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.

So for our last night in Sweden and Max birthday, we decided to hit up the only cool club in Stockholm on a Sunday Night.  Cafe Opera.  We accidentally get there too early.  Everyone is drunk from drinking a bag of wine on the way to the club, except for me.  It looked to much like a colostomy bag for me….

So we go to another bar and just chill out.  NLP joins us and we just chat a bit.  There aren’t any cute girls around, so we don’t have to stress over anything.  I still feel invincible for breaking through my barriers the night before.  Beeballer and I go outside and he opens a nice little group of four girls.  Nothing spectacular.  Turns out the obstacle studies at the university where I want to teach next year, so I get her number and she promises to show me around on Monday.  Then we run outa there, but she texts me 2 or 3 times that night.  Monday she never texts back.  Se la vi.

Then we head out to Cafe Opera.  There are a couple of beautiful girls in there and a VIP area in the middle of the room filled with try hards.  We start opening sets and talking to girls.  My first set goes ok with Beeballer.  They go to the bathroom and say they will grab us before they go out to smoke.  They come back around but Beeballer is talking to new girls.  We lose them or whatever.  Every other girl we talk to is really mean.  It was really surprising.

I know some guys really react well to girls being tough to open, but for me it’s just not worth it.  Every other girl I’ve talked to in Sweden has at least been a really nice girl.  For me the moment a girl is really rude, her value drops through the floor.  So everytime a girl was really rude I just started laughing at her.  I haven’t had so many blowouts in months.  And girls are almost never that rude to me.  I ended up having a really good time.

I danced some and people were staring and it was cool.  It’s great to be to free and just having a good time.

I have had a major inner game breakthrough.  My self confidence is just really high.  I don’t feel a need to impress anybody and I finally realized that I can get anybody I want to.  It’s easy to say, but I finally believe it.

I wake up and I text every girl in my phone, including Tyra.  I just throw it out there.  I don’t mention here leaving or anything.  I just say how cool last night was and I invite her for a coffee.  She texts back that she should never have left the first club.  And tells me it’s father’s day can we meet for a coffee on Monday and begs me to add her on facebook.  At this point I’d like to ask all my creepy friends not to add her and stuff.  HA!!  We text back and forth a few times, but on Monday I text her twice and get no reply.  I will just use facebook to build comfort and see what happens when she comes to London.  It’s about the journey.

Anyways we text back and forth a few times.  Then Monday she totally flakes.  Of course by then I don’t care.

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.

We wake up around noon, all feeling rough as hell.  I’m 28 now.  Holy crap.  I used to make fun of my friend for being old when he was 27 and now I have surpassed him.  He’s still alive so I guess he’s still old, relative to me.  We start setting up for the party and then we remember that we are lazy as hell and get out of there so Max and his crew can set up.  We head into town looking for a costume shop and some ladies.  Soul talks Beeballer through the basics of his daygame model and they start lookiing for sets.  It’s kind of hard to maintain parity in oddnumbered groups, so I am kinda hanging back and doing my own thing.  I am really into indirect Day Game and improving it.  I just find going direct during the day absolutely terrifying.

It’s something I really need to break through.  Fear is standing between what I want and what I have.  I really don’t like that.  Life really is about conquering fear.  Like in that terrible Billy Crystal movie ten years ago that nobody saw.  You just have to face it down.  The only thing I’m afraid of is damage to my ego.  My ego is the barrier between myself and my success.  I am in a war to destroy that ego.  It is really hard, but it is the next level.

So we head into my favorite store in Stockholm.  It is heaving with beautiful women.  Beeballer goes ultra direct on a shop girl.  She is insanely hot and just blows him out so hard.  Saying she’s engaged.  I got mad respect for the guy tho.  His first day game set ever and he decides to start in the circle from Thunderdome.  We stroll around some more and Soul runs some sets while we chill in the background.  In the mall I run an indirect set on a stunning shop girl.  It goes pretty well in the first phases, but I just fail to close.  Of course it’s a lot of progress that I walked into a women’s clothing store and just went for it in front of five people.  I am trying to continually push myself out of my comfort zone.

We head back home for a rest and just chill out for a little while and prepare our costumes.  We all look awesome of course.  Before we put them on we decide to pregame at a few bars and maybe bring some girls to the house party.  Needless to say the bar we chooses is filled with families and no cute girls.  We hit another bar as well and just nothing is hitting.  On the way back Soul opens a two set and then has me and Beeballer wing him.

