Hey guys, I'm a seduction coach in Melbourne, Australia.

Around 8 months ago I started keeping a journal of my best LR's for my students to draw from. Which I am now offering to you. Apologies for spelling errors I havn't edited it yet.

Welcome to Fuego's journal.

I have included for your benifit my most recent exploits in the seduction field. I have not included every woman I have slept with over the last year(s) but rather I have recorded such nights which I found to be most memorable and benificial to other readers. The reason being it is boring to only write about your constant structured lays, If I was to do that however it would go something like this.

Mon - Blonde coffee/movie/sex
Tues - Hotter blonde pub/lounge/sex
Wed - 2 black sisters, kissed one, other club/house/oral sex.
etc.

There just isn't the same heart in it now is there? Anyway enough of an introduction. Hope you enjoy the read.

On Friday night I wen't out with one of the guys I'm coaching to do some night game on Chapel street. We arrived at Qbar quite early and there was no-one there so we left and booted up to Blue bar. First girl I approached Norwegian HB8 was standing alone at the bar, hard nut to crack but had gathered her interest with some light teasing about her having no friends. Her boyfriend noticed and joined us shortly after.

Made a few successful approaches after that although all the really hot ones there were there with boyfriends (seemed to be a recurring theme). Then I am talking to a double couple have the guys onside when one of their girlfriends friends rock up. Blonde HB9 Britney Spears Lookalike (BSL) and Brunette HB9 meditaeranean goddess (MG). My visor closes down and I enter Uber PUA mode, start building mega report with her friends.

Entertaining the guys, teasing their women I join in with their rounds. MG takes glances over at me and I wink then go back to talking her friends. During this time I havn't bothered to introduce myself, MG and BSL have had a group of eager AFC's descend on them and my spidey sense is telling me they are failing miserably. I'm going to need to make this approach good. Suddenly MG and BSL get up and go sit in the corner on a couch closing off their body language.

It's now or never. I walk straight up to MG and crouch down on my knees. She looks at me expectantly waiting for me to say something but I just stare her down and smile cheekily. Eventually she just laughs.
MG 'what?'.
Me 'You totally stole my seat you know'
MG 'no I didn't it was empty'
Me 'That's because I was saving it for later'
MG 'You can't save a seat for later'
Me 'Obviously not when theres seat stealers like you around'

Number closed MG, kiss on cheek. Then we booted to Bridie O'reileys upon arriving there the only decent looking girl there also happened to be my ex's really annoying best friend. We stayed around there for about 5 minutes while we waited for the rain to stop, unfortunately the only thing that stopped was my phones battery, I was really pissed off. Wen't back Qbar, still mostly empty and got my boy to do a couple of approaches. He did quite well, there wasn't really anything gold there so I made a few approaches and number closes on some HB7-8's. One drunk HB8 tried to make out with me but I have a thing against really drunk girls it rarely works out well, I was feeling a bit tired on account of going out wednesday and thursday night so I decided to hit it early rather than stick around to see what else would emerge from the storm.

Saturday

I met up with pua_zelic on saturday night and we wen't to a wog bar called 'old silvers'. Upon arriving there we soon discovered it was like shooting fish in a barrell. None of the guys there had any class at all and the girls were mostly horny and exotic (my favourite). Decypher, Matija and his mate rocked up soon after we arrived and we all got straight into it. I diverged from the pack at several points and opened multiple sets with mainly direct openers, such as Italian HB8 on the dancefloor 'I hope you don't give those sexy guys to just any cute guy thats walks in here' (N-close). black HB9 Haile Bery look a-like 'Girl I like the way you move'.
(K-close) and others.

We ended up getting booted fairly early in the night because of some very hot but messy dirty dancing on a podium (actually fell off the podium with a girls legs wrapped around me) needless to say the bouncer wasn't impressed. We bolted back to home base around 12 for a few more drinks, then wen't down to a French backpackers party. It was one of those parties where the instant we walked in zelic and I looked at each other and laughed. There was literally zero competition. As soon as we walked in with our stylish clothes, aussie accents and sexy demeanour all the girls eyes lit up around us. 10 seconds into getting there the host is eyeing me like an Australian oasis in a European/Latino desert and I have barely said a word.

We decide we can have some fun with this and realising we were going to enjoy sticking around we excuse ourselves to organise some drinks and sit ourselves down outside with a ring of eager women around us. The girls congregate around us in no time, some hot latina girls sit across from me I speak in Spanish to them they ask for my phone number and leave straight after. Zelic has become the idol of worship for a few english girls and we are rolling off each other beautifully, out of the corner of my eye I can see the Euro dudes getting angrier and angrier. 'Who are zese Australian bastuurdz taking all our woomin?'. Now I will admit I do have rediculously high standards. I knew the girl for me was somewhere here I was just waiting for her to show herself. Eventually her curiosity must of peaked because out comes miss Deutschland 2009 and comes and sits next to us a keen look in her eye.

The conversation comes easily and flows steadily, she loves me and Zelic. She is slowly succumbing to the Zelic/Fuego charm. I am in the zone, I am already picturing how good she is going to look on the end of my cock... When suddenly the unthinkable happens. A girl (her friend) walks out and sits between us and MD. My blood freezes, my eyes go wide. Nothing could have prepared me for what I am now seeing but the girlfriend of MD has a bush growing above her lip to rival Joseph Stalin. I am gobsmacked I am stunned, Zelic and I look to each other, no more needs to be said. Then suddenly 'the queen of moustache land' opens her mouth and tells us she is sleepy and we should go. I have never left a party so quickly.

We walk back to zelics to the sound of our own disbelief and collapse into drunk sleep. I don't remember this but apparently I collapsed straight into the crotch of 'Miss sexy dirty dancer' and didn't even realise. GREAT NIGHT.

Sunday-

Okay so I am reeling from a hangover haven't showered in 2 days and I have just met up with my gay friend in the city to buy some new black jeans. I am big into black and white clothing, for an alternative classy look that I find works. So I'm feeling pretty sexy. We meet up with Decypher straight after I have made my purchases and start day gaming on bourke street. The weather is beautiful the women are numerous after a few approaches I need a drink. We head up to rooftop bar and check out the talent there. Jason's boyfriend joins us soon after and I approach a group of 7 girls ranging from 6-9's, all work together in Ballarat and have decided to spend the weekend in Melbourne, they are drunk and horny. I have their undevoted attention they all love me, but I am getting too much being thrown at me at once, these girls were just dying to be approached and now they have me they don't want to let me go. What do you do? How old are you? Do you think my friend is cute?... It's too much I can't handle it, I feel like I'm in front of an inquisition. I tell them just that. I walk off to get a drink and a 7 and 9 from the table are there behind me. Wow.
'you suck' the 7 says to me.
'Are you stalking me?'
'Maybe we are, what are you going to do about it?' the 9 says to me.
'What do you think I should do about it?'
'Buy us a drink'
I laugh hysterically, 'nice try, you Ballarat girls are way too much. I'll tell you what. I'll give you my number and maybe I'll let 'you' buy me a drink sometime'.
The 9 doesn't have her phone with her, the 7 takes down my number. I get my drink and go sit back with my gay friends.

