So this night in May I'm eating alone in a Vietnamese restaurant in Menton, a small French seaside town half-way between Monaco and the Italian border. It's picturesque but pretty boring. So it's popular with couples who want a quiet honeymoon, families and retirees. I was texting frantically and rapidly sinking into depression.

Why the fuck was I here?...well I was starting to ask myself the same question. I'd been on a business trip to a town 40 km down the coast from here and had booked a hotel here for a couple of days post-business break. Reason was I'd got a tinder match with a hot 25 year old black French girl on a previous business trip and we'd been texting hotly for months.

Actually I noticed her texts getting cooler the nearer it came to the trip I'd planned just to come and meet her. I knew deep down it was folly. It was high investment, needy behaviour. I knew that but she was (at least in the bunch of photos she'd sent me) hot, black, 25 and gagging for it. To a middle aged man that's only had one makeout in 8 years that's a good reason to throw your money away on a foolhardy escapade like this one.

Anyway I give up texting because she's not replying on WhatsApp anymore. She's flaked! I finish my meal and go to bed despondent.

Next day I've had two coffees in a café before 10 o'clock and I'm still seething. I'm also horny as hell and I see quite a few chicks walking past. One checks me out. So I say to myself "what have you got to lose by approaching?"

I settle the bill and walk down the road a bit. There's a dark skinned woman in a short tight skirt, looks cute, big hair, big sunglasses. I cross the road ahead of her and as she catches up I stop her and ask if she speaks English. She whips off her sunglasses and says "Yes I do, in fact I studies English at university!" Bingo! so we get chatting.

I ask her the way to the beach but as she's answering (I realise this could end the interaction) I cut her off and say "no, shops, I want to look around, the shops and stuff, is there anywhere interesting here I'm just here for two days, my hotel is over there (pointing) you're kinda cute..blah, blah, blah, blah. She's a bit bamboozled and all the time I'm stepping in a bit closer.

Just then a guy on a big scooter somehow manages to come off it in the road right in front of us. I was worried that if I went over to help him she'd be gone so I just prayed he was ok. She didn't budge. We watched as he dusted himself down and grappled his lumbering machine upright. Then he got on and went on his way (phew!)

Were very close now and I realise I've got a semi. I pull the trigger asking her out for coffee. She says she has to go home for something but agrees and we swap numbers. She takes a lot of time checking the number works before leaving which I take as a very good sign.

On her way driving home she texts twice. I text my wing back in London to say I've done one approach, got a date and "it feels on".

She's due to meet me outside my hotel and turns up 10 minutes early in a short tight black leather skirt. So it's on then. I scrapped her idea about going to Monaco. I took her for a coffee in the nearest café, escalated, then we went back to my hotel and fucked. No LMR. While she was in the shower I lay on the bed and let it start to sink in that my nightmare eternity without sex (apart from hookers) was finally over.

I took her for dinner than night in Menton. She was parading me around waving at her pals. It turns out she's 45 (but is still fit), divorced and of Indian descent but grew up in France. She said she'd been telling her friends the day before how she wanted an English guy (her ex was French) then the next morning guess who shows up.

Women rationalise it all. I think it's cute actually.

The tinder girl finally responded. She wanted to meet me at 9pm but I flaked, haha. I was out again with the other woman.

I returned to London from that trip feeling like the conquering hero

But the stories not over. You'll hear more about the tinder girl in my next report!

In late June I returned to France to see the woman I'd met in May. We'd kept in touch via Facebook but when I got there she wouldn't see me. She just stopped responding. I then arranged a date with the tinder girl who I had flaked on the last time. She flaked so I left and deleted her number from my phone. I kept in touch with the other woman but it felt like it was fizzling out. I hadn't completely given up on them both though.

I happened to be in that area of France again recently. It was a long shot but I took a risk in telling the two women to meet me on the same night in the expectation that one or both of them wouldn't turn up. To my surprise one of them did turn up...an hour and a half late.

It was the flaky tinder girl who I had never met. A month after I deleted her number she had found me on Facebook and we had kind of made it up. But I had been pretty cold towards her. I think this action of cutting her off then her having to work to get me back made her more attracted.

I took her to a nearby diner that I had been in earlier. It was one of those retro rock'n'roll places. We had a couple of drinks and tried our best to communicate by typing into google translate on my phone. The mobile signal was shit so it was slow work. This worked out okay because it became a fun game waiting for the '2 kilobytes per fortnight' connection to work, while looking into each others eyes and letting the biology happen.

I remember REO Speedwagon's 'I can't fight this feeling' playing in the background. Well it was a royalty-free cover that sounded close enough to get me in the right mood.

I grabbed her hand and after a while asked her (with google) to come back to my hotel. There was a lot of faffing around after that to get a taxi to the hotel. It was a bit unsettling at times. The taxi driver took us to the wrong hotel first and I had to pay him more to get to the right one. When you're trying to get laid it can feel like everybody else is out to cock block you. I have learned you just have to not let irrelevant things distract you and burst the love bubble. But nothing is certain. That's what makes it exciting I suppose.

Anyway it's after midnight now and we finally get to my hotel. I had to check in because I had gone straight to the date from arriving (complete with my luggage). The guy at reception pointed out to me the booking was only for one person. I just said "It's two now" and I think he knew what was going on. He said "thank you sir" and gave me the key...cool guy.

We get in my room, I dump my bags down, we sit on the little two seater sofa and I kiss her. No LMR. At one point I caught myself in the mirror banging this hot young (26) French girl and it all seems worth it, even the flakes and over a year of texting without knowing if I'd ever meet her

Epilogue

I had a load of tinder dates to nowhere before deleting my account 6 months ago. I was too scared to escalate then. I had a date with a Thai girl who had done some modelling. She was really hot but I didn't feel entitled. Also three dates with a pretty Taiwanese girl but didn't touch her. Some of the women were chancers but you have to take responsibility for the failure. I needed to fix my broken inner game.