We were so awkward and terrible I couldn’t stop laughing.  We just kept making the most boring conversation ever.  Somehow we weren’t able to blow the master out of set though.  When I am not warmed up the stuff I say is shocking.  I am literally worse than I was before game.  Just jerky comments and boring interview questions.  But hey whatever is clever, innit.

Soul was getting dirty texts from the girl all night.

So we bounce to a really cool bar and bring a crew of ladies with us.  At some point I invited the really sexy brunette to my costume birthday party the next night and she went nuts.  She was so excited to come, as her friends were all going. (in the end she didn’t show up)

We have our tight group of four guys and we got four girls with us.  At least to start off.  Beeballer explodes.  I have never seen anyone run this type of game up close before.  He just points to every single girl in the bar he thinks is cute and brings her to me.  I wish I could keep track of it.  He is just running seriously tight short sets.

We run into a smoking hot girl waiting outside the toilets.  He opens her and gets it going then runs off after more sets.  I had to pee so bad, so I waited with her.  When it was my turn I made her hold my drink while I went inside.  I chat chat chatted to her and got her number.  I grabbed some kino and just kept it moving forward.  Then Beeballer drags me off to meet an insanely beautiful half-Korean, half-Swedish girl.  And we all know that mixed race is the way forward.  She was super cool.  We chatted and I did some grinding with her.  And I got her number.  Then Beeballer grabs me to go downstairs in the club and brings me to the hottest girl of the night.  A really cool, beautiful brunette.  She is there with 3 other cute friends.  I bring the party and they love that it’s my birthday.  They try to bounce us to one of the coolest clubs in Stockholm.  Beeballer is running around and doesn’t want to go, so I just get the best girl’s number.  I’m so afraid of getting lost on the way home that I don’t go alone.

I have since found out that she was the only hot number of the night.  The other two were flakes.  But that’s ok.  I think pushing the Same Night Lay is a big deal in Sweden.  It’s totally the way to do it.

I go back upstairs and do a birthday shot with the Korean girl and we just keep getting crazy and having an amazing party.  NLP shows up with a cool buddy and rocks out with us.  He’s a really cool dude.  Suddenly, it’s one and the club is closing.  I had no idea.  We walk out and about 7 girls want to bounce me to a different dance club.  We walk out and I stay arm in arm with Korean.  She is really sexy and Soul is wicked jealous. Haha.  He is busy with his own girls, so I make sure to forget to introduce him.  I’m not in a sharing mood.  It’s my birthday after all.

All the girls want to bounce to another club.  Max and Soul have girls, so they want to just go somewhere else.  I try to get Beeballer to go with me and the girls, but he’s not interested.  I let my fear keep me from going with them.  I really don’t wanna end up lost and alone at 5am in Sweden.  So I go with Max to the next spot.  We are in an empty bar with no cute girls in it.  Needless to say I try to get him to go with me somewhere else.  But we just aren’t on the same page.  I dunno…..

Finally we get outa there and bounce back with the two girls for Max and Soul.  Beeballer keeps hoping for some kinda group event, but I guess he forgot to buy tickets.  He ends up sleeping in bed with me.

It was an amazing night, but I really need to push through my fear more.  I should have just written down Max’ address and gone off with the girls.  I have learned my lesson.  Somehow I resist the urge to pleasure myself and I fall asleep with some serious blue balls.

So Soul shows up at our hotel room at 9.  We have to be out by ten.  He is exhausted from a night of vigorous lovemaking.  I am exhausted from a night of walking across the tundra of Sweden. We pack up our gear to head over to Max’s, where we will crash for the rest of the trip.  The guy is a true legend.  As we are packing, Beeballer calls.  His flight in from Germany has just arrived.  So we tell him where to meet us.  We head out and of course Soul get’s us lost and my legs are on fire.  It’s forced marches like this that are skinnying me up so bad!

We eventually find the apartment and Beeballer gets there about 15 minutes after us.  We pile into our giant bed and all just fall asleep.  I think we slept through the entire day.  Max leaves to go to the costume store.  It takes him three hours instead of thirty minutes and he comes back empty handed.  We start gearing up for our night out and getting dressed.  We run out and grab some japanese dinner and a big box of wine.  We just chill out for a while getting a little toasty.  Eventually we are warm and we head out.