6.30pm

Call MG9 to come out, she is driving. Asks me to call back in an hour. I decide I won't call back till next weekend. 'I don't wait on you MG9'.

7pm.

I get a call from a girlfriend wanting to catch up. Why quit now?

Go meet her at her apartment she is there with her hot 26yr old room-mate. First time I met this girl she told me that she only goes for older guys. I am 22 and I intend to change her mind. Her other room-mate isn't as good and is very into me, unfortunately for her she's not my type. I go out with them to Chapel street and we head into a bar. I have a few more drinks and I'm back in the zone. Sexy 26yr RM apparently knows a bit about my repuation, she starts asking me questions about it, wanting to know how I pick up women, how often I do it, where I go to do it. I tell her everything. I show her examples, I show and tell her about kino. I go and approach a set of girls for her. I teach her how to best use her eyes for arousal. I notice she is getting really turned on by all this, she is moving closer and closer to me. I hold her hand I can feel her tits brushing against my shoulder, I feel her pulse, I tell her her heart is beating really fast. 'I ask her what she's feeling right now?' She looks embarrassed and tells me 'she doesn't know'. I run my hand gently down her back and I tell her 'that is how I do it'.

One moment later the girls I was talking to a moment earlier ask if they can join us. I welcome them to sit down. I talk to them for a bit and then my girlfriends gay best friend arrives towing an incredibly cute HB9 and her HB6 friend. Something about this girl just blows me away, I look into her eyes with a cheeky smile 'hey'. She looks at me and puts her kitty cat head to one side 'your cute'. She leans in and kisses me on both cheeks giving me a lasting glance then walks off to the bar without looking back. I have a feeling come over me there is something about this girls behaviour which enthralls yet bothers me. I have already forgotten about 26yr RM, she leaves with my friend and they go home, I don't care. I have to stay and figure out this girl. After about 30 mins of the most convoluted messages coming from this girl it hits me. This girl is totally messing with me, she knows everything I'm doing and is putting it back on me. She is playing games and fucking with mine. I have to break past it. Total freeze out time.

She comes outside again and puts herself in my vicinity I walk straight over to her very average friend and start putting my A-game on her. Her friend is captivated, I can sense FPUA becoming noticeably flustered. Suddenly she grabs her friend and says 'we're going to the espy do you guys want to come?'. I tell FPUA 'our mutual gay friend is in a conversation with my other mutual girlfriend. hmm not right now maybe we'll meet you later'. The two girls leave. I have another drink then tell mutual gay friend, 'we should go meet up with them'. He tells me 'we should go to love machine'. I tell him I can't go because I have work the next day etc.

He gets a call from the girls, he tells them he'll pick them up and they'll go to love machine together. I say awsome I'll get a lift. I get in the car in the back with gay mutual friend and girl mutual friend in the front. We arrive FPUA gets in on one side her friend on the other. I turn to FPUA and smile, she catches my eye again. I move in without a word and kiss her soft lips hard, at first she seems a bit surprised but I feel her relax beneath my hands and next thing I know were at love machine. Fuck work. I go to love machine, FPUA seems suddenly different she doesn't want to let go of my hand. I make a point of talking to other girls at the bar then wrapping my arms around her and feeling her g-string through the thin fabric of her dress. Less than an hour later, I tell her I've got to go and ask if she wants to walk me out? She says yes, we get outside and next thing I know I have her pushed against a wall her body working up against mine.
'Come home with me' I tell her.
'I can't'
5 minutes ASD push/pull she finally agrees to come back 'for one drink'. She sms's her average friend, when I ask what she wrote she blushes and won't show me. I step out and hail a taxi and got lucky with one pulling up straight away. It's a five minute drive to my house and I lightly massage her thigh during the trip. During the trip there is a bit more ASD 'I must be crazy, what am I doing', 'I just met you'. We get back to my place and tiptoe past my room-mates door, I tell her to shhhh... I turn the light on and walk over and set my alarm clock she is standing in the middle of the room looking uncertain. I walk over to her and put my hands on supple ass lightly lifting and squeezing at the same time while I kiss her hard then move down her neck. I lean forward and lighten my grip on her ass slightly, then without warning I pick her up and her legs wrap around me. She squeels lightly then laughs, then goes quiet and starts massaging my tongue with hers once more. This girl is a bit of a biter but I like it. I throw her down on the bed and pull down the collar of her dress until I have one of her perky little nipples in my mouth, then she suddenly freezes up. 'Slow down'. I stop and look her in the eyes and I roll out slightly from between her legs so I am on my side looking at her silently smiling. She turns towards me and meets my gaze and I smile bigger, making her smile. I put a hand back on her and run it down her side. Then I move it down to her thigh. I get up and I turn off the light.
'What are you doing?'
'trust me'.
I go in from another angle this time, massaging her thigh as I make my way slowly down with my mouth. I pull aside her g banger go down on her for about 10 minutes, after which she opens up to me straight away. I put on a condom and move inside her, she is already really wet and feels great. After 10 mins in missionary I put her over on her stomach and we go for another 20 mins. After we talk for about an hour, then she gets up fumbles for the light gets dressed, gives me her phone number then goes back to the club.

Monday - Red head on train

Sit next to HB8.5 red head on train ride home. Pull out one of the stories I'm writing.

'Hey I know this is a strange question, but can you read this?'
HB8.5 RH looks over and starts reading out the manuscript perfectly.
'Wow your good, I can't even read my own hand writing it's that messy. How bad is that?'
'Are you a writer?'
'It's a hobby. What do you do? wait let me guess... Your an accountant'
'Why do you say that?'
'You look like the kind of girl thats good with numbers'
etc.

NC.

Tuesday - Wow, I think I'm in love.

Tram ride home this time, it's very packed yet I coverly manage to manouvere myself so I'm standing next to an HB9.5 blonde.

'Wow claustrophobic in here'
smiles but says nothing. I wait 30 seconds then I catch her eye again.
'Do you know who you look like?'
She gives me a knowing look obviously amused.
'I wan't to hear you say it. I know you know'
'(insert Famous actress) from (insert famous movie)'
'That's it. I bet you get that all the time'.
etc.

NC.

2. Dec 2009

Dear Diary 'JACKPOT'

So I figured I froze out MG9 for long enough and decide to give her a call. It rings out and goes to voice-mail. 1 minute later I get an sms.

