Ahh, Fridays. Doesn’t everyone just love Fridays?
Well we certainly do and like every week we’d all been counting down the days until we could get stuck in to the finest tapas in London along with the finest cocktails in London.
Friday nights are the men’s nights where The Three Bromigos head out, not with any intent on pulling or being those “creepy PUA types chasing women on the street”, but to enjoy each other’s company and to talk business as well as our plans for the future. All good natured and occasionally we laugh at some betas and neg some waitresses for fun.
The clock hath chimed 6pm signalling the end to my overtime at work and I made my way to Angel to meet Bojangles and Jimmy who also would be bringing his Croatian girlfriend. Yes, we let a girl invade our men’s night but we make an exception for the beautiful and feminine on rare occasions. We dined like kings with a plethora of meats available to us (as well as patatas bravas) and sipped on our cocktails and laughed for a few hours before heading separate ways. Jimmy and his girlfriend one way, and Bojangles and myself the other.
There’s nothing like an evening in the company of alpha men. If you have a group of friends that are alpha then you should get together regularly. It’s good for your inner game and it adds value to your life to be in the company of people you hold in high regard and really respect. I find it’s also good to get an injection of alpha company at the end of a beta and feminist infested week as it keeps you back on track and from getting miserable.
These are two men who I would do anything for. If you put Bojangles or Jimmy on my left who wanted me to do something for them, and a solid 10 to my right who was down to fuck then I would choose my friends every time. It’s important to have people like that in your life. Plus, tapas can be expensive with my big appetite so I need people to split the bill with.
Anyway, this is where the night changed. Bojangles is “friends” with a solid 10 from a few years ago who is now married and living in Scotland. She was coming down to London for the weekend to see her twin sister and had invited us over for some drinks. When I say a 10, I really mean the whole package. Beauty, brains, femininity, submissive to high value men and most importantly of all, not English. Her twin sister, whose apartment we were going to, would clock in at an 8.5 in my opinion. She lives with her long term beta boyfriend.
We arrive to the apartment and it’s just Bojangles, Twin 1 (10),Twin 2 (8.5) and myself. At this stage my week long feelings of not expecting anything from the night seem to be correct, and I’m content either way. 30 minutes in and another girl arrives who is going to be staying for the weekend (8) who is some strange mix of English, American, Sri Lankan and most probably Avatar given how long her legs are. She’s extremely chatty and the environment changes. It’s gone from being a relaxed get together to being a full on, almost wildlife-esque, sexual tug-of-war.
I’ve met the twins before, but throwing this alien catalyst into the mix upped the ante into a full on sexual market place showcase bonanza. The twins know about game and pick up, and they proceed to tell this new girl about it. I’ve been negging her a bit, and then randomly complimenting her, before negging her about something else. She’s labelled me “the international man of mystery” because I’m being coy about myself while she spills her boring guts about her life.
I’m trying not to yawn as I watch her eyes sparkle at me and her attraction growing for me. She’s gone from being loud and chatty – and generally ditzy American girlish – to being quite timid in front of me and submissive. I hadn’t even turned the gears up, I didn’t even realise what I was doing, but the game is working on her. It’s come as second nature to me now that it just flows out and is now a natural part of my life.
Twin 2, (the 8.5) is saying how I used to be all shy and scared of girls, that I used to be a nervous guy who lacked confidence. This is true and she got all this information from Bojangles when we all last met up. She then starts increasing my value.
Twin 2: “You could never tell though. He’s so confident and arrogant and a bit of an asshole. I like the way you dress as well actually, Matt.”
Me: “And how does that make you feel about what I do?”
Twin 2: “Well it obviously works. I know you know how to make girls fall in love with you. I think to change like you have is really endearing.”
Oooh, what’s that? I think that’s my good friend the gina tingle coming to greet me again. I’ve seen this before and I know where it’s heading. I didn’t say anything and I didn’t do anything but this silly little Egyptian girl just did all my work for me.
I knew the interest from the Yank was there and I know how to handle it, but I didn’t expect this. What ensued was a tug-of-war between these two girls fighting for my attention for the rest of the night while Twin 1 was trying to set me up with the Yank who had fallen for me by now.
Twin 1: “What do you think of her? She’s sexy, right?”
Me: “She’s alright, I guess.”
Twin 2: “She likes you, she’s single…you’re single. Do you like her?”
Me: “She’s alright, I guess.”
Game people you don’t even want to game.
We leave to go to a bar down the road. Damn, this beta guy has this apartment with the best logistics known to man. The small complex is nestled between two lively bars in Shoreditch which is a popular part of London, and all we have to do is walk down the road to another bar for the rest of the night. Mental note: these are the logistics we need.
We head off to the bar. Bojangles leads with Twin 1 locked in his arm, I’m strolling behind, and Twin 2 and the Yank seemed to have come to a momentary ceasefire. Until…
Yank: “Maaaaaaaattttttt? Come link arms with me”
Twin 2: “No come link arms with me!”