We head to this first bar and I just don’t like the feel.  It’s full of dudes and more importantly there is nowhere to sit.  If I am not talking to girls I need to be getting my rest on!  We just have one drink there sitting on a staircase and chatting.  Four legends about to have a killer night.  We head out to another bar and meet up with four girls.  Max knows them and set it up.  They are cute for London, but not up to par for Sweden.  One of the girls is totally stunning.  I try to talk to her, but I get Beeballed.  The guy is fast.  He is outside having a smoke with her within like one minute.  I mean fair play.  When he went to the toilets I chatted to her a bit and invited her to my party the next night.  She said she really wanted to go and was so sweet and grateful I invited her.  Whether I pull her or Beeballer does, or even if we share, it’s good to have beautiful sweet girls at a party.  Eventually one of the other girls I’m chatting two invites me out for a smoke.

A bunch of us are out there and this new blonde girl walks up and asks for a cigarette.  I can’t really understand all the Swedish happening, but I think she’s friends with the girl who knows Max.  I make a comment about being young and innocent.  She says really?  With a naughty eyebrow arch.  I grab her hand and pull her into an alley.  We just start making out like animals and I put her hand on my cock.  We are both wearing huge winter coats so it’s hard to maneuver.  I am escalating way more than I normally dude, but we don’t progress past this stage.  I mean I wish I’d just stuck it in her.  Why not?  It’s my damn birthday in a few hours.

So we grind and make out.  I never get her name or number.  She just walks off.  I suddenly realize that nobody knew her.  She was just a chick looking for a cigarette.  I come back and feel pretty cool.  We chill some more at this bar and then we finally bounce to a really cool spot with more people to talk to.

So there I am with NLP, no Soul and two models.

We bounce up to this Irish pub.  Why on earth do I end up in two Irish pubs in Sweden??  I share some Nachos with Troublemaker.  Finally, their two other friends show up.  A half-Japanese, half-Brazilian model and a black Swedish model.  I just start chatting to them all.  We are surrounded by so many orbiters.  Guys who have known these girls for ages and had no idea how to get out of the friend zone.  They were all taller, more tattoed and more muscly than me.  It just didn’t matter.  NLP and me were just dominating, but I needed some wingmen for isolation.  I was texting and waiting for Max to show up.  He finally did at half eleven or something.  While I’m waiting for him, I bring in one insta-wing.  This strange, but funny magician dude.

So we are rocking out, but I’m kinda nervous.  Surrounded by models and outnumbered.  I was really outside my comfort zone.  We are having a good time.  I go outside to smoke with Troublemaker and stick my tongue in her face a little bit.  Why not?  She is a few inches taller than me and wearing heels too.  This is the month of tall women for Paladin.  So I get the number of one of the other girls and then I start working the black model.  I’ll just call her Tyra.  I’m too lazy for an intricate nickname today.

She was being really quiet the whole time and avoiding the conversation.  So I just confronted her and said why are you being so quiet?  She told me she was really high.  Fairplay.  We chatted and I speed-number closed her.  That’s the end of her involvement in this post, skip ahead to Night 4 for more about her.

Eventually Max gets there.  We are all chilling and working on maintaining the whole situation.  The models all decide they wanna bounce to clubs.  They are total party girls that want to be it girls.  I normally don’t chill with girls like this so it’s a real learning process.  I need to spend more time with 5.0.  He really knows what to do with high end club girls.

So three of the girls run off and Daughter sticks around.  Max and I take her downstairs in the bar to chat more.  I am trying to build rapport and steal all of Soul’s value.  Max keeps breaking rapport.  We chat chat.  About what I don’t remember.  Then the bar is closing so we decide to hit another club.  It turns into a shenanigan.  She has to swing by her house to change shoes because her feet hurt.  It’s like 100 meters from there to the club, so I’m thinking easy bounce.  Fine.

We run into NLP and the magician upstairs and they decide to go with us.  Now we have 5 people.  So she orders a 5 people taxi.  Then NLP realizes it’s not a good situation.  4 guys and 1 girl on a Thursday.  Don’t worry he’ll be back tomorrow night.

So we get a 5person taxi, which is more expenisive in Sweden.  But now there are only four of us.  A ton of Swedish shouting starts happening.  I have no idea what’s up.  Max is arguing with the cab driver over the fare etc.  He tells me later.  I think he blamed Daughter pretty hard.  We got the magician to pay the cab fare.

