Friday-Night Field Report [Nov’ 4th 2016]…Getting Sexual @ The Bar With Thigh-Tattoo Girl


Okay, so Friday evening, I left the house at my usual early time to go hit up the bar: 6:30-7 PM.

In the grand scheme of Game and partying; that is woefully early!

I hot the bar around 7:30, grabbed a glass of Campari Italian liqueur and OJ while awaiting the hot women’s arrival.
Women slowly began to trickle in after 9:30.

At the bar that night

I spotted a sexy chick in black sitting a the bar counter, so I stepped up as though I were to order another drink, sat next to her and began to lay my Game down.

I noticed she had some thighs. But most of all, was a tattoo of a scorpion that stood out.

Within the first 2 minutes of our spirited conversation, my free hand was resting on her thighs (the tattoo), and caressing her thigh also.

The vibe I created was “playful”: not creepy!

Here’s the short-video clip from the bar, which I posted to my Facebook page.

https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=667916136697019&id=134954059993232&refid=52

A still-shot, screenshotted from the bid snippet (the girl’s tattoo)


On that note, what I want you to take away from that short-vid clip is something that I always preach: Be sexual and forward fast!
When in nightlife settings especially, women are already predisposed to the idea of men being dominant, forward, sexual and flirty.

Therefore, use more non-verbal flirting in loud venues. Because after all, the loud music is your ally, and it give you (and the girl) psychological justification to touch, feel and flirt.

Stay tuned for the follow-up post on how Friday night went down.

Two Nights Of Cock-Blockery: Brit Girl Field Report


Thursday nights are usually the beginning of the weekend for me.

I party and night game from Thursday-Sunday. This has been a customary trend of mines for over 12 years now.

I’ve been going out literally every weekend (from Thursday) for the last 13 years: sick, injured, thunderstorm, doesn’t matter, Kenny must hit the bar or club.

Anyway, so the British chick whom I’d picked up some days ago but didn’t get to Day2 with because of other plans on my part, we loosely agreed to meet up Thursday night @ a designated karaoke joint.

I got there early as usual, doing my usual stuff, chatting with loads of women.

I happened to look across the street and spotted the Brit chick surrounded by a pack of other females.

“Dammit”, I said to myself!

I then knew that I was potentially in for some troubleshooting since there are external obstacles in the mix.

Long story short, the Thursday night ended just as I expected: her girlfriends cock-blocked me when I tried to pull around 3:30 AM.

Fast forward to last night: Friday night, I hit her up.

[My texts in green]

I hit back up the same bar which I went to the Thursday night. This was about 7:30 PM (I go out early).

She hits me up after 11 PM that she was on her way…but with her GF’s. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I was livid again!

“Can’t believe this! Two night in a frikkin’ row”!

Here’s the thing too: women hardly ever got out alone. So always expect this to happen whenever gaming girls during nightlife settings.

We managed to meet and chitchat and flirted some. But at every turn, her friends would snatch her away or convince her to go dance.

By all means I did befriend the friends. But it wasn’t solid enough to have an impact.

Long story short: I end up not seeing her for much of the night since I was gaming other girls.

I eventually picked up some chick whom I was caressing the entire night.

I tried to take her home but she freaked out when we got half way.

I texted her the next morning (this morning).

[My texts in green]

Anyway, if you don’t know the story behind how I met this Brit chick, then scroll back a few posts from days ago.

Pulled Home With 5 British Hotties Saturday Morning From The Bar: Friday Night Field Report [PUA Bar Game]


Having gotten my smartphone to come alive again, I unplugged it at about 76%, stuffed it into my pockets and hit the bar for some night game.

I toted along with me a bottle of Jelzin Vodka liqueur which I was drinking prior to leaving my apartment.

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Unsure of whether I could enter the establishment with a bottle of alcohol which I purchased elsewhere, I stayed outside of the bar and slowly sipped on the sweet liqueur while scoping out some prospects.

Within no time, I felt buzzed.

Contrary to popular belief, alcohol doesn’t give me courage whereas I become emboldened to game chicks.

Lots of guys have to drink and get hammered to approach and game.

I on the other hand as a master seducer, alcohol kills my game, included my ability to masterfully lead and work out logistics for a pull. So whenever I drink and I feel that buzzed sensation, it is usually my cue to stop; especially if I intend to take someone home.

I made my way to the counter, ordered some hot wings and an energy drink.

I approached my 1st target of the night, a super-thin chick in a skimpy-black dress. She bolted as I reached out to stop her.

She says to the guy who was with her, “that guy’s trying to talk to me”!

The guy said, “So! What you expect me to do”!?

The chick kept running from me (somewhat playfully) so I rolled off with a sly smile on my face.

Never take so-called rejections to heart!

Embrace that lesson! Take it with a sly smile and move on!

Although I never need to warm up aka “get in state” before approaching meaningful sets, in essence, I was just warming up my social muscles.

Bear in mind also, it was about 9:30 PM, so it was very early. A concept that I’ve since incorporated into my game is that of the infamous pickup coach, Julien Blanc, who taught that early during the night, your sets should just be fuck-around sets.

In other words: just act like a jackass and have fun if it’s early.

Why? Chances are, you are not going to be able to take a girl home early in the night. So instead of gaming girls meaningfully before 12 am, you should have a fuck-around attitude whereas you don’t take any girl seriously as far as trying to take any girl home.

When I first came across that piece of insight many years ago from a Julien video, I mocked it as foolish and backwards.

Years later, I see its practicality.

Hence, last night, every chick I chatted up before 12 am, was in a non-pull type of manner.

I was dicking around for the most part.

By 10 o’clock, the venue was packed like sardines. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a sausage fest.

There was this sexy girl standing beside the entrance, dancing next to 4 other girls who seemed like they were all together.

I approached indirectly, as though I was heading out of the venue, then I turned:

Me: “Hey, I just wanna inform you that by the time the night is over, we are gonna be dancing like lovers into the morning”.

She smiled and laughed.

Just the reaction I wanted.

Me: “Mark it on your to-do-list”.

I then rolled off after placing my hand on her shoulder as if to say, “take care”.

I went back to the bar counter and began eye-fucking her from about 20 yards away.

Shortly afterwards, a very thin chick appears and grabbed a seat in the loungy area.

I immediately approached:

Me: “Hey, I think I remember your face from last weekend. We almost kissed”.

She had a super-shocked expression on her face with mouth gaped wide open as if to say, “Me”!!!!?

Girl: “It wasn’t me”!

Me: “Oh really. Why you had to say it like that. I didn’t realize I was that ugly”!

She laughs.

Girl: “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t here last weekend”.

Me: “Cool. But I notice you eye-fucking from across the bar. That’s not a nice thing to do, so that’s why I had to approach you”.

She laughs with the usual and expected shocked expression.

We chatted a bit more then I rolled off.

Guys- here’s another note- whenever running bar/club game: always fucking roll off!

Here’s a field-report article I posted back in 2011, which shows that the “roll off” was and is a huge part of my PUA method.

Last night’s club observation (2011)

You don’t want to give the girl the scary impression that you’re going to pester her all night.

You do this later in the night. But while it’s early, you approach, say your bit, charm her up then roll the fuck off!

You will always see her again during the night.

Most guys make the mistake of trying to lock in ASAP.

I went to lean up against the wall [a sin in game] for a bit.

A chick walks by.

As I went to step to approach in order to open her with a comment/observation on her tattoo, some clown dude stepped in between us, and inadvertently blocked me off from the girl.

Approach botched.

I was going to tell her that she has a kick-ass tatt. Charm her a bit then roll off.

