To make a long story short, I met my ex last year in Scotland; I'm a PhD student there and she was an exchange student from North Carolina. She broke up with me over summer due to the distance, but when I went to see her after, we got back together. Then I got needy and smothered her because my Grandmother died (who I was/am really attached to, probably more so than my mum), which caused her to ditch me again. She is currently on exchange in Finland, and I'm visiting her with a common friend now. My goal is to make her interested in me again, as I may be going to NC next year on an exchange. I don't want her as a GF, I want her as a girl who I can hook up with at a later point and maybe be together with her then.

Over the past few weeks I've read PUA material, gamed a bit (which has been very successful, though no kiss-close yet, but simply because I was trying to practice openers and conversation). Over Facebook I've gradually negged/been tougher on her, which has made things a bit better. Last weekend I was in Valencia for Fallas (a regional festival) where I managed to effectively gather girls around me without even speaking the same language (60 Years of Challenge's microescalations ftw), and I got a nice wee tan.

I'm currently sitting in my hotel room waiting for my pal to her after having some food with my ex and one of her female friends. I negged her a bit, which she hasn't taken to too well. I have not noticed a single IOI yet, but we're going to pre-game and go out to a student party where she wants to get trashed. My plan is to hit on the hottest girls and bring them over to my ex and her friends, so I raise my social value and then take it from there using a mix of negs, dhv's and making her jump through hoops. While writing to this I'm listening to 80's hair metal to get me in the mood.

It may sounds hopeless and dumb, but I'm actually sort of over her; Spain, sun, alcohol and girls do that to you. I'm not very desperate either - the woman's put on a little weight, which has lowered her from a 7.5 to a 7 (she's not fat).

I'm going to update this every day, so if anyone has any tips please let me know!

Recap from last night...

I took the bus out to her place where she kept getting pissy over the phone while explaining the way, so I kept hanging up on her. Not sure if that was a very mature or good thing, but when she met me she was laughing. We went to her friends' place for some pre-gaming, where I quickly instated myself as AMOG and chatted to everyone, but the girl (let's call her Caroline as she's from NC) avoided me. I picked up IOI from her towards some other guy, and later when we went to the club she was sending IOI's like crazy to some Dutch peacock. My mood turned sour after a while, as the girl I'd come to visit simply wasn't talking to me, and her friend (also from NC) eventually pulled a guy, leaving me waiting for a pal and with nobody to talk to, as the girls I'd been chatting up had left. Eventually he turned up and I told Caroline I was sick and tired of her acting like a bitch and asked her why she even invited me over. She got pissed off, shouted at me a bit, and I went back to the hotel.

Today I woke up to a message on my phone, with her saying she's sorry, though she blamed me a bit too, so I text back that I accepted her apology. I then continued with some negs and being cocky funny. We're going out for lunch in a bit (My Swedish pal, Caroline and her friend).

Yesterday we went to two museums, a modern art and a crafts one; she went home and me and Swedish had dinner and went out and met her for pre-gaming, followed by a block party, where I sarged two Romanian nurse students, about 5 and a 6.5. It went quite well, both were touching me loads, but I still couldn't seem to elicit a jealous response from my ex. Today we're gonna pre-game at my hotel, followed by a bar and a club and an afterparty.

Hey Baron,

Ok I'm new to the game scene and I will happily admit that. However from what I've learnt so far is that you can't show anger/resentment or any negativity whatsoever around your target as that is DLV! And probably one of the worst things you can do to yourself/your game.


Not as sure about this part but: I've heard that every girl has an interest level (measured by a percentage) and once it drops below 50% you're out the door. There is no raising it. It seems to me like you may have reached this point mate. I'd just forget about her and sarge someone more worthy of your attention/efforts.

Have fun on your time away by sarging some foreigners and stop worrying about what your ex thinks!

I hope that was helpful and not offensive as I'm only trying to help

Aye, Raintone, I agree! I kind of got freeze-out confused with being in a bad mood due to bad inner game. Interesting point about the 50%, and I think it's true! It wasn't offensive at all, rather quite helpful! Maybe someone has been able to get it from below 50% and up again here?

Anyway, updates!

