Wow. this weekend was incredibly interesting to say the least.
Friday daytime....im walking to university, thinking about initating some street game with the hotties walking the same way in such beautiful weather (the inspiration for such is watching a fellow trainee doing face to face approaches with people walking in opposite directions), im a little late for class so i start to hurry.....but across the road i see....i see...what looks like 3 korean girls from behind. i jog across.....to get close to hear their speaking. they are walking the same direction as me......in order of attractiveness... i would give them a 6,7,8. (It turns out they were Korean) its great to find an 8. id take the 7 too. so i do the old walk past, quickly turnaround and employ the white guys speaking korean manouvre. hook line and sinker. never fails really. number closed all 3 and went to class with a sort of smile. because its so easy to do, in england as one of only 2 decent level white korean speaking males i know, its very easy, and when they see my face after hearing me, they are undoubtedly gobsmacked. i guess i didnt really feel that good about it. almost disappointed at the ease of it. i hope as my game improves, when im approaching hotter english girls i wont have the same disappointment at the easiness of the number closing. it seems some great pua's eventually fall foul with the ease of closing, and sometimes claim to lose their true identity. but thats a deeper discussion for another time.
that night was very interesting. went out with my 2 close friends, polished off a bottle of russian standard vodka and 2 bottles of jacques between us, and went to a bar. its was fairly dull and loud and i ended up chatting to my friend who we went to see for his bday. 1 of the originals i came out with had to go home due to alcohol abuse, and me and my friend went upstairs to the union night out to mack. the huge problem with said maccin' was that he knows fucking everyone. i mean everyone. it was ridiculous. i mean its great to show social proof by knowing 10-12 people in the room....but knowing 1/3 is dumb. all the girls i was gamin knew him, and it became an impossibility.
the most interesting factor of the night however, was talking to a group of white english sheffield uni 7's. now i must admit this university is great, it is top 100 in the world rankings by 3 or four different organisations, yet its not top ten. but some of the girls that go here believe themselves to be incredible. its not oxford. Anyway i was talking to this group of girls, and i must have said something to annoy one, maybe an over neg. because she was very bitter. a 7/10 blonde. she basically said along the lines of "why you talking to me, you're not good enough for me, im too good for you, how do you not know this" this was said among the group of girls for all to hear. I was dumbfounded. Im at a point where rejection isnt that bad anymore for me, but when its this strong and open, it does have a profound effect. this is where real inner game comes from guys. you cant buy this stuff and it takes years to develop. i wanted to say something along the lines of "listen darling, im at ur university too, but unlike you i already have a high grade BA at said university, plus i speak a second language and im a professional breakdancer, you are the one who is truly not good enough for me." (i realise now these 3 points are part of my staple which gives me strong inner confidence). But rather than getting angry at her and showing her any cards i have. i simply didnt. there could have been all manner of horrible things i could have said to her, but i let it fly. i thanked her for her being her wonderful self and moved on .
then came the next part of the night...awesome. its a maneouvre i call the "kebab shop sweep". its trademarked by me
. i managed to get chatting to a girl while i was ordering a burger, (7.5/10 medical student) she lived near me, so we went back to my apartment "for food" even tho we ate stuff. i cooked us a meal that i cook all the time so i know its a good choice, overboiled potatoes in my drunkenness however, and floated into my room, we ate the meal, kissed, and she nearly put out. i wasnt truly bothered about her putting out to be honest though, its hard to sleep next to someone in a single bed, i had to kick her out at 8am. she only lived around the corner.
Next day, i woke 4 hours later and went inquiring to friends as to whether anyone wanted to go to salsa. turns out no one did. i went alone. it was incredible. every girl was an 8 and there were some absolute stunners. the best thing is the girls constantly rotate, and physical contact is immediate, so i was able to simply use my natural charm. meeting girls in a situation like this is so much easier, no openers needed, in a safe comfortable environment, under the guise a mutual want to learn salsa. (i did actually want to learn salsa) needless to say i picked the finest girl out of all of them got her number, kissed her once on the lips and shes coming over tuesday for "food".
saturday night i just called my fuckbuddy over. she freaked me out a bit when i woke to her staring at me while i was sleeping.....she said i had a pretty face. is that weird? i think its weird. anyway i couldnt kick her out until 2pm...shes so hot.
then i called up the girl from the friday night the same night, reinforced the kissing and stuff, but paying for it now. my lips are sore. all in all a good weekend, 2 or 3 serious potential targets to fully close on this week.
lets hope the night game goes well tomorrow.
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