Bojangles and myself wake up after a refreshing, healthy sleep without hangovers because hangovers are for sissies. I check my phone and I have a message from Jimmy inviting us round for some steaks and to have a relaxing evening.
We head down the road and sit in a cafe debating what we should do. We’re feeling on top of the world after last night and after everything that’s happened, the consensus is that I’m able to get my American flag and Bojangles will wing me tonight. On the other hand, a night at Jimmy’s with steak and movies sounds boss.
Bojangles puts some feeler texts out with Twin 1 and even though they’re sporting hangovers, they’re still up for going out. I need my hair cut and head off to get that done and leave Bojangles to sort the night out and let Jimmy know what we’re doing.
I get a great example of beta game sitting in the hairdresser’s from the guy next to me trying to chat up a Nicki Minaj wannabe who is cutting his hair. I can see her skin shriveling up as all the moisture in her body dries from his pathetic questions and awkward laughing. They just don’t know what they’re doing wrong.
Bojangles texts me saying that we’re heading out to Piccadilly and we go grab a nice juicy meal before meeting with the girls and this is where we get the first red flag of the night. Twin 1 misinterprets a text from Bojangles and thinks we’re not coming so has changed their plans and will be arriving an hour and a half later than originally agreed.
We shrug it off and go and sit in a coffee shop. The calm before the storm – relaxing, enjoying the silence and preparing ourselves for the night ahead. As the crowd hustles about through and outside the coffee shop, we just sit there with our thoughts and on occasion remarking on passers by and half decent girls.
An opportunity arises as we sit there. A sexy, blonde Russian woman in her mid twenties is sitting at the table next to us. We’ve seen what we assume to be her boyfriend come and go and now she is sat there alone reading a book and munching on some chocolate. Bojangles lets me know he’s interested and I head to the toilet to let him do his thing. In some situations, you don’t want to crowd a girl out and make her feel intimidated so I’ve let Bojangles have his time with her and once I’m done with the toilet, stand around on my phone out of sight to give them a bit longer.
I head back and sit on my phone, not acknowledging the Russian at all and not talking to Bojangles so she knows who is the boss and his rhythm doesn’t get interrupted. The vibe between them is great and she’s constantly playing with her hair as he teases her and throws backhanded compliments. Standard stuff.
Her legs which were shifted away are now angled towards him and she’s giving off great signs as she natters away and asks Bojangles a lot of personal questions. I hear him saying ‘stuff’ at lot and she’s enjoying his teasing. He’s so relaxed and this little calm has helped his game.
Eventually he gets a call from Twin 1 telling us a meeting place and she asks who he’s with. She doesn’t know I’m here – Red flag 2. Bojangles uses his usual close on the Russian who gleefully puts her number into his phone and asks for his in return.
We’re standing outside Boots in Piccadilly waiting for the girls all to cross the road and they’ve seen us. It’s the 3 girls from last night, the beta boyfriend and some gay black dude. The whole group walks on instead of walking over to us to greet us. Red flag 3.
We walk to greet them instead and tail behind on the walk to the bar talking to Twin 1 and the gay fella while the others have marched in the bitter winter cold to the bar. I give Bojangles a knowing glance and Twin 1 mentions that I seem very solemn tonight compared to last night. She’s right, I’ve felt my value drain away slowly and I’m getting very conscious about it and the decision we’ve made.
We get to the bar and it’s up to us to talk to the girls. Bojangles tells me he wants rum and heads off somewhere while I order.
I wait patiently at the bar and I get an almost forced welcome from Twin 2. Her attitude has changed and she acts like she can not be bothered with me as she looks at me from across the bar. No problem, I think, she’s with her boyfriend and tonight she is none of my concern. I spot my target who’s come up and stood next to me at the bar and she’s on her phone. Fucking smart phone girls.
I poke her in the belly and she looks up at me and pretends it’s the first time she’s seen me all night.
Yank: “Ohhh, heyyyy. Hey.”
Me: “So you’re on the cranberry juice tonight then, huh?”
