Barcelona and I are both new to the well constructed PUA community, just finished reading the Game but have been sarging together for about 10 years, half of it in Hollywood, we've developed some skill sets we'd like to contribute, and this community has a lot to teach us.

I live in the Hollywood Hills and It's fashion week right now so we hit a show yesterday, we RSVP'd but showed up late, we were tastefully peacocked so they assumed we were friends with the designer and they promptly gave us passes and escorted us back stage for the show, yes back stage, models changing. We were pretty surprised at the access we just gained, even got in faster than the 2 set HB9.0's we'd opened on the shuttle to the show, we'd blown by them when they slowed down on the tight rope approach, probably for the same reason Barcelona wanted to slow, didn't want to be seen getting rejected on our entrance.

Once we made our way to the crowded lounge and were served a complimentary pomegranate martini we were opened a few times with my Ron Paul button, first a three set with two HB8.0-9.0 and their gay friend, neither of us were on our game, had been sarging in Mexico the night before after sky diving, and a few late nights in a row previous, so we were lacking enthusiasm and were pulling to many AFC moves in our weakened state with questions like "are you staying for the next show", which, when combined with my delayed responsiveness and fun deprived contribution, was a set closer.

I spotted a 6' beautiful black model with a guy who i'd met out, he had been with an outwardly gorgeous skinny 6' blond HB9.5 who another friend of mine and I had previously sarged in a 2 set and full closed in a near by hotel with a great breakfast in the park complete with goose feeding pictures

I couldn't remember who he'd been with but remembered he ended up singing with a group of girls and playing keyboards at my pad till morning so I opened them with "i know you" he knew my name, "you played key's till morning at my place", i ignored the target until introduced, gave her a brief and warm handshake with eye contact and continued talking to the guy, we eventually broke away to hit the next show and gracefully parted

During the show I had given my front row standing spot to a thin blond with dark mascara, 5'6" HB8.5 in a 2 set, I knew I could easily see over her head and now we were forced to stand very close and the other was separated, easy prey for Barcelona. When a model with sun glasses strutted down the runway, she excitedly said in my ear "those are my glasses", assuming she was a designer of the glasses I said "very cool" with a nod of approval never looking over at her

It turns out they were all with the same designer, we saw them again by the exit after the herd mooed our way out of the event room, we opened the guy again, as soon as the Model came to life and stole our attention away from him, he was no longer an ally, we focused to much attention on the Model and left the others to wilt in the desert, she didn't have a cell phone that worked in America, so we relied on the guy to hook us up at the after party, at least we had rough directions

sent the guy a text "Grabben a bite at Birds, you there? 86 at hollywood and hudson?", wanted confirmation that we were right on directions, got a text back "Hey say you're with the julia clancey afterparty", we were in, we went back to my place for a quick drink and touch up, then the bar

she was great, fun, he kept dragging her away, they dissapeared a few times, we were so tired, and she wanted to go dancing, we knew there was only one place to go now, LAX, it was 1:20, and we lost all her friends so we let them know by text we were heading to LAX as we agreed we all wanted to do earlier, it was Barcelona the Model and myself, got right in, the group was having trouble getting in, designer was blocked by the door guy, I went out to help, she was too drunk and I assured we'd all watch out for her, we were in

we hit the dance floor, right away she did the stiff check grind while Barcelona was behind her, this is taking to long to write, so here's the short ending, Barcelona face book closed, she called me later from the guy's phone to get my number and Barcelona's name

on our way out, we opened up a 5'4" 2 set, 7.0 & 7.5, that were leaving, one had just number closed with the door guy, so once they wanted to grab a bite to eat with us i gave her shit for that, we took them home after a late night 101 snack and it was finally time for bed

the model called me back last night wanting to hang out, couldn't find a wing and still hadn't gotten a good night sleep in a week now, so i called her back and shifted plans to tuesday, I said we'd meet them at the show then take them to Hyde, we're on tonight at another fashion show and night at the Hyde bringing models