We get to her house and she runs upstairs to change shoes.  I didn’t even finagle my way into her apartment.  On the way to the club I pull her back and take her arm and chat some.  I was like um you were so sweet earlier, but now you’re being kinda mean.  For me niceness is super important in a girl.  She was like sorry my period just hit and I’m in pain.  I empathized with her and gave her a hug.  She said thanks, that’s all I wanted.  From then on she was back in her sweetness mode.  Although she did tell me she didn’t like magicians.  She thinks they are all pedophiles.

We get into the club and it’s ok.  There really aren’t any cute girls going on.  I am kinda struggling with maintaining value.  I think that’s just a way of saying, I wanted to stay comfortable.  As soon as I lose my sense of self I fall off track.  I talked a little to Max along the way, as he is a jedi with girls.  I kept being afraid I was falling off track.  I realized that I need to not do that.  I lost a girl that way recently.  So I grab her and make her dance with me downstairs.

I hesitated with my escalation a lot.  Sometimes my escalation is so jerky.  When it needs to be a smooth slow progression.  I think I went for a kiss at some point, but I can’t remember anymore.  We chatted and kept bouncing around the club.  At one point she asked why Max didn’t like her.  I dunno what I said.  I just cut the thread.  I tried to get her to take me home and she was like I’m going home alone.  She was talking about how she wanted to get a kebab on the way home and eat it and wake up covered in the food.

So we went outside and split up and as I was walking off with Max I grabbed her for the kiss.  I really let this one slip through my fingers.  Throughout the night she had dropped sexual seeds and I just didn’t push hard enough.  I shoulda brought more Shane State to the table.  I just wasn’t in control of myself enough.  I can make lots of excuses, but it was totally my fault.  Se la vi.

Max and I had a one hour walk home and then I watched him eat a kebab.  It was a really good chat.  It’s so interesting to finally meet someone in person that I’ve been talking to online for 6 months.  It’s really funny how when girls ask he just says we met playing video games online.  Daughter actually knew our game and talked about how her sister plays.  It was all interesting.  It was a night of ups and downs.  But the point is I had a lot of adventures and took some pictures along the way.

I’m also doing another Vercetti challenge.  I haven’t beat off since Tuesday.

So we meet up with the daughter Soul met during the day.  She tells us to meet her for a pub quiz and promises to bring other models with her.  It seems that every girl in Sweden says she’s a model.  It’s all great to me as this girl is tall as hell and November is all about tall girls for me.  Yay!

We only have time to chill at our hotel for like twenty minutes before we head out for the night.  We meet up with one of Soul’s girls and head to the bar.  The other girls are late and we have a tiny table in the middle of nowhere.  Soul pings his girl to see if she’s into something more group-friendly with me, but the love just isn’t there.  The two models show up and the daughter is clearly cuter than her friend.  So we are chilling with Daughter and Troublemaker.  They run off though as there is no room.

The dude from the day joins us.  I wish I knew his handle.  I’ll just call him NLP because he knows some NLP.  He went to some recruitment function first and shows up with a really cute girl that looks like Lisa Loeb.  She has the whole really sexy nerd thing down.  There is a lot of Tina Fey in this town too!  We are all having a really good time and the two model girls come and finally cram in with us.  I isolate Daughter for a while at the bar and build lots of comfort.  She’s really cool actually and we make a connection.  Turns out being too skinny is just as hard as being too fat.  So we talk about our experiences of trying to normalize our bodies.

Later on Troublemaker grabs me RSD style and drags me outside to smoke.  Fairplay, so I start escalating with her.  Just trying to see where I can take things.  She is just a total party girl and I can definately see some potential to have some fun.  We finally get back to the quiz and join the group again.  I bust out my camera and start taking pics, as I want to remember my birthday festivities.  Soul’s girl tries to grab my camera and I’m like watch it crazy.  I don’t really like girls who hit or swipe.  I mean really, I love that camera.  He’s been with me for four years now.  That’s a really long time.  He took almost every picture I have on facebook, on Lounges, of my oneitis.  He has been through my whole journey.

So the I have Soul start taking pictures of me with Daughter.  It goes really well and he takes a pic of me and her touching tongues.  This girl turns out to be a little crazy too and demands I delete a few pics too.  Again Soul’s drunken girl dives in and tries to rip my camera out of my hands.  We are on bar stools so it’s a long way to the ground.  I’m like what the hell is wrong with you.  The girl only met me an hour earlier and she is grabbing at me?  It really bothered me because I just find that stuff inappropriate in general.  Daughter is pretty smart and watches me delete the photos.  Hopefully, when I get back to London I will be able to undelete them.  But either way I have some good pics in there.

