Soul Collection is something Krauser has written about before. Bromigo Matt spurred me on to write about this Italian girl who I had picked up on a night out with Bromigo Jimmy last summer. This girl was best friends with Matt’s Epiphany Girl. It was about a month and a half into my little tryst with this girl that on a night out Matt commented that I literally collected her soul and popped it in a jar and put it on a shelf in my bedroom.
Bromigo Jimmy took me out to this wonderful gathering of cute foreign women in London that he knew about after his return from the Balkans. We grabbed some drinks and the ease of the place meant we just walked over to any girls we had a liking to and introduced ourselves. No conscious game, just simple intros and asking where the chicks were from. Jimmy warmed up on a french girl who ended up wanting him to go round to hers for some home cooked french cuisine. I got talking to a German girl and then a Pole who I number closed. Ideally we should have been looking for SNL’s but we were pretty lazy with just number closes. We relied on the benefit of knowing we would return the week after and a large number of these girls would be there too. I rolled outside to have a smoke and managed to bump into a conversation with an Italian guy and girl with an Australian.
They noticed I did not have a name badge (everyone else had one) so decided to give me an on the spot interview. I replied with my name but neglected to answer any of the follow up questions, just making assumptions about each of them based on their nationality. I thought the Italian girl looked quite cute and she was really concentrating on every word that I spoke. Jimmy popped outside and I introduced him to the group mentioning he spoke German and Russian fluently. He occupied the 2 guys whilst I worked some magic on the Italian girl, I used simple Mystery Method, the basics are still good and it worked a treat, I’d built the attraction then out of nowhere 3 Italian guys came in and were dropping kisses on her cheek and hugs. I got introduced to each of them and Jimmy brought the other 2 guys into the group conversation. I motioned to Jimmy and we rolled off back into the bar to get a couple of beers.
Jimmy – “Let’s go back out lad, that set is yours”
Bojangles – “Yep but it’s gonna be a lot of work for you, I require ICE”
Jimmy – “Don’t worry I’ll handle this, years of experience”
We rolled back outside and engaged the group again (note: use of ICE at any time indicates requester wants isolation), Jimmy rolled out his moment of magic;
“hey guys, what the hell are you doing? all 5 of you are standing here with no drink in your hand, come on let’s go inside and you’re all buying a beer!”
That was top wingman work there, take a fucking bow son. I could see the Italian was delighted, she started qualifying to me, asking me if I’d take her out around town sometime and that she had not been around for long. We went inside and she asked what I was doing over the weekend, I told her it was my birthday and I was having drinks with friends. She pretty much begged to come and we exchanged numbers and walked out of the bar. I kissed her at her bus stop before rolling off onto the tube home. She was definitely DTF but I just wasn’t arsed at that point.
She texted me the following day saying she was supposed to meet up with her friends on that Friday but she’s cancelled and will instead come out for my birthday drinks. She looked like the happiest girl in the world when she did turn up and chatting to all my cool friends helped her feel at ease. I was pretty drunk and had hit on some other girls in front of her that one of my friends said looked like she’d broken her heart. She had to leave early due to starting work early but said she wanted me to come over on the Sunday and that she’d cook me a birthday dinner.
She was consumed with passion, talking about the connection, that much was evident. These Italians get really passionate and when they want something, I guess they don’t stop. I rolled into her shared flat on that Sunday, ate her cooked Italian food, teased her like she was a little child and banged her like a barbarian in her bedroom. I thought it was alright, she said it was the best sex she had had for years. I had control of the little Italian, she was constantly messaging me, looking for attention and wanting to meet but I was so relaxed at the time. Not fussed was my attitude, I told her from the start that I could see her one day a week maximum and she agreed after asking me did I see girls on the other days? “Yes of course”. I think the soul conversion had begun here and the anxiety of appeasing me the most out of any other girls I had going on at the time. To be fair I’d never been so upfront with a girl, I had a strong frame at that moment, I also had a clear direction in what I wanted to do in my life, she herself had no idea what she wanted in life, neither did any of her friends. For her it was too good to be true, her soul was mine, we’d connected deeply.