There was this girl from a 2-set who kept eye-fucking me as she saunters by, looking at me in a snarky way and sucking her teeth as we locked eyes.

This is a great sign by the way.

I followed her in order to open, and to possibly dance wit her (though I can’t dance for shit), but it was so packed in there, I lost her in the mix.

“FACK”!

Turned around and there she was smiling at me as if it were a game of cat-and-mouse.

I pursued, grabbed her by the hand, she gives in:

Me: “Why the fuck are you checking me out! Didn’t your mother teach you manners”!

She laughs and yells in my ear:

Girl: “Fuck you”!

Me: “You don’t want a real man. That’s why you’re afraid of me”!

Note: just talk shit! Talk gibberish!

Guys, you need to realize that nothing said in the bar/club should be weighty and serious.

Fuck around!

Say all sorts of nonsensical BS!

Women love it!

Again- guys make the crucial mistake during night game particularly- of logicking girls to frikkin’ death by talking about logical, rational, mundane and boring shit: work, school, siblings, life, etc!

“No, No, No”!!!!

Logics don’t work with women!

Logics and logical facts are the antithesis of attractive to women.

Also bear in mind that in the bar and nightclubs, women are inebriated.

They are drinking! Hence, nothing you say of logics holds weight to women!

You have a girl drinking, dancing and looking to hit buying temperature, yet here you, Mr AFC, coming along, talking about, “so where did you go to school”?

“GTFOH dude”!

Nothing said inside of a bar should make sense!

Just ramble about anything stupid!

Talk shit as you see me doing!

Women aren’t going to be weirded out and get turned off! They will get turned off once you approach asking interview-type chode questions like, “So what’s you name? Are you from around here”?

Anywho, I rolled off as per my routine.

I bumped into her again, but this time dancing with some guy whom she apparently knows.

She reaches out to me with her hand:

Girl: “Hey you”!

I can’t quite remember her entire comment.

Me: “Who told you you could dance? You can’t”!

Obviously I said this playfully.

Whenever being a dick, remember to do it with a smile. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Girl: “Shut up! I can dance better than you”!

She gives me the hand to the face (playfully).

I rolled off again.

Another note: rolling off the way that I do, indicates (strategically):

1.) It tells the girl that I am NOT desperate

2.) It tells the girl that I am NOT a stalker

3.) It tells the girl that I possibly have options

Therefore, rolling off has no downside except while pulling and trying to get the girl home.

What do most guys do from the contrary? They stay right there with drink in hand, watching the girl like they’re lost for words and don’t know what to say next.

Shit gets awkward because of that, and most guys are DONE! They kill their chances/first impression within 1 swoop.

Anyway, some time goes by, and I ran across the girl in the 4 set which was dancing by the entrance.

This time, she was on her way to order something from the bar.

Me: “Hey, hey, hey, where you going already”!

I said to her dominantly yet playfully with my arms out, as if I were trying to bar her from going forward.

Most guys don’t do this. They ultra-passively and meekly try to get the girl’s attention, hoping she’d notice them and stop. ๐Ÿ˜† ๐Ÿ˜†

Note: music, noise, lights, alcohol and lots of people.

How the heck do you expect to get a girl’s attention while your demeanor and comportment are that of a low-energied Ben Carson !?

To take it further with politics analogy: you have to become Donald Trumpish when trying to get girls to focus on you in such a venue.

By “Trump-like”, I mean loud, expressive and animated.

If a girl walks by you in the venue, being monotone in your voice, and low energy, won’t avail you 1 bit.

Hence the reason I jumped in front of the girl with my 2 arms stretched out as if to stop her, while I slightly gave way so that she can get closer to me.

As she got closer, I strategically put a hand on her shoulder to bring her to a halt, so that I can reiterate what I said:

“Where do you think you’re going young lady”?

Girl: “To the bar to buy a drink”.

Me: “Oh! Let’s go”!

I took her arm and led her to the bar counter while she gave an expression which said, “What is going on here? I don’t even know this guy”!

Me: “What do you want, a cocktail”?

Girl: “No. I’m gonna buy just a water”.

She zips her purse open as if to retrieve some cash.

Me: “Yo, yo, you! I got this”!

Girl: “You’re gonna pay for the water”?

Me: “Yea. Bartender, give this young lady a bottle of water. I’m paying”.

She grabbed her water, said thanks and went back to her friends.

Now, why did I do that, essentially breaking the #1 rule of pickup (“don’t buy girls drinks”)?

1.) Buying a girl a drink won’t blow me out at all

2.) I wasn’t trying to buy the girl via the drink

Listen, the reason why most guys blow themselves out whenever they buy girls drinks, is the sub-communication, and the other aspects surrounding the interaction.

Guys would buy the girl a drink as a way to buy conversation.

This isn’t just low value, but it’s sneaky in the most obvious way.

Whenever I buy a girl a drink- which I don’t do- there is no discernible catch!

I buy and let her go!

I don’t buy and then trail behind of her like a lap-dog, expecting a goddamn treat via convo!

Surely I want something. But I will go about it indirectly, in order to avoid a stigmatic backlash.

Okay, so the chick went back to her friends and I dicked around some more in the jam-packed bar.

A while later, while standing around outside, I overheard a bunch of British accents to my right.

I didn’t think much of it, so I went back inside.

Again, I ran into the chick for whom I’d bought the drink.

Since it was already 12 am, it was that time to throw down some real game, in hopes of seeding a pull.

The girl whom I’d bought the water for ,I bumped into her again, so I took that opportunity to try to pull her.

Long story short: we chatted and flirted for about 5 minutes before exchanging numbers.

I texted her right away.

My plan was to try to see if I could extract her to the outside of the venue, sans her friends.

Generally, it’s a terrible idea to number close a bar/club girl since she won’t quite take to you…once the alcohol has worn off the following day.

I rolled the dice anyway because I had all intentions to contact her right away to see if it was possible to pull.

It was a mammoth task indeed, since she wasn’t alone, but with 3 other girls and a gay guy.

An additional good thing working for me was that she’s sober, having drunk only water for the night. So I won’t have to deal with a sloppy girl with the attention span of an ant due to inebriation.

Through text, I managed to get her to go outside.

However, the gay guy- her friend- shortly joined her as she was waiting around on a bench outside the bar.

“FACK”!!!

Her gay friend’s now operating as an indirect cock-blocking obstacle.

Here’s the chat @ that very moment [my texts in green]

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I went back inside of the venue to burn some time before finding more feasible logistics with the girl.

As I was waiting around, I decided to chat up a group of British girl, a 5 set, that was standing around having cocktails.

After about 2 minutes, I selected my target by focusing on 1 girl.

Since the temperature was sweltering inside the venue, they all decided to go outside and sit on some benches…so I went with them.

I was locked-in with the British girl whom I was trying to seduce.

As a sidebar joke, I said to the other 4 girls (and 1 guy): “Hey, ***** is now my new wife”.

They all burst out laughing and congratulated us on the marriage, while asking why they never received invitation.

All the while, I was trying to isolate her from the group in order to get romantic and physical since the flirting was on high.

Me: “Can I borrow my wife for a second”? I said to the group.

“Sure! She’s your wife”! They exclaimed.

That’s all I wanted to hear: consent.

I said to her, “C’mon”. I motioned with my head and hand for us to go in back of an SUV which was parked just about 5 yards behind of us.

We moved and immediately started to make out.

We paused for a selfie intermission.

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For some reason, I just wanted my tongue lodged down a girl’s throat last night.

Lesson here: Go for it!

Don’t waste time pussy-footing when it’s crunch time!

I began to caress her juicy British thighs as she stood in front of me with her ass pressed up against my crotch.

