Fat Ton'y Journal

[remadyP&R]

10th of July

Friday night (yesterday) - with Sebastien we went to a next new venue in our party map od London City. A girl we've met last weekend at Tiger Tiger was going there and she invited Sebastien to join her. So we did. Some other guy from my LSS project (Beginner's Group) was suppose to join us, but he didn't. In fact I received a text in the middle of the party: "Sorry. I'm to drunk".

With Sebastien we stand in a queue to the cloakroom. "I want to do something special tonight. I want to feel some progress."....

... the tune's pace slows down, I introduce a pause in my dance - tension's getting higher. I lean forward to just slightly with my head above her. I lock her with a strong eye contact while our lips almost touch each other. She looks in my eye, at my lips, in my eyes once again. I know she's thinking only about one thing right now... This is the moment - I go and I got it! Tension explodes thru the roof! Masterpiece... Emotions DJ

[remadyP&R]

12th of July 2010

I've spent Saturday hanging out with James in the Pacha once again. Following the rule of the very first gaming as being judgmental for the venue I've put this place on my London's favorites. Thanks to my Friday's asian princess. But that club on Saturday was definitely a hard one. My favorite kind of approach which I used a day earlier wasn't so successful in there. Although I've opened a few sets and even hooked very well with one, I think that this kind w environment - minimal, electro music, scent of drugs in the air, etc. - requires very seductive, alpha male like kind of approach. In the end of the day I'm very satisfied with that Nightgame, as we did very well in that hard environment.

Sunday... sounds like strippers. It doesn't? You're right. We've decided a day earlier with James to try gaming table dancers for the very first time in our lives. Very good idea with a poor realization. The only sentence that comes to my mind when I'm about to the describe it is: "I think even strippers have days off". We've visited 2 venues with no results.

What happened after that one was really interesting. We went to Hoxton Square which surprisingly looks very similar to Bricklane and is quite close. After 2 bars and a couple of minutes walking and jerking off our minds I have finally decided to get in charge in this one. I've already decided to move to the West End in a moment but first I wanted to crash'n'burn any set. Totally opposite result with very low-quality set finally gave us a boost of energy. On our further way to the West End, a few hundred meters further I've opened very decent lady sitting by herself in front of cafe... wave, smile, a lot of confidence in joining her table caused one of my better approaches with that one. Moments later her date joined us. We've spent with these guys about an hour.

In the West End James have opened an American 3-set of a step quality (the cutest one, the cute one and the not considerated one). Here there should be an applause for James which have opened very well and hooked in even better. I didn't even realized when the girls accepted his offer of a little tour. We were walking around the city for about 2 hours. I'm still quite charmed with California girl... the way she talks, her accent, facial expressions, body language - typical american... which is "casually seductive". At least for me is.

[remadyP&R]

28th of July 2010

Harold came from Paris once again. I have let him stay at my small place for a couple of days. It's funny how my voice changes only when I see this guy.

Last weekend I kiss closed HB9. My dancefloor game is becoming really tight with every night out. 3 weeks in a row I wanted to go out in the weekend and close a hot chick - and I did. Right now I only have to make sure that I won't get out fo this flow.

In about 2 weeks we are going to Poland with James and probably Harold. I want to show guys how club night game looks like in Poland. Till that time I want guys to take some steps from their current level.

[remadyP&R]

30th of July 2010

I feel the mood, the vibe, the scent of a pray. Tonight I'm a hunter. I've left the group somewhere behind or in front of me - I don't know - what's the difference. My viewport spins and I'm already setting the pace of her footsteps: "I always have dreamt about meeting a girl which is in rush...". Stupid opener, isn't it? Who gives a shit - nobody will even remember.

With 2 other players we step into the club in this Wednesday evening. First things first I take a round around the venue to feel the area. Harold's already running a two set - I can tell that he reframed the girls very easily. I won't be joining him in this one - I'm up for tightening my dancefloor game. So unlucky I am today. Wednesday night... Sticking up for dancefloor objectives this night would be a waste of minutes. Is empty dancefloor saying me where I should go tonight?

It looks like it is as my reaction for entering the venue's main room is opening a 2-set on my left... Kevin joins me quickly and decently takes my obstacle so I can keep gaming Polish chick. Results? Wasted minutes.

Next club - don't think, act. 2-set on my right has been opened very easily, although goes nowhere - I don't like drunk chicks.

[remadyP&R]

31st of July 2010

[remadyP&R]

1st of August 2010 - Frist clubgame with Rage

Hey arthur How have u been? Well hope Im going 2 tiger tiger on saturday nite with 2 female mates 1 is polish single + cure, there probably be 2 other polish girls joining us as well Be good social proof Lemme know if u can make it

We were standing in front of the venue quite a long time. As usual in these situations we had to wait... wait for chicks... wait for somebody. I can already hear Harold saying about lowering his "majin". Guys exchange their first thoughts as Harold, Kevin didn't met Rage earlier. If you ask about me - I don't waste my time. Following the rule of before-party sweety photos I open a 4-set. First 3 words from "chick in strips" and I already know that I can do whatever I want.