Day 2
After the museums and stuff, me and Swedish met up at her flat. She was giving Swedish IOI's, but I know for a fact it's because they're really good friends and she did it even when she was going out with me. Regardless, it did irk me. Anyway, we sat in her room pre-gaming for a while and then went to a block party, where we met a friend of hers and I sarged two Romanian nurse students. Due to lighting and beer goggles, I couldn't really tell how good looking they were. Pictures checked day after say HB 5 and 6. Anyway, it wasn't a great party and we all went back to our separate places.

Day 3
We met up at our hotel for pre-gaming, Caroline, Swedish and three of Caroline's friends. Where I accidentally called her fat. My neg failed completely as I couldn't make it funny, though she has put on weight. She didn't take it well. We then went to a club where we started dancing, but I decided for some reason to go sarging. I quickly found a HB9 and a HB6, where I approached the HB6 with an opinion opener. After a while the HB9 joined in, and I talked to her for a while, but forgot to reward her with IOI's and she eventually left. Damnit. Anyway, by this time my friends were about to leave. We went back to ours for an after party, which consisted of us skyping Caroline's old SPAM (a good friend of ours) in Indiana and being dumb on Facebook. I gave my ex my pillow and a blanket when she wanted to fall asleep in a chair, though I told her we could share my bed. I later tried lifting her into my bed under the pretence she'd be more comfortable as I was drunk and heartbroken I had failed for now.

During the whole time I was there, she would keep looking away when I was talking to her and she complained about her personal space when we were in a buffet and I leaned in close so I could get a spoon. I thought I had comfort built up, but I clearly didn't!

Regardless, she's going to Amsterdam in a month with a friend so she can smoke weed. I happen to know a guy in the Hague (which isn't far away) who can get us good weed. I've never done drugs in my life though, and I'm unsure as to whether I should ask if I could come along, and how.

Lessons
Don't get drunk.
Work on my inner game, I need to be happier. Throughout the whole trip I often tried being cool or freezing them when I should've just been happy!
I shouldn't have sarged all the time, I should have been more around them to create comfort.

What went well.
I have improved relations between me and my ex, though things have been tough due to the fact they had deteriorated far more than I initially thought! She also displayed very little interest in me (none actually). I need to create attraction and comfort again.

Anyway, had a chat with my ex on Facebook and I'm definitely not going to Holland. I reckon it's better if I stay away and just seem nice for a while to rebuild some comfort.

I went out on Wednesday night with a few pals. Pre-gamed at mine and we went to a bar where I knew literally all the hot girls, but there were a few HB6.5's in a group which I tried sarging, but I failed to create attraction. I also forgot to use a false time constraint, and the girls were leaving as we arrived as we were quite late.

We then went to a club where there was maybe a single HB6.5. Anyway, I met up with a friend of mine, an HB4 and an HB6.5. Me and a friend were handcuffed to each other as we were so bloody bored in the club so we became the centre of the place. We eventually got the girls to come out so we could smoke (I smoke Cuban cigars exclusively) and they said okay if they got a drink, which was fine as the drinks are a pound. So out we go and some Dutch-Turkish guy decides to pick a fight with me and my pal, still handcuffed to each other. As I'm kinda ballsy and there were girls present, and I refused to back down even if I'd probably gotten my arse kicked, this is a wee excerpt from the conversation.

Turk - You guys look f*cking gay!
Baron Montebello - That's pretty funny coming from a guy in a pink-striped shirt!
Turk - F*ck off, it's maroon!
Baron Montebello - Spoken like a true arse bandit!

We later displayed our impressive knowledge of Turkish past and current affairs, so he eventually fucking loved us. It was weird as.

We head inside, a few shots and drinks, and the HB4.5 tries kissing me and I tell her she's not good for me and it's a bad idea, which really doesn't make her stop trying. I know she's a cock tease, and shooting her down is very satisfying. My pal kisses the HB6.5, and we continue dancing for a while. We then head to mine for an after party where two pals join us (where one proudly proclaimed he'd pulled a fat chick so the other guy could be alone with a girl with big tits). No longer handcuffed, my pal starts discussing politics, religion and gender equality with the HB4.5 and I start dancing around to Jerry Lee Lewis with the HB6.5. She owns a dachshund, same as me, and I start showing her pictures of my lovely dog, which creates comfort and good emotions. I then get her over to my room with "let me show you my tartan" - I'm Scottish.

Kiss-close, cuddling a bit and moving further, with the political debate flaring in the background. Then my pal comes out with this belter -

Finnish - Women are like monkeys, you can train them to do jobs almost as well as men!