I got a message from the girl whom I was texting minutes earlier: the girl whom I bought the water for.

She wanted to know where I was…though I told her in front of a blu van…but that was how long ago.

I quickly dismissed the water girl since her logistics were more challenging for the SNL (Same-Night Lay) pull. So I threw my phone back into my pocket and commenced the romancing with this Brit stranger whom I’d just met about 10 minutes prior.

Her friends, the other 4 girls, said that they were going back inside of the venue, but I encouraged my chick to stay out with me a bit longer.

Her friends hesitantly relented as I said to them, “I won’t kidnap her. I’ll keep her safe for sure”.

As her friends went inside, we continued.

I wanted her to give me a handjob right then and there, but cars kept passing as we were exposed to a busy-ass street.

In any case, she kept playfully grabbing my cock to see if I was hard.

She wanted to go back inside to grab a cocktail [no pun intended] and dance with me.

I wasn’t quite up for it.

All I wanted to do was to shag down at that point. We eventually went back inside, she grabs a $10 drink which she paid for herself.

We goofed around and danced a bit.

Her girlfriends, the 4 of them, including a guy whom appeared to have come with them, were seated sipping drinks and watching some music videos on the jumbo monitor.

A while after, the Brits decided to go back outside to sit on the benches, so we went with them.

At that very moment, we were taking selfies and shit, so I had my phone out just in case.

We were acting naughty as hell.

Here’s a darkened video from when the girls were being naughty and I told them all to behave.

https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=615230095298957&id=134954059993232

Sitting around for a bit, the girls became tired I assumed (it was approaching 2 AM).

Plus they all had an early morning flight to catch back to England.

They haven’t even packed they said.

This was perfect in my opinion: we can all leave…together. ๐Ÿ˜‰

The girls said their farewells to some other girl(s) whom they’d met throughout the night.

This darkened video is also from that moment while we all walked back to their temporary pad.

As usual, some AFC gathers balls at the last second and decides to try to offer us a ride, as a last-ditch effort to tag along and get some action…or cock-block.

Failed!

https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=615230701965563&id=134954059993232

Five girls, 1 guy, included myself as the only stranger.

How powerful was that, that I didn’t even know any of them: not even my target.

What does this show, apart from huge balls and logistical skills on my part?

It shows that once you lock in at the right moment of the night, you can plant yourself into the set, and get to go home with the girl(s).

Moreover, most guys don’t get to take girls home because they don’t try.

That is not even in their reality (to pull), so it rarely ever happens unless the girl suggests…which isn’t too often.

However, as an experienced seductionist, I knew what I wanted, and what I had to do in order to achieve this.

The remainder of the morning was capped off perfectly ๐Ÿ˜‰ .

We never even bothered to exchange #’s and shit.

Why not!?

This chick is back in the UK right now. So why would I even bother to # close her?

I don’t even remember her name honestly.

Here’s 1 of the group photos we took last night outside of the bar.

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My target and I on the far right

What is the grand lesson here that you should take away from this article?

โ€ขHave fun and screw around

โ€ขTake nothing seriously early during the night

โ€ขChat to numerous girls in the venue in order to create a bubble of leads

โ€ขActively look to pull later during the night

Lastly, lead, suggest and don’t just be a statue hoping to be taken along at the end of the night.

Act as though you are part of the clique just as I did!

These girls didn’t know me from a hole in the wall. But I gave off the vibe as though we were roomies.

I leave you with a video I put together not long ago, about pulling from the bars and nightclubs.

When Hot Bartender Gets A Bit Jealous

Last weekend, I picked up this bartender chick (off the job).

I tried to get her to my place…to no avail.

Friday night, she texted me, telling me to come by (the bar) @ 8…to see her.

I did stop by after 1 am [after the walk of death which had me lost in the woods]…but I happened to meet another girl at the same bar whom I was gaming throughout the night.

The bartender chick then got a bit jealous after she realized that I was chatting this girl up in the courtyard area of the venue when I was supposed to be there keeping her company…I guess.

Moral of the story: hot girls love guys who are pre-selected and are accustomed to getting what they want.
[Her texts in white. Mines in green]

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[Her texts in white]

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Obviously I exaggerated the whole thing.

As far as she saying I have lots of my plate, the reason she said that was because she seen me charming up a few girls in the venue while some of them were visibly eye-fucking me…not because I’m some rockstar, athlete or handsome guy. But because I carry myself as one!

This girl knows what I want [to sleep with her]. But as expected: girls will play cat-and-mouse about the inevitable.

Lastly, there is no girl too hot for me to shit on.

Lots of guys put bartenders and other hired-guns on pedestals because of their superficial beauty.

Kenny doesn’t play that game. I treat super-hot girls as if they were ugly ducklings, by putting them off, dismissing them and gaming other girls right in front of them.

I don’t merely do this just to be a dick. But if you understand seduction, you would’ve known that this sort of behavior is what gets hot girls glued to you!

Do you have the cojones to blow off a hot bartender who invites you to her workplace to spend some time?

If you don’t, then I urge you to get some balls!

Sticking around here you will learn very quickly, that hot girls are no harder to game and bed than ugly ones.

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Kenny P and hot bartender picked up last weekend during day game

New Video—> Date 2 Sex With Bodybuilder, Nutritionist, Vegan Chick



NEW VIDEO—> How Revealing Weaknesses And Vulnerabilities Will Make Her Comfortable And Get You Closer Yo Poon-Town.

I Also Briefly Talk About Why Girls Will Flake (stand you up) If They See You As Too Alpha, Why They Will Flake On Brad Pitt, And A New Insight I Learned About How To Reduce Flaking.

+10 Full Minutes Of Infield Footage From 1st. Date 2 Lay Of A Bodybuilding, Nutritionist, Vegan Chick Who Annoyed The Crap Out Of Me With All The Nutrition And Health Talk.ย BTW, I Had Picked Her Up On POF Days Prior To Our Rendezvous.


Note: this amateur video was shot in an undisclosed location on the island of ************** ๐Ÿ™‚ .

The biggest point here I want you to take away is vulnerabilities and weaknesses.

I’ll address that in a follow-up post.

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Almost Got Into A Bar Brawl With 2 Chumps + Physically Assaulted By Some Random Chick [Wednesday Night Field Report]


Wednesday night was on record, my worst night in years.

What a way to kick off 2016!

Ok, let’s get straight into the field report.

Wednesday evening while rummaging through my smartphone about 5 blocks away from a popular lounge-hangout spot, a 3-set (mixed set: 1 guy and 2 girls) walked passed me, but I hardly took notice of them until I overheard the New York accent coming from the girls.

As a quasi ex-pat New Yorker, I have an ear for the distinct NYC accent which stands out like a rusty coin among pearls.

I immediately took note at that moment while they had already passed.

“What an ass on the girl on the right”!

I said to myself.

Something told me that they were headed to the same spot which I was intending to hit up…so I went along shortly afterwards.

Lo and behold; they’re here!

They had in fact beat me to the bar & lounge.

I immediately approached both of them, while wedging myself betwixt as they stood at the counter ordering drinks it seemed.

With a curious look on my face as I point to my target (HB on the right) as if I knew them from somewhere:

Me: “About 6 years ago…we were great buddies”.

As expected, they both looked at me puzzled.

Girls: “Huh”?

Me: “You don’t remember me? You are such a damn player you know that? I actually feel offended right now that we have so much history yet you don’t remember me”.

They both laughed as my target (HB#1) tries to recollect my face and our history.

Remind you- this was total BS! I didn’t know them at all. But this was just 1 of my favorite routines and openers in order to break some ice with intrigue.

