THE FORUMS

Thanks, Ivi, I already am having fun here! :)

You on your part have fun in Vienna! See you!

Tried to get into the infamous Berghain in Berlin yesterday. Didn´t work. Waited for 1 hour 15 minutes in the cold, then the doorman said no. So call me crazy, but an hour later, after a short trip to Fritzclub nearby and grabbing something to eat, I got into line again at 5 am. Again a "no" (this time people I got into the line with fucked up). So I didn´t get to game a lot, but whatever, that´s the decision I had to take.

In fact, the line at Berghain is probably more fun than many other clubs on the inside, ha ha! Made a couple of friends. The door policy is by far the most batshit crazy one I have ever seen: I saw several pairs of really cute girls being turned down, they were walking back with their heads hanging. There seemed to be absolutely no system or logic behind whom they were turning down, at one time 20 people in a row, it was like a fucking lottery! I think they said no to about half of the people in line. I don´t get why people living in Berlin actually go there. Me, it was just one night and I will probably not get there again. Saw the bouncers throwing a pretty annoying and totally fucked up guy against the wall. Oh, the Berghain!

I´m in Barcelona now.

3 days break have served me well after that romp (19 nights out from 21 nights). My cold has gotten better.

So this is some other shit that happened recently:

Went on a date with a girl I really liked - which was probably the problem. Liking her made me needy and I didn't take responsibility to re-escalate. Also, there had been 2 weeks in between meating her, no, pardon me, meeting her and the date and I was a bit sick with little voice left from all that going out. We had made out for hours in the club (see my last blog entry), but on the date there were only kisses on the cheek and some light kino. My bad. I usually don't do dates, because I rarely come across a girl that really interests me and I want to learn the SNL thing as quickly as possible. I know that attraction was through the roof before the date, I was so overvalued I had to text her stuff like "I just really like you!", but somehow over the course of the day 2, attraction seems to have completely fizzled. My neediness and hesitation to escalate, I guess. Now she isn't picking up her phone. It hurts a bit. Oh, well.

Then met some crazy girl from Israel in the club a couple of days ago. Nice body, ugly face. She invited me for a glass of Champagne right away (seemed to have money) and proceeded to spill the content of her purse over the bar to show me some photos from her family. There were like 5 different expressions from desperation to joy on her face within the first couple of minutes, she proceeded to drive the barkeeper crazy with her credit card orders and then there was a calling card in her purse, "From my psychiatrist!" Ah, I see. Every once in a while an Israeli looking guy came up to us talking to her in an intense way and ignoring me. She claimed her boyfriend was standing behind us, and I saw a foto of apparently this other guy behind us in her purse as well. Still, he didn't do anything. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a bit kino. Fuck, this was getting spooky now, but what the hell... it was pussy! So we go grind for a bit on the dancefloor, but then I decide finding your cat burning in the microwave the next day is probably not worth it... so I walk away. I'm pretty sure I could have made out with her and maybe laid her, but sometimes the price seems to high... if she had been hot, I still might have risked my life for the cock. Or so.

So tomorrow is thursday, which means: Onwards to new adventures!

Yayyy, I'm back, bitches!!

Broke through my plateau with my second SNL yesterday! A really cute little HB8. Shit is going good! This is the story, taken from my blog:

Was at Volksgarten yesterday at some event for law people - people who are boring as hell! I know, because I have studied this shit for 2 years. So this gave me a good conversational topic for warm ups: “Are you in law too? OMG, absolutely everybody here is in law, tell me you are different!” But nobody was different, well, except for me…

After overcoming my initial prejudices, I saw that the venue was actually full of bangable girls, all in a nice age range between 25 and 35, and no competition from the law chodes. I had some reservations though weather these nice and proper students would be open for such an atrocious thing as a SNL – which should be proven very wrong!

So some days, in some venues, nothing is working, and then again, other days in other venues, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel… that was yesterday! After warming up properly, my second set was a hot 38 year old blonde, who gave me kino and seemed very interested, starting the usual IOI indicating interview – “What’s your job, Where are you from, How old are you?”. When she discovered I was 5 years younger than her, she said “I’m too old for you!” (Note: She didn’t say “You are too young for me!”), probably convincing herself that that was the case. My answer must have been not very satisfying, because she went away soon after. I was ready to re-approach her, when there was this cute small dark-haired girl, an HB8 to me, ordering a drink at the bar next to me. I opened her, she was immediately hooked, and I was thinking “Even better!”, feeling like somebody whom had been given a BMW for Christmas, only to have it taken away and having it replaced by a Mercedes later on.

As the set did hook immediately, I almost didn’t use any canned material, and those sets are usually the best ones, come to think of it. Although the cause and effect could also be the other way around – BECAUSE she is invested so much, I don’t need to use canned shit! Anyways, she was standing on the rod at the foot of the bar for almost the entire convo like a cute little parrot and even dancing on there to make up for my height. We had chemistry, we had fun, we shared the same kind of humor.

Her friends were somewhere else, but she knew a lot of people in the venue and several times somebody came up to say hi. I made sure to introduce myself to the ones who were staying for longer, she started touching some guy, but that might only have been to make me jealous.

What do I remember gamewise?

Lots of teasing and also complimenting (when I saw that attraction was high), banter came very easy, we enjoyed each other’s originality. Maybe 20 min in, I got her to dance with me for a moment, said: “I wonder what it would feel like if we kissed!” giving her the eyes-mouth-eyes gaze. She replied in a self conscious way: “Well, it would probably taste of cigarettes and a bit of alcohol!”, and I just went for it. For the next two or three hours, lots of talking, frequent makeouts, I wisely took her phone number. Escalated a bit, grinding (with her still standing on the rod, just a pole dancer, as we said), me grabbing her everywhere, biting her pretty little neck, went for the pussy rub, no go at first, later she complied. I made sure to almost always interrupt kissing first.

Then I told her I wanted to show her my stamp collection – yes, it’s a funny line for “compliant pulls”! She said she had to think about it – translation: „Sure, anytime!” So after a bit of thinking and two and a half hours of drinking, dancing on the rod, making out and flirting away, I took her outside to the taxis and home. Made sure to lead, get home as quickly as possible with her, and act like it was no big deal to me. Also, keeping her aroused in the taxi by making out, funny banter with the driver, etc.. When I had started to realize that this was actually going to go down, I had begun drinking a bit of alcohol. That made me talk totally uninhibited and not second guessing myself while pulling.

At home some more tipsy talking, I put on candles and music - fuck the neighbours! I tell her she looks like my ex, and it’s true. I actually tell her some more personal things about me, then I go for it… she says: „You are probably doing that every weekend with a new girl!” Ohoho, I figure it can’t hurt to be viewed as a player, so I reply: “Not every weekend!” …. Banging ensues. End of story.

She sleeps on my couch. The sweet scent of a cute girl in my apartment at 6 a.m. in the morning reminds me of why I’m in the game. :)

Funny SNL things in the morning, as both parties check if none of their belongings are missing… kept her lighter and cigarettes as a souvenir though - I have to keep something from every SNL, those are the rules!

Will call and meet her. Curious if she picks up or not.

One or two more weeks, and then I’m going for a winter break.