HB6.5 lying in my bed goes from docile cuddler to raging bull in seconds, storming out of the room to kill aforementioned Finn. The girls leave, but I get the HB6.5's number.

03/04/11 Update

Just back from the gym, where I was doing arms. FYI, I'm fairly ripped. It's Sunday, so it was fairly empty and I couldn't see any HB7+, so I went downstairs to the weights room. I went upstairs to the cardio suite later where I saw an HB8 on a crosstrainer. I continued with my work-out until I saw she was leaving, when I approached her.

BM - Hey, I saw you on the crosstrainer and I was wondering if it does much for your tricep?
HB8 - No, it just works your legs really, while going easy on the knees. The arms are just for losing weight.
BM - Really? I don't think it's for me then, as I'm training for some crosscountry skiing in Norway in 3 or 4 weeks, and I need to improve my triceps [Flexes triceps while wearing a tanktop].

Some more chat where she says she's from the Ukraine, studying Global something management, and we were apparently at the same International Party on Wednesday. She asks me for my name, I Facebook-close her. Quite happy with the effort, she's got a fantastic body (HB10 in my personal taste, no fat, small and well shaped, with a cute HB7 face).

Not been much updating as my PhD supervisor's been on my ass about trying to get me to work, and my wingman's been out of town. Met the HB6.5 and her friend from the 1st of April update last night. Not much to tell, but sitting at a table with them and a few of their friends I managed to make everyone pay attention to what I was saying through a mix of being cocky, body language, confidence and fun. A friend of mine tried wrapping his arm round her while sitting next to her, but he wasn't getting that many IOI's, so I think he'd need a much tighter game. It was quite fun to watch her pay attention to me while he was obviously trying really hard.

BM - So, I guess it wasn't your belt?
6.5 - Hahha, no!
BM - Well, there were three girls there earlier, it's probably one of theirs!
6.5 - Hhaha, you sound so bad!
BM - I didn't have sex with them, you know! It's just the truth, we were pre-gaming! But just wait, it'll get worse! 4.5, when am I gonna get my handcuff keys back?

Essentially, I continued with funny stories and controlled the frame pretty well. We went to a club, which was literally dead. There was about 10 people aside from us, so I left. This is due to our universities' Easter break ends this week, so most people are out of town.

Lessons
Well, not much actually went wrong, I just simply didn't stay long enough to game her properly, as we were quite far apart at the table. I shouldn't have denied having sex with those girls though.

What went well
Frame control, but most importantly, inner game.

This is essentially three field reports;

Friday night
I went out to a decent bar with my brother. He opened up a set (HB6 and HB0), but we moved on, even if he probably could've gotten places. They were sitting by a table with benches around, and it went something like this.

Kjell - [Makes scoot over motions]
HB6 - [Looks at Kjell disdainfully]
Kjell - So you're the nice one!

And we were in the set!

Next one I used an opinion opener, but we stalled and Kjell was trying direct game at the same time and didn't quite work. We eventually ended up in a bad mood and left.

Then an International Night.
I was happy, my favourite wing man was out with me and I knew loads of people in the bar. Loads of Social Proofing with people come up to me and enthusiastically greeting me. One of my female Danish friends had a HB8.5 visiting, which both me and my wing went for, but I eventually got her alone and I really should have kissed her, but the HB6.5 from last time was there too and she distracted me. I started dancing swing and line-dance (in a very non-serious manner) as she's from the South, we kissed and decided to go get another drink. On the way to the bar, the HB4 said she was going home, and the HB6.5 went with her. I went back to the Danish girl, but window was shut and I left.

Essentially, my wingman had found a Swedish HB7 and wasn't interested in taking care of the HB4. Some sort of rota system may required.

Out with a pal in Oslo.
We were just relaxing with a few good beers when a friend of his, an HB7 with fantastic fake tits turned up with her boyfriend. She had some serious discussion with my pal and I talked about football with her boyfriend. The BF and my pal left to do something and I was alone with the girl whereupon I drunkenly went through the evolution phase shift routine after talking about hair - she is a hairdresser.

BM - Have you noticed how lions always tug each other's hair before mating?
[Tugs her hair]
HB7 - That makes me so horny!

I was just testing it, and had no intention of doing anything, so I left after a while.