MG9: What's up? just working hun
Me: Hey MG9 I decided to give you another chance to clear your debt. Cos that's what nice girls do.
MG9: I gotta be honest about something. If you wanna be friends after I'd love to. But um. I have a girlfriend.

At this point I did a little song and dance on the train. Some old people were scared.

Now guys. I know some of you reading this would be thinking to themselves. 'Hold up, she's a lesbian. Why would that be a good thing?' To which I would say unto you 'Hot lesbians are the holy fucking grail of the PUA world. To get in with a hot lesbian couple is like having the greatest social proof known to man. These girls 'know' how to work girls, if you treat them right and they consider you a friend they will get you laid so fast you won't know what happened. Not only that but all lesbians secretly crave cock, although they are emotionally involved with each other most lesbians will occasionally let a rooster into the hen house to mix things up a bit. Whether you are 'that' rooster is simply a matter of being the right guy at the right time.

So taking the above into consideration you will now understand why I replied in the appropriate manner.

Me: Lol duh... I'm not blind you know.
MG9: Lol meaning wat? ha ha idiot lol
Me: Well at least I know we share similar interests so how about it my lesbian friend? Tomoro night chapel. quiet drinks? x
MG9: How about friday nite blue bar? I gotta go there anyways? (note: in uber hot lesbian language she is actually saying 'hey come out with me and my friends. I want to see you because I'm interested but I don't want to leave my safe zone')
Me: What is it with lesbians and blue bar?? haha jokes. have a party that nite babe thurs no good for u? x
MG9: i'll get back to you tomoro xx

Now I want you to refer to the last post I wrote because there is actually a great lesson in this. As you would of noticed 'her friend' Britney Spears lookalike was not very responsive at all in fact I left this out but she was actually kind of cold and being a total bitch. The truth of the matter is boys sometimes when you get massively shut down (this was not one of those instances) it ACTUALLY is because you just hit on a card carrying lesbian, so don't let it get you down

Fuego.

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Cheers boys it does help to have some of the most prestigious pimp daddies in melbourne to draw from. As far as 26yr RM is concerned. Sometimes the target just becomes the contingency when a new target comes along. Although I havn't lost attraction for 26 year old room mate I've just waylaid it. I'm confident I can build on the sxual tension with Room mate. I've already fooled around with my friend who I know her through so the boundaries have already gotten fucking loose. I'm just curious to play it all out, be the hugh heffner of their mansion. Who knows?! Either way I'll keep everyone updated reguarly from here on out

Okay so this week has been pretty bland for me on account of a wiered allergic reaction which has made my tongue puff up like a scotch fillet and my lips look like I have just had fat sucked from my ass and inserted it into them. I look like a plastic surgery addict.

Back in my AFC days it used to be I couldn't talk to girls because I was too nervous, poor self esteem etc.. Now I'm finding I can't talk to girls because it has temporarily become physically impossible, so lets just hope the swelling goes down by the weekend otherwise it's going to be a lonely couple of nights in the Fuego house-hold.

The one upside to my fucking wiered medical development is it has given me a chance to work on my text/internet game with good results. I have told the girls I planned on seeing throughout week I look like an escapee from circus de solee and I am 'not' going to see them in this state. I received alot of sympathy initially and supportive msg's.

Blonde HB10 (picked up on tram) flaked on me on Sunday, sent me a msg on monday 'hey so sorry I didn't answer my phone, I left it at a friends house. Maybe some other time x'
Sounds like Bullshit to me, I gave her a really non-commital answer I'm not interested in being fucked around 'that's cool. catch x'

MG9 wanted to catch up for a smoke again (guess she must of forgotten what I said last time) 'hey babe I'm bored wat you doing? x' etc.

HB8.5 I K-closed at random party with 10-1 male ratio on saturday night. 'oh you poor thing, well I hope your well enough to come to my house warming party this Sunday xx' (her house warming party is in hoppers crossing thats not going to happen)

Had an asian HB9 sit down next to me on the train this morning. I was majorly pissed off about the fact that if I tried talking to her in my current state I probably would have spat on her or just sounded like a complete retard. I know I shouldn't be making excuses but if you saw the state of my linguistic instruments at the moment I think you would understand. I can't even smile without excrutiating pain.

There were at least 3 great chances for openers I would have used in different circumstances.
1. She walks over and gives me a 'is this seat taken' look.
What I did: I nod.
What I would have done: Smiled cheekily and said 'I think we can work something out'.

2. She pulled her phone out and checked the time.
What I did: Nothing.
What I would have done: raised an eyebrow inquistively 'Do you know what time it is?','damn I'm running late for work' etc.

3. She pulled out a sappy romance novel.
What I did: Pulled out my copy of 'the mystery method' I'm re-reading.
What I would have done: Smiled cheekily and said 'Wow I read that very same book last week'

Anyway instead of more of what I could have/should have done. Pray that I get healthy by this weekend because I am planning on doing some serious damage and some of you boys will be joining me in that endeavour rest assured

Fuego.

Drunk girls... Where do you draw the line?

Not so long ago one of my mates chastised me for weeks for rejecting an HB10 I met at Qbar on the basis that she was too drunk.

This is how it wen't down I have tried to include as many details as I remember.

I walked outside within half an hour of getting there. I was practically sober. I hadn't spoken to any new girls at all that night and I asked one for a lighter. She was fucking fantastic by the way, tall amazonian dirty blonde with green eyes and legs that seemed to go forever. She had a nice tight black and white striped dress which gift wrapped her tight little ass like christmas. The kind of girl you got into PU for in the first place, we'll call her DB (Dirty Blonde).

She wobbily turns around from her two girlfriends and asks me
'do you have a cigarette?' whilst putting her hand on my chest.
I tell her 'I'll give you a cigarette if you find us a lighter'.
She seemed a bit surprised at first but then turns to a group of guys and girls she doesn't know and puts her hand on the shoulder of the closest guy for support and shouts and I mean SHOUTS! 'DOES ANYONE HAVE A LIGHTER??'. Within seconds a lighter is procured and she wobbles back to me on her stillettos giving a one over with her eyes. She lights up the cigarette and stares at me without saying a word. She lights hers and puts the lighter back in my hand a little to slowly. 'Your cute' she says.
I smile and tell her 'you have great taste'.
She laughs a little too hard and slaps me on the chest hard. My mate Steve appears next to me and is gobsmacked by the blonde. He introduces himself to her and then opens up the circle to her friends as well, two bitchy brunnettes with issues. Anyway I finish my cigarette and decide it's time to head inside, we have a bit of a look around talk to some friends and I see my mate chris is working at the red-room door. I go up and say hi and we walk into the red room, once inside it's fairly empty but there are a few hotties there. I buy a bottle of champagne and four glasses me and Steve and I go up to two of them and ask if they want to celebrate with us. They agree and we sit down, I pour a glass for me and Steve and leave the girls glasses empty.

