honest.  I looked badass redneck.Originally ghost was gonna cut off his sleeves too, but of course at the last minute he chickened out.  He’s a great housemate, but he just lacks the power to go full awesome.  I was chilling with some lovely people and then YumYum finally shows up.  And he has cut off his entire shirt.

Attention stealing bastard.

Everyone really looked great.  I met a ton of people and took a ton of pictures.   At one point I did a ten minute photo session upstairs.  Only one of the photos got posted to their site, but it looks awesome and it’s my new facebook profile photo.  Unfortunately, they ended the party at like 130.  And I think we all know that that is way too soon.  So Iceberg dropped a bunch of us off at Cable. I have never been to the club before, but the girl with us was worried that we wouldn’t get in with our outfits.

I gotta say that is was one filthy club and dropped the worst techno ever.  I swear I think they played only one record the entire five hours or something that we were there.  I met some girl at the bar with really cool boobs.  I must have chatted to her almost an hour.

Unfortunately, I was super drunk and she slipped through my fingers. I saw her again a few hours later, but wasn’t able to chat anymore.  I met some other girls through Ghosts “friend.”  They were calling me Hitch, so I knew I would have to yap about work.  In my experience talking about work with girls gets them excited, but also keeps my dick outside of their vaginas.  I was so hammered, but this still proved to be the case.  One of the girls was cute, but no dice.

Around 6 or something Ghost, YumYum and I decide to call it quits.  Ghost was ready to leave the moment we walked in anyways.  So we left his “lady-friend” and jumped in a taxi. I throw YumYum on the couch and hit the sack.

By noon he is crawling into my bed and trying to convince me to go to the Church.  This is a crazy Australian day club in north London.  Everyone wears costumes and drinks a ton of Fosters.  At first I was hating it.  Most of the girls weren’t that pretty and I hate drinking beer.  It’s just so much hard word to get twisted!  Even in my debauchery I like to be efficient.

At some point October and Machine joined us.  I chatted to Machine about the possibility of living together in Hawaii in a few months.  That would be super badass.  So we chat up some girls for a bit and eventually a girl pulls my shirt off.  At this point things start to get a bit hazy.  I found pictures of me kissing at least 5 different girls in my camera.  Which is a pretty good result. After Church closed we went to a Walkabout in west London.

That bastard YumYum kept buying vodka and redbull.  You should never have more than one of these in a single day.  For real. So we were partying and kept meeting new girls all over this joint.  I kissed two really pretty girls.  But I only know this from my camera.  Glad I brought it for once!  I lost Yums for at least an hour in there somewhere.

I remember I was outside talking to a really hot black girl and we just started making out.  Then Yums comes out and is really crying.  He can’t find either of his jackets and he’s cold. So I leave the girl behind to help him.

We look all over the club and after 30 minutes find his gear.  Right as the joint is closing.  For some reason I actually got this girls number, which I never do, and I started texting her.  I was taking care of Yums, who had been blacked out for hours and was making a scene in front of McDonalds.  I can only say that it was pretty special.

Finally, I am like dude you HAVE to let me try and get laid.  I walk off to find my girl.

Needless to say I get the most dramatic phone call of my life from him.  He is on about how I’ll never see him again and he’s going off to war and he loves and misses me.  It was insane. I find the girl and get a few kisses out of her.  She goes home with her friends though and I am left stranded hours from my apartment.

I have missed the last train based on false intel from YumYum! I end up waiting almost an hour for a bus to my house and of course some dude starts talking to me at the bus stop.  He gives me a flyer to LOOK AT and then takes it back.  I really wanted to throw it away and he stole that right from me!!!

I gotta say it’s impressive how people can start a conversation with someone on the street and end by asking for spare change.  My 2nd time in a week at a bus stop.   I’m sure you remember the guy last week who threatened to knife me and then asked for change.

People are pretty drawn to my awesome. I have a date with the black girl later today.  She might cancel as I just posted my facebook pics from the festivities….Or maybe she will be glad that she was the last girl I kissed on my bender.  Also, my tongue was super sore from a full day!

So last night I thought I had students, but they had to bump to next week at the last minute.  So I ended up going out to see Mr M for his final night with the Rockstars.  We were out with Bugsy Malone and Freedom of Speech as well.  They guys took me out to Chinawhite and got a table and everything.  It was really quality.

