Yeah, sorry didn't see you, when the venue closed I left with the bird and her mate in a taxi.

I await to hear what you got up to!

Did you end up drunk again even though you started the night out quite late? Go easy on the bevvy mate.

FRIDAY – 30/08/12

Change of pace tonight. Instead of my regular central solo Friday night, I headed out to meet Rebus in Shoreditch.
I get in and text Rebus. Turns out he’s in with a bird at a bar, so he lets me know where to find the other two guys he’s out with. After a 10 minute search for a cashpoint I head out and meet them.
We hit up a new bar and I go grab a beer. As I wait I chat with some Australian bird. Pretty standard shit, just to get me chatty. I head back over, freaky bottle of microbrewery stout in hand, and catch 2 of the guys who are chatting to like 3 girls. Not sure, but it sounds like one of them’s kicking some sort of canned routine. It all holds together pretty well until security moves us out of the way. I try and move them out to keep shit going, but it all falls apart.

Next thing I know there’s a cute little French girl standing in front of me.
‘Hey Tom!’

It takes me a few minutes to recognise her. She’s a French girl from OKCupid I met up with one time back in February and chatted with on facebook for a bit. We had sex before but didn't hang out after, both of us were a bit caught up wit uni stuff.


Not sure what to make of this, but I generally see it as a bad thing as far as pulling goes. Flighty unpredictable girls that are up all night. Sounds good, but doesn’t make for a controllable situation. I hang out for a while with them in the smoking area, check I’ve still got her number, quickly make out with her and head out to meet the other guys.

We meet Rebus at Electricity Showrooms, he’s been cracking on with some girl. He throws me in a set with some girls and I sit and chat with them a bit. I crack on with some blonde german girl and a couple of eastern Europeans.

Then the lights go up.
Bear in mind at this point it’s only 1. I wasn’t expecting that at all. Rebus is in with some girl so I head out with the other 2 guys. I’m a bit pissed off tbh, ususally around 1am I’m still loosening up. We wander round for a bit looking for a new bar, and I text the French girl from before.


Seems like a plan. I say bye to the other guys and run off to the Cornershop. I meet the girl inside there and say hi to her mate. She’s with a girl I hadn’t met before and theres only two of them now. We head inside and get 3 shots, then roam off in search of another club.

Searching around, we don’t really find anything. We stop to see if a homeless guy’s alright, I give him a few quid and set him off on his way to a shelter.

We stop and grab a bottle of wine. As we walk down the street sharing this out we try and figure out what to do. I suggest heading back to mine and chilling there. We do that. Banter and fun all round, I make out a little with the French girl and we grab a few drinks on the way.

We get in, I put French girl on Spotify duty, she puts on new order or something. Me and the two girls sit up on my kitchen counter and drink whiskey, which only one of them likes. French girl heads off to the bathroom for a while and I remember getting into her mate a bit.

CUE A BLACKOUT

I remember nothing until 11am the next day. I wake up feeling fucking awful, to one othe the weirdest scenes I’ve ever seen in my flat. Two condom wrappers are on my side of the bed, one of which is the condom from my wallet. My jeans and underwear are in the living room. There’s a girl’s jacket in the hall, and a girls necklace at the bottom of the bed. There’s broken glass all over the floor. I’m on my own and I don’t remember a fucking thing. I check my phone and it says:

French Girl (5:46am)
Hey, sorry we went home. You were really drunk and broke a glass. You looked like you needed sleep. Hope everything’s fine.

I call her straight away. No reply. Half an hour later, after a bit of worry on my part…


Sigh of relief on my part. It’s been years since I’ve been too drunk to remember what happened , but when I am I generally worry I’ve made a prick of myself. If she’s apologetic herself and willing to hang out though, I guess it can’t have been too bad on my part. I arrange to meet her next sunday, she's in france for the rest of the week. As weird as it is, I cant feel completely comfortable without asking:


Wait….WHAAAAT???
You have got to be fucking kidding. I mean I knew from the state of my bedroom I must have had sex with someone but I wasn’t expecting that for a second. First threesome ever and I’m too drunk to remember it. I’m genuinely more annoyed than happy about this, the fact that that happened and I don’t have any recollection of it just seems like a waste. I’ll be meeting up with the girl again if only to drop the stuff off, so any more details I get I’ll keep you posted on. But hey… doesn't matter had sex.




Exactly.

Brilliant.

'The Hangover UK', starring Stein

I don't get it -- why were they listening to the latest Madonna album in the toilet????