The girls pipe up straight away but I'm having too much fun fucking with them 'You need to earn a drink missy'. 'I'll tell you what you buy a bottle then I'll have a glass of yours and you can have a glass of mine' etc. It's all going smoothly... Suddenly I hear a bit of a commotion at the doorway. DB is trying to push her way past everyone with her brunette friend and she sees us and shouts 'Kieran!'. Chris turns around and gives me a look like 'does this belong to you'. DB is absolutely paraletic by this point and I mean on the verge of getting kicked out. If you ask Steve he would tell you a different story but he's lying, she was as loaded as a catholic priest on St Patricks day.

I walk over and smooth things over with Chris and he lets the girls in. I sit down and DB plonks herself straight on my lap, her friend was more reserved but Steve got into it straight away, If any of you have met steve he is very blonde and very tall and tells girls he's a professional basketball player...He's not but it seems to work for him.

Now I'm not going to pretend I didn't enjoy this magnificent epitome of the female form teasing my cock with her superb ass because that would be a lie. She has her hands all over me and is taking swigs from my champagne without asking. After about 10 minutes of this she looks at me and slurs 'do you think I'm pretty?'
I wasn't going to lie 'Yeah your not bad'
She gives me a 'oh no you din't look'. 'Not bad??'
I laugh, 'okay your hot'.
'Good' DB leans in and kisses me hard on the mouth, and I mean HARD. I felt like she was going to suck my face off, and to finish it off she bites my lower lip where I have an ulcer. What should of been an enjoyable experience suddenly hurt a fuckload but she was hot so I told her 'no biting' and made out with her again.
So anyway while I've been making out with DB Steve has started to make some headway with bitchy brunette and is now kissing her with his hand up her thigh. Sweet I think to myself, we rock. This is going to some epic booty we're getting tonight. Or so I thought...

DB suddenly gets up a bit too quick and almost falls, 'I have to go to the toilet'. Her brunette friend gets up and goes with her, I ask Steve 'Does she look drunk to you?'. Steve being of fine moral character says to me 'I certainly hope so'.

The girls come back five mintues later DB is swaying slightly on her feet. I get the distinct impression she's just been throwing up, her brunette friend seems unconcerned and goes back to Steve's lap. DB comes up to me and whispers in my ear 'I wansht to farck you tshnite'
'Cool babe'
'watsch thiss' DB suddenly decides she is a bit of a pole dancer, she gets up on the podium in front of us with about ten people in the room watching and starts doing the worst pole dance I have ever seen. This girl is the reason black people say white people have no rhythm. She is about as graceful as a stampede of angry lumberjacks. It is embarrassing to watch. I am instantly put off... BUT WAIT. It gets better. DB decides she's had enough dancing and goes to get off the stage, but rather than gracefully stepping off she falls into a group of people sitting next to the stage, drinks go flying everywhere dresses are ruined, my white shirt is stained with raspberry cordial. I help the girl up and I get a lot of angry looks like its somehow my fault. Fuck this. 'I'm leaving'. Steve gives me a look of protest. I tell him 'I'll leave the door open. you guys can fuck on the couch. I'm sorry but DB is fucking retarded I'm going home. No deal'.

I know this is tight to do to a wingman but I was fucking pissed about my shirt, it was country road and I was covered in sticky alcohol. I wen't home I took a shower and when I came out Steve was sitting on the couch alone pissed. Apparently we were a group deal, but shit happens.

Fuego.

Sick game.

A few not so benificial developments have taken place since my last post. I have come down with the most long term wiered sickness I have had in a long time. Everytime I think I'm all better I go out and have a few drinks and cigarettes and bam I wake up the next morning feeling like I've been hit by a freight train and looking like an extra from dawn of the dead. I initially thought I had an allergic reaction so I was taking lots of Allereze in the hope that the swelling on my face would go down. It was only yesterday I figured out it wasn't actually an allergic reaction but rather the result of going through 6 decks of cigarettes, half a slab of cider, half a cask of cheap white wine and numerous bar bought drinks in one weekend. I strongly advise against this course of action, it's simply not worth the repercussions but what can I say I like to party

I took my phone into 3 to get repaired and they inadvertantly wiped all my numbers before I had a chance to record any of them so I started off mid last week with a clean slate (or sim) which I plan to fill with the numbers of hot young things in the immediate future. It's annoying because I am now in a position wherein I am majorly set back with the progress I was making with the hot lesbian, I'm going to need to wait for her to call, but considering she has always been enthusiastically respondant to my correspondance I think she would be too guilty to actively pursue me whilst she is in a relationship. However I'm banking on her getting stoned one night (which she does frequently) and in an irresponsible state of mind calling up good ole Fuego for some of that sweet straight lovin.

I got home friday night still relatively sick, although I wanderfull drug called ibruofen which made the swelling disspate quickly leaving me with no less 23 ulcers on the inside of my mouth (i shit you not, sleep is under-rated) but at least I could now talk. Wen't through a pre-game session with one of my students Dan then met up with Decypher and headed down to the Royal Saxon, (which reminds me I still havn't settled my tab there) as we were waiting in the line we warmed up with some provocative conversation with two 30 somethings (one of them ws do-able, they actually came back to us later but we weren't interested) as we are lining up there are some absolute AFC tossers making fun of us behind our backs for talking to these older women. I didn't care, I could already tell these chumps were lined up for a night of dissapointment and late night wanking.

We get inside and part ways, I open an HB7.5 Irish girl standing at the bar with my 'culturally introverted opener' she tells me shes from Ireland, I ask her which one? Now take note guys friday night was not meant to be a night game night, as I could only take it so far. The plan was to be observational, I needed an early night and my lips felt like they were on fire so I had ruled out kiss closing any girls that night. The aim was to, at most casually acquire a few new phone numbers to fill up my empty phone with new options. After getting Dan to open a few sets with pre-meditated comedic openers we approached a 3 set with one guy laborously trying to win them over. When we approached this dude was not happy at all with our arrival and tried to AMOG me over what I was wearing, I shut him up quickly with a sarcastic 'yeah I picked it out just for you mate, I'm glad you like it'. These girls weren't very good but Decypher was really wasted and didn't seem to care and Dan was really just experimenting with his newly developed mindsets.

After about 30 mins talking to this group I realised that they were too old and kind of boring. I don't like wasting good game on girls I'm not interested in it's bad for momentum. I turn around and standing behind me in a 3 set is a stunning brunette HB9, her sister HB6.5 and her other friend brunette HB8. I make a mental note that I am not leaving without at least getting a number from this HB9, she is exactly my type. Very feminem, kind of nervous in a cute way, tanned skin, good posture, cute features. So naturally the first thing I do is ignore her and start talking to her two friends. I start off with light teasing of her friends then introduce myself to HB9. The conversation comes easily I slip straight into my 'instant connections' routine and in no time we're sharing drinks talking like old friends. After about 30 mins I decide it's time to escalate so I decide to use a push/pull routine. Lot's of kino, then leaving the conversation on the promise of coming back (normally to go to the bar or toilet) then coming back 10 minutes later and in between talking to women on the way to and fro in eye-sight of the girl I want to attract.

