Had a trip down to London last weekend so here's what happened...
Skipping past the girl I number closed on the train (HB6), to when I arrived in Richmond. Peacocked up in a bright red devil top with sparkly shit on it (that cost), white shirt (open) oversized aviators, messy surfer hair, bangles up to the elbow on both arms, and my lucky card belt.
Set off to a bar where a band was playing, where on the way I had an idea for social value (since I'm not local to the area). I was the only bloke dancing which soon attracted women my way. I used the oversized aviators, placing them on random fitties heads, wearing theirs etc. just to raise attention.
The band paused for a break by this point. My mate (None PUA – but I’m recruiting) saw a good HB8, I didn't really spot any (I was on my way to dunkdom) so my target was to wing for my friend. The band started up again, back to the usual dancing etc.
Band finished - I bought them drinks and had a chat, raising my social rating.
There were no seats in the place so we used that as an excuse to sit with the HB8 and friends. I briefly instructed to get the obstacles on side first.
Mate did the arm wrestling I did the bar tricks (bottle, notes, bottle cap, and lighters) and called the band over.
I bought some shots for everyone.
Band shuck hands and left “add us on facebook” etc.
A couple of the girls in the group started feeling my arms and lifting my shirt, pinching my stomach. The “I charge for this shit” and protesting line always works to get everyone involved. Then, while my shirt was over my head, a HB9 brunette with big sexy eyes, showed up to join the group.
I took the piss out her accent and didn’t introduce myself, while the other girls felt me up. She looked pretty ticked and walked out of my line of site. Then she grabbed me and pulled me onto the dance floor. After a couple of minutes I bit her neck to get the she bit back harder, and scratched my back (IOI anyone). I picked her up under my right arm and carried her to a quiet part of the bar.
We made-out, bit, and scratched etc. for the next three or four hours till the bar closed… Then I introduced myself.
Texted and phone, I’m going back down to London in a couple of weeks, she has something kinky planned.
As for my mate he number closed his HB8.
Lesson: social rating is extremely important; make the best of a situation to raise your profile. Play it right and you don’t have todo fuck all. Initially I though it was a rounding off to a fools mate. But by the time I get there with her you’re looking at the textbook 4-7hours.
Second night I used the standard mystery to pick-up a HB8 and number close a HB7 barmaid.
Got a house party for a HB9s 21st with very Very nice dancer mate on Fri
Wish me luck.
Anyone up for sarging northwest of UK message me
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