I got absolutely smashed and met some super hot girls.  There were two really stunning girls who were eyefucking me up all night.  In the end I chatted to each of them.  They were rejecting guys left and right but just loving me.  I was just feeling so electric.  It was just great to be out with the boys and going insane.  By the end of the night both girls told me I was amazing and that they had boyfriends.

Man that is the most boring speech ever.

Then somehow me and Freedom ran away from everyone at Subway and went to the Egg, where they said they didn’t like our clothes and wouldn’t let us in.  All I know is that when I’m in my 50s I don’t wanna be running the face-policy at the dirtiest hole in London.  So I still win.

At the  bus stop alone at 5am some drunk dude starts yelling at me and threatening to stab me in the face.  What is with old people tonight?  I just pretty much ignore the dude but he just keeps yelling.  And then asking for cigarettes or spare change.  Finally my bus pulls up and I just walk away from him.

As I get on the bus I tell one of the people who watched all this and chose not to get involved that it was all her fault.  Ahaha.

Made it home around 6 and I poured myself into bed.

I will try and get my hands on the photos from tonight as soon as I can.  Can’t wait til my big party next Saturday.  Debauchery here I come!!!

Saturday I finished my dissertation while October slept. I actually slept really good on his couch. Go figure. I mean I honestly had a pretty good time last night and some of that stuff was really funny. Obviously I would have preferred to get my dick wet, but I am all about enjoying the journey.

We spend the day lying on the couch watching comedy central. I forgot what its like to have cable. It was so nice to just do nothing. I am texting this girl back and forth and deciding about coming back to London to see her. In the end I am seeing her Sunday night so I get one more night in Cambridge.

We drink these homemade concoctions of October’s. I rate the guy in a lot of ways but if he offers you a drink, you should say no. I swear I thought he’d poisoned me. On the walk to the clubs I realize I have 13 different kinds of alcohol in my stomach. It was roiling. How often do I get to use that word? October didn’t believe me that it was a real word.

We get to the bar and the lair dudes are there and there is actually one girl with them. She seemed nice enough. Didn’t really get to talk to her though. Stuff started happening hard and fast. This one dude tells us how there are 2 crazy chicks, one hot and one not so much there. Then the not cute one rolls up to talk to him. We start chatting I mean whatever I wanna get my jaw moving.

She was so huge it was unbelievable.  But we are yapping.  October is just leaning against the rail being silent and smooth.  Either that or the poison he drank with me is acting up in his stomach too.  Three cuties stand next to the big girl and she starts saying how she has the same top as one of them.  The girl probably weights 90 pounds.  And their outfits look nothing alike.  I see this as an easy way to upgrade my set.  So I keep saying what are you talking about and then she says something to the girl.  She turns back and tells me she is bored of me and October.  She is going to find more interesting people to talk to.

I jump at the three new girls.  I start talking to the cute, small one.  Tell her what the crazy big girl was on about.  She was freaked out at first when some fat girl started pointing at her.  We chill in this set for a bit and I find out the girl is a rugby player.  A wing.  Whatever that means.  All I know is I think it’s sexy as hell.  We chat to these girls for a while, but I think Oc drifts off.  They tell us to meet them at some club later.  They might have even invited us along, but we we are hoping to stay in this bar til closing.  Just keep it simple.

We go back inside and see a ton of cute ladies.  We decide to do our old trick and start throwing up shapes all over the bar.  Put out a little bait and the girls in this town open us like crazy.  Girls are taking pictures of each other.  October jumps into the back of one and then a few minutes later one of the girls wants a pic with us on either side.  She has the right idea.  We would never force a girl to choose between us.  We know how to share.

We bounce around the bar a bit.  Neither one of us can get a set open.  Again.  It’s so weird.  Fortunately girls keep opening us.  The bar runs out of girls.  They all seem to hit this bar and then go to clubs.  So we head off in search of another club.  The lair is going to one place.  We peel off.  Sometimes a 2man strike team is ideal.