Rebus "GETTING DOWN WITH THE KIDZ"


To the non-Londoners... we have a Shoreditch bar on a street corner called... the Cornershop! Yes! Brimful Of Asha.

Allegedly this sealed the deal. That tramp put a good word in for you with the two girls!


LOL

FRIDAY 06/09/13

Given how bizarre last turned out I decide I should stick to my standard M.O. Solo at my standard bar

I get in, not feeling quite as loose as usual. I chat to some French girls to start off. When I find out their French I bang on about stuff I’ve done in France. One o f the girls goes ‘what’s your point?’, I respond with ‘I’ve got not fucking idea’. I chat with them a bit, but it’s a bit stilted so I just leave it.

On my way to grab a beer I bump into some PUAs who seem to recognise me. I don’t really remember who they are, but I stop and chat for a bit and head off.

On the staircase some drunk guy comes up to me and asks me to start this group of guys by the bar who pissed him off. I tell him to chill out and have fun, and somehow I the middle of this I bump into an American girl. Very cute and seems to like me. I chat with her and grab a drink. Her mates want to head outside, and I’m trying to cut down on smoking so I tell her I’ll see her round.

I end up chatting with some big mixed group. I grab a shot with them and chat with one of the girls about Morrissey. One of them starts calling me Ryan Gosling. It’s a guy though. Gutted.

After that I chat with a group of Spanish girls. I’m chatting to a tall brunette one for a while and we seem to be hitting it off. A friend of hers, this mixed race girl about my height, makes it very clear that she likes me. You know when a girl engineers a situation so her friends leave the two of you alone? Yeah, that. She is actually pretty fit though, so great. We make out a bit then go grab a drink and find her friends. This pretty much looks like I’m sorted for the night, so I spend a while hanging out with her. Foreign people speaking English turn out some weird things. It’s the first time I’ve had a girl in a club use the word ‘handsome’.

All is well and we’re hanging out in the smoking area. Until..I look over my shoulder.

One of my regular girls, actually my number one regular girl, is standing about 10 metres away with her mate giving me a full on ‘fuck you’ stare. Dun dun dunn. I go into instant damage control mode. I walk straight away from the Spanish girl without saying bye and Begin my ‘sorry I’m an arsehole’ shtick.

She seems pretty annoyed, but generally not too bad about it. Her friend on the other hand seems to think I’m a total prick. Luckily, she leaves us alone after a bit and we head back to mine. I’m pretty apologetic about the whole thing even on the way back

Standard thing. One round of drunken night sex, several rounds of morning sex. Then we head out and grab a bacon sandwich. Her mate actually texts her, saying sorry for being a bitch to me. At that point I didn’t even remember she had been. Then I say bye and head home to back my bags and head to Newcastle.

Honestly I’m pretty disappointed that I didn’t end up leaving with the Spanish girl, she was nice and it was going really well. Then again, pulling some other girlright in front of a regular girl’s face is a level of dickheadishness that I’d not be comfortable with. I guess this is the price you pay for always hitting up the same bar on the same night of the week to pull. Meh.

SATURDAY – 14/09/12 FULL CIRCLE


What Made Me Get Into Game


Back in 2009 I was studying at a college in Newcastle before I went to uni. I was generally pretty miserable there, it was unchallenging, boring and generally irritating all round. There was a girl there (let’s call her Kathy) who was pretty into me because I reminded her of the guy from twilight (seriously) and while I don’t remember the specifics properly I can sum it up by saying I got too into it and mucked it up before anything even happened. I remember feeling like a proper bitch, and that was what pushed me into self-improvement stuff and eventually got me into game.


A Week Ago


On September 7th I was heading back to Newcastle for a little while to visit friends, family etc. I posted about this on Facebook and suddenly Kathy messages me, after not having spoken to me in about 3 years:




Unexpected, but great! I actually end up getting pretty excited about this. I’m aware that the whole idea of going back to your home years later once you’re good at game and macking the girl who you got into game because you couldn’t get with is a bit immature. But you know what? Why the fuck not! I’ve actually been a bit numb and bored recently as far as game goes, despite blackout threesomes, a good rotation etc. but this has thrown me right the fuck back to when game was exciting.


The plan is to meet her out on Saturday night, so I end up heading out with an old mate of mine to start off with.


Tonight


This friend of mine is an obnoxious yet pretty funny battle rapper with a reputation for drinking too much and having a troll’s sense of humour. Over the past couple of years he’d been talking up his game quite a bit, saying he does really well. I was really curious to see how his game works. In short it involves the following steps:


1. Get arseholed out of your mind on cheap trebles
2. Head to a nightclub and hit up every girl as obnoxiously as possible


It pretty much seemed to be based on semi ironic arrogance and shamelessness. Fair enough, I can see how that works.