While waiting in the queue I realized that once again, just as 2 times yesterday, I have to go with my crew into a place in which I don't know anybody and become one of the most recognized people in there. Hard stuff? With every weekend is becomes more and more obvious for me.

We all need a moment to get comfortable. The tighter your clubgame is the less time you need. I usually have to finish my favorite drink - a glass of water - to start gaming the venue.

After 30 minutes I check my results. I take a long walk through the club. I have to check how many people will see me the second time, smile or interact with me in any other way. It's like an indicator of right social proof. After going from first to second dancefloor I meet 2 chicks with which I have already danced. Good result. I push away intrusive girl from my neck and guarantee to meet her again on the dancefloor.

Another playa' is going to join us soon.

Saying that to Harold on stairs in Tiger Tiger I knew I would include it in this FR. BalconyBanana was on his way with a very strict target for tonight. Gettin' laid. As far as I know BB is not a type of danceseducer. He prefers game during the day, in the streets so his NG's mostly based on bar gaming. Well, one man's garbage is another man's art... I'm bored, it doesn't lead me anyway, it doesn't entertain me. I know these are all excuses, but I don't give a shit as long as it really doesn't give me the emotional impact.

I take another walk through the dancefloor. I see a couple of set to reopen. On my right there's Rage with his 2 female wings. And on my left I see my target. Interesting 2-set of quite ok quality. Only 2 of them. After all this practice it takes me only seconds to foresee their reactions.

Long legs in a short skirt take over my mind... we dance together - strong kino... my hands precisely lead her hips. Discreet, commanding move of my wrists turns around the Polish waitress and now only an inch separates our lips. Sparkle in her eyes, tension - an inch turns into 10mm and I cut it off and disappear.

For half an hour I was hanging around the club looking for new targets and opening sets. I go outside... look for other playas. Instead of 'em I find her once again. Right now I can see that her low skirt made me loose my mind as her friend was definitely much more of my type. However, thinking about a Turkish guy which already gamed her and how easy is my situation I get back to my first target. I don't ask, I don't piss around, I just go to her put my leg between her legs and reduce the distance to minimum.

25 minutes of talking shit and I wasted all of 'em. Even push & pull didn't help. It would be a waste of even more energy to keep this situation rolling. If she wants a puppy, she has to look a bit more... For a couple of seconds she tries to give me her phone number, but according to my rule I don't give a shit. In a nightslub I deep six the numbers. In here KC is a minimum. And after such a time of practicing dancefloor I know that without FC it's not even worth giving a shit. At least for me. That's good - that's the way I like it. So I just say fuck off in a polite way:

I don't collect numbers.

[Snake Eyes]

Hey, good to see some of our days/nights out been documented.

Your dance floor game is getting amazingly tight at the moment.

Was busy this weekend, but am up for doing a marathon session next weekend to make up for it. I'm talking Friday, Saturday and Sunday extravaganza! If any other Londoners are around let me know....

Looking forward to Poland!

[remadyP&R]

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.

[remadyP&R]

3rd of August 2010

Everyday training

"Thank you so match for your hospitality and your kindness.

You found a friend and a wing for your life.

Hope to see you in Warsaw or in Paris. You are welcome at any time you like.

Harold"

...

I started Gaming still before leaving Slough. In the train station I took out the laptop and enjoyed my favorite music. The opener was shining from the girl's purse. It's so simple! I don't even have to think what to say. A big pack of Bounty and Twix whispered straight into my ear:

me: "You do love Bounty don't you?"
HB6: "Oh... yes. Actually I get them from work. You want one?"
me: "You're proposing me a Bounty?" - I asked laughing.
HB6: "Yeah. You see... I work for Galaxy." - she took out a bar of chocolate from her purse with a big logo of her employer.
...
The rest of the conversation was a pasta.

Still on my way home I've made this resolution which is suppose to save me from loosing this "something" I've learnt from Harold. Following my new rule I started an interaction with some more people on the train. Next, after leaving the bus, I've opened a girl, which doesn't even count for me. Now it's not important. I was keeping the flow - talking with women. With a lot taller than me employee of Top Shop I was talking whole the way home. We've touched a lot of topics - working in a fashion store, the newest gay collection for men, etc. I didn't even ask about the phone number. I don't collect pokemons.

I dolled up myself in seconds, responded to messages in Facebook, got my hair done. I dressed the favorite, 'cause the only one, jacket and quickly, got to the station. Let the show begin... An young ass was bouncing from left to right. When I see this kind of walk l already know the target is eager. I've started walking a bit faster and got in front of her not even giving a look. A second later - when she got used to my presence - I threw the first sentence without any body language:

me: "What's your favorite flavor?"
HB7: "Apple..." - she said being a bit surprised and pushed her lollipop to the other side of her mouth
me: "I love juicy lollipops... they are so much better than milk or chocolate."

Only a moment, but completely enough to smell something spicy in the air... a subtle licking of a lollipop.

