Yesterday I put this tweet up;
There’s a story behind it…
It was a wet, miserable international daygame day (Saturday), I’d been out drinking to excess the night before to celebrate Trump’s victory in the US election. I was hungover to the balls but I was still hungry, I was not for letting all the daytripping chodes get the girls. It was my 10th consecutive day on the streets chasing skirt but I wasn’t feeling the burn.
It was around 4pm and I had just arrived in central London after waking up late and having breakfast at lunch time. Rock star lifestyles.
I was with the Cheshire Gent (CG) who came down from Manchester to stay at my gaff for the weekend. We were walking down Cranbourn Street away from Leicester square. I’d just got off the phone with Xants who was regaling me with stories of how a French girl just opened and closed him as well as an idate he’d been on. Bastard.
I hung up the phone and waited to meet him outside the PUA Prett opposite the Spaghetti House.
I hadn’t done any sets yet and CG was babbling away about something… All of a sudden I felt very light headed and I started sweating profusely. I tapped him on the arm and said ‘I think I’m going to pass out’…
Next thing I know I’m on my back on a soaking wet Cranbourn street surrounded by about 10 people looking down on me in a circle. I could hear CG shouting;
‘Mate, maaate, are you fucking alright mate? you’ve just fucking passed out!’
It felt like I was under water trying to get to the surface. There was an old lady shouting things at me, I had no idea what was going on. CG with the help of some the onlookers picked me up and dragged me to a chair on one of the outside tables at Spaghetti house. I collapsed into the chair where apparently I passed out again. CG ran off to return with a can of coke, instructing me to drink it. I felt like I could barely pick the can up, it was very heavy. I slowly drank it and as I started to come to my senses I noticed that everyone was staring at me, spotlight effect times a thousand.
The coke did it’s job and I was starting to come around to my normal self. However, my head was throbbing, which probably had something to do with smacking it against the ground as I fell. CG filled me in on what happened. Apparently I collapsed onto him before hitting the ground face first. He immediately rolled me over onto my back and apparently I was out cold for almost a minute. Jesus.
Xants soon arrived on the scene… ‘what’s up you pansy?’ or something to that effect. I laughed, and said ‘nothing, i’m grand’. So he proceeded to tell me he had already got 3 numbers that day. Good for you man, good for you.
It was now around 5pm, I was weighing up the possibility of approaching some girls, but I had no energy. I also had a date with one of my regulars scheduled for 8pm, I hadn’t been laid in nearly two weeks so I was quite looking forward to seeing her.
CG recommended I go to the hospital for a check up as I had hit my head. Initially I was reluctant to do so, but I thought fuck it, I may as well be on the safe side.
We hailed a cab and CG accompanied me to a hospital near Warren Street station.
Once we got there I was seen to fairly quickly, well done NHS. I peed in a cup, gave them some blood and they did a heart scan. As I lay there waiting for the results I sent this to my concerned daygame brothers;
I soon got a stream of concerned well wishes from my brothers in arms, here are some of them…
“What did you catch?”
“Soft jesse passed out”
“I wish he was in set, that would have been hilarious”
“Like I said, gay”
“Actually that gets official LAD status. So hungover he passed out but he still went out picking up chicks”
“Medical term for being a pussy”
“You’re probably riddled with stds”
These cheered me up a great deal as I waited and waited. But inside I was freaking the fuck out, that had never happened to me before and I have had plenty of nights of heavy drinking.
As I lay there I was thinking about how much worse it could have been, what if I was solo? what if I was crossing the road? what if I hit my head on a sharp object as I fell? What if I was in set?!
When the doctor eventually returned having examined the blood, urine and heart scan she told me everything was fine. If anything my heart rate was very low which she put down to me being physically fit. That was a surprise.
She proceeded to tell me that I was severely dehydrated from the drinking the night before and that my blood sugar levels were very low. Thinking about it, I hadn’t drunk any water that day, only 3 cups of black coffee and I hadn’t put any sugar in me.
So the message of this post is very simple. Do the basics right, drink water, keep your sugar levels up, get plenty of sleep etc. They are so simple that they should go without saying, however, as I have shown, they are easily overlooked. Believe it or not, there are some things which are more important than picking up girls.
Don’t be an idiot, like me.