We pass Vodka Revolution.  It’s full of girls.  We gotta pay a few coins to get in but fuck it.  We wanna have fun.  We get inside and I realize that none of the girls are that cute.  We end up outside having a smoke.  I try to open a few girls by sitting next to them, but we get zero love.  I can’t get more than a grunt out of girls here.  Two girls on the other side start pointing at Oc.  I engage them and find out they are talking about girl medical issues….I accelerate and get one sitting next to me.  She looks like a bird.  Chat chat chat.

They invite us to come dance with them.  We say we’ll be inside in a bit.  We bounce around and can’t get any sets opened.  Then these two girls come outside for a smoke.  I get Oc to ask them for a light.  No one is responding to me.  He almost gets them to come over and give us one.  We start talking to them.  Holy crap one of them is so beautiful.  He nickname is Kate Moss and I can see why.  The other girl tells me about her dragon tattoo right above her vagine.  Talk about a dream set.  One beautiful and one kinky.

We chat to them for a long time.  There is a third one that Oc is keeping busy.  It’s a true shame.  One extra.  I am chatting to these two for a while.  They are so cute.  We have some really good dialog and they invite us into dance.  We say we’ll be inside in a bit and develop a game plan.  It’s really smooth.  We both are worried that we will have a repeat of last night, as soon as we walk up the girls will walk away.  Or run away.

We go inside and drop some shapes near the edge of the dance floor.  Two girls are grinding on each other near us trying to get a ton of attention.  One even grabs my tie.  We don’t even bother reacting.  I just can’t be drawn into their game.  Plus the last two girls were so much cuter.  We just can’t find our girls on the dancefloor.  Finally we decide to go searching.

We find them near the back.  They are super cool and love our shapes.  We all get some drinks and chat etc.  It’s all really cool.  At one point the two cuties wanna go smoke and me and Oc are about to go with them.  The 3rd girl says something really amazing that made us stop in our tracks.  “I know I’m not as cute as my friends but please stay with me.”  She didn’t wanna stay watching the drinks all alone.

I really respect when people are real.  So we danced and chilled with her etc.  It was cool.  The other girls back and we keep on having a good time.  Somehow October and I really can’t tell what’s going on.  We keep on dancing and just having a cool time.  I facebook close the beautiful one.  Me and Oc go outside for a smoke and we end up next to a ton of people having a fight.  We have to wait ages to get outside.  Then a huge swarm of people are fighting in the street.

A girl comes over to talk to the two of us and stay away from the fight.  One of her friends is really cute.  So we are trying to get them all to join us.  The cops roll up and it’s a whole situation.  The club closes.  We manage to get back in to look for the girls.  We run into them at the top of the stairs and we all decide to hit another club.

October gets us into one where he used to work and the girls are super impressed.  It’s just a cool night.  More dancing etc.  More stuff happened but I’m tired of typing.  He got the dragon vagina girl’s number and then eventually they jump in a taxi.  I think we should have tried to get them to October’s house but we didn’t try enough maybe.  Hard to be sure.  There was just one extra girl and there were zero sexual vibes.

Hopefully we will connect with these girls again.  I’m hoping the beautiful girl comes down to London to party soon.  Either way it was really amazing.  I am definitely going to spend some more time in Cambridge.

I was sitting at home after my night in the brothel and hitting Movida with gsand. I was thinking about how sick I am of finishing my bastard dissertation and I was like fuck it. So I called October and was like I’m thinking of coming to Cambridge to see whats up. 2 hours later I was on the train with my little eee pc. I worked on my diss like crazy.

We chilled at his house for like 2 hours or something then headed into town. I ended up meeting the whole Cambridge lair. It was like I have heard about other lairs. The guys stood in a circle all night without doing any sets. At one point I did get a guy to open a set. He ended up pointing at me at some point, which I saw coming. I came over and instantly the friend liked me. I don’t know what that dude said but her friend suddenly was like we have to leave NOW.

But that was later in the night. At first I was just standing in a circle with these dudes. They were like ok guys I guess. Only one guy all night asked me a question. I was really surprised. I mean considering people pay me good money for instruction in London I thought these dudes would take advantage of my knowledge or at least ask me about meeting Sinn or something. But nope. I dunno I doubt it’s that I’m intimidating.

