Monday 12th Jan

I finally met up with some PUAs from the forum (that I didn't know previously). I got a PM from Kowalski saying some of the PUAs were meeting Monday in Kro bar, was I interested. I said "of course". So I tarted myself up (had a shave, gelled my hair and put nice clothes on) and headed for Kro bar (after 2 paracetamol and two shots of JD). I arrived early and had to wait for the PUAs to appear. It was odd, as soon as I left my flat I became Sin', I was no longer myself. Its like in the book <i> The Game </i>, Neil Strauss says when he goes out he is no longer himself, he is Style, his alter-ego.

Darood (Rude) turned up at ten past 9 and we got aquainted, Kowalski and his friend (De fontain?) turned up about 10 minutes later. We had a pre-game chat and got to know one another. Rude is a 5'9" bloke with long black hair, New Rock boots and a cowboy hat, while Kowalski is a 6' man, of a good build, with chin-length curly brown hair, who's slighly over-long nose makes him just shy of handsome. Kowalski's friend was a Trinidaddian with short dread-locks held back, a shoulder bag and an umberella.

After Kro bar and the pre-game talk we headed to Bar Bar (sp?) across town, next to the canal. Its was about half full, with some good, but hard sets. I got the first round in since Kowalski's friend had bought the last round. While at the bar I opened at 2 set waiting to be served (HB5/6), I wasn't interested I was just beinging friendly. In conversation I learnt that it was one of their friends birthdays, but then my drinks came so I downed my shot and took the drinks back to the guys.

We chatted between ourselves for a little while and then Rude got up and opened a stunning (HB8 to HB9.5) group flawlessly. I couldn't believe my eyes! I took the advantage to ride the wave and lept up to wing Rude, but as I got there his faulse time constraint came back to bite him in the ass and he had to break off and go for a fag. Without Rude's help I was scuppered and the set became cold to me, so I headed to the bar for another drink. On the way I met some friends of a friend

(Writing this after heading home, seriously hammered - review in the morning when sober)

- to be finished when the words arn't blurred. Sin.

Ok. Now that I'm sober I will attempt to pick up where Kowalski left off/left holes.

For the record I am 6'2" and I think Kowalski is the same height, not taller. Also I honestly have no idea why I led the guys to that seat. Maybe I just needed a piss? Also all the things Kowalski has said about me being an alcoholic/drunkard are true. I like to drink, and in large quantities when I am out (he says with a double JD and coke in his hand).

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- so I headed to the bar for another drink.

Once I’d had another drink I headed out to talk with Rude while he finished his cig. We talked game and Rude spotted a mixed 3 set near the door containing a HB5 and a HB7.5 (who looked like Grace from Will and Grace – its ok I never watched it) but just as we begun to stoop and sting they moved back into the general mass of humaity and were lost to the ether. While we’d been away Kowalski had opened an adjacent mixed 5 set with three HB6/HB7s and had obviously made a good impression as they kept looking in his direction. Eager to prove myself to my fellow PUAs I headed back over to the set I had opened earlier, hoping to make an easy K-close. I approached and I was met with smiles but then I committed the cardinal sin, I opened with “So who’s birthday is it? I’m going to the bar and I’ll get her a drink”. The girls smiled and then pointed across the whole club to a HB9.5. Fuck! Bandits at 6 o’clock and closing fast. I knew I was in deep shit but I decided to pull a U turn, flaw the gas and head straight for the fuckers. With hind sight this was a stupid alcohol induced mistake. I headed over and was immediately intimidated by the whole 7 set all rugby players and HB9s. “Excuse me. Your friends over there told me it was your birthday. I’m going to the bar and was wondering if I could get you a drink.”, I swear when I said this I stooped like Egor - “please mistress”. She looked at me as if I was something she’d trodden in and said “No thanks I’m fine” then turned her back on me. Mayday! Mayday! I’m hit! Oh for the love of God! There’s fire in the cockpit! Its burns!

Feeling like I’d been punched in the gut and Sin had left the building leaving plain old me a shivering wreck, I headed over to the bar to try and repair the damage with yet more alcohol. On the way I bumped into a 3 set of some friends of my flat mate. Their from Glasgow, all HB8 and above, all like 23 (this may seem a trivial point but this is 4 years older than me) and I have a head start because I know them already. Emma, the taller handsome, slightly punk girl and Becka, the shorter very slim pretty one both gave me hugs straight away but their mate who I didn’t know only shook my hand when I offered it. I told them I’d be a minute and headed to the bar, where I purchased another double whiskey and coke and 4 tequila shots. This time it didn’t feel like breaking the cardinal law as they were friends of a sort who I already knew, also this is not true game either. But anyway, I took the drinks back to the girls, and I enjoyed their shock and basked in their appreciation before we knocked back the shots and I received kisses on the cheek. We chatted for a bit (general drivel but enjoyable all the same) and then they said they were off two doors down to Revolution where the real party was and I should come with them. I regretfully informed them that I was with some friends and I’d try and head down there later, they made hurt noises but accepted my statement and I received a hug from each (a rather tight and dare I say a little bit of a suggestive one from Emma) and they left. I value loyalty and at this early stage it would not look good to ditch my fellow PUA’s for a pretty bit of tail.

