2nd of August 2010

Foreseeing no contact from Grayfox this evening I've decided to take quick look on the LSS. Maybe someone's hangin' around the West End. Collecting the proper set of wings takes a lot of time and energy. You have go through many, many people.


Hungarian Strippa'

I start the Game still in the tube. Changing my service in Tottenham Court Road so there's an opportunity to check another train. The chick is really dolled up. Black shorties with 7 inch high heels emphasize the long legs and the jacket's drawcord doesn't let me stop watching the wasp waist. For the makeup I'm totally givin' the 10. HB9 looked as she has just left the L. A. Strip Club. The train stops in Charing Cross Station - it's our common stop... and this is the time to approach for the fuck sake!

I walk a lil' bit faster and overtake her. I start talking like I don't even care. I don't slow down, I don't look at her... just keep goin' straight without givin' any emotions. If you would take a look from a side, only my tone and gestures would let you know that I'm talking to her.

First 3 sentences from her pretty face are crucial. You can easily know how open she is and if it is going to be a waste of her and your time. In a blink of an eye I know that if I won't do something special it will be only a nice conversation. You're still a newbie and you're overthinking: "What the hell did he said to this hottie?"... I have script for ya:

You know... I have such a habit. When I'm on my holidays I always take a photo of the hottest girl I meet when I go out. If I would have my camera with me - this would be definitely you today. Do you know why?

And further I keep going with my favorite routine - good taste in shoes indicates good taste in underwear. The chick has been gamed very well. Standing in front of the tube's gate she was just asking to propose her something. Shit happens. Not this time mates...


Irish Duo

Next people from the LSS were a total miss once again. Until now from this social source I've met only one person, which is really suitable for me. Of course, it's not like I like someone or not. I don't judge these people, I don't know them. I judge their Game and first of all the determination. It is the most important thing for me. If you think that I don't give a shit about the rest of the playas - you're wrong. I just get back to the entry point with them - I like 'em or not. Anyway, these 2 members of the LSS turned out to be a couple of total beginners.

We were walking around the central London for more than half an hour. It was quite a good occasion to check out some popular London venues during the Sunday evening. The result was not surprising of course. Usually crowded, loud places today are empty this night. There are no signs of chicks of Essex behind windows of Tiga' Tiga'. After a short, very funny Game with a chick from the front of London's Tiger I have decided to take over the control of our evening. I took the 2 LSS'ers to a venue which I have already field-tested durin' some weekdays. A bar which is only a one crossing from Leicester Square was a very nice surprise. Ratio of 50:50 is rather a rare thing on Sunday in London City.

Boxxer goes to the bar to buy a drink. He asks his other friend what he wants. I hate this moments! All the guys are just standing in front of the bar doin' nothing! Nobody talks with each other, nobody peacocks anybody... just waiting for the drinks. Since always it was an awkward situation for me. In such moments I can feel this big drop of sweat on my forehead which makes me look like a manga. I won't be standing there doin' nothing even a second more. I just turn around and with a dozen of calm and precision open a mixed 3:1 4-set starting conversation with 2 chicks about the drinks. In seconds I've isolated both from the rest of the group and became the supreme dominant. A couple IOI's - from HB5 and HB7 too. While gaming this set for the very first time in my PUA history I've just intuitively felt when the Social Hook Point has been achieved. Without analysing, over-thinking and killing my spontaneous character. Just a warm feeling deep inside my chest told me that from right now the girls are the ones who want me to stay with them. Unfortunately the set turned out to be a total waste of my valuable 20 minutes. Two tourists from Ireland go back home tomorrow. As far as it would be just a perfect situation during usual weekend right now the only thing which interests me is a NC. Seconds after feeling this set goin' nowhere I said bye to both chicks and joined my friends. Happily they finally stopped to pissing around and opened a 2-set. For me the quality is out of my scale, but for beginners it's just perfect flesh.

Just a moment later I'm alone once again talking with some 3-set. The time is comin'... I have to catch the last tube...

Her head turns around. My eyesight forces her to look at me... when we lock in an eye contact I wave to her. Slight grimace is enough for me to change the place in this Central Line's train. I sit down next to her and just throw the first sentence. In a response I'm gettin' a blow out. The chick takes her luggage and sits opposite to me keeping the distance. Though she can't stand the situation and I see a little smile on her face which uncovers her real feelings. Obviously, I keep gamin' her.

HB: "I think that you're much younger than I am."
me: "It doesn't matter." - I knock myself in my temple - "You know... guy is as old as much he is experienced. That's the only thing that matters."


New Zealand

After a while I walk down to a pillar with a bus's timetables. I don't even think anymore... I just ask HB7 if she knows where the hell are the timetables? Sweet smile, dark, slightly sparking eyes from the very beginning let me know that the chick is in my type. The chat goes very interesting... so naturally I can't even remember it... only some scraps.

me: "You give a lot of attention to your nails."
HB: "No I don't... it's dark so you can't see how dirty they are."
me: "You know... in my company all the girls wear the company's colour on their nails." - keepin' saying that I take out my wallet with logo of my employer and eye-catching picture of holidays. Ha! Maybe I am an IT specialist but I do work in a tourism industry.
me: "That's interesting accent. Where can I acquire one of those?"
HB: "New Zealand..."

Gettin' in the bus was a very good break in the chat and a decent moment to test the chick as well. I go slightly faster than she does and sit down leaving one place free next to me. The chick just stops and sits down where I wanted her... she takes out her phone.

me: "Look... it's destiny..." - I say that while taking out my old, worn out Nokia... the same crap as she holds in her hand.

After leaving the bus I check what was her name. It's not hard. In my contact list the new entry "Ellie" is just shining.