We get to the club and find the longest queue I’ve ever seen. There are a couple of pretty nice girls in front of us who my mate hits up, starting with the smooth as fuck line:




When this doesn't go anywhere he marches right to the front of the line on his own, shoves in and somehow still gets in. I’m not knocking any of this, I think it’s hilarious. However, I don’t really know any of the other people we’re out with so I tell them I’ll meet them later and head off to another bar to go meet Kathy.


I get there and look round this crowded bar for her. I walk straight past her twice, not recognising her, until finally she taps me on the back. She has bleach blonde hair now so I didn’t recognise her. I’d actually tried to keep my excitement down a bit about the whole thing coming up to it by thinking ‘she’s not even that good, she’s no better than any other girl you randomly fuck’ but I’ve got to admit she’s actually really fit. I was actually surprised a girl that fit was into back when I had no game.


I spend the majority of the time in that bar chatting with her mates, all of whom except one I don’t know. I chat with one about awkward dancing, which we’re both awesome at. I also manage to deflect some giant bald aggressive Geordie guys hitting on them, which I get thanks for.


We head outside, and walk down hey get me to do a birthday freestyle for Kathy on the way, and at one point I hear her whispering in her mates ear about how I used to look like the Twilight vampire fella. I jokingly call her out on it and she gets all shy and apologetic.


We get there and my mate texts me telling me he’s on the top floor. Moving a big group of girls round is like herding cats sometimes though so we never make it up in time to catch him. We’re in the smoking area and he eventually texts:




He’s fun to hang out with, but its probs best I didn’t bring a girl I genuinely like around him. He’d never be enough of a dick to hit on her, but he’d def go out of his way to offend her and fuck it up to piss me off.


It ends up just being me and this girl in the smoking area catching up. She’s real open with me, telling me about how she had to drop out of uni and her family and all this other stuff. She turns the conversation to back when we were all at college. I’m actually apologetic about my shit game and being pissed off all the time back then but she goes:


‘Nah don’t be stupid man, everyone was into you’
‘What? I mean I knew you were, but what?’
‘All the girls I knew there proper liked you. I was just the brave one’
‘That’s mad, I had no idea. But how come you never wanted to meet up or anything’
‘Well, I was still off and on seeing my ex lad. I just felt bad about it’



I was fucking shocked by this, but when I thought back to it now it all made sense. This meant that the low point that turned me on to game never even really happened. Sure, maybe my confidence was an issue, but effectively it was all in my head! And not just a bit in my head, COMPLETELY. To a point I could have gotten with ANY girl there if I’d just stopped being so fucking hard on myself and opened my eyes. It instantly made me think of this.





I suddenly feel relaxed. Catharsis. Especially when I started out I carried that shit around like some fucking failure I had to undo, and it was nothing! It wasn’t even there in the first place. Why in the hell have I ever worried about any of this?


We get interrupted before anything happens. It’s her birthday night out so there will obviously be interruptions. I’m pretty content now too, so I chill out. I spend the rest of the night chilling out chatting and dancing with her and her friends.


I’m staying at my mum’s house out in the country in Newcastle, and some of her girl friends are staying round her house that night. A pull isn’t happening logistically. Honestly I don’t even care though. Trying to force a situation where we can fuck seems like guilding the lily, and a total step backward. We do kiss a bit before I head off though, and I tell her to give me a shout when she visits London.


My taxi driver plays deep purple at 11 as we drive down the country roads. I’m not even that drunk, but I sleep like a baby.

FRIDAY - 20/09/13 TRAVELOGISTICS

Went out last Friday, really cant be arsed to write it up, but in the interest of keeping this up I’ll do the first half of the night in bullet points:


• Met new wing, Australian guy
• Got in a deep discussion about feminism with a freakishly tall girl.
• Got a phantom text from an old fuck buddy asking what I’m doing tonight. Good backup for later.
• Formed a 5 person Breaking Bad huddle
• Some random guy buys me a jagerbomb
• Some short dude started saying getting mouthy. Got up in his face and told him to do something. He backed off, but I took a while. All mouth.
• Chatted with some American girl from the south about guns and how she doesn’t like America. Got her number. Lost it.


After all this me and my wing met 2 girls outside, about to head back to their Travelodge to drop off their shoes. I suggest we come along, grab a cheap drink at the Travelodge bar and head to Verve.


