So natural in my way last night I was akin to a fierce Bangal tiger roaming stealthily around a dense jungle and through the leafy vine coated hallways of some abandoned far off Bangladeshi palace.

I started my night with ice cold Bombay sapphire mixed with Big Red soda on the rocks. (12 fluid ounces of heaven ) I felt smooth, relaxed and deadly. My inner game had been boosted by a few sweet interactions this week. Firstly I got the nod from the corporate world and signed on the dotted line, enlisting as an account executive for one of the worlds largest online brokers. There was that foxy fit girl that noticed me punishing the boxing bag in the gym then gave me her number after a cute introduction in the sauna later on. Above all I’ve been engaging and intenerating with every attractive woman I’ve seen. I received a call the other day from a 10+ blonde Emirates trolley dolly who I’d met recently through friends. I’d facebook closed her weeks back and now she is chasing me for a mid day vino rendezvous. The hostess is well educated, wealthy, has a ridiculous body and I can’t wait to investigate what seems to me to be an adventurous and dynamic personality. To have a girl like that pursuing you after very little effort is a massive ego boost. I’m looking forward to playing the cocky thought provoking wanker when we do meet up…. So lately I’ve been working out, feeling fly and my leads in this strange wilderness are growing in strength.

The objective tonight was to get map the Pyrmont night scene, sharpen skill, run natural method and calibrate for what will surely be an epic sarging weekend with the pua and close friend “Rockstar” and his band in Adelaide City next weekend.

A bar across the street from my apartment building called Oscars was first on the itinerary. It’s the sort of funky after work venue where only depraved and desperate remain on a Friday at 10pm. I cased the joint and had a short dialogue with the Mike the steroid enhanced bartender ”Mike I can’t operate here, there’s simply nothing for me at this juncture”

Next was a bar on main street called The Harlequin. Much of the same crowd I’d experienced at Oscars. Small groups of unattractive swans supporters. I struck up a dart outside and spotted a large breasted target in a group of AFC punks. I kicked back and observed but didn’t approach. I saw her boredom grow and with a batting of the eyelash and a body rock out the moment passed for the drooling AFC set and any approach of my own.

I bailed and continued up main steet, what was obvious to me by the time 11:00pm hit was that Pyrmont as a suburb is very much in it’s infancy. Littered with aged pubs, small café’s and a flurry of yuppi Sydney up and comers residing in polished new high risers. The modern footpaths and fancy boutiques on one street completely contradict the heritage homes and relic bars of another, but I guess there in lies it’s charm. A stones throw away from the hustle bustle of the SPAM but yet far from a real pulse of it’s own. What lies in the heart of this harbor side suburb is the star city casino, with it’s bright lights, distinguished VIP’s, limousines and sexy cocktail dresses. Aside from the fantastic nearby Darling Harbor it simply is the only location to pickup quality and chase pots of gold in this corner of the city.

Through the foyer and upstairs I caught the eye of a sweet and sexy hostess. I was walking by when from behind a big reception desk she said “Can I help you at all?”. She had punk rock long dark brown hair, youthful soft features, striking eyelashes and possessed a cuteness similar to Kourtney Kardashian. I turned and locked eyes with this creature, smiled and casually approached. I was relaxed and projected confidence _PLAY_ “I’m looking around for the best bar/club in the casino, whats good, I’m new to sydney? Lashes “‘Well it really depends what music your into, yknow” _PLAY_ “Well… it doesn’t really matter I’m only interested in picking up a girl” Lashes her hott hostess friend shoot me a half shocked look then break out in a fit of hilarity. I follow with “Yeah, that’s just being straightup” They talk excitedly amongst each other for a moment” Lashes is bubbly and full of cute yet juvenile idiosyncrasies. She points a bar across the hallway called 36 and begins to explain it’s potential. It’s hard to tell when the IOI’s started, the conversation flowed smoothly into what I do, where I’m from. As it turns out Lashes is new to Sydney as well so now we have commonality. I remember complimenting her on eyes and asking what company policy is for giving out phone number to guests. I hadn’t intended that as a number close I merely wondered whether the bartender from the sports bar the weekend before last at been breaking corporate etiquette. Brilliantly, Lashes takes out a pen, scribbles down her contacts and hands it to me saying “You know, it’s not allowed but we just have to be discrete” I laugh and tell her that I’ll be in touch “We can hang out and discover the city together” I smile and turn to leave. Lashes “Good luck picking up tonight hehe”

