Last night was a good night. I’m hunting around London at the moment for a European girlfriend for the summer that I can keep in rotation while I have other girls coming in and going out of my life. She has to be the right kind of girl and I think I found one last night.
Bojangles and I arrived early at a bar in Central London to run some more Value Tap (info coming soon, I promise) and positioned ourselves at the bar after ordering some drinks. The bar was kind of small, and you had to walk past the bar area where everyone was congregating to get to the sofa area the other side. We didn’t want to risk being out of sight so we stayed at the bar.
No later than 2 minutes after getting our drinks, I spy a girl standing all alone with her neck craned staring at her phone. Easy target. “2 minutes mate” I say to Bojangles and I’m off.
Girl: Hello! (she smiled brightly)
Me: How come you have no friends?
Girl: I do! I am waiting for them (she’s giggling)
Me: Oh no, where is your accent from?
Girl: I’m from France
Me: Sacre bleu! My mother warned me about French girls
Girl: What do you mean?
Me: Well, she said they are all lazy, they don’t shave their armpits and they are sex freaks
The girl is giggling like crazy
Girl: That is not true! Your mother is wrong
Me: Are you calling my mother a liar?! How dare you!
An easy enough open and we do some general chatting about London, why she’s here and all that. She tells me she doesn’t know any English people despite being here for 7 months. Her breath is kind of smelly and I’m put off but I go for the number anyway at such an obvious opportunity.
Me: Well what do you say you let this handsome English man take you out sometime?
Girl: Okay! Where will we go?
Me: We’ll go for a drink but you’re not having any wine. I know what you silly French girls are like when you get drunk on your wine
She giggles and I hit her with my favourite close as I hand her my phone:
Me: Put your number in my phone, please
First approach out of the way and her 2 mates walk into the bar literally 10 seconds later. Fucking perfect, so I head back to Bojangles and tell him about it.
The place is still filling up but we soon realise where we’re seated is bad. It’s not the place to run the Value Tap because there’s so little space to operate in and we’re getting crowded out by beta chodes. I’m trying to get the French girl’s attention to wave her over with her mates but I can’t see her past the horde of losers getting in my way. Instead, we go over to the opposite side where there’s more space to scope out the room.
I see two guys go over to the group of French girls. I’m not worried at all by their presence, but it’s an annoyance because I wanted their attention as the two girls that came to meet the one I spoke to were much hotter than her. We’ll have to wait and grimace at these guys’ enthusiastic smiles and wide eyed disbelief at talking to girls. That’s it, lads, cross your arms and hold your beer bottles up to your chest. Do my work for me.
“What about these two by the bar?” Bojangles says to me and I have a look over. Two little Eastern Europeans, we can tell. They’re just finishing ordering their drinks but some old guy in a suit standing next to them starts chatting to them. More time we have to lose. We’re waiting a couple of minutes before approaching but there’s not enough room to get in and block this guy out, so we have to wait. Instead, we go over to the sofa area to sit down for a moment as there’s no other decent targets around. A few minutes after we’ve sat down, the two girls stand exactly where we were standing before. Ha. I didn’t hesitate to go over in case some more goons wasted my time.
Me: Excuse me, I wanted to come say hi to you 2.
Girl 1 (Slovak): Hello
Me: I was standing here with my friend and I saw you talking to some weird old man at the bar, and I wanted to talk to you but I had to wait
Slovak: He was nice, but he was just being friendly. He was old
Me: I’m Matt (held my hand out)
Slovak: I’m Andrea (takes my hand)
Me: And you?
Czech Republic: Michaela (she was kind of frosty and I was more interested in the Slovak, but I had to get her on my side)
Me: Where are you from?
Slovak: I’m from Slovakia
Me: Whoa whoa whoa, hang on, I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Michaela. I asked her first
The two start giggling with each other
Czech: I’m from the Czech Republic
Me: Okay, and NOW it’s your turn
Slovak: (giggling) I already told you
Me: Yes, but you told me when I didn’t ask you, so now you tell me
Slovak: I’m from Slovakia
Me: Okay, okay. So what are you two crazy Europeans doing in my country?
Slovak: Looking for work!
Me: Hey! I was asking Michaela first, she comes first!
The Slovak is giggling like hell and the Czech was warming up a bit
Czech: We are the same, we’re looking for jobs
Me: And what are your dream jobs?
Slovak: She is to go first?
Me: Good girl, now you understand
Czech: I want to work in PR, it is my passion
Me: PR? Really? Of all the jobs in the world, you want to work in PR? Not like a dolphin trainer or an astronaut?
Czech: No no, PR is my passion
I wasn’t getting anywhere with her so I changed my focus
Me: Okay, NOW your turn. You are so rude not being able to wait
Czech: She is a very nice girl, you will like her
Me: I agree. I think she is really cute like a little mouse
Slovak: Thanks..(going all shy)
Me: So come on, what is your dream job Slovakia?
Slovak: I want to be a travel agent, I love travelling
Me: Okay, and what is so good about travelling?
Slovak: I love seeing the world, I have been to France, Germany, Italy, England…I want to go far but for now I am happy. I need work here
Me: How long have you been here for?