I walked into the bar with a girl on each arm.
Inside, we meet up with the other two and I order a round of mojitos (what else?) at the bar with Twin 2 in close proximity. It’s kind of squashed at the bar and I’m gently grabbing her by the hip before lightly stroking my hand across her back to reach for the first mojito. Of course, it goes to my bromigo first. Bros before hoes.
I hand the drinks around and we all go to take the last table. Twin 2 stops me.
Twin 2: “I think I’ve found the one but if I hadn’t, I would be all over you right now”.
Me: “The one is a myth. There’s no such thing.”
Twin: “Maybe, but even so. If I was single I’d be fucking you tonight”.
Me: “I know”.
When a girl says this, she wants to fuck you.
I head over to the table where the others are. The Yank is vying for my attention and is trying to get answers to the questions I’ve not answered outright yet.
Yank: “What is your job? How old are you? Where are you from? Come on, I thought we were friiiiiiends”.
Me: “Okay, I’ll be super serious then. Okay?”
Yank: “Yes! Okay!”
Me: *pause* “I’m a binman, I’m too old for you and I’m from Earth”.
Yank: “Nooooo!” *tingle*
I know it’s on. I start kissing her for about 5 seconds, then pull away. Classic move and she wants more but I tell her I need to go to the toilet. When I get back, Twin 2 lets me know again that if she was single she’d “do so many things” to me.
The evening is going well for me and I hadn’t expected any of it. I think when you go out without expectation, without pressure and with just the intent of having fun, then they’re the best nights. If I was panicking about pulling a girl or actively search for girls to game, I’d just end up frustrated. Without that pressure of searching, it all seems to come naturally and the night is more enjoyable. The very essence of the Bromigos’ Friday nights.
The Yank has tried to claim me and is holding on to me for the next hour or so, engaging only me out of the group, shunning guys trying to chat her up while my attention is elsewhere and kissing me. I don’t even notice that Twin 2’s boyfriend has showed up and joined the group.
I tell the Yank to get up to go somewhere else with me and isolate her from the annoying chodes dancing around our group. She stands up, stops me from walking away by wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me again. With Hollywood movie like precision, my phone in my pocket starts vibrating.
Yank: “Oooh, is there something in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?”
Me: “Yeah, it’s my phone.”
I pull away from her to her disappointment and see it’s a text from Bojangles.
Bojangles: “Going to the flat to fuck my darling. Keep everyone occupied, brobeans.”
Me: *my best Training Day impression* “My niggaaa”
Bojangles: “Be cool with Anthony (Twin 2’s beta boyfriend). He’s the main man”.
My priorities have shifted from the Yank now. I’d told Bojangles that I was going to help him get laid this Friday and not concerned about myself. I hadn’t realised he even left with her. He’s like the wind, I tell you.
I get a round of drinks again for everyone and bring us all together. I pull Twin 2 aside and tell her to make sure not to let her boyfriend leave the bar and she knows the score. She then asks me, with her boyfriend about 3 metres away…
Twin 2: “So, if I was single who would you choose? Me or the Yank?”
Twin 2: “Honestly. The things I’d do to you if I was single.”
Me: “Who would I choose?”
Twin 2: *Pouts*
Me: “I would choose…a threesome.”
I walk back to the Yank. An hour passes and it’s 2:30am. The bar is only about half as full as it was and Bojangles comes back in with a disheveled and bushy haired looking Twin 1. Great, job done. My turn.
10 minutes later, and the shit hits the fan. The Yank starts puking…and it’s on herself.
So, what does one do in such a situation? She’s here for the weekend, she’s made sure I’ve got her number in my phone, she has long, sexy legs I want to wrap around my shoulders. It’s in the bag with her, just not tonight. We have tomorrow night, all 3 girls have made sure I’m to come out tomorrow night to see her again.
This stuff happens, I mean, it’s England for christ sake! I go to the bar and get some tissues for her to clean herself up. The others are helping her with it and 5 minutes later we go back to the apartment. I walk back next to her and she’s thanking me for being cool with it and saying she’s all embarrassed.
I’m sitting down on the sofa in the lounge trying to get the attention of the most stubborn cat (not metaphorical) in the world when Bojangles walks in.
Bojangles: “Mate, I was having a piss when your bird just flew into the bathroom and started puking in the toilet I was pissing in”.
Me: “Do I laugh or cry?”
Twin 2 helps her into bed and she’s calling for me to say good night. I go in and she tells me she appreciates me not making a big deal out of it all, and she likes me and wants me to come out tomorrow, yadda yadda yadda.
I get back into the kitchen and say to Twin 2, with her boyfriend in the next room, that I like our little secret and I’ll keep it a secret if she can. She agrees and makes sure I’m coming out the next night to see the Yank again. Twin 1 in the next room starts throwing her guts up onto the floor which gives Twin 2 a good excuse to leave and attend to her.
Bojangles and I split into the icy London night laughing about these out of town larks not being able to keep up with us.