Club 36 was quiet, a few small groups, a single at the bar. Goddamn, after being violated by the bouncer on the door with a metal detector I expected more than this. I charge straight on in unaffected to open the single at the bar. There was no canned material here I just approached and introduced myself. Her guard was strong, I could have used a false time constraint but by the time it was clear she was paying more attention to the bartender than me it was to late. Her conditioned mind had already shut me out, no wity dialogue about her white chocolate cocktail was going to help. My body language was collected and not in her face. I searched for a hook in this wilting approach for a minute longer before observing the arrival of a respectable pair of ladies taking seats at a near by table. I body rocked out without so much as a goodbye or a care and straight onto the next. In the same manner I approached the two set and introduced myself, this time with an FTC “just wanted to quickly come over and introduce myself”. I clunked through a name exchange but swiftly reached the hook point with my target. She wore a little black cocktail dress with a plunging neck line, had short black hair, a rounded face, full pink lips and a sexy smile. I pulled up a seat and positioned my body sideways with my back to the obstacle. Looking back I should have done the opposite as it wav clear her my attention was directed at. The obstacle as it happens was cold and defensive at the out vet then slowly warmed and started investing more as I directed the conversation to her. We spoke for about twenty minutes in which time I’d built a sassy rapport and had my target tell me a funny story. From this I developed a cute name for her “The Bunny Killer”. There was commonality in our mutual interests in the stockmarket and in relocating to Sydney. Something I’d read recently from pua Carlos Xuma prompted me not to ask for her number but rather to take it. I picked up her phone, had her unlock it and called my phone. She knew what I was doing but neither of us verbalized it, besides she was mid story when I did it. We spoke about the city, the people, travel it was another twenty minutes before I decided to bounce. _PLAY_ “Well, I’ll give you some information about trading, I’ve got your number now so…… I’ll call next week. you know, you seem like a fun chick too” Bunny Killer “oh, you too. It was really nice meting you, not many guys can carry a conversation anymore. It’s a rare quality in Sydney” I leaned in and kissed the bunny killer softly on the cheek then bid the two ladies farewell.

It was 11:30pm, I was nearly two hours into my night. I’d approached 3 sets with two number closes, things were looking peachy. As I made my way downstairs to the main gaming floor I blew the 3 day rule out of the water and sent both girls a quick text, garnishing our dialogue with a sweet rendition of why I approached and how I’ll follow up. They were legitimate and direct texts that both provoked a reply within a few minutes.

Ok this FR is dragging on and I can’t be fucked articulating the story from here so I’ll draw my slack ass gat bitches and bring on the bullet points.

There was a group of six gorgeous Lebanese girls that I approached at the sports bar. I sat with them and enjoyed their champagne for twenty minutes before facebook closing the youngest of three sisters. I entertained the group, a lot of laughs but the result felt weak. There was little to no commonality and the IOI’s dried up early in the interaction.

I bailed from casino around 12:00am and hit it up the road to the PBH bar. It was again dead and it’s proving to be a disappointing local. At that point I was considering home, why not? After all I’d finished my navigation and mapping of Pyrmont now and scored two solid numbers.

I changed my mind and hit up a bar called The Docks in Harbourside one of the last bars to stay open this side of the harbor. A mid twenties Korean 2 set loved me but the wedding bands on their hands made for an 800 pound gorilla that couldn’t be disarmed. We had a fun and flirty dialogue going, with my arms around this petite and pretty asian we snapped a few photo’s. I think I propositioned her for a night of discrete and passionate sex but was shut down in between a hail of flirtatious laughter.

The Next bar along the boardwalk… no targets… group of crazy girls down from Brisbane for a girls weekend were the liveliest thing in the room. Non of which were worth persuing. But I practiced some flirting and banter… got a photo and a cheeky feel.

I struck up a dialogue with the DJ Peter who by the end of a short conversation was more captivated by me than a chick who was dancing on his coat tails. Good social proof for next time…… “Yo DJ. Wassup”

1:00am On the walk home I checked my messages, already been hit up again by bunny killer and lashes. Theory on waiting 3 days is complete bullshit. I hinted to lashes to come over to my place but added a disclaimer and easy out by saying “But that mioght be a bit too forward”. She didn’t but a shot at instant sexual gratification seemed a valid move at that moment in time.

On Sunday I did some administration work and called all the girls I’ve mentioned above, dropped a funny DHV story about something that happened to me that morning out to breakfast in Darling Harbour. Just to keep the memory of me fresh and provoke excitement about meeting up again. Lashes came up to the apartment after work later Sunday night. We hung out for a few hours, she wasn’t drinking and couldn’t vtay long. I escalated and we made out on the couch for a while. I like lashes, she is switched on for a 19 year old. I think there is some potential here.

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