Sweden with Soul and Beeballer – The Final Day
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.