I’m honestly not sure what happened next, Rude disappeared sarging, successfully I imagine. I sat down as my leg was hurting (I’ve damaged the back of my right knee) and we waited for Rude to return. When he appeared we called him over, finished out drinks and headed out. After chatting with the bouncers (the female bouncer was rather aggressive) we realised we had no chance of getting into Revolution seeing as I was the only PUA to possess a student card. So after saying bye to Devante (earlier incorrectly referred to by me as De Fontain) we headed to the Prinkworks in a Taxi. Once there we realised it wasn’t much better than anywhere else, but a change of scene was welcome and it allowed for new sets.

I opened an average 2 set (maybe HB6 at most) as we walked down with the simple line of “Excuse me, I’m not from around here, where will be good and full tonight?”. I chatted with her as we walked down and then we parted with a smile and we headed into Opus as it was students only in Tiger Tiger and hit the bar, talent scouting on the way. I got yet another double whiskey and coke as well as an Absinthe cocktail (which was more than vile and I ended up giving to Rude, who must have no taste-buds). I lead the guys to what seemed a nice, big empty sofa, but which turned out to be facing the wrong way and was right outside the gents. Red 2, your undercarriage just dropped off – idiot.

There were a few HB’s at the bar but otherwise the place was pretty low on solid currency with only two sets containing anything above a 4, so naturally we hit them hard and fast. I opened a two set containing a rather large lady and her short pretty HB7 friend, while Rude flew a solo mission and hit the mixed 5 set containing an alternative HB8. Forgetting about Rude, me and Kowlski sarged the two set. I immediately saw that the large girl had the potential to be a cock-block, but she was also an easy way into the set so I opened her while her friend was away and Kowalski stepped in as my wing when the HB7 re-appeared. We all chatted for a while until the HB7 said she wanted a cig. I used this as my way to connect with her and prove social worth, so I cheekily robbed a cig off Darood (My thanks Rude, you’re a stand up guy) and we headed outside. While outside we talked and I found out she was 32 and had a 9-year-old son. So that makes her what, 19 years older than me and means she had her son at my age, oh well, I said I wouldn’t go over 28, but I also always wanted to bang a MILF! So I continued to game her.

She’d finished half her cig and we were getting on great when, like the Black Death, some creepy, smelly smack-head tramp comes over begging for money. I gave him £1.50 hoping he’d fuck off, but oh no, HB7 wants to talk to the fucker, she’s a social worker and an ex-crack-head and feels sorry for him. This should have been a clear sign to quit the dogfight and limp for home, riddled bullet holes and trailing smoke, but the cumulative weight of alcohol crushed my common sense and I stayed. We went back into Opus and me and the HB7 danced a bit, but my knee hampered me. Then suddenly the bouncers are dragging some bloke and lasses outside and everyone’s rolling on the floor scrapping outside the door and the bouncers are kicking someone’s head in and the coppers are all over the place. The lights come on and its all out or get what the other guy got.

So the four of us head outside, with Kowalski being trailed by some AFC, who wanted to become PUA’s or some such. The lasses were going to head home, but decided to go to Tiger Tiger instead. Kowalski couldn’t get in as he had no student ID and he was opening a group so I bid him good night and headed in after them (they managed to flirt with the bouncer so he let them in).

What went on inside is rather blurry as I spent my last £30 and got completely lashed. In short, HB7 preferred older black men. So all I got was a dance and a K-close before she dragged her mate and some bloke into a taxi and headed back to her hotel. Feeling like I’d done well, but let the PUA community down a bit, I headed home.

I woke up this morning with the builders next door working on the new building as well as hammering my head with sledgehammers. Two paracetamol, an egg sandwich and a pint of water later and a rather groggy Sin headed into Uni.

Don't sound like a bad night out, infact i am currently perusing train fares to Manc, i think a weekend trip to meet the guys is in order, i reckon a change of scenery could boost my HB9+ cold approach too.

hows the last weekend in feb sound?

As far as I know that sounds great. You can kip at mine and we'll peruse the bars and clubs of Manchester. It'll be a good laugh.

Hah. Pacha's twice as cool. He can breath fire for fuck sake.

It was a good night indeed. I know I learned a few thinks such as keeping everyone in the set occupied, the timing of negs and the valuble application of lock in props.

Plus came up with new DHV routine that I'll have to try out.