It was back on 16th September 2007, how do I know this?
I know this because I have every detail of every girl Ive slept with. Her colour eyes, hair. Where we met. What I first said. Who approached who. Was she interested initially, or I went in cold. How long it took for me to sleep with her. ‘1*’ meant same night-there are quite a few of those. 1 meant we met before but that was our first official ‘date’-there are also quite a few of those. I keep details of what country their from (apart from England, Sweden leads then joint Ireland and Poland). I have their names (apart from 4, who I never knew) their ages, and difference in our ages. I have rated looks and body and sexiness, and personality.I rated how good they were in bed. If they went down on me, whether I went down on her. How much I drank. How many times we had intercourse. Whether she was a mum, virgin, celebrity. Whether I gave her anal sex, whether I took photos, threesome, whether she masturbated in front of me and came. And generally how the first moments of meeting happened. How I got to hook point, and how I created attraction.
You see, from the age of 14, I was fascinated with women, and started studying about them. From what they liked, from their fantasies to whether they actually masturbate and have an orgasm – surely women don’t do that? I genuinely thought they didn’t.
I never knew they had such complex fantasies that we buried deep within them only to bet set off by trigger words and suggestions, and creative and descriptive storytelling, over the phone – or whispering to them in their ear.
I wrote everything down for, so far, for 16 years. I was 17 ½ when I lost my virginity, to a Polish goddess – but made notes and studied interactions with me and women from a few years before that. I wanted to know what they found attractive about men and how I could sleep with them and get them hooked on me.
I have the details of everything, well, nearly everything. There are gaps here and there, although enough for me to learn a great deal.

So back to 16th September 2007. Fresh from studying some material on gaming. Opening to be specific.
I was at Earls court waiting for the tube back to Wimbledon when a blond blue eyed Australian, smiley girl comes up to me, “whens the next train to Fulham Broadway?” she asks.
I pause and look at her with no reaction, “youre getting my train, youre coming with me” I say, the train immediately turns up. I gently grab her shoulders spin her 180’ to face the train, and I slowly push her to the doors “lets go”. I told her.
We sat next to each other and I thought, I have absolutely no idea what to say to her. So I tried an opener, which was actually true. “Do you know why I was at the end of the platform?” I asked.
“Why?”
“I was listening to Celine Dion ‘power of love’ – I know what youre thinking – but it means a lot to me. My girlfriend at the time sang it to me at karaoke – not particularly romantic, but she silenced the bar, and sang directly to me – she melted me. So, to me that song is significant. Any way, Im listening to Celine, when for some reason, maybe I turned my body and caught the headphone wire, but the headphones came out and Celine was blaring this soppy song out for the platform to hear.”
Blondie smiled.
“The platform went silent and all looked at me trying to find the hole to put the headphone plug back in. There was giggling and I slinked off to the end of the platform where no one could see me…then you turned up.”
Blondie smiled again.At this point we were at one stop before Fulham Broadway.
“What are you doing now?”she asks. (Job done)
“Youre going to buy me a drink in Fulham, somewhere decent, and youre going to tell me about an embarrassing moment of your life”.
Silence.
“Ok…”Blondie smiles.
(5 minutes to ask me back to hers)

Story 2. 1 month later.
Im walking home from a club and walk alongside a girl who was walking in my direction,next to a park – a bar maid from Kingston. We’re walking along side a few football pitches and I open with:
“How do you silence a whole bus?”
“I don’t know?”
I proceed to tell her of the story of me listening to Celine Dion ‘power of love’ again, this time it wasn’t true, it hadn’t happened to me just now on the bus, but it had happened to me a month previously on the tube – I don’t like to lie – although I found myself justifying my actions by thinking ‘I wonder if this’ll work’.
Barmaid laughed.
She told me she had finished work, and I told her of my fun evening.
In this time we had only been speaking for 2 minutes – the time it took to walk a length of a football pitch. Then our paths split.
“Where do you live?” I ask.
“Just there..where do you live?” (Game on)
“Im not ready to go to bed yet, do you have any decent drinks at yours? Champagne or something?” I say, walking in her houses direction.
“No but Ive got some vodka”.
(2 minutes to ask me back to hers)

Story 3: (2003)
Outside a chippy 3am (classy) in Kingston. I make eye contact with a girl outside.
Antony to chip-munching summer dress girl:”Im not going to kiss you with with garlic breath…have some chewing gum…”
Summer girl stops eating. Thinks. Finishes her mouthful.
“What are you up to now?” she asks (Close)
“You’re taking me back to yours for a party”.
(30 seconds to ask me back to hers)

Story 4: (2001)
18 year old on bus looks at me as we both get off. She smiles and says hello (that’s all I need).
She gets off and I say:
“Im off to a mates house for a while, you should come too. He lives just over there.”
“Ok”
(15 seconds since first contact, she follows me wherever I want to go – although admittedly we went to my mates house, THEN to my house to get naked – however, I would assume she would have got naked for me in my mates house if I wanted her to)

Obviously all were quick fcloses. That’s not the point of the story, the point is that it can happen anytime, anywhere, and very very quickly. Girls love being swept off their feet, in a spontaneous whirlwind of opportunity. Create this sensation, and they can justify their actions by saying ‘oh, it just happened…’ or ‘I was taken away by the moment’.

So what was going on:I was showing intent, leadership,I was decisive, I knew what I wanted, I injected humour, I showed a vulnerable side-risking humiliation with the Celine Dion story-the fact that I was actually listening to her, I was physically leading, dominant, composed, I expected it to go somewhere.

There are more, and I will be going through them in time...I think these 4 were the quickest - nope Ive just remembered there are a couple more quicker ones...Ill keep you posted.

(5 minutes to ask me back to hers)