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, [Read more…]