After a bit I grabbed October to hit the bar. I was like bro we gotta get opening. First thing I learned in Cambridge. I cannot open in this town. My normal openers were bouncing off concrete. It was really weird. I have a lot more respect for October’s success now. This is honestly a tough town to game in. the thing is, I think a lot of guys use that as an excuse. I was like dudes I just gotta figure this place out and adapt.

The students are still out of town so it was seriously chavvy. And you know I like chav girls. The thing is they have so much attitude. Its always opposite date with them. Like the prefer a poor angry dude to a rich smooth guy. It’s just about adaptation though. Not complaining. As you will see when we get to night two.

To get pumped October and I started throwing some serious shapes near the front door of the bar. We do it about ten minutes and bounce around the bar. No sets are sticking and then at one point this girl eye fucks the shit out of me. She actually stops October. To be honest I assumed she was eyefucking him. He was close enough that I couldn’t be sure and I just assume he’s cuter than me. These two girls loved our shapes.

So we sit down and start talking to them. I spend about an hour in set I think. Chatting about this and that. The girls are really interesting and tell us how we dont fit in this bar. We seem to emo. That’s what happens when I borrow October’s hair products!! his girl was not nearly as cute as mine. But he put in some serious effort. I gotta say that October is def one of the best wings in the UK. Maybe the world.

I take my girl to the bar to get the next round of drinks. It takes ages. I open this really cute chav girl behind me and it bounces off. She is actually aggressive with me. Chav girls just don’t see reality the same way. So I am back chatting to my girl. She is cute but not amazing to be totally honest. Rather than meander with longass details, we chatted to them, facebook close, number close and then eventually split up with the possibility of seeing them in a club later.

We run back into the lair guys. They still aren’t talking to girls. I think the element that is missing is that they don’t push each other. That’s what wings really have to do. It’s more important to me to push October into set. Because then he will push me. We had a good rhythm of alternating going though.

Oh shit. I forgot my first set. I see 2 girls. Both wretched and I’m like Oc lets warm up on them. They have 2 wine bottles and 2 giant vodkas. Turns out they were more beautiful on the outside than on the inside. The super fat one says ‘make yourself useful!’ and has me carry one of her bottles to another table for her. I did it because I wanted to write about it here. It was so funny. It just shows if you believe hard enough anything is possible. Normally I would have never talked to a girl so gross and I would have just walked away from someone who tries to get me to carry her shit like a monkey. But I really wanted to see how it would play out.

Ok back to the present. October and I are upstairs. We see two girls that I can only describe as insanely beautiful. We are bitching about who is going to open. And the girls come over to bum a cigarette. I’m like thank you god!!!

I talk to my girl for 30 minutes. She is super close ot my face. She is so beautiful. I def snapped a pic together later. The set went super well and me and oc both thought it was on. The girls invite us to see them later at a different club and we are like maybe.

We walk around the club and all the girls are gone. So we decide to try some other clubs. We hit three different clubs and get into 2 of them for free somehow. I was wearing trainers but somehow I got away with it. Wicked.

In one club we see the really cute girls. They see us walk by and run over to say hi. It seems so on. We go grab a coupla drinks and walk over to them. Suddenly something is off. We have no idea what. The girls just don’t talk to us and walk right out of the club. We have no idea what the fuck just happened.

I still have no idea. I had a number of one girl from the group and a facebook of the girl I really liked. Needless to say my text the next day got no love. And no facebook add either. But seriously. Normally when I fuck up I have a clue. But me and October still dont know.

So we hit another club because there are no girls in this one. We see the first set of the night. The two girls who stopped us because they loved our shapes. They see us and actually leave the club too. What the shit?

We are beyond baffled. Our stock suddenly crashed. So we keep on trying with new girls. At one point October is outside and talking to these two girls. I walk up and they instantly run away. I was like damn dude. Maybe it’s me?

We still aren’t sure. Actually maybe he is at home right now flaming me on his blog. Haha. On the way home we realize that we didn’t successfully open a single set all night. Our sets all opened us. Even the two girls that ran away from me had come up to him to bum a cigarette.

I nearly head back to London for a date with a new girl, but move it to Sunday. We decide to come out in our dress up duds instead of our cool guy outfits. Aka button down shirt and tie for me and vest for him (American vest, can’t remember the stupid uk word right now). Lets just say we had a much better night Saturday.