It works. Perfectly. After the second time I did this I noticed her looking out for me to see what I'm doing. I come back to her and she tells me theres lots of people around and she gets a bit claustrophobic. I take this as an opportunity to isolate her from her friends, telling her I have an exercise wherein I can take away all her anxiety through some light hypnosis (Great party trick by the way) she is sceptical at first, we joke around a bit. She's having trouble keeping a straight face, I'm increasing kino whilst I'm doing this. Her friends have left us to go talk to some other friends of hers, it's just me and her. I do the exercise on her and she is amazed she gives me 'the eyes' I could have kissed her then but I would never kiss a girl just after I have done a hypnotism exercise on them, I'd consider it unethical. I phase shift with her to the bar and the sexual tension is growing with every moment, as we're standing at the bar I can see her eyes rotating from my eyes to my lips (this is a very strong IOI) so I lean in and gently kiss her. I always start with little teasing kisses then escalate to a full pash I find it makes it better by building up sexual tension adds value because your not desperate to kiss her (that and my lips caned from the 23 ulcers I had on them).

LOL while I'm doing this I turn around and see those wankers from the line with no girls around them watching me make out with the hottest girl in the bar. Revenge is sweet. She really wants me to go to boutique with her to meet up with her flat-mate. It breaks my heart to do this but I tell her no but I made a promise to myself to be good this weekend on account of my fireman medicals on monday. She kisses me hard and bites my lower lip playfully (It fucking hurts) but I'm not about to let it ruin the moment, she begs me to come one more time, usually I always say no initially anyway but this time I meant it. I take her number and promise to call her, I give her the name of a list at Boutique then I leave the bar to go home. Alone.

Sometimes and I only mean 'sometimes' picking up is not the first priority. This was obviously one of those instances, the fire brigade means everything to me, I would never choose a girl over my career. On the other hand, I'm glad I didn't go to boutique with her that night because I actually thought she was quite special and if I had gone with her I would of ended up turning a romantic night of seduction into a cheap drunken lay. It is pretty rare for my affection to grow for a girl that I meet during night game, but i actually really like this girl. She is cute and charismatic and we have a connection. I'm seeing her tomorow night for a movie.

Fuego.

So I have begun the arduous task of replenishing my phone with new female numbers. My main girl has gone to Lorne to visit her family, my other girl just left for Japan and my other girls you'll probably meet tonight if we head to Bond's Christmas party.

Whenever I find myself to be the victim of viscious PU circumstances i.e. my home computer dying (no access to fb) my numbers being wiped. I try to reflect on the faculties upon which I have too comfortably conditioned myself to rely on. There was once a time when a telephone would of been considered an instrument of Satan, and the concept of a social networking internet site would have left the average person confused, troubled and panicked. We have however adapted and evolved to be able to facilitate modern communication devices to improve our game. Yet that taken into consideration, not so long ago if you met a girl out and wanted to see her again you would have to arrange another time and place to meet her on the spot. Some guys on the lair often complain about girls flaking on them, well imagine if you had to ride your poor horse for several hours to the next village wait around for several hours (because clocks were rare) on the off chance this girl you met at farmers market 'might' show up (probably accompanied by both parents) too ask you about your financial and family prospects and what you can offer as a potential suitor.

Luckily things have changed slightly since then, but the thing to take into consideration is when you are thrown a PUA curve ball and find yourself socially handicapped the only real effective solution is to go out and get girls the old fashioned way. So I have been out gathering numbers kissing pretty girls and ensuring that the Fuego bed is going to continue to be defiled on a regular basis.

So that's what I've been doing, actively pursuing new avenues of interest. Applying my best game to those worthy of it and after a healthy practice of this one night you may find yourself invited to the wedding after party of a dutch girl whose name I can't remember or being appointed the Australian chaparone of two sexy Italian backpackers, going to a model party and meeting the director of x-men, sniffing cocaine off the naked breast 5'11" Swedish girl named Kolina at a gay party, or even just consistently making out with random girls on the D-floor without saying a word. Yes, this is my reality and I wouldn't change it for all the tea in China (I'm actually more of a coffee man tbh) and I will continue to rock out with my cock out because I have found myself incapable of humiliation, immune to negativity and religiously dedicated to becoming the best fucking pick up artist Melbourne has ever seen. Will I get there? possibly. But every single day of living the PUA lifestyle I get a little bit closer to this goal. Every person I interact with has experienced a bit of my world. My Ideals, my philosophies my love, my culture is slowly spreading through the veins of Melbourne like a slow working cure to the disease of anti-socialism.

The concept of class, racial and cultural distinction don't apply in my world. I see what I wan't, I do what I want, I am who I want. There is no obstacle too large no challenge unchallenged, no validity to vulnerability, no cause to my flaws. The city is wide open like a catholic virgin on her wedding night ready, hoping, wishing to be ravaged and dominated and when you are in that moment of ecstacy of a lustful embrace of a creature of infinite beauty giving herself to you wantonly. NEVER ever let yourself think for one moment that 'this' is as good as it gets.


See you tonight.

Fuego.

Fuego's Holiday (PART 1, Night 1. Melbourne)

Hey guys,

In case you havn't realised I only have enough time to discuss 'how' I pick these girls up initially. If you want to get into how I seduce them from the number close, just refer to my past instructing posts

Prepare for summarization as I have little time to write.

So it's been a couple of weeks since my last post and boy oh boy has it been fun. Started the first few days of my holidays out with a whole lot of family stuff and the first Saturday I wen't out was the biggest cockfest I have ever seen. We diverged on Fitzroy street after a session of drinking games back at the pad and were greeted by a sea of cock extending as far as the eye could see. The only hot girl in sight other than the ones present in our group was a hot German promoter girl named Katja who was trying to talk us into a club, we didn't go in but I got her number. From there we wen't on to the city to a new nightclub which was opening and were slapped wiht a whopping $20 entry fee upon arriving at the door. The club next door to it had a line of flopping dicks extending until the next block so we realised it wouldn't be long until they descended upon a little nightclub so we had to work quickly with the women.

As I descend onto the dancefloor doing a few warm up approaches on the way I start discussing my options with Steph. I feel a sense of urgency rise up in me as a think about the cock tsunami soon to come inside so I decide to just go for it. Walk up to the bar solo giving a few girls high 5's on the way and see the only HB 8-9 set in the venue chatting with one guy. None other than my prodigy snake has already beat me to the approach and is carrying it fluidly. I think to myself the only thing this set needs is a slight dash of 'Fuego' to spice it up a bit. I come straight over and use my pissed off gay boyfriend opener on them 'I hope you girls aren't trying to pick up my man'. I'm wearing a pink shirt so for a moment they believe me at which point I laugh and break the tension then move straight into kino and Isolate the brunette friend. The set goes well and I decide to leave them while they're hot and come back later.

