I’ve been here a few days and have been smashing it pretty hard despite the fierce heat and an infestation of (mostly shit) PUA’s.
I’m no stranger to blow-outs, they happen in every session in London. However, I didn’t get one blow-out last time I was here. I can’t help but feel that the place is burned as 50% of my approaches haven’t even got as far as the compliment.
A blow-out is never nice, how you respond to them is what separates the men from the boys. I try to laugh them off and get into the next set as quickly as possible.
Here are some stories of the ones that weren’t blowouts…
I opened 20 girls closing 6 of them and had one idate. I set up dates for the next day with two of these girls (more on that below), I’m still texting two others and two flaked.
The idate was a strange one. I approached her, delivered the compliment, she eye spazzed, whipped out her phone, opened google translate, handed it to me and pointed as if to say type into that. After a few exchanges of google translate tennis I invited her for a coffee. We went to the nearest cafe and both ordered non-alcoholic drinks (it was 1pm). I tried my hardest to escalate over google translate, but it was hard. I found out she was 22, a local who worked in dentistry and was engaged to be married. I told her she was too young to be getting married, she agreed and said that ‘it’s complicated’. I set up another date to get ‘a real drink’ for the next evening at 8.30pm. She agreed. Jackpot, or so I thought.
I started early as I had dates lined up for the evening, opening 10 girls and closing 2 of them. I was half way through my 10th set with a wog when a well known Geordie daygamer walked past and figuratively shot me down. I laughed, the girl wondered what was going on, ‘is that your friend?’, ‘I have no idea who that guy is’ said me. Anyway, she wasn’t interested and neither was I to be honest. I let her go and caught up with my would be assassin.
I introduced myself to him and his mate and he invited me to sit with them for a beer. It was cool to sit with the man himself and hear his thoughts on the city. He agreed that it was burned. I had to excuse myself to go and get ready for the dates.
Date 1 – 5.30pm
I’d approached her at around 8.30pm the previous evening. It was a good set, a local Czech girl, a solid 7. I arranged to met her outside the Palladium and she turned up looking even hotter than she did when I opened her (one of the many perks of daygame).
I walked her to an Irish bar for the first venue where we sat opposite one and other and got to know each other. I then took her to a lounge bar that was dark and had plenty of couches, it also had air-con which was amazing as it was now 6.30pm but still about 30 degrees outside. I escalated hard and got some passionate kissing and soon we were talking about sex. I excused myself to go to the bathroom at 7.30pm. I checked my phone and my second date was still on for 8.30pm.
Do I cancel the second one and carry on escalating all the way to sex? Or do I set up a date two and possibly get laid with the next girl. I was greedy and went with the latter.
When I returned from the bathroom I told her I would have to go and meet ‘friends’ at 8.30pm, she said that was fine as she was planning to leave at around 9pm anyway. I set up another date and we went our separate ways.
Date 2 – 8.30pm
After leaving the first girl I ran back to the flat, had a Portuguese wash and ran back out the door. I was 5 minutes late and when I got to the meeting point the girl wasn’t there. A few minutes later I saw her and again she looked much hotter than when I opened her. She was wearing a tight little black dress and her little boobs were bursting out of it. As I went over to greet her I saw her talking to a tall, blonde fat girl in a pink dress. She looked like Little Miss Piggy except she wasn’t little, and she definitely wasn’t a miss. She was grotesque.
I said hello to both of them with a perplexed look on my face. Piggy introduced herself and said ‘I’m going to be your translator for the evening, where is your friend?’
‘hi, hang on, Whaaaaat?’
I looked at my girl with a WTF face and she looked back very apologetically and almost looked embarrassed.
‘Your friend, we thought you were bringing a friend?’ said Piggy
‘I never said that, I invited your friend out for a drink, I never mentioned a friend’
‘Can’t you call him and tell him to join us?’
‘no, he’s busy’
‘Pleeeease, we want to go party!!’
I explained to Piggy that this was obviously a break-down in communication and I didn’t want to party, I wanted to take her friend for a drink and not the both of them. She pleaded for me to invite my friend. I relented and said ok, I’ll invite him and we can go for one drink. I tried to call him and he didn’t answer. It turned out he was on an idate with a girl I had also closed early that day.
I went for one drink with them anyway. We sat on a long couch and the pair of them ordered a bottle of white wine between them, I got a beer. I tried my hardest not to speak to the Pig but she kept butting in, I tried communicating with my girl but she was letting the fat heffer lead everything. I was well and truly cock-blocked. I quickly drank my beer and left.
I was absolutely fucking fuming. It was 9.30pm, if I wasn’t greedy I could have potentially been balls deep in the first girl by now.
I walked to one of the little stalls and bought a packet of cigarettes. I sparked one up when I saw a tall girl with black hair, a black boob tube, black hot pants and black heels storm past. I though ‘fuck it’. Ran in and opened, she enjoyed it but was clearly in a hurry. I enquired where she was off to, she said home, she’s exhausted and was still out from the night before. I teased her about being a bad bad girl and she laughed. I said something along the lines of ‘you’ve been out this long, what’s one more drink?’.
She agreed to join me for one drink, I pulled her to the nearest place which happened to be a burger bar. She had a cocktail and me a beer. I found out she was 17, a local Czech girl but had lived all over Europe. I tried to escalate but she could barely keep her eyes open, I took her number and let her go on her way. Hopefully I’ll get her out, I’ve never shagged a 17 year old.
It’s day 3 now and even though I’m surrounded by spammers, there’s still plenty to shoot at.