So last Friday my good friend the Egyptian had his birthday party.  It was awesome. I got a chance to rock my fedora and it turns out it looks really good.  Inspiral and Tea Bag threw the pre AND after parties.  They had the most amazing costumes and if you are a facebook mate, you can check out the badass pics on my profile etc.

So I was sitting there chilling with one of my students/friends when Tea Bag’s boss comes out.  She was dressed as a bloody Alice with a butcher knife.  The moment I saw her, I knew I wanted her.  My first instinct was to dive in and game her.  But I knew that wouldn’t work.  I basically ignored her.  I saw she changed at Tea Bag’s house and so I knew she would be back later to change again.  I also want to wait to see how social situations pan out.  In a social circle situation, it is VERY important to see the lay of the land before you step on any toes.

So she is French and there is another younger French girl from Tea Bag’s office there.  At the party we all stick together a bit and chat.  I just want to be the cool guy who is around, but not around too much.  So I chat to her here and there throughout the night.  Whenever one of my homies wants to chat to her I back off.  I love giving girls to my good friends.  Sometimes Tea Bag would hand off a girl to me and I would hand her off to Inspiral, who then introduces her to the Egyptian and walks off.  Basically, we don’t care who a girl hooks up with, as long as it’s a mate.

I met the most amazing Indian girl at the party.  She was 35 and really sexy and lovely.  I chatter to her a bit and we started talking about tattoos.  I was wearing a button down shirt but she wanted to see the dragon on my arm.  So we went to a dark corner and I went nearly topless to show her.  Then I asked if she had a tramp stamp.  She turned around and told me to check.  I pulled the back of her shirt up to her bra and then I pulled down her jeans more than halfway down her ass.  Result – no tattoo back there (and also no panties).  At this point I was getting hard and the sexual energy between us was getting strong.  Just in the dark being naughty… and my student runs up to join us.  Now my students are always my first priority, but damn it was so on….

I chat to him a bit to go over his sets and how his night is going and the girls he is loving etc.  I lose the energy with my lovely Indian Princess and she walks off to talk to her mates.

Later on I reopen and we chat a little.  I try to drag her to dance, but it just doesn’t happen.  I struggle a little bit to rebuild what we had.  It was going ok.  I leave on a high note with a plan to push it further in a bit.  Unfortunately, she left the party at 11 and I failed to get her number.  I did add her on facebook the next day and a few days later asked the Egyptian to text her on my behalf.  No dice yet…

So then I go back to the Boss.  We chat and sometimes this one dude from my Tea Bag’s office is all over my nuts.  I can’t just punch him in the face, but I really wanted to.  He was exaclty like this chode in a story I read on Tucker Max’ blog.  He would follow me around and just keep trying to cock block me with girls all night.  Tea Bag told him what I do for a living as a way of trying to build my value, but this guy is a total value vampire.  At one point he told Inspiral I was talking shit about him.  I was really upset as he is one of my heroes.  But he immediately dismissed the idea and the Chode.  He said I would never do that.  Phew.

Chode tells me to leave him alone with Alice and even stands in the way.  He tells me to take off with the younger French girl, so I do.  We start dancing and having a really nice time.  I have disqualified her so hard that she is just happy to chill with me.  I think I might over-DQ in social settings and I might need to readjust it.  It’s so powerful.  So then Chode gets upset and leaves the other girls to come cockblock me.  He would prefer to prevent me from getting any action.  Rather than get his own. In a way that is amazing.

So we go to the after-party and it is a lot of dudes.  One of Tea Bag’s mates is about to fight a dude for grabbing his girlfriend’s breast.  I stay to back him up and he convinces the other dude to just go home and avoid the conflict.  I don’t know the dude that well, but a friend of Tea Bag’s is a friend of mine.  Inside Alice is making out with some other girl who keeps bragging that she doesn’t wear panties.  This instantly divides the room into two types of guys: the guys who get all turned on and the guys who have sex in their life and ignore it.