I still felt like the blonde needed more work to open up but she seemed neutral. Brunette however was keen. Long story short. We chat, we suddenly find ourselves pushing and grunting our way through a sudden flood of cock in search of game-able women. There are none in sight. The unspeakable has happened. We manage to gather the troops and make a quick escape plan. Then as we are walking out I see the Blonde/brunette set out of the corner of my eye, I walk straight up to them 'Hey guys we're going to a party cos this place blows, chuck your digits in my phone and we'll hook up later'. She goes for it, we leave and after a brief cruise down Chapel street we realise there is simply a plethora of penis everywhere and we would be better off saving our energy for a winnable field. Still. Not a complete loss.

Fuego.

Fuego's Holiday (PART 1, DAYGAME. Melbourne)

The following morning we awoke at Zelic and De niro's pad with hazy memories smelly clothes and unholy breath. De Niro and I awoke ahead of the rest of the crew and decided it was a fine day to day-game. So we walked down to Acland street to get some food then start on some day game. The first set I approached I decided to use the crazy party boy over the shoulder opener 'Hey guys, do you know where a good bar is around here we havn't slept at all and we're starting to get dangerously sober'. Upon opening the set I realised I had made a severe misjudgment, these girls although very attractive didn't look a day above 16, so they were relatively shocked by our apparent alcoholism. Needless to say we smoothly exited the set feeling like dirty old men and decided to diverge to a more adult scene 'Chapel Street'.

Upon arriving we settled down at Blue bar which was slowly becoming a favourite of mine, opened the bartender with 'You know I heard the service was terrible here, but we figured we'd give it a shot'. After which she laughed hysterically and after some fluff talk she hovered around our table like flies on dogshit going out of her way to clear our drinks bring us new ones offer us free food, it was hired gun gaming at it's best (one of my favourite types) there were only two obstacles which prevented us from number closing her the first being she was only an HB7 and the second being her boyfriend also worked behind the bar and was watching her like a hawk.

After a few ciders in the sun we made our merry way down Chapel street towards the Irish pub doing lots of eye game on the way and grinning like we were high on more than life. We arrive at the irish and after picking some more cider we see the most attractive girl sitting there with a guy, we casually make our way over past them pretending to be enjoying the view of Chapel then we casually turn and ask 'Hey guys is it okay if we grab the end of this table'. I always ask if I can grab 'the end' of the table rather than can we sit with you. It's alot less needy and seems perfectly reasonable yet it almost always leads to easy conversation. We launch into the set with them first winning over the dude then working on the girl he's with. We discover it's her birthday and things go smoothly, they seem to really be getting into the conversation, then a friend calls and they have to go meet the rest of their friends for champagne. Quite frankly normally I would have worked towards building enough comfort and rapport that we would garner the 'hey check out these cool randoms we met, lets bring them along for a laugh' invitation but alas time was against so we politely said our goodbyes and unsure of the vague relationship between them decided it would be a mistake to try and number close.

Finding ourselves suddenly lone wolves amoungst a pack of dogs and hogs we decided to be creative and invented a game called the 'winking game' wherein we would stand on the edge of outside barricade, cider and ciggarettes in hand and wink overtly at any attractive prospect that came our way. Call this PUA research I believe I can safely say the general consensus of the female recipitants of our vulgure overtures seemed for the whole unimpressed we did however receive a few cheeky smiles mainly from the HB9+ variety who were no doubt reasonably amused. Just as the game was beginning to get dry we noticed a two set of HB8's sit down behind us. Without another word we walked over and used the same opening set as previously and sat down. We launched straight into conversation about the winking episode we had just had and then used the opportunity to ask the girls 'what they thought of guys who wink at girls?' Great Success. They ate it up instantly and we discovered soon after these two were in fact Swiss backpackers in town for two nights. (JACKPOT) After some light teasing and rapport building I dropped in that we were the first 'friends' they had made here and that we were going to a party tonight but weren't sure if they were cool enough to come with us. They loved it. One of them gave me her notepad wherein I used the opportunity to fill two pages with amusing banter and scribbled my number in the bottom (as neither De Niro or I had a charged mobile phone and neither did they).

Upon re-affirming our new friendship with several subtle routines such as above mentioned I brought up the part we were going tonight, the slightly hotter one seemed very keen but her friend was unconvinced. So I decided to play on her lack of adventurism. Great Success. Once I challenged their tenacity as travellers they started to have serious thoughts about my proposal but said they needed to go back to their hostel quickly and re-book then they would come back and tell us. As De Niro had a different BBQ he needed to go to I told them to meet me at Richmond station at 6.30 and gave them directions. They leave we finish our drinks and we start walking down the street as we reach the corner of chapel and Toorak we see the two Swiss girls running towards us 'we're coming! we're coming!', I tell them I have to go home alone and have a shower first and I repeat my original instructions. This is where I stuff up. I leave them where they are I go home shower, then completely loose track of time. As I reach Burnley station is is already 7.40pm, when I finally reach Richmond it is 8.00pm. and the girls are no-where in sight. No doubt thinking all Melbourne men are mean pranksters who like to play with the hearts of innocent Swiss girls.

As I caught the train alone to this party I laughed at my own stupidity, over a cumulative year of time spent overseas in backpacker hostels and I forget the most fundamental rule.
1. Travellers in a new city are automatically suspicious and unsure of everything native.

Also...

- I should have brought them back with me when I had a shower and entertained them briefly rather than leaving them in an uncertain frame of mind.
- If I was going to meet them later I should of caught an earlier fucking train.

Fuego.

Hey guys,

Lately I have heard a few guys from the lair have been questioning whether I am infact the 'real deal'. To be honest I really don't give a fuck what most of 'these guys' think but for those of you who are interested in tracking my progress and learning from my methods and success, I have decided to break one of my own rules to provide an interesting field report for those who are interested.

Some of you may have heard me mention my 'two girls at a time rule'. Wherein I decided long ago that any more girls than this at any one time would ultimately be counter-productive to my game because I would struggle to maintain such a large intimate network. I.e. how can I give each of these women the individual time and attention they require and still be able to allow for things such as 'sleep' and 'alone time'.

Well I've decided to fuck that rule off for a few weeks and see how it pans out, thus why I am currently seeing no less than 6 beautiful women with obvious sexual intent.

