Wednesday night and I meet Wisdom and Suave near Piccadilly in an old school pub. Elvis is on the jukebox and the floor is packed with various strains of office beta unwinding with a flaggon of ale. We get a quiet table in the corner with battered leather sofas. We just know itâs going to be a fun night. We are a tight crew with unified goals and mutual respect.
My first entourage member shows up alone, the fashion store Aussie girl I sarged a week or so earlier. Sheâs tall, leggy and likes to banter. We meet outside and as I lead her through the throng she slipstreams behind me, grabbing my arm with some early kino. Sheâs soon at ease with these three new guys and my wings give off subtle DHVs in their deferential manner towards me. We head on to the club.
Inside itâs a classic guest-list only deal – not a single fattie. I quickly estimate about 50% of the girls to be HB7s or better and even the dregs are still passable. A throng of male model clones sit at one VIP table, an assortment of fashion insider men at another. Lots of party girls are flitting to and fro, some in the classic Essex-girl warpaint and fake tits. Wisdom goes off to find his girl.
A few free drinks later and Iâm working awkward kino with my target. I say awkward because sheâs into the kino and allowing some escalation but I canât quite pull the trigger. My calibration is telling me that sheâs not comfortable kissing in front of everyone here. Nonetheless sheâs qualifying to me by trying to tell interesting stories (they arenât â just Western girl stories about drinking and vomiting) and is easily isolated. I notice that throughout the night she stays within my protective orbit and shakes off the attentions of other men.
One hour in my two Koreans show up while Iâm still in isolation with the Aussie. Not-quite coincidently Suave and Wisdom pick them out the crowd, get them comp drinks and put them at ease â DHVing me until I walk back with the Aussie on my arm. Iâm thinking sheâs fantastic social proof for a club because of her height, slim frame, and striking features. Her flaws are things youâd only notice in daylight (slightly worn skin) or in conversation (typical Aussie empowered woman bullshit masking a feminine heart). I then begin some mild jealousy plotlines.
I lead the Koreans for a while and weâre soon on the dancefloor with me picking them up and throwing them around, inducing much giggling. For ten minutes Iâll be with them then just walk off and engage the Aussie, then back again. Itâs hitting â you can see the girls bristle with competition. Wisdom is working the room because when the club photographer snaps us, Wisdom befriends him and takes him round the club opening sets â thus DHVing as a socialite leader and also getting himself a ton of photos with hot girls. We spend time at the hostâs table drinking her champagne and Iâm feeling in good state.
I see two pretty Indian chicks dancing by the bar, looking around. Clearly attention seeking but they have a nice vibe. Iâm in such good state that I open without any game:
Krauser: Hi. Iâm Krauser
HB6: Hi.
HB8: Hi.
Krauser: Are you girls here with [host] too?
Thatâs all it takes. Theyâve seen me at the hostâs table, and with three different girls so the preselection and social proof is strong. Suave comes in to wing but I forget to indicate my target until five minutes in but upon doing do (I say to him âIâll have to show you my new t-shirtâ while I put my hand on the targetâs shoulder) he engages the obstacle and pulls her away to give me isolation.
HB8 Indian is lovely. Sheâs qualifying like crazy from the beginning, leaning in, trying to impress. Iâm sitting back on a stool and every now and then I say âCome closer, I canât hear youâ and pull her in with both hands on her hips. She comes closer. I start fooling with her. Describing my Christmas up in the North, Iâm painting a picture of the snowy hills and the crackling log fire:
Krauser: You can imagine the view from the top of the hill, looking down over the valley and the forest. All covered with a blanket of soft white snow
HB8: *coos appreciatively*
Krauser: You know how trees are when the snow lies? Câmon on â stand there. Arms out. OK, you be the tree.
HB8: *giggles, stands in front of me with arms out wide*
Krauser: The snow rests on the top *touches her head* and then as you work your way down *drags fingers down her neck, shoulders and along arms to the tips* the snow is resting on the branches but you can see the green leaves underneath
HB8: *giggling*
Krauser: No, your arms are too horizontal. This is a fir tree. Put them down a bit.
HB8: *more giggling and adjusts arms*
Later sheâs talking about how as a little girl she used to make costumes for her Barbie dolls.
Krauser: Iâll bet you played out romantic scenes with them.
HB8: nooooooo!
Krauser: I can see it now. Youâll have Barbie here, in your silly costume *indicates doll* and then youâll have the Ken doll *indicates second doll in conversation with first*
HB8: *laughing, knows Iâve busted her*
Krauser: So youâll act out the scene. Youâll imagine the guy doll is this really cool good looking man of your dreams. Weâll call him Krauser. And Barbie weâll call HB8
HB8: *laughing*
Krauser: Then youâll be all *stupid voice* âOh Krauser, this is so romanticâ and then âYes, HB8, you are beautiful, like a princess”
After number closing and setting up a day 2 I run a childhood DHV story involving the old Masters of the Universe action figures. As Iâm explaining the power punch feature I have her standing up pretending to be Skeletor as I adjust her arms, spin her upper body and make her snap back with the power punch.
The two black girls donât show, or so I think. Four days later Iâm checking my messages and I have two voicemails from her along the lines of âWeâre outside but canât get in. Can you come get usâ
Oops. I see her on Facebook chat and apologise. Iâve projected enough douchebag already so I need to soften her up. She soon starts putting smileys in the chat and we arrange to have milkshakes later in the week.