On the way Australian guy decides to forgo sense and dignity. He literally swaps shoes with she girl he’s been chatting to and is wandering down the street in tiny high heels. He’s also mega escalating on the girl and it’s not happening. It looks a bit cringe.


My girl’s complaining about her heels so I piggy back her the rest of the way.


We get there. The girls look apprehensive about us coming up, especially my wing’s girl. Tbh I wasn’t expecting to, I want to go out and have a couple more drinks anyway, so I say we’ll meet them down here.


My wing doesn’t seem to have realised this. He literally makes a run for the lift as they’re about to go up saying some shit like ‘are you sure you don’t want us to come along’ or something like that. The doorman comes up and asks if he’s staying in the hotel. I facepalm nearby. After that stunt it looks unlikely that they’re coming down.


I’m just a bit annoyed by this shit, it would have been very doable if it had been played long term and there was no reason for making it into a fucking scene. I decide to head off. I grab a bus to Bethnal Green road, grab a couple of beers, meet the girl who texted me and bang her. Not all bad I guess.

FRIDAY - 27/09/13 CLUSTERFUCK ME IT'S FRESHERS

Headed out earlier than usual to meet a couple of guys from the forum. It ended up just being me, Serendipity and Alchemist but it was a lot of fun. We chatted about game etc for most of the time. I talked to Serendipity a bit about some work situation he was having with a girl and talked to Alchemist about his dating profile. A few drinks, a few fun stories, all good. Good guys too. Plus both of them bought me a beer which makes you awesome in my book.


I headed out at around 10.30 to meet an old wing of mine. We’re going to a student event called ‘Fuck me it’s Freshers’. It’s an alright night and it’s sort of become tradition that we do it. He’s been away all summer doing some internship in some little place outside of Oxford, so this is his first time out in ages. Great to see him though, glad he’s back.


We randomly hit up a few girls to get chatty, and after a couple of times my mate gets to chatting with some girl. I’m a few beers deep now and realise I haven’t eaten. I notice a jerked chicken stand out in the smoking are and gravitate to it.


While I’m in the queue I get to chatting to this thin fit blonde girl and her gay mate. We sort of hit it off chatting and hang out by the steps eating chicken. I remember none of the ins and outs of what I said, but I end up making out with the girl a couple of times. Then me and her head off to the dance floor by ourselves. We dance and make out a bit there. At this point I’m pretty much thinking ‘stick with this for a bit and that’s it sorted’. We head to the bar and I somehow manage to lose her. I’d give more details but that’s seriously all I remember.


I go find my mate and he’s chatting to some girl. They seem to be getting on pretty well so I start chatting to her mates. A fairly nice looking Spanish girl called Lina seems pretty into me. We hit it off and chat for a bit, but her friend is obnoxiously drunk. I believe the term is ‘white girl wasted’. She pretty much needs to go home, and Lina’s got to be the one to look after her. As they head out me and Lina make out a little and she offers me her number. I’m not entirely sure why I didn’t offer to come along. Thinking about it now it seems perfectly feasible.


My mates in deep with this girl so I leave him to it. I go off to the bar for another beer. While I’m there I get to chatting to a group of girls, and start getting on pretty well with a little brunette one. We end up making out and we head out to the dance floor with her mates. I’m thinking ‘right. Now this one’s got to stick’. Sadly no. After like a couple of minutes some dude she knows come up and they get chatting and start making out. Might have been a random dude. Hard to say in this place.


My mate texts me saying ‘Do you have condoms?’. I get the message instantly and head to where he was with that girl. He’s still there. I chat with him briefly and slip him a couple of condoms through a handshake like a drug deal.


Now normally when I go out and pull I might get like one make out. I tend to play things very chilled and slow. So making out with 3 girls while not fucking any of them is messing with me a bit, and I’m a bit meh at this point. I actually got another bar makeout with some freshers who’s staying in the same halls I was in. I don’t even try to lead it anywhere though. Can’t be arsed.


I’m about to head off, and I get a text from my mate saying ‘you still here?’. I tell him yeah and he says he’s outside. How that didn’t work out for him I don’t know. This place has a no re-entry policy, but it’s after 3 at this point. So I think fuck it, I’m not going solo till 4 doing this shit in the hope of pulling, and I head out to meet him. I chat with my mate for a bit and head off.


All things considered it was a fun night anyway. Besides I had a date from tinder the next day in the early afternoon, so pulling the night before that might have been a bit much.

I’ll do the write up on the date tomorrow

SATURDAY - 28/09/13 THOROUGHLY THOROUGH REPORT

Met a girl from Tinder. Had sex. Was nice.

Well you included all the salient points.