The Slovak looks over to the Czech
Me: Good girl, you are learning
Czech: 2 weeks
Me: And you?
Slovak: 4 weeks!
Me: And what do you girls think of London?
Czech: I love it! It is so fun! So many things to see
Slovak: I don’t really like it
Me: What makes you say that?
Slovak: The weather, you cannot walk anywhere without bumping into someone, it is so expensive
Me: Don’t be so negative. (To the Czech) Is she always like this?
Czech: She’s a very nice girl
Me: (looking at the Slovak) Yes, I suppose. She is very cute
The Slovak giggles, the Czech girl by now realises I’m into her friend and tries to look around away from us to give us some time to talk to each other. We talk about London and work for a bit, she’s asking me questions about me, etc, etc. A couple of minutes later Bojangles comes across and no sooner than a minute later like a fucking boss takes the Czech girl away from me and the Slovak. We have time together. Boss. Top winging.
We chat about all sorts of things. Food, travelling, tv, movies, cartoons, and all that shite, and she’s asking lots of questions about me. I say to her:
Me: Listen, I’m going to be up front with you. I think you are really cute and I like talking to you
Slovak: Thank you (blushing)
Me: I want to get to know you better. Put your number in my phone please
She pulls her phone out and goes onto her Facebook.
Slovak: You have Facebook? Maybe that’s easier?
Me: No, I don’t have Facebook. I’m a grown up
Slovak: You don’t have Facebook?!
Me: No, I used to use it but I found it boring and silly.
Slovak: Oh okay, my number is on my Facebook. I don’t remember my English number
She starts loading up her Facebook page and it’s taking fucking ages. I notice it’s an iPhone and show her a better way to get the number. I put it down in my phone
Me: I’m going to give you a nickname too
Slovak: Oh no, what?
I start typing and say it out loud
She’s giggling like hell
Slovak: Now I have to give you one
I put my number in her phone and she tells me to call myself “Matt the black racist” – this is because I told her I was from Nigeria and when she didn’t believe me I called her racist because I’m white. That went down fucking brilliantly.
Me: I’m going to take you out some time and we can get to know each other, okay?
Slovak: Yeah okay, I’d like that
We chat some more and then ice cold Czech Republic comes in to ruin things. I tell the Slovak I’m going to text her tomorrow and leave it at that as I can’t afford to lose value because of this weird Czech bitch. The Slovak is very receptive and we have a couple of other exchanges later in the night. One time I walk past her and pull a stupid face which she likes and does one back. That playful vibe was set, and when I next see her some tiny, and I mean tiny, Asian dude is trying to chat her up. I’m walking to the toilets and she grabs me saying “ohh you’re still here!”
The Asian guy is all pissed because he thinks he’s in there with her and I’ve ruined his chances. Son, I ruined everyone’s chances with any girl as soon as I walked into the room.
Here’s the thing about night game. It’s not about magic lines or dressing the best, it’s about owning the room. You want every person in there to know who you are, to see your presence, to have guys worry about you being their competition and your social value in the room will sky rocket. We had guys coming up to us talking to us, I shocked them with a few things like telling them outright that I wanted to have sex with the girls they were with but they just laughed. I knew nobody was gonna punch me or anything, they respected me too much because of my value I’d created.
At one point, Bojangles wanted to chat to a girl but she was with an orbiter, so we spoiled his fun and I took him away from the girl while Bojangles had his way with her. I got chatting to the guy, brought another group into the mix, showed them some pictures on my phone of girls I’ve been fucking and they were all loving me. I set the first orbiter to chat with another girl who wasn’t all that pretty but it kept him occupied and freed up my time whilst Bojangles could chat to his girl all he wanted. That’s called bossing the room. I was like Cupid at that point, getting Bojangles some time and getting that girl’s orbiter some pussy.
What made it even better was later when I was chatting to a girl, he came up to me and said the girl he was talking to before that I set him up with, he got her number but she was now chatting to another guy. “What shall I do?”
I then had to explain to my girl what happened and boom, she was hooked.
In total, I got 6 numbers last night but the one I’m most interested in is the Slovak so we’ll see what happens there. She’s quite short and has a nice little figure on her as most Eastern Europeans do. She hardly drinks, doesn’t like going out partying, doesn’t smoke, can cook, is a 21 year old student and is very feminine. That’ll do me.
My night game is getting pretty good now, I understand what it takes to boss a room and it’s simple things like ruling over everyone including the bar staff. Treat everyone like children, maintain your frame all night and don’t get too drunk but most importantly, throw your weight around the room. Unless you can perform the Value Tap to the Bromigo level, then girls won’t be approaching you. You have to go to them and you will feel a lot better when you’re doing it and find it easier knowing you’re in charge of the whole room.
We had to change the strategy from sitting around and creating value, to storming around the room, eyefucking girls as the chumps they were talking to were boring them to death, approaching anyone and everyone, and letting people see that we were the bosses.
I can put up the other 4 approaches if you so wish. I got blown out by three girls too but I was in such a good state, I didn’t care. There’s a lot more to write up about last night but this post is long enough as it is. It even includes shooting a “PUA” from “London Seduction Society” down who thought he was too good to talk to me. Ha, prick. Don’t think he lasted 10 minutes in the bar.