Hi. I'm a new member here. Just moved to London recently so i can finally have a social life after leaving university.
I'll give a brief rundown of past few encounters. I've got alot to work on despite getting lucky regularly, primarily not getting so drunk.
I'm young and fairly good-looking so if i'm in the right venue I can open well with pretty much any girls out having fun also. No ONS since moving to London though (2 weeks ago).
First night out was wild. Lots of alcohol and i'm playing the fearless fun-loving guy who will literally just turn around and open a girl and not give a single fuck about cold approaching.
Was the last night of the olympics in London and I was in Leicester Square and it was rammed. Not just clubs but also the streets and squares. Awesome atmosphere.
My posts in this thread will get alot more coherent as I move towards more sobre game. Right now I can only report the very obvious things. I've missed out on several oppurtunities because I was too plastered to see the blatant, obvious signs but, then again, I've also made out in disgraceful fashion with some nice girly girls hehe.
Foreign looking girl. Short, blonde, 6. Would fuck, wouldn't gf. With her friend. They're conservative girls and not too drunk. They are fun enough though. I don't think i've ever had a girl be rude to me or reject me in an overly frank fashion. I always open conversationally like they just happen to have stumbled into my fun-filled night and I'm going to chat them up for a bit before rolling on with the party.
Anyway, back to this girl. She was interested but not in a DTF way because she was visiting England with her friend and they were rooming together (at this time I didn't have my own apartment so I was also rooming with another dude). I bailed in a polite non-rejecting manner because I thought it was going nowhere.
Only improvement on this would've been to push extremely hard as soon as i suspected it was going nowhere and thus conclude even sooner and waste less time.
In the smoking area, where most of my verbal game gets spat. I should add now that my two mates are even more shameless than me in terms of opening any remotely hot girl we walk up to. They have balls/no pride haha. I thought i
Anyway, we turn to two girls and dive on in. They're in a bigger group all mixed and mashed around the smoking area. Everyone is drunk and in the party spirit. The smoking area is separated from the street/square by a metal rail but it's just as crowded on either side. I'm drunk as a skunk right now and full of energy. Somehow i find myself alone with the japanese girl out of the pair. To my eyes she is 6-7, but i appreciate asians more than most. She is super into me and keeps saying she's really impressed by blah and blah that i'm rambling about. Infact, even though i was drunk, i did pause for a moment and wonder why she kept saying she was super impressed with me. If i was more coherent I would have been in there like swimwear but i was an oblivious lad.
Then out of nowhere some fucking backpacking wearing traveller looking dude interrupted us to show us some magic tricks in exchange for some money or something. No idea how the fuck he got in looking like some hippy douche bag (maybe he didn't have a backpack on... i'm not sure. but he was dressed like shit). His magic tricks were real good though and i was enthralled. I turned back to the girl about 5 minutes later (of completely ignoring her) to see her leave. I was hit with a mix of confusion and not-giving-a-fuck. But with drunk hindsight that was the blowing of a sure thing. I've done that once before actually. Some girl went to the bathroom so i started entertaining her ug friend out of kindness and i didn't realise 15 minutes later that the girl must've returned a whole 10 minutes ago and proceeded to stare at me, steaming over the fact that i was obliviously ignoring her. This was AFTER she had earlier grabbed my head and yanked it in for the pull. (which had taken me by suprise) Anywya this is from a different city entirely, so not relevant to my new life here.
Went back into the club after jap girl walked away and met my friend on the dance floor and before you know it i am pulling some drunk blondie in a tight red dress. No idea what she looked like properly, but luckily it turned out she was damn fine and my friend was giving me big kudos which further inflated my ego.
She lead me outside because i think her friends were moving to another place and she wanted to go but also definitely wanted me there aswell. She literally walked me out like someone pulling along a dog while she had this grin on her face of bagging a good one. (big ego boost haha). This is the second time a girl has marched me out of a club by the hand and, i can tell you now, there were alot of looks of respect and hate from bouncers and patrons alike. Awesome!!
When we are outside we are caught in the melee of crowds and parties and we start making out in extremely gratuitous manner. She's like 19 and fine as fuck. I'm unashamedly groping her ass. At some point my drunken-protection senses kick in and i realise I'm being lead away from the friend who i'm supposed to be rooming with tonight. I start going in hard with this girl, verbally, and going for the ONS. She says she's with her mates and her dad is picking them all up in 30 minutes. (this seems to be true based on what her drunken rabble mates were also saying and they were visiting from somewhere else). She insists on giving me her number and keeps double checking that i took it down right. I was so unbelievably drunk that I couldn't even type her name and the next day all I had on my phone was a new contact named '.h9' with the number blank. HAHA.
Oddly enough at one point I wander ahead of her within her big group and a cute cuban looking friend of hers links arms with me and latches me by her side. I think i could've seriously got this girl but I was confused since she surely had seen me making out with her friend and also her friend was close behind. I resisted temptation and hastily moved back to grabbing the blondie because I read something Roosh wrote about switching too prematurely can you looking the fool. (that is what reading about game is good for, you can defer to it when you know your drunken mind will make the wrong decision)
Anyhoo, i break off from their group as they approach the dad-pickup-point. I see her a couple hours later still milling on the street but I'm pretty sure her story was still legit or maybe it was a different person. Another possibility is that just because a girl will openly pull me, it does not mean she will put out on the first night and so will come up with an excuse. She was definitely staying with about 10 mates that night but I still believe that girls do have some decency haha and no matter how into you they are, if they are not that type
of girl then you won't get them back first night and that's just fine by me.
Either way, as far as my mates were concerned, i pulled a stunning blondie. Success
It was about 4am now but the streets were still alive. I approached this group of 2 street music player dudes with 2 girls speaking to them. I can tell they didn't know each other prior. I start talking to one of the dudes bullshitting about completely fabricated stuff and he's sober so he's just playing along and probably knows i'm talking crap at that point. Pleasant chap. I then turn to the two girls. One is hot. I mean real hot
8/10. Would gf her (if i was looking for a gf). She likes my energy and can tell i'm fun. I got my arm round her shoulder and she has no problem with it but she's not that drunk and is a good girl, i can tell. She tells me she knows i've been a bad boy that night. And i ask how. She replies that i have lipstick all over my face and a big kiss print on my cheek. I was very drunk at this point and barely registered this.
The next day i saw a pic on facebook and she was absolutely right hahaha. This is also how i know she was real hot, because she was in the picture.
It wasn't going anywhere but she was friendly and had me pegged as a badboy right from the beginning.
Me and my friend wandered into a packed casino at about 4.30am and he somehow won 4 times in a row and made about 100 quid profit even though he could barely stand up at the roulette table. We walked right out, got some food with the winnings and took a cab ride with a speed freak all the way back to west london (he's moved closer now and, besides, i have my own place nearish central london; NW1)
That was one night. I'll post the next two nights after my typing muscles stop aching.