Yank: *fake laugh* “Nooo I’m drinking.”
She’s not looking at me directly but instead is looking around the room while she’s talking with me sporting that well practiced and honed plastic look in her eyes. I know the signs. Taking the red pill has taught me intuitively to recognise these. I tell her I’m ordering my drink and she goes back to her phone. The value takes a big leak, the tap has been turned on and for once it’s my tap.
Twin 1 truly loves Bojangles and whenever she’s in London she’d rather spend time with him then her twin but he just never seems bothered and it makes her love him more. She has invited us out tonight to some guy’s leaving party who she herself barely knows, so after grabbing our fine rum we head over to this table. There are around 10 people (only 2 girls) surrounding the table. Bojangles doesn’t even bother talking to any of them but instead heads over to the beta boyfriend, makes him get up from his stool and sits down with a smirk on his face. Beta boy knows we game and starts a conversation about girls and the type of girls we’ve met.
The girls from last night are nearby and guys from the table are talking to them and striking out one by one. It’s a sad sight as none of them will match up to my efforts last night and their body language betrays their actions. However Yank and company have definitely decided to ignore us, she’s decided to move around and turn her back to me.
I tell Bojangles that we need to leave and he agrees, especially as he wanted to stay in the coffee shop with his new Eastern European find. Twin 1 is available on tap, sure she’s a 10 but the Former Soviet Union is a new toy. Our value has been massively drained after everything we built up last night and we know that this is going nowhere. We down our drinks, Bojangles beckons over Twin 1 with his finger to let her know he’s leaving, she’s uses her puppy eyes to try to make him change his mind without saying it, but she knows he’s decided and he’s going. We say bye to Twin 1 and leave without talking to the rest.
As predicted, Bojangles gets a text later from her saying that the Yank was really embarrassed about last night (and so she should be) and she’d set the tone for the evening regarding us, basically. Figured as much.
This is the first time I’ve had my value be drained away from me. Generally, I don’t allow people to get one over me or make a fool of me so I’ve not experienced it before and it does not feel good. I’m pissed off walking to the tube and felt like everything was caving in around me. All the progress I’d made since I started in August felt like it had been unraveled in one measly hour and I can barely talk to Bojangles. His experienced head is telling me to forget it, and I liken it to when that girl leaves you for the first time. You’re gutted about it and don’t know how to deal with the situation effectively but once you’ve had a few girls come and go, you know how to handle yourself, how to pick yourself up and not let the situation affect you.
I’m not pissed off about the girls, I’m pissed off about the value being sucked away so easily and I hadn’t dealt with it properly. However, it’s a lesson learned and an experience that needed to happen and was always going to come about one day. Like the cliched example of tearing a muscle for it to repair itself and grow bigger and stronger, it was a necessity in my development and waking up the next day, I felt better much better about things.
During the downtime, I felt really shit about what option we chose tonight. Despite this experience that I needed for my game, we should have gone to see Jimmy instead tonight. In my second post and I’ve already contradicted myself about putting bros before hoes. Another lesson learned and solidified. It won’t happen again, and that’s a promise.
I was thinking during my tube ride home about why we do what we do; why we aim to better ourselves as men, why we seek knowledge and status, and why we learn to beat the hamsters of women. There’s a lot of hate aimed at us men who “treat women like objects” and enjoy a life of being with multiple, beautiful women but given the way things turned out tonight, can people not see why we do what we do?
I guarantee that had the Yank been my only option and that I had no other plates spinning, had I not even learned the principles of game, then I would be feeling a whole lot worse than I was for those few hours and for entirely the wrong reason. It would have lingered with me for days.
Knowing game, knowing outcome independence and knowing why girls do what they do helps men live their lives in a better way. Like a river gliding over pebbles instead of the sea crashing into rocks, life is much calmer and flows a lot smoother when you know how it works. You don’t worry about a failed opportunity and you don’t worry about setbacks because you know the path is long and you can see the bigger picture.
There are other opportunities out there and in the grand scheme of things tonight has helped me more than it has hurt me. How many average guys would say that?