I turned to the other HB and said to her, “She’s a player, isn’t she”?

Both girls burst out laughing once more.

My target struggles for answers:

Target (HB#1): “I was here back in 2010 and 2012 but for a stint”.

Me: “Aha! You see! 2010 was 6 years ago since it’s now 2016. You see! So it must be you! We have some great history”.

After a while, I phase-shift to another topic to avoid milking the opener.

We had a 3-way chat for about 10 minutes before they grabbed a seat with the guy whom I came to find out later on, was just their quasi tour-guide for the evening.

I accompanied both of them to their seats while we chatted about the old city of NY: who is from where, etc.

Me: “By the way, ya’ll sorta have a Brooklyn accent”.

HB’s: “Well she’s from Brooklyn and I’m from Queens. Where you from”?

Me: “Uptown”.

HB’s: “Uptown is dirty as hell”.

Me: “The whole NYC is dirty as hell”!

HB’s: “True”!

While they sat and sipped their mixed drinks, the guy with whom they came- their chaperon- grabbed a seat next to them also.

Ay that point, I remained standing between the 2 HB’s who were seated on high chairs while the chode dude sat across the table from us.

After a while- perhaps 20 minutes- realizing that the girls were totally into my vibe, the jealous Beta-Male dude began sending subtle messages my way…as if he were trying to tell me to leave.

He kept on eyeing me down aggressively.

I believe since he wasn’t inebriated enough, he started guzzling his beers like a fish; apparently to gain some liquid courage to confront me!

Some time had further elapsed and the girls and I were hitting it off as though we were buddies from time immemorial!

We had tons in common, but most interesting: New York City.

The bulk of our entire conversation was based on NYC.

The guy whom they came with, on the other hand, having always been a local (I can tell from his heavy local accent), didn’t have the luxury to strike that commonality between himself and the girls, hence he felt marginalized and left out.

That infuriated him by the second as I was able to clearly spot that in his eyes and demeanor.

As the minutes ticked away and turned into an hour, he became slightly belligerent (exaggeratingly so) as he was now pointing at me, shouting for me to “fuck off”!

“Fuck off”!

“Get out of here”!

“The girls don’t want to talk to you”!

“Leave”!

Throughout all of this, I merely acknowledged the guy besides nodding my head at him whenever he would yell “Fuck off”!

The thing is with me, I always try to exhibit calm in the face of a storm.

A storm was brewing but I kept myself calm for however long it was humanly possible.

The guy egged and egged and egged and pushed for a reaction but I kept brushing it off.

The chode: “You’re a cheap muthafucka! You didn’t even buy the girls any fucking drink and you want to talk to them! Buy them drinks man or get lost! Get the fuck out of here now”!!!

This’ a classic AMOG move that he tried to pull by calling me cheap in the presence of women in order to blow me out.

Guys- AFC’s (Average Frustrated Chumps)- do this shit all the time where they’d try to berate you in front of the girl in hopes that she rejects you. But as long as you remain somewhat non-reactive, you’re still in the game.

In the face of his lame-shit AMOG attempts failing, the Beta punk felt compelled to do something more dramatic, so he got up from his seat, walk towards me but from the periphery as if he were to walk behind me.

I didn’t think much of it as far as a physical threat was concerned, but he grabbed me by the shirt from behind and pulled me outside the entrance which was only about 5 yards from where we congregated.

I honestly didn’t feel physically threatened as he dragged me outside. I don’t remember what was said while we were outside, but I believe I said something to the tune of “chill out dude. I’m warning you”.

I pulled away from him and slapped his hand from my shit and re-entered the venue.

I grabbed me a $10 coconut rum and pineapple-juice mixed from the bar while the 2 HB’s were getting some chicken for themselves and the chump guy.

Now here is the deal just to catch you up to speed: The guy was the spender. He accompanied them there as their virtual tour-guide, he was spending on them and somehow felt he was responsible for their security.

By virtue of the fact that he brought them there and he was spending on them, he felt as though they were indebted to him.

The other thing is: this dude barely knew them but through relatives.

He was basically a friend of the family…the girl’s family.

That’s all! So this clown was not a boyfriend of any of the girls. Hence, for him to get all jealous out of shape wasn’t warranted.

I said to 1 of the girl in her ear, “Is he your date or something? He seems to be mighty jealous. If he likes you or something, I’ll just leave”.

Girl: “No he’s not our date! He’s just a friend of the family. I don’t care if he likes me. I’m not into him”!

She exclaimed!

The guy sort of overheard this, so it infuriated him even more, especially since he was being put on the spot by the girl, with me being the chief architecture of the AMOG comeback.

The entire time, there was no music playing in the venue. But they finally cranked it up upon our request after an hour.

The funny thing is, as the night went on, I started to notice that I had more (sexual) chemistry with the girl (HB#2) who wasn’t my original target.

Not only that, but she seemed to have liked me a great deal more than the girl whom I had originally targeted.

When you become good at this, you’ll be able to read subtleties and cues such as the girl’s demeanor and sub-communications which will give her away.

The girl whom I liked more- my original target- though she was definitely engaging me, her cousin was giving off more of a stronger “I like you” vibe than she was.

I sensed this and subtly switched targets.

I grabbed girl #2’s hands and began playfully caressing it as some semi-sensual music played.

While this was all carrying on, the butt-hurt chode was showing me his fist and middle finger as if to say he’s going to punch me.

I paid him not much attention as I told the girls that when I’m warmed up, I’m going to dance with both of them.

Since I was positioned in the middle of them, I grabbed their hands and sorta twirled while I simulated a slow Salsa type move as we giggled over my lack of dancing skills.

Me: “Just wait until I’m warmed up. I’m gonna dance the fuck out of you 2”!

They laughed.

All this time, the butt-hurt Beta-Male sat brooding, sulking and eyeing me while making subtle and overt threats.

While taking selfies, I got HB #2 to get up from her high chair, I threw a hand around her shoulders and began to gyrate my torso up against her sexy thighs as my original target- girl #1- took some photos of us.

Me: “Why don’t you show me what you got”?

HB#2: “I’m not warmed up yet”.

All while this was going on, the butt-hurt vermin was whispering with 2 other guys as though they were plotting against me as far as ways in which to sabotage the set.

They didn’t appear threatening to me while they did this (look, stare, chuckle, etc). More so defeated as if they were saying to themselves, “Just leave bruh! These girls like you and we are here in exile because they like you”.

Hence, it was amusing to me that these 3 bozos were too damn pussy to step up to the plate and spit their game!

I wasn’t fucking blocking any of those clowns from interrupting and taking the floor!

Meanwhile, they chose to tool themselves out like little pussies by staying on the sidelines slinging threats and guzzling their booze in apparent defeat.

The 3 of us took more selfies as I grind on the booty of HB #2.

I didn’t at all get to dance with my original target (HB#1) whom I had approached initially, because she remained seated literally for the entire night.

HB #2 was making all the runs to the bar counter and back, thus she was standing just enough for me to take her hand, turn her around and dance on her booty.

As she sat again, I resumed caressing her hand, an act which was visible to the 2 buffoons.

In essence, I was giving them an impromptu demonstration of how to escalate on a girl, how to seduce a girl in a bar environment, how to work a 2-set (2 girls) and how pick-up works overall!

AFC’s hate to be shown up by a guy who knows how to connect with random women.

Bear in mind: these 2 HB’s were random chicks whom I had cold-approached about 2 hours earlier in the same bar/lounge.

This sort of feat is unimaginable to the average guy’s little brain and his poor reality of how things are supposed to be.

Anyway, so as time ticked on, I had both HB’s fawning over me: 1 on the left, the other on my right while I was sandwiched between them with each hand holding a hand of theirs closest to mines.