I know a trap when I see one.  These girls massively want attention.  I just ignore them and even push them out of the way to go to the other room.  At this point Chode tells me that see, I have been wasting my time all night.  I tell him that the game isn’t nearly over.  It is just getting started.  He keeps following the two girls around while they make out in the hopes that they will decide they need a guy.  Please don’t forget that Alice is Chode’s boss.  So he has double no chance.

I go outside later and the two girls are just chatting.  I join in and they start giving me sexual shit-tests.  They are saying extreme sexual things to see how I react.  Instead of getting excited I just talk about my fetishes in the same way I talk about work or video games.  Just normal conversation.  The 2nd girl tells me how much she loves anal and actually calls herself a ButtSlut.  I have never heard someone say this word out loud in real life before.  It was an experience.

Then guess who sees us having a nice time and has to pull a kamikaze.  That’s right.  Captain Chode.  He comes over to tell me that I’m still wasting my time mate.  Now when a guy you don’t know calls you mate in England it means he wants you to punch him in the face.  Instead, I go off and talk to Tea Bag to find out what is wrong with this dude.  Turns out being and AFC is a way of life for this dude.  He does the same shit to Tea Bag.  But I guess tonight is my special night.

I go back into the living room and the 2nd girl is chilling on the couch with Inspiral.  I try to see where he is going with it.  I THINK he wasn’t trying to play so I slide onto the couch.  Within 5 minutes she is feeding me crisps and then her legs are across mine and she feeds me one from her mouth.  Like in Lady and the Tramp but actually not that sexy.  Hehe.  Alice comes in and freaks out and starts accusing me of a V-Block.  I offer to get outa her way but she just goes back outside.

I chill with this girl until she passes out and since I way prefer Alice, everything is all good.  I just keep playing it cool and then I slide Alice around a corner and shove my tongue into her mouth.  It was so cool.  I played slow ball and it was working great.  I can tell we wanna get outa there, but there are only like 4 people still around.  Tea Bag walks around the corner, sees us and just walks away.  Translation – he is awesome.  Chode comes through the door and makes a comment to make her really uncomfortable.

It turns out she is hooking up with her boss and suddenly she is worried that Chode will tell on her and make her life bad.  That is the energy of this guy.  After a night of telling me I have no chance, he discovers that he was wrong.  Just confidence and persistence can take you a LONG way.  So we go back and just chill with everyone.  Chode is seething and keeps trying to stir trouble.  No one is paying attention to him anymore.  Alice has to leave and I go and get some more kisses on the stairs.  Tea Bag accidentally cockblocks me by carrying all her bags to her taxi and making sure she gets in ok.  Now that is totally acceptable.

He was looking out for his friend and boss.  He has a good heart.  She tells me to get her number off Tea Bag and I’ll see what happens.  I forget to do it until today, Wednesday, so I just texted her this morning.  She is on vacation this week, so I will see if she replies.

Either way, making out with your friend’s boss is pretty awesome in my book.  PoW!

Things with the Tunisian girl ended a few weeks ago. Unlike most of my relationships it did not end with a bang but a whimper. I wish this was going to be an interesting story but it’s not. Basically, she felt I wasn’t ‘there for her’ enough. She would get upset about her school work and want to bitch at me online about it, so I would stop chatting. I mean really. I don’t want to fall into my old oneitis patterns, do I? The I wasn’t online for one week. I just partied a lot and we didn’t chat. So when I saw her the next week and asked how she was doing, she got mad and said she didn’t believe I cared. It’s pretty amazing that any girl can turn into a psycho for no reason. I mean we weren’t even in any form of relationship and she got needy and annoying. So now you know the end of my adventure. I still need to finish writing the actual tale though.

Today I was feeling a little down.  The bank is taking ages with my student loan check and it's messing up my finances you know?  So I was on the phone with the whole bank.  It's been three weeks and they said it could be another five.  Had to talk to my dad on the phone.  Anyways, it will sort out.  Then I was talking to one of my friends from Austria and it reminded me of how they made me paranoid about my body.  And then a girl pops online. 

I met a smoking hot girl with Stickler a full year ago.  It was the first time I met Sheriff and I remember every detail of the set.  The girl was insanely beautiful and we were working her and her friend.  Then her boyfriend came back. I just ignored her and talked to him.  We even got some pics of all three of us.  I got her facebook and emailed her.  She is one of the hottest girls I've met in the last year. 

