Here’s an update on what’s been happening recently.
There are two HBs currently in my life and they are driving me nuts for different reasons. First, there is super HB 10. If you’ve seen Troy, then you’ll know what I mean when I say she looks like Helen of Troy in that film. Even better than that, though, is this girl is younger, taller and is the next super model. I shit you not, this is the best looking chick I have seen in years and she is classy, sweet…I’ll stop there before I go overboard. It’s weird because I never thought I’d get so interested in a Spanish chick (yes I am still in Spain), so when she waited for me and gave me her number, I was in a dilemma.
I won’t go into the specifics of the problem. The guys on the lounge know what is going on here, but it’s escalating. She saw me on Thursday and gave me her mobile and home number and also the number of a friend of hers who she has told about me. They both want to get together with me. I wish it was as simple as all that. This is driving me nuts at times, and almost tempts me to take a large risk. She is really an outstanding prospect.
The other chick is someone I’ve know a few months and she recently suggested hooking up and has mentioned coming across to England on a visit. I suppose she is about an 8 in looks, and in personality is even higher. I’d like to get to know her even better. We’ll see how it pans out, but it would cool if she follows up on her idea of coming to England during the summer.
Tonight I went out lone wolf and hit an Irish pub. There was a Scando (Norwegian) three set of 2 chicks and one guy. Can anyone say “prime targets”? I opened the guy and won him over within minutes, and he social proofed me and introduced me to the first chick. Also, the barman social proofed me. He knows me from my activities with chicks in his bar in the past. He chatted, shook my hand, and made me seem cool in front of the targets. He wanted to know how I mind-read the Swedish chicks a few weeks ago. He was so taken with the effect, he even remembered the word which the target had mentally sent to me (“birthday”).
An AMOG occupied the target Scando HB 9 before I got socially proofed and introed myself to her through the guy and chick number one. I wanted this to be a tight, socially proofed non-needy sarge where I went in under the radar and they all lovde me. I was 2/3 of the way there having won over the guy and girl number one. Then as I was working on drawing the main target into the conversation through her friends liking me, some Spanish AMOG opened her first. Fuck! I decided not to expend a lot of effort trying to blow the AMOG out, thinking I could hit up new targets in the bar across the road. This was a mistake. I should have staying with the set, after all I’d established a good grounding with the majority of the set.When I got to the new bar, it was dead and the usual Swedish targets who work there were all out at a birthday party. Things that make you go “mmmmmmm…..” Opened one of the HBs there who is a regular, and what strikes me about that place is the chicks think they are up on a pedestal. It is a guy-heavy place at times, and I think the chicks get a lot of attention and this spoils them a bit. They can be a bit uppity in there because they are in demand.
What I would like is a place where the chicks out-number the guys by three to one. What do you call such a place? A fashion shop? A hair salon? Why do guys hang around bars so much if they want to meet girls? A much better place would be a chick heavy environment, like the local male stripper night at your club. I used to go to those places sometimes years ago. My friends would always ask “Why do you want to go there, are you gay?” Of course not, I’m just smart (unlike them!). All those places are chick heavy and full of sexually excited girls who are feeling confident from being egged on by their female cohorts into one of the few socially allowable displays of female sexual aggression. Being a guy in one of those types of situations isn’t gay, it’s SMART.
So, tonight I need to remember to push the sets as far as they will go and not take for granted that there will be more good targets around the corner. And, it let me practice my Swedish (the Norwegians generally understand Swedish well). All good practice in preparation for the Roskilde festival sarging trip to Denmark in July. Is anybody else coming? Email me if you are. Ciao amicos, adios amigos. Hej då vänner, etc.
There are two HBs currently in my life and they are driving me nuts for different reasons. First, there is super HB 10. If you’ve seen Troy, then you’ll know what I mean when I say she looks like Helen of Troy in that film. Even better than that, though, is this girl is younger, taller and is the next super model. I shit you not, this is the best looking chick I have seen in years and she is classy, sweet…I’ll stop there before I go overboard. It’s weird because I never thought I’d get so interested in a Spanish chick (yes I am still in Spain), so when she waited for me and gave me her number, I was in a dilemma.
I won’t go into the specifics of the problem. The guys on the lounge know what is going on here, but it’s escalating. She saw me on Thursday and gave me her mobile and home number and also the number of a friend of hers who she has told about me. They both want to get together with me. I wish it was as simple as all that. This is driving me nuts at times, and almost tempts me to take a large risk. She is really an outstanding prospect.
The other chick is someone I’ve know a few months and she recently suggested hooking up and has mentioned coming across to England on a visit. I suppose she is about an 8 in looks, and in personality is even higher. I’d like to get to know her even better. We’ll see how it pans out, but it would cool if she follows up on her idea of coming to England during the summer.
Tonight I went out lone wolf and hit an Irish pub. There was a Scando (Norwegian) three set of 2 chicks and one guy. Can anyone say “prime targets”? I opened the guy and won him over within minutes, and he social proofed me and introduced me to the first chick. Also, the barman social proofed me. He knows me from my activities with chicks in his bar in the past. He chatted, shook my hand, and made me seem cool in front of the targets. He wanted to know how I mind-read the Swedish chicks a few weeks ago. He was so taken with the effect, he even remembered the word which the target had mentally sent to me (“birthday”).
An AMOG occupied the target Scando HB 9 before I got socially proofed and introed myself to her through the guy and chick number one. I wanted this to be a tight, socially proofed non-needy sarge where I went in under the radar and they all lovde me. I was 2/3 of the way there having won over the guy and girl number one. Then as I was working on drawing the main target into the conversation through her friends liking me, some Spanish AMOG opened her first. Fuck! I decided not to expend a lot of effort trying to blow the AMOG out, thinking I could hit up new targets in the bar across the road. This was a mistake. I should have staying with the set, after all I’d established a good grounding with the majority of the set.When I got to the new bar, it was dead and the usual Swedish targets who work there were all out at a birthday party. Things that make you go “mmmmmmm…..” Opened one of the HBs there who is a regular, and what strikes me about that place is the chicks think they are up on a pedestal. It is a guy-heavy place at times, and I think the chicks get a lot of attention and this spoils them a bit. They can be a bit uppity in there because they are in demand.
What I would like is a place where the chicks out-number the guys by three to one. What do you call such a place? A fashion shop? A hair salon? Why do guys hang around bars so much if they want to meet girls? A much better place would be a chick heavy environment, like the local male stripper night at your club. I used to go to those places sometimes years ago. My friends would always ask “Why do you want to go there, are you gay?” Of course not, I’m just smart (unlike them!). All those places are chick heavy and full of sexually excited girls who are feeling confident from being egged on by their female cohorts into one of the few socially allowable displays of female sexual aggression. Being a guy in one of those types of situations isn’t gay, it’s SMART.
So, tonight I need to remember to push the sets as far as they will go and not take for granted that there will be more good targets around the corner. And, it let me practice my Swedish (the Norwegians generally understand Swedish well). All good practice in preparation for the Roskilde festival sarging trip to Denmark in July. Is anybody else coming? Email me if you are. Ciao amicos, adios amigos. Hej då vänner, etc.
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