Make no mistakes about it: I was NOT blatantly rubbing shit in the turd’s faces. I could’ve acted a complete dick and show-off, but I kept a James Bond sort of coolness about the whole thing while putting some shade on it.

I don’t look to create enemies in the field, nor to intentionally make guys hate my guts.

In any case, the main antagonist began to provoke me again as he loudly exclaimed:

“Get the fuck out of here man! The girls don’t want to talk to you! Just leave! Just leave”!

What I heard was: “Give us a chance bro…please! We’re begging you”!

I then said to him: “listen bro. The girls are here! Come talk to them! Do your thing! I’m not stopping you”!

I urged and urged and urged him on to come game the girls but he wasn’t up for the task so he gave me the middle finger and dropped back in his seat. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

I knew he wasn’t going to step up to the plate so I purposely put him on the spot and tooled him out.

I then said to the HB’s:

“Listen, if I’m a bother here or I’m interrupting something, please lemme know and I will leave right now because I don’t want to ruin anyone’s time. So if this dude likes one of y’all, let me know and I’ll leave”.

HB’s: “We don’t know who he likes but we here to have fun so we don’t see the point in you leaving just because he’s acting like an ass”.

Well said!

I knew they didn’t want me to leave, but I had to shake things up a bit by threatening to leave.

I indirectly presented them with 2 options:

1.) I leave and they get bored out their minds and stuck with men who are afraid to talk to women

2.) I stay and make their night worth it

It was a no-brainer: “STAY KENNY”!

The guy started again: “You cheap bastard! Buy the girls a fucking drink man”!

Dude kept harping on that all night: that I was cheap because I never bought the girls drinks and he had already doled out over 100 XCD dollars in alcohol and chicken with nothing to show for it. Meanwhile, I didn’t spend a dime on them and I was enjoying their company.

This must really bruise the fucking ego of guys who hold dear to the belief that buying girls drinks is a must for conversation, yet I didn’t buy shit but was getting all of the conversation.

Moreover, when you distill that shit down to its essence (the guy’s argument about me not buying drinks), you get to realize that what this chode is implying is that one should have to buy conversation from women.

Really!

That is the underlying message of such babbling: that a guy should buy women drinks if they want to hold conversation. Now, if that isn’t the ultimate low-value shit: then I don’t know what is!

After some time, I noticed the 2nd guy grabbing a seat nearer to my original target and he proceeded to talk to her but quickly got drowned out by the music which smothered his teenage-monotone voice.

From the looks of it: this chode #2 couldn’t have been no more than 19 years old. He had a super baby-face with an even lighter voice to match.

Instead of getting up, stepping to the fucking girl by coming over the shoulder to talk into her ear (because the music was a bit loud thus he has plausibility), the inexperienced chump lad elected to remain seated while trying to say something to the girl from about 7 yards away (he sat facing her) but the girl was unable to hear him so he quit talking mid-sentence and went back to sit down at his original post with the other 2 guys.

It was as if they were taking turns, sending 1 man in to see what happens. When he gets shot down (or fails to make progress); come back, and send the next chode in!

I watched this all go down while SMH (Shaking My Head) and feeling somewhat sad for these losers.

Remind you, during the entire 2 + hours in the venue, I virtually never left my post which was between both HB’s high chairs. While they sat for the most part, I stood between them while my elbows and hands rested on the arm of their chair. So I was in arm reach and earshot of both girls.

Whenever we conversed (which was the whole 2 + hours), the 3-way interaction took place through both of my ears. Hence, I was locked-in tight.

By virtue of my positioning alone, any guy who wanted a piece of the action, had to approach dead-on and get up close and personal by encroaching on the girl’s personal space.

Since most men are social cowards, they cannot fathom the idea of getting that close to a girl who’s a stranger.

In my case, the fact that these girls were random strangers didn’t prevent me from holding them, caressing their fingers (both HB’s), hugging and gyrating my groin on their fluffy asses.

Hence, when guys who piss their pants at the mere thought of approaching women, witness another man (myself) being intimate off the bat with 2 hotties, it shatters their fragile reality and fucks their perception of things.

Noticing that the younger tool had the appearance of a dejected and defeated man, I said to him:

“Hey dude, I’m not stopping you from talking to the girls. Which 1 do you like. I will step away and allow you space”!

He sucked his teeth and looked away with a vexed-facial expression as he chugged his booze.

I guess he thought I was trying to AMOG/tool him while I was genuinely going to step aside had he only stepped up again to verbalize which of the 2 HB’s he wanted. But pride: that fucking thing called pride, kills most men.

The thing is, I was physically and sexually attracted to both girls, though I developed more chemistry with girl #2. But I was willing to ditch girl #2 and proceed to full-on game girl #1 while allowing 1 of those butt-hurt chodes to game girl #2 or 1 for that matter.

I wasn’t being selective! The choice was theirs…as long as the girl takes them on of course.

For crying out loud, if I were to close (try to seal the deal), it would’ve been a bit tricky if I were the only guy trying to pull both girls back to my spot for instance.

Therefore, I would’ve loved to have a wingman only for situations like these, which would enable me to get 1 girl off my hands so as to concentrate on the other. So instead of these dummies, or at least 1 of them, taking the bait I threw out and come assist me assist them, they chose to remain seated and sulk the entire fucking time like little bitches, drinking away their pains and throwing threats left and right.

Anywho, so the young chump sucked his teeth when I told him to come talk to the girl of his choice.

The girls ordered more drinks and I bantered with them about they being too intoxicated to drink any more alcohol, so if they wanted me to buy them a juice instead.

Although I was joking, HB #2 was indeed on her way to being toasted with just 1 more sip so she got up and went to the restroom. For all I know, she went to puked her guts out.

I then switched back to my original target (HB#1):

Me: “Hey, it’s getting pretty late and I may head out just now. Do you use Whatsapp messenger”?

HB#1: “Yea I do but I’m gonna get hit with roaming charges. By the way, aren’t you into my cousin”?

In other words, she was implying that I like her cousin (HB#2), so why would I be asking her for her number?

Me: “Does your cousin like me? It’s a serious question I wanna know”.

She smiled coyly.

The impression I gathered was that she- HB#1 was interested in me- so she didn’t quite want to admit that her cousin (HB#2) had liked me, fearing that I would change my mind about grabbing her number and proceed to chat up HB#2 and get her # instead…hence why she dodged the question I asked: “does your cousin like me”?

Before I was able to actually grab her number, HB#2 comes back from the restroom, so I didn’t bother proceed with the # grabbing until I was clear on which 1 of these HB’s would’ve been more of a solid pull.

When HB#2 sat back down, I asked her also if she has a working-mobile phone while here on vacation.

She confirms. But before I was able to proceed to grab her digits, the chief antagonist jumped up from his seat and became loud once more, and even more aggressive (though he never overheard the #-close attempt by me).

This time, I actually felt threatened as he was throwing threats across the high-glass table which separated myself and the girls from him and his 2 cohorts.

My body tensed up in a self-protection mode. My antennas (my ears) stood straight up, and my awareness of the environment around me was on high alert as my senses anticipated imminent danger.

The adrenaline was pumping as the guy got belligerent and even louder:

“Leave muthafucka! I been telling you to leave the whole fucking night”!

As anticipated, he made his way around the table as though he was coming to approach me.

I dropped my smartphone and MP3 player into my pocket just to free my right hand in the event of having to smash his face in with a right hook which was closest to where he was.

Sensing that he was drunk from guzzling what appeared to me like a dozen beers in rapid succession (I counted the empty cans that were on the far side of the table where he was seated), I knew he wasn’t physically able to manhandle me if it came down to a rumble (though he was bigger than me).