Over the time we were together, I could get away with anything with her. She was used to being controlling of other guys, being in power and getting what she wanted but her reality was completely thrown off by me. She would text me every day, I would give one word answers, she would follow up with 3 or 4 texts before I replied again. I told her to go to the gym to keep in shape for me, and she did every other day. Since I left her she stopped going. I told her to find another man because I was no good for her, she wouldn’t even contemplate the thought of trying despite telling her I had been on dates with other girls.
One night in October, a Colombian girl Matt picked up invited him to a party and we went. We were 2 of 3 guys there with 8 girls. My Italian wanted to know what I was doing so I told her, and her jealousy got too much as she was back in Italy for a week. She told me she wanted to kill me and to leave the party.
I destroyed that about 3 months in when I got tired/bored/lazy of her texts and her want for a relationship. I wanted to refresh the girls I was seeing and she was the one I was seeing the most. I told her I did not want to see her again, heartbroken was an understatement. I still have her as a friend on facebook (I hid her status updates) and Bromigo Matt told me she spent weeks writing statuses about me indirectly.
These girls though, they forget about you after a while you hope, they are adults though and have to take responsibility for their decisions too. Bromigo Matt uploaded a picture of me a few months after the breakup on Facebook, I’d lost my phone and suddenly got a ping on my new phone from a number I did not recognise. It was the Italian, she said she had a hot new Italian flatmate and maybe I’d like to meet up with them for a drink, she also complemented me saying I was looking ‘more handsome’ than before. I was intrigued so I naturally checked out her friend’s pictures, without even thinking of it being possibly her missing some real cock rather than what she had to bounce around with now. Matt was with me at the time and he said.
“You’ve collected her soul mate. There’s nothing better out there for her, despite this guy she’s going out with, she’ll never forget you. She’ll have to pay you to take that soul back. Trust me I’ve seen pictures of her guy, I can easily see why she’s messaged you, it’s not for her friend, it’s for herself.”
Now I’m always right, but Matt was definitely right there. I decided to reply with a “Not tonight, I’m partying”. The response was “Where are you? We can come meet you?”, I did not respond, fuck that, not having her gatecrashing anything we lads are doing. The next 3 Friday night’s she’d message me saying she’s out with her cute Italian friend, slowly changing to her cute Italian friend is working this week, finally onto a straight direct coffee date request. I rejected all of these. The last contact I had with her was this little message trail on whatsapp (I don’t have an iPhone at the moment so can’t screenshot):
Her – “Sat night I’m gonna take a table at Verve to celebrate my first year in London! Would u like to came? There’s my cousins, her friend, his australian flatmate (maybe) A**** and maybe D***e, but not Giulia! We’re meeting at 9 there”
Me – “I’m in Edinburgh”
Her – “Noooooo!! I’d like to come with u, I’m off…”
Me – “Shame”
Her – “Why?”
Me – “That you can’t go Edinburgh”
Her – “Why I can’t?”
Her – “Why can’t I?*”
Me – “You’re drinking in London”
Her – “But I can cancel!! Tell me when we are departing and when we are coming back”
Me – “No”
Her – “Whyyyyyyyy?”
Me – “You’re not allowed”
Her – “Ah sorry you’re with your girlfriend”
Me – “Silly girl, did you want to bring your boyfriend too?”
Her – “And so?”
Her – “Can I come with u?”
Her – “Silly man!!!! Who are going with?”
Her – “He’s in NY……”
Her – “So, when are we going?”
Me – “I’m meeting my lovely sexy friend there”
Her – “WE are going to meet your lovely sexy friend”
Me – “No, I am going to meet her”
Her – “Why not!!!! Come on!!!”
Me – “No”
Her – “Ah ok…. Sorry….”
She did her utmost there to repulse me, she chased me and it made me think of those days when I would be like that with girls….ok those days did not happen, but it reminded me why you don’t want to be a thirsty Beta dude, because that’s what they do, that’s how they chase girls and just dissipate any attraction at all. Bromigo Matt was right, her soul is mine, she’s tried to replace me but can’t. Her jealousy after trying to set me up with her friend got so intense when I showed genuine interest to meeting her that she couldn’t handle it anymore. She is willing to cheat on her beta provider boyfriend that all her friends apparently love and said is good for her (according to Matt) to have one night with me again.