Then I took some pics of NLP and his girl and escalated the hell out of them.  He was really appreciateive and cool.  Plus this girl was wicked sexy and super nice.  They called up for people having a birthday and I went up to win a prize.  She came up and held my wine and stayed there the whole time.  I like nice people.

I get up there and I have to go to the non pub quiz part of the bar to find the smartest person I can.  They give me one minute to run up the stairs in this dungeon of a pub.  I see one dude sitting alone in a suit.  He is scottish.  Translation – drunk.  He thinks it’s a wind up at first, but I convince him to come down.  We have the same name after all.  Yes, his name was Paladin.  He comes down and the quiz dude is like how much do you know about pop music?  The dude is like not a damn thing.  I’m like why didn’t they say get a music man.

The are cool and change the question.  They ask him who invented the television.  Who the hell knows that?  The guy answers in like one second.  Turns out it was a scottish dude.  Then he tells them it was his great-great grandfather and everyone goes nuts.  Then he goes just kidding.  At this point some of the crowd starts asking if it’s my dad. Ha.  That was pretty damn funny.  They gave the dude a free beer and we hugged.  I won a movie pass and some bar money.  I’ll never use either, so I gave the pass to NLP.  He was so appreciative.  I just wanted to thank him for helping me out so much during the day.  We work our way through the rest of the quiz and I guess we didn’t win.

I don’t really remember what happened then though.   Finally, Soul chips off with his girl and the girl NLP brought goes home.  So NLP and me bounce the two models to another bar for phase to of our adventures.

It’s Sunday morning, so like usual I am playing catch up on my blog.  Thursday was amazing and challenging in so many ways.  I woke up at ten and it took me almost three hours to get Soul out of bed.  It didn’t help that every time I woke him up, he would ask what time it was and I would say noon.  I kept  getting my timezones mixed up, so he thought no time had passed.

He finally gets up, we gets dressed and takes me into town.  It’s hard to believe how many beautiful girls there are here.  At first we are just strolling and getting used to the insanely cold weather.  But after a few hours of chilling and chatting, he starts opening sets.  For some  reason it appears to be Mother-Daughter thursday.  The first set he opens he has me walk up with him.  The girl is really stunning, but her mother is having none of it.  He really plows through and we are standing there for a good five minutes.  I just keep turning redder and redder.  I am so far outside my comfort zone.

We finally leave and go into a few more shops searching for belts.  My belts are now too big again and my jeans from LA are falling off.  I bought them three weeks ago!  I mean it’s great to be losing weight, but all y newest cool clothes won’t stay on my body.  GRrrrrr.  I checked out a scale and it sait i was 78 kg, but I think the scale is a little broken.  I will get a proper reading next week.

We bust into our next set and it’s a mother-daughter set again.  This time the girl is super tall and skinny.  She’s 19, so it’s not nearly as awkward.  I of course have to bring some Paladin level winging to the table and chat to the mom for what seemed like centuries, but turned out to be a mere ten minutes.  I just built massive rapport with her as we had tons of things in common.  Soul got the girl’s number and set up a group date for that night.  It was really impressive and pushed both of us outside our comfort zone.  There are so many things that stop us when they don’t need it.

So Soul has been opening for a while and I really need to step up.  I am having crippling AA and I keep trying to break through it.  I go into some shops and run my indirect jazz on the girls there.  I have no problem doing this, but it doesn’t affect my total fear of going direct.  Finally Soul calls in a local dude to join us.  He is just an opening machine.  Soul talks to him before he meets me.  The first thing the dude says to me is ok, let’s start asking girls the time.  It was super humbling.

I was like I’m not that bad, I’ve done this before I’m just having a super off day.  So we roll into a huge shop that is now also my favorite club.  He keeps opening sets with me and walking away.  Really helping me out in a cool way.  The funny thing is that he keeps opening the set next to the one I like.  We joked about that later.  It doesn’t really matter.  Because we are in a shop, I start running tons of indirect sets and having a really lovely time.  I escalate harder than I normally do and really push for a close on one girl that is clearly massively attracted, but it just doesn’t happen.  At least I pushed.

We walk around some more and finally with Soul and this dude, I open a girl direct.  She was stunning and I could taste my fear.  Her eyes lit up when I told her shew as beautiful.  It was so hard but so amazing.  I stayed on course and started finding logistics and trying to move forward.  She dropped the boyfriend bomb on me and finally left, but at least I moved forward.  Soul gave me a huge hug and I felt better.