HB10 – brunette
Body of an exotic dancer face of an angel, fun, playful, cute and girly.
Location: Precint nightclub (Friday night)
Opener used - ‘hey do any of you guys have tattoos?’
Secondary - ‘You girls look like the type that’s all, mischievous’
Frame: ‘The individual stories of each of my tattoos (exaggerated) followed by the hint that I have some private ones I can’t show them’ Number close by ignoring her and talking to her friends, occasional light negging, DHV’s etc.
Summary: N close, seeing Wednesday night.

HB9 – blonde
Very striking, upper class educated but sexy, door girl at numerous prestige Melbourne nightclubs.
Location: Precint nightclub (Friday night)
Opener used – ‘You know your cute, but you look way too much like my cousin’.
Secondary – ‘Hmm I don’t know what it is.. Yeah wiered’.
Frame - ‘We could never be together’.
Summary: Kino escalation straight away followed by ‘her’ isolating me. K-close with ‘would you like to kiss me?’ the reason I used this line was because she was hotly pursuing me and I didn’t want her to stop thinking she was instigating the pick-up. I’m confident I could have phase-shifted then f-closed but I was in between houses and I had to wake up early the next morning and get moving. She is currently adamantly pursuing me. Have given her an ambiguous answer to when I will see her.

HB9 – Blonde Punkgirl.
Crazy haircut, very cute, petit curvy body, striking eyes, fun personality.
Location: Souvlaki shop
Opener used ‘Woa!’
Secondary – ‘your hair is crazy but I kinda dig it’
Frame: ‘giving her hair an individual personality, ‘am I talking to you or your hair?’
Summary: Fast paced N-close quick compliance tests and kino, teasing. Meeting up with on weekend.

HB8 – Beach brunette
Very cool, very cute, big eyelashes, drinks a lot. I like this one. She’s into conspiracy theories and easy to get a rise out of.
Location: parties, friend of friends.
Opener used: NA
Secondary: NA
Frame: No game with this one, I was very open with her, made a big point of listening to her. Actually experimented with a bit of light NLP in this instance, not sure if it contributed to the end result or not.
Summary: K close, one date on Monday. Meet-up on Thursday ‘to watch a movie’.

HB8- Argentina brunette
Great body (massage therapist/personal trainer), pretty face, frankston girl, not very bright, loves to fuck.
Location: parties, friend of friends.
Opener used: NA
Secondary: NA
Frame: Helix method applied on this one. Great results.
Summary: F close, she is actively pursuing, I’m using the ‘debt of a massage’ for easy compliance, this is a bit risky as it might affect my escalation success with HB8 Beach Brunette if she finds out.

HB8- Italian brunette
Great body, pretty retail girl, old acquaintance turned new romantic interest.
Location: Chapel street
Opener used: NA
Secondary: NA
Frame: Cocky funny, playful.
Summary: First date went well, but she had to leave early and so did I. Was supposed to meet up with her for second Sunday night but bad reception in my house caused me to receive her msg’s late so I inadvertently flaked on her. Seeing her tonight for dinner and movie then sexytime.

These are the women I have chosen to continue a relationship with. I have chosen them for their individual uniqueness and diverse backgrounds. i.e. they all pique my interest.

Fuego.

Lol cheers man.

Yeah that was great on Sunday night, lol most effortless game ever!

quotes from Qbar:
'I don't think you guys are cool enough to hang around with us anymore'.

'we only hang out with beautiful people (look up and down) hmm... Yeah I guess you make the benchmark, lucky you'.

'Sorry that seat is reserved for my left foot'.

'I hope you realise we are a package deal, you'd better start entertaining my mate or we are going to have to ask you to leave'

HB9 'Hi I'm Lisa'
Me 'Hold my beer Lisa'

+

Just received a msg from pre new years girl HB9 HC who wen't to Japan and is now back in the country and keen for some more Fuego action. Prior to New years I was seeing HB9 Lorne and HB9 HC. I dropped HB9 Lorne because she was high maintenance but HB9 HC is pretty cool and into film and since I have made a committment to not restrict my numbers I guess I'm bringing it to a grand total of 7.

HB9 HC
Minxy, copper hair, gorgeous eyes, great body COTT (Chilled out Travelling Type)
Location: House party Brunswick
Opener used – Don't remember
Secondary – Don't remember
Frame - ‘Similar interests (Film). DHV as fun guy'.
Summary: Casual sex before she wen't away, whilst in Japan occasional flirty msg's, now she is back hopefully she has the same expectations prior to her departure.

Fuego.

Lol! so I'm starting to remember why I had my '2 girls at a time rule in the first place'. I'm finding now instead of making one or two phone calls I spent my entire 45 minute trip home calling each and every one of these girls consecutively THAT and, I double booked one night by mistake! So I wen't into recovery mode on that one.

Didn't go badly though, I told her that she didn't msg me back quick enough so I made other plans (left out that it was with HB8 Italian). It must have come across as a DHV because HB9 HC was quick to secure a place in my Friday night pushing for a one on one but I'd rather take her somewhere with my mates (girls like this need to be shown off)

HB10 Brunette has gone home to see her family for a week, so I'm putting that one on hold temporarily.

HB9 blonde has been sending me lots of msg's on facebook (With SOI's which I can't answer on my ps3) sent her an sms yesterday which she hasn't replied too. She either hasn't checked her phone or is beginning to get tired of doing all the chasing. I might have to start returning her SOI's or risk her losing interest.

HB9 Punkgirl, have been playing phone tiggy with this one. The reception is terrible in my new house, I sent her my home number today to make things easier.

HB8 – Beach brunette, coming around thursday night with movies to watch in my room (for those of you who don't know that is a girls way of wanting to have sex with you without saying I'm coming around for sex. Mind that. Some women are that forward but generally not ones of qaulity)

HB8- Argentina brunette, still keen. I will call her in the event of a cancellation and keep making loose committments to another encounter in the meantime.

Fuego

I've now slept with 4/7 of the girls i am seeing.

Hit a bit of a hitch with accomodation looks like Portsea is off this weekend and Saturday night is on for gaming.

Saturday night I'm going to arrange an SNL. I'm very into 5/7 I'm seeing at the moment, thinking about dropping two out of the picture to make my life a little simpler. However if some cute little HB9 comes along on Saturday night and rocks my world I might need to re-organise my priorities but hey, that's just the fun of the game

Going to be taking Snake out to Chadstone on Saturday to teach him retail game. This is something I quite enjoy because there are generally lots of unsuspecting women around who are often quite open to being opened and it's quite easy to tell whether they are shopping to pass time or whether they are on a mission + I need to go shopping myself. Game is always easier if you have a relatively legitimate excuse behind every approach.

Real life eg. (Dubrovnik) walking up to some girls at the bar and smiling at them, 'excuse me' reach past them, grab a bunch of straws. Turn around slightly then look back to them 'Want to see something cool?'.
HB's 'What?'
Me 'We're going to attempt to make the worlds longest straw and drink a cocktail through it. You guys look like you could use some entertainment' start moving to walk away 'Well come on then'.