She replied to that initial email just last week.  I was so surprised.  What's amazing is the detail with which I can remember meeting her.  Tells you about the impression she made.  Polish.  Insanely beautiful.  I still remember where she works.  I never remember that!

So we are chatting on im tonight and I am trying to play it cool. She brings up "so when are we gonna go out"…Actually I could copy and paste the whole conversation, but I think it would be boring.  Long story short we are going out Friday.  I'm feeling pretty good again.

I just hope that she doesn't flake or this will become an embarassing post.  Haha.

I should have written this yesterday.  Waiting a single day means that all the craziness of last night is now coloring my memories of Friday.  Basically, I’ve come to the realization that I’ve hit the next level in game.  My shit is just getting so tight.  I do think it’s derivative of my growing sense of inner game.  On to the tale…

I went to my new local spot for a 1on1 with a new student.  Now I didn’t know anything about this dude, so I didn’t know what to expect.  He was really advanced compared to most of my students and had really good inner game.  His main issue was moving things past the middle phase.  But I digress.  We worked only a few sets all night.  But stayed in them a really long time progressing.  I was on fire.  I didn’t need to micromanage my student but could instead just give him small guidance moves.  He is gonna be good really soon.  I can tell.  It’s just a matter of time on the field.  So I open a demo set of two Italian girls.  Before I know it he is working the friend.  I didn’t even notice.  Really tight winging.

Set1 – My girl was cute enough.  I chatted for a while and it was going really well.  Her friend wasn’t digging my student.  Mainly a language barrier thing.  Her English was sorely lacking.  So they go off to the toilet.  When they say this I react.  Only with body language, but it is something I need to work on right now.  I got caught up between calling her out and not caring.  The two response choices.  So they go off and I assume that my bad facial response blew the set….Later on I run into them out in the smoking section while my student is talking to a stunning girl out on her own.  They are loving me and I move it forward.  My girl even has her friend take a picture of us and starts talking about facebook.  My name is so common that that’s worthless.  I’m unfindable.  So I give her my number and then go to find my student….Hours later I am taking him to another bar and we run into the girls outside another bar.  We are going to different places and I speed escalate mine.  I shove my tongue in her mouth.  She was another teeth kisser.  Why do I keep running into girls like this?  I mean who wants their tongue bitten on the first kiss?  Sigh.  So then I shove her face at my neck and tell her to bite me.  Mistake.  Holy crap I thought the mouse bit hard.  This girl was a machine.  It hurt so bad I couldn’t make a noise to stop her.  She gives me her number and reconfirms our date for the next day.  I run off with my student.  Needless to say she flaked….I needed to take her home right then.  But my duty is to my work!

Set 2 – I catch my student in set with 3 girls and a boy.  One girl is a giant.  One is short and chubby.  And one is stunning.  Somehow my student is after the giant.  Sweet.  The dude is the short one’s boyfriend.  So I start talking to the lovely one.  She is amazing.  From milton keynes. a nurse.  works on the isle of dogs.  owns scrubs.  really nice girl.  Boom!  I isolate her to the bar and escalate.  My new kick is honesty escalation.  It has been working really well.  I might write my next article about it.  Or just save it for my ebook.  We’ll see.  I tell her what I like about her and keep pushing it forward.  She drops the bf bomb.  OH and she’s a ballerina.  She promises to be my ballet buddy, but her friends are so suspicious.  They keep asking me if I kissed her.  Of course I said no.  Good thing they didn’t ask if I’d touched her boobs or she’d touched my cock. I keep working other sets with my student.  She finds me again later and is all over me.  I get her facebook info etc, but she hasn’t added me yet.  She pinkie swore she would take me to a ballet.  But I have a feeling her friends chastised the hell out of her.

Final Girl – So on the way home with my student.  To take him to the bus stop I see a girl who used to be a bartender at my favorite bar.  She is really really beautiful.  I have never really talked to her because I use the bar as a home base.  So I don’t wanna fuck it up.  She doesn’t work there anymore.  She’s from Poland.  We talk like 2 minutes and then I have to go home.  But it was going well.  I was back later and she was gone.  Shame.  I hope to see her again and push it forward.  I mean I can see her eyes right now.  Either way I’m proud of myself for not hesitating.

