No mile high club stories here...

But I'd thought i'd share my lesson... I'm currently in Valenca for a bit of a holiday... still suffering after the late nights with the Bristol boys and Hustler... so I'd thought I'd take it easy tonight. ZZZzzz

Anyway, I was still buzzing from the weekend antics that I always seem to be in a PUA mindset at the moment.

I finally got airside and thought... "Hmmm airports! great sarging practice". Loads of people ready to roll onto a plane excited about their holiday. Unfortuately, I arrived a little to late to get settled in. I got to the bar, bought a pint, peacocked for a bit and cruised down stairs. Bristol airport is a bit of a mess at the minute... loads of building works and people sitting on floors getting in the way. A bit of a circus!

So I get on the plane and manage to grab the front seats (don't pass off the chance of loads of leg room and getting first off the plane on a Ryanair flight!). I sat next to a lively couple on the way for a week away and right opposite the cabin crew, one of which was a Irish HB7 (as 7 as 7 could get in a crap uniform). Me, the couple and the cabin crew were chatting all the way through the flight having a right laugh. I was engaging the HB7 going through the motions and talking to her mate; standard gay cabin type of guy.

All was going well. Flight arrive before schedule (shock horror) and overall is was a good practice that I thought nothing would come of... BUT...

As I get off the plane and get down the stairs, HB7 was lead me (us) across the airfield... we were walking a bit in front of the crowd. SO! She turns to me and hands me a napkin... on the napkin was a number. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back. Then said...

"My friend would really like to meetup with you in Bristol..." As I tried to hide the confused look on my face she ended with... "we're always out there all the time... So give HIM a call"

Thankfully, it quickly dawned on me what had just happened... and thankfully I sharply came with "No problem. I would be good to meet you guys in town".

Hmmmm. Maybe I need to realign my strategy a bit!!!

Gay pivot anyone?

Whoops! Just realised I posted in the wrong section! Sorry!

Hahahaha, wtf xD You just made my evening mate!
Anyways plane is a nice place to sarge. I was on a flight the other day and a bit late found a seat next to a HB8. As I stood there and tried to put my luggage in the locker a regular girl sat in the middle. Well, not bad. I started talking to the Regular Girl (RG) when after a few minutes I noticed the HB reading 'The power of your subsoncious mind'. Perfect! I got her into the conversation, went through some routines, some nlp shit and when the RG went to the toilet I took her seat. In a few minutes I got a good kino with the HB and the RG came back. I was C/F so she didn't mind me stealing her seat. Okay, to the point. Went throught some more routines, cold reading etc. NC and KC at the airport.

Pros of sarging on a plane:
- she can't run away
- she's fixed to a seat so she feels obligated to talk to you in order to not make any problems and since you're nice, why not?
- even better if it's two girls, friends or whatever. Sooner or later one of them will go to the toilet and you will get the chance to make some better kino with the other one (if target).
- flying is booooring, so any form of entertainment is priceless, and girls know it.

Cons:
- if she's a type of woman you don't want to speak to (moaning bitches, nerdy girls, very talkative chicks) your doomed to listen to her for the next couple of hours.
- one mistake can make the rest of the flight uncomfortable

What do you think?

Hahah Love it MB!!!