Being that I only had 1 drink which I barely finished, I was still in full presence of mind and coherent.

He swung around the table violently and tried to approach me from behind with a closed can of beer in his hand.

For all I knew; he was intending to strike me with the can of beer.

That’s all I said to myself within a flash as everything unfolded!

Sensing immediate danger, I surprisingly flew at him (which caught him off guard) and drove him back before he was able to raise his hand with the can [if that was his intent]:

Me: “Yo muthafucka, if you dare walk up on me again I’ll fuck your drunk ass up”! ๐Ÿ˜ก ๐Ÿ˜ก

He undoubtedly seen the intense rage and fire burning in my eyes, tone and temperament. So he knew the games were over and I finally had enough of his faggotry!

I walked him down with my fists balled tight as he back-peddled almost tripping over his own feet.

Chode: “Yo what is your problem! What I do to you”!

Me: “I will wipe the floors with your punk ass you coward bitch”!

Chode: “What I do”!?

Me: “The bitches are here all night but instead of stepping up like a real man you get jealous of me you punk muthafucka! I should knock your head the fuck off”!

At this point, the venue had erupted in gasps and shouts with the girls yelling, “Let’s not fight! Come on guys! Chill”!

The bartender guy eventually held me back while the chump’s friends grabbed him by the shirt and held him back.

As his 2 buddies finally decided to get up and grabbed him, he then became emboldened and proceeded to rush me while the bartender guy and some other random guy held me back, shouting for me to “calm down”!

During the fray, I was able to take note of other random guys who weren’t even part of the night, yelling in my direction as though they were telling me to leave the venue as if I was the main-provoking agent here.

I guess they too felt blighted that I was talking to the girls while they were robbed of any action.

I also noticed that the younger guy who looked like a teenager (perhaps 19), was slinging threats at me from the sidelines so I started on him.

Me: “If you want some of this too you little muthafucka you can step up”!

Young guy: “What! What you getting me involved in”!?

Me: “You there the whole night like some little bitch snickering with your friend and getting all jealous instead of stepping up”.

Young guy: “Fuck you man”!

Me: “Yea! Come on then you young punk! You drink a few beers and think you’re a man”!

He then jumped up from his seat which was about 8 yards from where I stood. But we were divided by the high-glass table, by the 2 girls and the scores of guys who were holding me back just a second ago.

I then swung around the table and rushed towards him. But before I was able to get close enough to grab him by the neck, 3 guys snatched me by the arms and waist:

“Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo he’s not worth it! This is not the place for fighting. Take it outside if anything”!

I guess the bartender was the one to say that.

Me: “Let’s take it outside muthafucka! You young punk”!

I was so irate from the fracas that I grabbed my stuff from the glass table and left without acknowledging the girls again as far as to grab a number!

As I was leaving, I noticed the girls leaving also but in an uber-cab.

Everyone’s night spoiled because of some Beta-Male chumps who didn’t have the cojones to talk to the girls!

I Got Assaulted By Random Girl

I made my way about 6 blocs from the bar & lounge where the fracas went down.

I just wanted to clear my fucking head as I was infuriated with ears blowing steam as if they were boilers attached to my head!

As I stood leaning on a car with smartphone in hand, browsing through Facebook, I heard a commotion coming my way:

“Get in the car girl! Don’t you see you’re drunk! Let us take you home”!

Random girl: “Fuck y’all! I ain’t going home”!

Though they were loud, I tried not to pay it much mind as the vehicle slowly drove down the road with male passengers yelling at this girl to “get in”.

As they drew nearer, my eyes slightly glanced up from my phone:

“Whack”!!!!!

I got sucker-punched in the jaw by this belligerent-drunken chick!

I was stunned in the sense that this was so unexpected and frikkin’ random!

The passengers and driver jumped out the SUV trying to drag her in but she came at me again and slapped away:

“Bam, Bam, Whack, Whack, bam, whack”!!!!

I was struck in the jaw and lip multiple times by this random fucking chick!

She yelled:

“You don’t know me muthafucka! I would fuck your ass up. I’m a bad fucking bitch! You messed with the wrong one! I’m the wrong one”!

I’m like, “Huh!? Who the fuck are you”!?

Some dude was in the middle of us trying to part her from wailing away at me.

The most I did was to raise 1 hand just to shield her featherweight punches and slaps while she grabbed onto my shirt with 1 hand and whacked away with her free hand from overhead.

“Get in the car girl! Don’t you see you’re drunk! You can’t just attack random people you don’t know like this”! Exclaimed 1 of the guys trying to rustle her hand from my shirt.

At no point did I have the intention to strike this bitch back or else it would’ve been lights out for her: “drunk female knocked out with 1 punch by male at 10:30 PM on January 6th, 2016”.

I wasn’t looking that sort of infamy and news.

By law, I had all rights to fuck this bitch up! But hitting women in any case isn’t quite my cup of tea. So the most I did was to shield myself as she slapped and punched away while yelling some belligerent shit.

At 10:30 PM on a serene and quiet residential street, the neighborhood resembled something of a riot: cars honking, vehicle doors slamming, neighbors emerging from their houses in confusion, etc.

The guy who was parting us apologized for the trouble while they wrestled her away into the SUV as the cops came.

They took a statement from me while asking for the female assailant’s description.

As I began to describe her- or what she had on- the officer who was taking record, shook his head and said to me, “We had a disturbance call already for the night of a girl who fits the same description having assaulted someone else in the same area”.

They asked if I needed medical attention and that they would take me to the hospital ASAP.

Though I had a busted lip, it wasn’t that serious to seek any medical attention.

I was in no way hurt physically. I was just stunned and in disbelief at what had just gone down.

The randomness of it all was shocking to me.

The officers took my statement and information (name and telephone number) in order to contact me upon the arrest of this belligerent witch.

Well- 2 days have since passed and they never contacted me. So either this matter got swept or they did arrest her but forgot to contact me…or they never caught her at all.

In any case, I didn’t care either way.

At no point did I feel threatened by this girl.

I guess it’s the machoman within every guy.

The only reason I did log this matter with law enforcement as they arrived was for future occurrence in the event that this random girl tries the same shit again. I at least have something on record to prove that I was never the aggressor but the one assaulted.

What a night it was indeed!

Who would’ve thought that after almost getting into a royal rumble with 2 random punks at the bar, I would then get assaulted by some random-ass chick just 5 minutes later.

If that isn’t random, then I don’t know what the hell is!

Closing Thoughts

The assault was the least of my worries from that night.

I don’t wish to recollect it since it had no game-worthy value in which to deduce some insight on seduction.

I don’t even wish to remember the almost fight with those 2 buffoons at the lounge.

However, I do wish to expound a bit on the attitudes of such men towards other men, and why it is so disgraceful, petty and counterproductive.

First off; women are extremely turned off by men who are afraid to approach them.

Secondly, women are also turned off by men who act an ass in front of them, trying to seek their approval and attention.

Those chumps, knowing that they couldn’t compete with me on a game and attraction level, had to resort to low-life tactics such as trying to berate and belittle me in the presence of women, in hopes to lower my value and make the girls shun me (which never happened).

We all know of guys like these.

In fact- you reading this article right now, is likely one of those guys who resort to such lame-shit tactics which hardly ever work but to tool yourself out and make you look like a bigger wimp than before.

The average Joe has a twisted concept of how women and courtship work.

In relation to competition, his idea is that he has to verbally tear down the competition to look good.

Listen- I have no problems with a guy trying to tear me down and talk shit in hopes of seizing his opportunity.