In high school I dabbled a lot with internet dating.  Things were different back then.  It was really the wild west.  Long before girls had pictures online.  I used to have to ask asl.  Age.  Sex.  Location.  Somehow all the girls on aol back then were blond cheerleaders…until I met them.  I ran into a lot of whales back in the day.  Girls love to use the internet to mislead.  It’s ever so boring.  Based on tonight, very little has changed.

I met this girl through a facebook dating thing FreedomOfSpeech recomended.  I had two dates off of it lined up for tonight, back to back.  The first one flaked and is trying to reschedule for next week, but the second one confirmed.  She looked like she might be averagish from her picture and she is czech so I decided to check it out.  I met her up tonight and I was dressed in a super cute outfit.  I was standing waiting for her at the tube station and a girl walked by and winked at me and even gave me the gun.  She was only ok looking, but I thought it was my date and she walked off.

That was the highlight of my night.

So I meet my date and she is not as cute and a little chubby for me.  I like girls really skinny.  We go to the bar and I’m off my frame.  I am really not that attracted to her but I go through the motions and end up getting stuck in my head.  It’s really unnatural for a while.  The girl was just deep boring and a little bit too conceited.  She had no date for valentine’s day because she is so pretty guys are afraid to ask her out.  I have known girls that pretty.  She isn’t.  And who talks like that.  I don’t wanna go on about my boring 90 minutes, but I was going to ditch her when I called Freedom from the toilets to get permission.

But I came back and she’d bought me a drink back.  So I had to stay for another 30minutes of hell.  God she was so lame.  Finally, I tried to kiss her, more just to do it than because I wanted her to.  She said no.  I as like you can find the train station right?  (I would have walked her back if she was lost)  She told me she can ask directions as her English is good.  I was like great and I busted out of there.

I have a better date tomorrow….I hope.

So I wake up around noonish on Monday.  My head is on fire and I don’t know how I got from the elevator to the bed.  There is no one in the room so for a second I panic.  Where are Beeballer and Soul?  But they are just sleeping in the lounge to hide from my snoring.  How rude!

Beeballer wants to stroll around old town and we can’t wake up Soul.  Se we go clomping out into the rain.  It’s miserable out.  We take the Subway and they let us ride free both ways because they think we are idiots.  Hey whatever works!

We get to old town and trudge in the rain for a while.  Then we finally hit a cafe for lunch.  We are sitting there and Beeballer sees a cutie he likes.  Her friend keeps looking at him, so he just walks over and asks them to join us.  We are still both a little rough at Day Game conversation, so the conversation is a little stilted.  Beeballer doesn’t quite know how to take everything where we want to go, but the girls are clearly into us.  We bounce them outa there to shop for some souvenirs.

In the shop I indirect open the two smoking hot shop girls.  They are laughing and loving me.  Beeballer comes up and they really love us both.  The girls we walked in with are across the shop now.  I buy a magnet for my pivot in London and we head out with our orinigal girls.  They want to go across town to do some shopping in central.  It’s clear we are invited.  I’m not attracted to my girl and I just don’t wanna spend the day watching these two girls shop, so we cut them loose with a facebook close.

We head back up the street talking about the hot girls from the shop.  And we see them outside smoking together.  We just walk over and tear into it.  They love us.  Kino.  Jokes.  Smiles.  Hugs.  We are building.  We facebook close them and they make us promise to come back by later in the day.  If we weren’t leaving town we could have instant dated them after work.  It was a really good set.

We run around some more, just tons of walking in the rain with me complaining about being lost.  We make it back to see the girls with fifteen minutes before we have to run off for the airport.  We try to isolate them, but they stay together.  We go outside for a smoke and I try to escalate outside my comfort zone.  My girls calls me beautiful at one point.  I use Rokker’s new technique of wide rapport and really build a cool connection.  I can’t get the kiss, but it still goes well.  We bounce off with lots of hugs and talks of them coming to London or our next trip to Stockholm.  We’ll see what happens.

At the aparment, I add my girl on facebook, just in case I lose the paper she wrote her name on.  She adds me within ten seconds.  I will see if I can build the necessary online rapport.