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Tell me a secret about you, something I’d never guess

krauserpua
December 8, 2011

When you hit the streets long enough you start to encounter strange people and strange circumstances, whether through blind chance or because the crazies are more likely to stop and talk. For example June this year while out with Whitewolf I street-stopped a stunning half-Swedish / half-Argentinian ten outside M&S at Covent Garden. Literally a ten. No ifs no buts. Looked like a Victoria Secrets model on a good day.

Me: “Hi. I just want to say, I was just over there when I saw you and there is no way I was going to walk by without telling you you’re hot, like a real woman”

Literally this hot

She loved it. Ten minute chat then I take her for an idate at Starbucks which also goes great. She’s bubbly, happy, IOIing and talking lots. I’m almost overwhelmed by how easy it is to build attraction and rapport with the hottest woman I’ve seen in my life. And she seems so nice – living in London to intern for a professional firm, a former wedding model, and very smart. So I’m sitting back, sipping my coffee and letting it all play out. After an hour we exchange numbers and flirt by text for a few days till we have a date in Camden one evening.

She arrives at the pub dolled up nice and showing ample cleavage. More fantastic interacting and it’s so totally on. As I finish my first pint her phone rings so I take the opportunity to go to the toilet. Five minutes later I’m back and she’s….. gone.

I wait. Ten minutes pass and I look for her. She’s literally gone. I text her “?” and get nothing. Puzzled. There was nothing in the vibe to suggest she wasn’t enjoying the date – it was going blindingly well. Perhaps she got bad news on the phone, or an emergency? But then why didn’t she text later? Three days later I text her and she replies:

“Listen, I work part time for an escort agency. Because I need the money while doing my internship. Just wanted to be honest. I need £195 in order to pay for something for eg this week. That is how it is right now.”

Ho.. hum.

I never see her again. A month later I get a text from Tom saying (to paraphrase): “You’ll never guess what happened. I opened a stunner on Oxford Street. Tried to get her on a Day 2 and she sent me this text [almost word for word the one I got]”. Same girl.

I don’t know who thinks who is more weird, us or her. Burto has idated two black prostitutes. Maybe women really are all dirty whores…….

So, to the video on today’s post. While in Oslo with Team Krauser in September we were struggling with the torrential weather. At lunchtime on the last day I find a cute brunette walking across the town square into the train station and bounce her for coffee. It’s a routine idate but I can’t figure her out. She’s cute, relaxed and interesting but way too nonchalant for something that should be so unusual for her. We ended up idating for about two hours but early on I realise that I shouldn’t be poking my dick into her ladyglove, as she elaborates at the end of the video.

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Title Tell me a secret about you, something I’d never guess
Author krauserpua
Date December 8, 2011 3:30 PM UTC (12 years ago)
Blog Krauser PUA
Archive Link https://theredarchive.com/blog/Krauser-PUA/tell-me-a-secret-about-you-something-id-neverguess.27679
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