This is game: I get that!

I live for this shit!

A guy talking shit doesn’t faze me 1 bit. The reason I eventually lost my cool Wednesday night was because I was threatened and felt physically threatened as the guy proceeded to violently come at me, so I had to make a stand. But by no means would I had flown off if all the guy(s) did was to cuss and talk shit.

Nevertheless, this was arguable the first time in donkey years I ever came close to getting into a physical altercation with a guy concerning women.

Fighting over women just isn’t my fortรฉ.

Guys may want to fight me over women. But there’s never a situation where I would (want to) fight a guy just because he’s talking to a woman whom I like.

Never!

I religiously embody this “there is more fish in the sea” mentality, which is no theoretical-coping babble but the raw reality that there are more fish in the sea.

With that reality check, fear of losing 1 girl becomes a mute point.

However, if you’re operating from the frame/reality/belief of, “women are scarce so I must hold onto this 1”; you are forever fucked!

Even more damaging to a guy’s chances is his unwillingness to approach in the first place, let alone to strike up a conversation and state his case by being intimate, sexual and physical with the women he desires.

At the end of the day, women are hoping to come across guys who are proactive about meeting them.

Armchair quaterbacking isn’t going to cut it!

Thats’ exactly what took place Wednesday night. Though the girls arrived at the lounge with chump #1 as their designated chaperon by virtual of being a family friend, he secretly desired to have 1 of the girls but was too pussy to act upon it!

Thus, he broke the #1 rule of game (well, there are many #1 rules of game): never try to friend your way into, or buy your way into a girl’s heart or panties!

Essentially, he got friendzoned because he was non-sexual. Then he resorted to trying to buy the girl by taking them out to the bar to get them drunk.

Furthermore, this is why you shouldn’t take girls out if you’re threatened by competition via other men stepping in just to make conversation as I did.

Additionally, the worst reaction you could ever display towards a guy chatting to your woman, is to get jealous and sling blatant insults at the guy.

This will make the guy look high value while making you look weak and fragile-framed.

On a final note, I just want to get this point across to those guys out there who are serious about getting this part of their life handled (dating and meeting women): you will be adored, loved, appreciated and accepted by women but despised by a large segment of men in society.

You will undoubtedly have those few guys who admire your prowess. But largely, you will be hated by other men who are unable to fathom what you do, and why they cannot do it also (though they can but are too pussy to step up and learn)!

To solidify this point, you may actually want to read the previous article about a guy name Faisal, which speaks to this sort of low-value behavior.

The Quest To Get My Dad Laid: The 3- Some That Got Away [field report from Saturday 11-21-15]


Last Saturday, my father paid me a surprised visit all the way from New York City.

It’s been since 2011 that we last seen each other, hung out and gamed together.

What my dad and I have mostly in common is our love for meeting and sleeping with new women.

As he touched down on island Saturday afternoon, the mission was already set in motion: “Let’s get laid”…albeit I never knew he was to come.

He phoned me in the evening for my whereabouts.

Dad: “Hey brother, what’s up”?

Me: “Oh shit! I didn’t even know you were coming. When did you arrive on island”!?

Dad: “Just minutes ago. Just came from the airport. I meant to tell you I was coming but it was so late notice and I wasn’t sure if I was going to make the flight so I decided to not say anything until I knew for certain. So where are you”?

Me: “By my kid’s mother. Where you”?

Dad: “I’m by the place I always stay when I come”.

Overjoyed at the prospect of having my father as a wingman for the night, I dropped what I was doing, jumped on my bike, sped home, took the quickest shower on record, got dressed and headed to his temporary abode.

The meet & greet went as a normal procession.

We then schemed the evening’s plan as if we were 2 military generals preparing our battle strategies against the enemy. Mostly however, the logistics were left for me to craft since I knew the landscape better than he did.

During the planning phase, an old friend of my father’s popped up and mentioned that there was a grand fiesta taking place at a beach about an hour away.

“Really”!?

“I’m down”!

Me: “Pops, are you down”?

Dad: “Yea man”!

Interestingly though, I haven’t been to a beach party in nearly 12 years. That speaks volume coming from someone [myself] who has been living in the tropics 4+ years now.

Anyway, so off to the beach we went the Saturday evening.

We stopped off at a liquor store to grab a few Coors Light.

Pops said to the driver:

“Yo man, you sure you can drink and drive”?

Driver: “This not America. Anything goes here. Cops openly drink and drive so it’s nothing for us to do it”.

We continued the hour-long evening voyage to the beach party with our primary goal in mind: “Getting pops laid”.

The thing is: my father is an experienced cold-approach artist and womanizer- so technically- he doesn’t need a helping-hand in the whoring department.

However, if we can shortcut this process where I share some logistical intel with him, then more the merrier. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Shortly after our arrival at the beach fiesta, I left my dad outside as I went to grab myself a cocktail [drinks were free] at the makeshift bar.

As I returned- “well, well, well”- didn’t take pops any time to dive into conversation with a young hottie.

In the meanwhile, I combed the nearby beachside trying to find some more hotties to game and introduce to my father.

Some girl with humongous boobs gave me eye contact so I stepped to her:

“Hey…is that your friend”?

Girl: “My cousin”

Me: “Cool. That’s my father back there”.

Girl: “Really!? I would swear it’s your brother”!

Me: “I get that a lot”

I then introduced myself to her cousin who’s much hotter.

I called my father over and introduced him to the 2 girls and we chatted a bit.

We then exchanged numbers with the intention to meet up with them afterwards or the following night.

Next set!

I spotted a sexy girl in a pink and black skimpy outfit.

Chatted her up for a bit then introduced her to my father.

“Bingo”!

Instant match!

The chemistry was immediately felt on a mutual level!

I whispered to my pops: “I think she’s DTF”.

We grabbed her number with intentions to meet up afterwards.

A while later, the same girl approached me:

“Where’s your dad!? Tell him to meet me down on the beach so we can talk”.

Trying to locate pops, I scrambled through the crowds of people until I found him…in conversation with another random hottie.

Me: “Hey, the girl we were talking to in the pink and black says she wants you to meet her down on the seashore”.

We went outside the dancing area, looked towards the seashore and spotted her lying on the sand with another girl.

We walked a few yards until we met them.

The girl whom she was hanging with wasn’t sexy at all, but I occupied her like a stellar wingman so my dad was allowed ample time to whisk away his target.

As they walked the banks further down the beach, some drunk kid kept trailing them, so I ran behind them in order to occupy the obstacle by trying to get the guy away.

The kid turned back and left, probably believing that the girl was either my girlfriend or my father’s.

The 3 of us chatted on the banks for 10 minutes, sorting out the logistics.

Since my pops wasn’t familiar with the layout of the towns, I was there to facilitate the logistics.

As if a light bulb was flicked on inside of my head, the idea of a 3-some popped up.

The vibe was ripe. The girl also seemed to take a liking to me…so why not?

I craftily ran it by my father [the 3 some] and he was down!

After a bit, the plan was set: we all would hitch a cab back to her place and fuck her together.

Our designated driver was hammered so we didn’t quite want to risk our lives going back to her place in his vehicle. Nevertheless, he bailed on us early.

At that time, it was about 11 PM. We had been there since about 7:30 PM.

For an entire hour, we tried getting a taxi but everything was booked up.

“Fuck”!

My phone had died, and my pop’s mobile WIFI thingy had also died, so we had no way in contacting a cab service by phone.

As if by a stroke of luck, I was able to power on my smartphone and make an outgoing call to the guy who had dropped us off at the party.

No answer!

“Fuck he’s probably knocked out cold by now”!!!!

Phone died again!