In the Blueprint decoded Tyler says "You will learn by trial by fire to stop seeking the self in other peoples opinions of you", this has become very significant to me in finding myself. I've cold approached over 1500 women since I got into this. There's a lot of rejection to deal with and there's no shortcuts. I think once I accepted that this is the way things are I progressed quicker.

At least this one worked out and on the first date. She was also nicer and more attractive than any of the matches I dated in London.

We're still in touch.

Since I moved to London I've had "yellow fever". On a Saturday towards the end of September in London I had a SDL with an Asian girl.

Read on...

At around 1 I'm heading into the Saturday afternoon throng looking for girls to chat up. I'm solo but feel like I want the company of a wing. Anyway I do the grind, approaching maybe 7 or 8 girls, over the next few hours.

Nothing is sticking. A hot girl passes me and I turn and go after her. As I start to move across her she dodges around me and says thanks without stopping or knowing what I wanted. I get blown out by some. I bottle it with a few other hotties getting away. Not a great day so far.

By about 6 I'm ready to call it quits as my legs are getting tired and I think my vibe is way off now. I just want to sit in a coffee shop, eat cake and sooth my dented ego.

As I get close to the coffee shop a cute bespectacled Asian girl with a very long skirt (almost extending to her ankles) walks past me in the opposite direction. I don't know what it is, maybe her unusual dress style, or maybe she flashes an IoI, but something triggers in me and I decide I have to turn back and stop her. One last hit!

As I'm dodging the crowds to get close enough I see she turns sharply into a fancy goods store. I think fuck it and follow her in. I've forgotten about my weariness now and damaged pride. I'm determined not to bottle it this time!

I open from behind her (usually a no no!) "excuse me". She whips around fast with a beaming smile and I say (pointing down) "this skirt, it's absolutely beautiful!". She cracks wide open, eyes all alight behind her glasses, holding a handful of the skirt fabric out to me, and asking me to feel the quality. It was a gift from her mother she tells me. Everything in the shop disappears to me. I just see her. I'm instantly enchanted by this Asian kitten.

I touch her skirt a bit gingerly tbh.. Maybe she's going to call security on me I think. We're chatting for a minute or two then I get an impulse to stroke her cheek. Before I've talked myself out of doing it my hand is doing it and I tell her she's so pretty. Intense eye contact, sparkle. She blushes and giggles then says "and you are handsome". Now it feels ON. We're getting bumped by people left and right trying to get to the shop display that we're blocking access to so I move her to a quieter area near some soft furnishings.

We meander around the store together looking at all the shit in there and she gets me to smell samples of tea in jars on another display. All my senses are now engaged and I'm in the moment. I tease her that her parents named her after Darjeeling tea because she's spicy (I hadn't managed to get my tongue around her Cantonese name). She laughs and tells me she's on holiday from Taiwan and it's her first time travelling alone.

We end up outside the store and I try to suss out the logistics. I ask her to come for tea with me and she says she doesn't have time but I keep gently pushing, persuading and shutting up. I resist the temptation to take a number and bail. I just stick out the awkwardness and she half turns away but doesn't leave. She finally buys the pitch and agrees to come with me to a bar on the top floor of a nearby book store for "20 minutes". We take the lift up to the fifth floor.

In the lift on the way up I take her hand and she is fine with that. We sit down and order tea and hand holding turns into mutual caressing. I inspect her socks and prod her ankles in the process. The love bubble is well and truly formed now. I'm hard as a brick in my jeans. It's almost painful.

I go to the toilet and when I come back she's on the phone speaking in Cantonese and I guess and hope she's re-arranging her plans with her friends. After an hour or two I decide I need to extract her and in the lift back down there's just the two of us so I go for the kiss. She accepts and we're rolling now. We head towards my place which is a 20 minute walk. She's a little unsure. I can feel it. But I give her plenty of comfort on the way and it's all ok.

By 8.30 we are in my apartment. She messes around with my guitar. I tell her her nails are too long to play it properly. There's some token LMR. When I go to kiss her she head turns. She just wants to hug she says. So we hug for ages, maybe 1/2 hour in silence. Then she tells me it's the eve of her 26th Birthday. I say well I need to give you a birthday kiss then and we make out heavily on the bed. She tells me she's on her period. It's my first experience of this believe it or not. I thought that meant no sex maybe but she is keen to continue so fine.

By 9.30 she's done the deed. As I roll off her I say "Happy Birthday" and she laughs and giggles (at how naughty she's been and got lucky on her Birthday I guess). In the morning I buy her breakfast. We come back to my apartment because she says she needs to charge her phone (yeah right ) and I fuck her again.

She's pretty and charming. Asian girls can be very passionate once you are alone with them and they don't feel judged.

A few days later she was back in Taiwan and we've kept in touch.

I'm not totally over my yellow fever yet...

Well done dude!

1 thing I'd say to work on straight away is to be less effected by bad experiences i.e. been blown out or told to go away.

I don't call them bad experiences.. I simply call it 'learning'. Then in that sense, it helps me to react neutrally instead of negatively in pretty much all aspects of my life.

Thank you dude. Yes you're right.

A long series of blow outs can chip away at your vibe. But feelings can change quickly so you can't take them as a reliable indicator. What's important is that you continue to take right action, regardless of how you feel. If I hadn't done that I wouldn't have got laid that day.

Always remember the next girl you open could be a YES girl.