Tube has been gamed by walking from the end to the front. A car after a car I felt how I was gaining 0.0001% of my skills. The next millipoint to my goal was rather not in my type. Usually I like Indian chicks, but there was something missing about this one. Maybe she was too young? I've decided to check that out:

me: "Hey... what's your nationality?"
HB5: "Why?"
me: "Just like that... I'm curious."
HB5: "Pakistani."
me: "And how old are you?"
HB5: "Why?"
me: "Just like that... I'm curious."
HB5: "How do you think?"
me: "C'mon I'm seriously interested."
HB5: "And I seriously want you to guess."
me: "17"
HB5: "23"
...

Let's say I believed in that. We talked for a few minutes and then l changed my line as usual in Tottenham Court Road.

A few minutes later, when I was exploring the underground maze of Charing Cross Station - a regular, very fast footstep of high heels had driven my attention. Something deep in my head told me that the blackhead in fact wasn't in rush. Only a moment to think about logistics and I placed myself a little bit in front. Standing a step higher on an escalator I started talking without fully turning my body around.

me: "You have the most nervous footsteps I have heard today. It's like..." - I tapped the can of coke I held in hand with a fast rhythm - "I don't know... maybe you're in rush or something but you should definitely relax a little bit."
HB6: "I know but I can't help it."
...

While waiting for the LSS'ers in Trafalgar Square I'veopened a tourist 3-set - just for fun. Normal chat, nothing interesting. I remember saying that one of them will play saxophone, other a piano, the last one a guitar and I will dance.

The most unexpected thing during this evening was a small, thin mexican girl in Leicester Square. So rare situation I can't even say how rare it is! Lonely HB7 just taking a walk in West End. This is the first time I see something like this in the UK. The chick barely spoken English so the dialogue wasn't a masterpiece, but still the body language was a great tool to create some rapport. We were wondering around for about 20 minutes. Unfortunately, the tourist was leaving London the next day and my logistics was not good enough to Fuck Close her. Eventually someone had to go to work tomorrow. I let her go to the hotel by herself.

With LSS'ers we went to nearly empty Waxy O'Connors. Only 2 interesting sets - I've opened both - the group of unfriendly French and 4-set of drunk British chicks. I wanted to change the venue as soon as possible. O'Neils was a much better idea for an evening in the middle of the week. Just as I thought the bar was packed. The LSS'ers got inside and leaned to the wall. Boxxer was extremely down after the last blow out. I just couldn't stand and watch him loosing his energy. I've opened a set sitting opposite to us... just for him. So he can get back to the Game. When I felt reaching the Social Hook Point I said "Bye" and left. It's time for me - the last tube.

Again, coming back home the same way. Long cars of Central Line's trains are usually a great place to sarge some birds. Small, compact girl with a strong makeup was in my type - she felt upfront to one of my favorite stereotypes: "an office slut" - of course besides the fact she had a very friendly face. Her clothes are the opener... that was so simple for me. I remember Harold telling me and Sebastien about football and fashion... 2 subjects which can generate rapport with everybody. One for women, one for men. The chat was very polite and gentle, but going nowhere. I went to the next car.

After quite tiring training I was leaning left to right. People sitting on the sides were move their legs to make me a pass. Nevertheless, my head was up and my face was smiled. No close today, but I'm very satisfied anyway. Daydreaming only the scent of her perfumes, very similar to that of my first girlfriend, commanded me to sit down on her left. A subtle move of my wrist commands HB9 to take off the headphones. In the iPod's screen I see the name of the band.

me: "Muse... I've always wanted to check 'em out."
HB: "They are good."
me: "Nevermind. What's the name of your fragrance? My first girlfriend used to wear it. I have a very good memories associated with this one but I don't stay in touch anymore with the girl."
HB: "It's Chanel Chance."
me: "Can you type is for me?" - the chick took my worn out mobile and started to type an already opened note
me: "It looks like there is a chance for us." - I said catching her eye sight

We were talking about some bullshit for a couple of minutes. I wanted to know her opinion about my brilliant idea of documenting girls' taste in shoes. As far as I she liked the invention this club-owner's wife-to-be said that talking with random people on the street with lead straight to the jail.

me: "You're wrong."
HB: "I don't think so. You know... it's London. If you will talk just like that with random people, especially with girls, their boyfriends may be angry."
me: "You're really wrong."
HB: "Why do you think so?"
me: I took out my phone and opened my favorite note - "'Cause since I've been here I talked with 634 girls."
HB: "That's impressive."
me: "No I just like to meet people."
HB: "So it looks like that's true i'm wrong."

Whole the conversation was extremely interesting and polite. But I have also felt that I put too much effort in what I say. I have to fuck the content.

Still in the bus from Ealing Broadway I opened some Polish douchebag reading Vampire: The Masquarade... below the scale - I don't even mention describing. Funny that I have met her the next day.

[EdHyde]

Man how the hell do you remember all this stuff? If I had your memory I could remember some canned lines instead of using improv... So... Been on any instant dates lately???

Also Fat Tony is one hell of a handle... Which wise cracker came up with that gem I wonder...

Keep up the blog man - look forward to seeing how you do in Poland!

Peace!