“Where are the goddamn taxis”!?

The girl was apparently randy- coupled with the fact that she’s been drinking- and I myself was itching to fuck this girl something terrible!

Dammit we are virtually stranded at the beach with a girl who’s DTF!

I was poised to bang her right on the beach, but pops didn’t have a condom…nor did the girl. Hence why we wanted to take her to our place or hers [though we decided on her place since it was logistically better and a closer ride].

The situation became so pressing that I found myself trying to convince random guys to drop us home for a fee.

This 1 guy said “Okay”…but he isn’t leaving just now. He has to wait until a portion of the bar sells out [his portion], since he has shares in the fiesta.

Apart from the free drinks which were available, beers were sold also. There’s no guarantee that this guy would’ve gotten his share of booze sold off in the next hour, so we definitely couldn’t wait on him.

The girl tried getting a cab…to no avail.

A truck happened to pull out so I chased after it, screaming down the driver, “Yoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! Can we get a ride”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He sped off!

Taxis were pulling up and leaving by the second, but they were all pre-booked and stacked to capacity.

Alas!

A mini-van taxi with seemingly vacant seats pulled up.

I exclaimed:

“Yo, are you available”!?

Driver: “Yea”!

I called out to my father and the DTF chick, “Yo, we got a taxi over here”!

Me: “How much to get to Seaside [where the girl lives]”?

Driver: “$20 per head”.

I had 40 bucks exact on me…enough to cover myself and my pops.

The girl was flat-fucking broke.

We definitely couldn’t leave the girl since she was the most important asset to which we wanted to slide our dirty peckers into.

Me: “You mean you don’t have $20 on you”?

Girl: “I didn’t come here expecting to spend money since the drinks are free”.

Pops pulled out his credit card to rescue the day.

Unfortunately, the taxi doesn’t process cards.

“FACK”!!!!!!!!!

After about 5 minutes of trying to negotiate a deal with the cab-driver, he relented. So the girl gets a free ride.

“Cool”!

We hopped in and headed to her place.

Along the way, the girl makes a request which threw us off, and pissed off the driver.

Girl: “Can you stop by ***** street at this address? I need to pick up my child real quick from the sitter”.

Driver: “What!? You’re not even paying! How can you make requests”!?

Girl: “She lives just right there”!

Driver: “I don’t care”!

Pops: “Why don’t you let the sitter hold your child until the morning instead of waking the child this late”?

Driver: “Yea! That would be the best thing”!

The girl and the driver trashed it out for about 3 minutes, yelling back and forth about who’s getting a free ride, leaving the child at the sitter, etc.

The driver decided to swing by the address of the sitter anyway.

Girl came out, knocked on the door for a while.

Driver: “Come on! The people are probably asleep by now! It’s after fucking 12 am”!

The girl pounded on the doors, windows, went around back to pound on the rear windows trying to wake the sitter. Even my father and I got annoyed at the time-wasting. About 5 went by and the taxi-driver was furious, honking his horn!

As the girl jumped back into the mini-van, the sitter emerged.

The girl exited the cab again then went inside the house.

“Damn this bitch”!

We may have to wait another 5 minute while she gather her stuff.

We pleaded with the taxi driver to wait a bit more since he was furious and kept revving the van, itching to leave.

Hopped back in and continued to the destination: her place.

Here is the thing though- and in hindsight- it might have came back to bite us in the ass. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Since the girl had to put her kid back to bed and so forth, I told my pops that we should get off about 2 blocs from her place, and allow the cab to take her straight home while we walked the rest of the way [2 blocs].

By that time, she would have already [hopefully] got her kid in bed by then…and also got into something more comfy [as in naked]. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

I thought it was a clever idea!

Let’s see if it was.

We ran it by the girl and she also thought it was a good idea.

The cab let us out on 2nd street [for instance], and he took her to 4th street [her apartment].

What we didn’t realize was that the cab-driver had a check-mate plan of his own which would come back to bite us in the ass.

Being somewhat familiar with the area, from our vantage point [my pops and me], I could see the girl’s apartment and also the taxi’s trajectory as it drove down the bloc.

We waited and chatted mid-road [on 2nd street] while the cab pulled up on 4th street, across from the girl’s apartment.

By that time, I calculated that the taxi would’ve departed, and within the 5 minute walk, she will have put her kid back to sleep and got comfy…so I hoped.

Strangely enough; the taxi was still there as we got a bloc closer to 3rd street.

Perhaps the girl had told him to wait while she went to collect a $20 to pay her fare. โ“

My pops and I then waited for a bit about a bloc away, hoping that the cab would’ve pulled off by then.

We waited and waited, hoping he would pull off, but the headlights went out. From what we were able to see, the van was now parked, and not just merely at a standstill on the side of the road.

“Odd”!

We had no way to call the girl to find out what was happening.

Something told me that the girl may have bullshitted the taxi-driver by telling him to wait outside while she grabbed some cash to cover her fare…hence the reason why he’s still waiting outside.

As we got closer to her place, we spotted a girl who looked exactly like her, exiting the apartment, jumping into the parked taxi across the street.

In fact: it was her!

This became more puzzling by the second.

“Perhaps she wasn’t trying to swindle him after all, and she was actually intending to pay her $20 cab fare. โ“

As we lingered half of bloc away, we realized that the cab was still there…and the girl had entered the cab and has been inside for a few minutes now.

“Nooooooooooo”!!!!!

“Could he actually be fucking her”?

“Perhaps as payment, he convinced her to fuck him instead”. โ“

Smart and shrewd move on his part if that’s the case! But surely would’ve fucked our plans for a 3-some.

Charged with quarterbacking this; I cannot just let it go down like that!

In hindsight as I mulled over it, somehow the girl probably felt that we stood her up, and that was the real reason why we decided to plan an early exit from the cab.

Being so DTF and liquored-up from the beach fiesta, she likely would’ve wanted to cap that night off by getting fucked.

However, she misinterpreted our early exit from the cab to mean we weren’t DTF. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ So why not bang the taxi-driver?

If that was the case, it would have been a gross miscalculation on my part [deciding to get off 2 blocs away instead of going straightaway to her place…with her].

Anyway, we approached her apartment where the mini-van [the cab] was still parked.

Through the heavily tinted windows, I was able to make out an obscured head bobbing up and down as if a blowjob was being simulated.

Not wanting to appear as a stalker, I ducked and stepped back, motioning to my dad that they are likely fucking.

He was as perturbed as I was.

“All this work for naught”.

I kept replaying the night’s missteps through my head while we stood a few yards away from the taxi as if time stood still for us:

“We should’ve fucked this bitch on the beach”!

“Why did I suggest getting out the cab and walk the rest of the way”?

“The cab-driver is literally fucking the girl [or getting sucked] whom we had worked on for upwards of 2-3 hours”!

I really wasn’t able to process it.

This chick was so DTF that a smelly vagrant could’ve probably fucked her!

We aborted the mission and continued gaming throughout the night at a nearby lounge.

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Me and pops over the weekend

Picking Up Hot Waitresses And Bartenders [Hired-Guns]


As someone who’s been going out virtually every weekend nonstop for the last 12 years to bars, nightclubs and lounges [4-5 times a week lately], I typically receive e-mails from guys wanting a few pointers on how to pick up waitresses, bartenders and hired-guns.

Truthfully speaking: I don’t particularly game hired-guns while they are working [hired-guns means bartenders, etc].

However, it is the “vibe” nevertheless that is key in attracting hired-guns and getting her contact information in order to set something up for a later date.

Here’s a video [infield hidden camera] I posted back in December, 2014 where I touched on 3 main tips for picking up hot waitresses and bartenders.

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