Fuego.

I know it's too much but I'm going to keep doing it.

I am involved with too many women and I am finding it incredibly tiresome. That and for some bizarre reason I feel an insationable urge to continue to expand my already criminal options by procuring new eager phone numbers from the women I'm encountering. Sometimes I look back to the place where I came from to where I am now and I never would have believed that it could all be this easy.

I go out to a movie with my house-mates and there's a cute girl there who I don't know, my clothes aren't ironed, I havn't showered or shaved yet, I have a hangover and I am struggling to put a sentance together. Yet within minutes I know beyond doubt that I could have this woman. I know she's watching me wandering about me and I know how to grow this attraction through such subtle means no-one would have known the better. There aren't many surprises anymore, I know that if I say next to nothing she will find a way to talk to me, I know that when I go and sit down she will find a way to sit next to me, I can't let her know that I know though. She thinks she is being clever and she is hoping I will sate her curiosity with a few generous lines so she can figure me out. I don't give it to her though. So her curiosity takes on a new level. She phrases every question specifically aimed at illiciting a response from me,

'so hows your job going Kurt?'
'good etc.'
'where do you work Kieran?'
etc.

It's the same old dance but I know it well, the less I give the more they wan't. I don't always say the exact right thing but I always say it in exactly the right way. This is something I understand and excel in. It is so finely imprinted in my mind I couldn't stop even if I tried. What I know is unforgettable and why would I ever want to 'forget it'? I teach it to others and then I watch it work for them the same way it works for me and that gives me a lot of satisfaction, i revel in it.

I constantly find myself wandering 'how did I get here? how is it me doing this?' and in the present tense 'How did I go from struggling so hard to get ONE sexual partner to nonchalantly balancing five?' and the answer is very simple.

"for so long... I CHOSE not to."

I refused to take control of my life and leap into the unknown risking personal hurt and anguish for the safety of a very mediocre life. For a long time THAT was my choice and although I felt safe I was never truly happy, the real me wanted so badly to get out but he was trapped by walls of insecurity. Until two years ago I had a conversation with a friend and started reading and I chose to change my life forever. I CHOSE to be the guy that gets the girl and I became that guy. I'm not talking about 'girls' either, I am talking about "THE" girl. The one that I want, not the one I end up with. The first time I was the guy to get 'THE' girl it was fucking euphoria. I felt like a fucking King, I felt like I was actually LIVING the way I was supposed to be and THAT is why I decided to become a GREAT PUA and that is what motivated me to become a teacher of GREAT PUA's.

Fuego.

A conversation I had last friday night, 4 set Johhny, Snake I approached. I thought it was interesting enough to share with you guys. It's from memory but it is fairly accurate to my knowledge.

HB: What's your name?
Me: I'm sorry I can't hear you.
HB: I said what's your name?
Me: Huh? I can't hear you. Come sit over here.

HB comes and sits across from me.

HB: There! can you hear me now?
Me: Loud and clear.
HB: So what's your name?
Me: Yeah yeah, I heard you the first time you were practically shouting it across the table. My names Kieran.
HB: lol if you hear me why did you ask me to move?
Me: Because you wanted to move, I just gave you an excuse to do it.
HB: Did I now?
Me: Are you saying you didn't?
HB: Maybe.
Me: Well now that we're talking it's my turn to ask you a question.
HB: Sure go ahead.
Me: How old were you when you lost your virginity?
HB: What!?
Me: How - old - were - you - when - you - lost - your - virginity?
HB: That's a really personal question to ask.
Me: I'm a personal person.
HB: Whatever happened to how was your day?
Me: Gee I bet you've never heard that before. Don't you ever get sick of going through the same boring generic conversations everytime you go out? I know I do.
HB: Well yeah I guess so. You could have asked me something better than that though.
Me: Like what?
HB: I don't know, just not that.
Me: Well would you rather be bored?
etc.

This conversation carried on until I chose to leave to leave the set on the premise of returning. Even though we left soon after and I never wen't back to that girl I gaurantee next time I see her she will remember me and because I kept a strong frame throughout the whole conversation I have no doubt I can pull her the next time I see her

Fuego.

Friday night.

The party.

As some of you guys know I chucked what was supposed to be a modest house-warming party, which turned into a big frat style party with people dropping in sober and leaving wasted all night and an abundance of sexy women.

For me personally the night started out well, I was drinking the house punch chatting away planning my game strategy and getting rather tipsy when Bond showed up with a joint. Now last time I had some of this man's weed I wen't out feeling great and pulled the hottest girls at Precint with minimal effort but the second time around Bond's weed demolished me. As soon as I finished my second toke I could feel my brain caving in inside my skull and as I walked back into the party and saw a fresh group of girls rock up ready to introduce themselves to me I knew it would take all my conscious effort to maintain some form of composure.

Luckily I formulated a quick plan, I would limit myself to as few words as possible without being rude to avoid coming across as being completely wasted and I would try to only talk to people I knew well whilst continuing to drink and waiting for the weed to wear off a bit. I did this for awhile and then I actually remember a point where I walked past Zelic having a three way kiss with three girls and I suddenly sobered up and looked around and thought 'what the fuck am I doing?' I've been so busy trying not to look completely stoned I havn't even made a play for one girl tonight. I decide to get PUA shit together and go find myself some girl-fun for the night.

I grab a beer and go outside, this cute safeway HB8 is chatting close to one of my mates. I was gaming her a bit before I got stoned and as soon as I came outside she got up from next to him and started flirting with me again. I considered it momentarily then saw the dejected look on my mates face and decided I couldn't do it to him. I wen't back inside and took another look around then I saw them, an HB8.5 blonde and HB8 brunette I number closed at 'nevermind bar' the friday before but had to leave early because my mate got booted.

I wen't outside and wen't straight up to her and her friend, they had obviously been pining for my attention so far in the night but I had been to busy/stoned to give it to them so when I wen't up again they were totally keen. I was keener on the blonde one so naturally I gave her brunette friend more attention, I had a feeling the blonde would make me work for it but she was a bombshell so I didn't mind. I made sure I left them a few times to get drinks talk to other people etc and kept up eye game. Then Paul and Steph came out, they saw the brunette they hadn't seen earlier and got onto it right away. Sensing that I wanted her isolated so I could work on the blonde.

When I was leaving her, calling her over to where I was, coming back to her etc. I was trying to make her feel like she was chasing after me, so when I came back to her and started real kino escalation I was making her feel like she had 'got me' and if she followed along with my frame then I wasn't going to leave her again to talk to someone else. When I kissed her I made it short and sweet then gave her half my attention whilst running my hand down her back then carressing her toned ass feeling her g-banger (this girl had an amazing body). I turn to her and twirl her, then I put my hands around her and kiss her deeply caressing my tongue with hers. 'Come on

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