Hi.

Call me Shogun. This is a throwaway that I'll be using to post field reports, because I prefer to keep the down-and-dirty details of my personal life separate from my actual handle.

Anyway, last week, I banged four different girls. That tops my personal record. I'll try to be as clinical as possible about what I was doing that got me there - you guys can dissect. I'll throw in a personal belief here or there saying why I personally think something works, but YMMV.

I'm also going to be intentionally vague about what specific activities I do, but suffice to say that I do certain types of activities that I believe make me more valuable to people in general.

Hope you're cool with that.

Notes: I used condoms with each girl, but for brevity didn't mention it.

Numbers 1 and 2

Got done with my after-work obligations. Received text from girl - let's call her Kim - that I hang out with through an artsy hobby that I do. Says she's at my favorite bar with an old friend, and they want me to get a drink with them.

Notice that she's inviting me. In every interaction with her that I have, I actively make decisions to be the fun one. The one who people say "man, we should call up Shogun! He's a blast!"

Point: be the fun guy, and you'll get invited places.

Anyway, I get to the bar. I meet Kim and her friend Vanessa. They're a pair of 7s. I chat Vanessa up. She's a writer, like me, so we hit it off. They're 4 drinks deep, and I need to catch up, so I order us a round of shots.

The shots were free, because I'm a regular at this place - having bar backs as wingmen is INVALUABLE to your game!

Anyway, I mention I have work the next day so I have to leave. The girls want me to stay. I tell them we can have a nightcap at my place.

We get there, I make us all some gimlets (gin, lime juice, touch of sugar), and we all sit in my living room. I suggest we start playing "strip never-have-I-ever."

College was a crazy time for me, so I'm naked first. They soon follow.

Then we play truth-or-dare. In practice, it was mostly dare. I ask one question: "On a scale of 1-10, how horny are you?"

"9," answers Kim.

Next thing you know, they're daring each other to do wonderfully unspecific things to me, and we're in my bedroom.

Good times. Was sleepy as hell at work the next day.

Number 3

This is another friend, let's call her Heather, who I'd never hooked up with before. Heather is a 7.5. Same situation as above. I'm the fun guy that the girls want to invite out because I guarantee a good time (regardless of whether sex happens). She calls me up after I get done a volunteer obligation (see how busy I am?) and says she's hanging with two of her friends and would like me to come to her house for a drink.

Anyway, I get there, and her friends are teasing her because she's playing text tag with some guy who isn't making moves. His loss. Anyway, I tell her to give me her phone. I know the guy and wing for him occasionally, so I dunno what his deal is.

This is what I type: "Steve - get your ass over here and fuck this girl NOW. -Love Shogun"

He just writes LOL in reply and says something about how he has work in the morning. Smart man, though - he lives a while away, and I know he has options (as do I). No reason to put everything on hold for a possible hookup when you're busy.

Anyway, everyone's laughing, saying they "can't believe I just did that!" I just shrug and finish my beer.

The two other friends have to leave, and so it's just me and Heather hanging out. This girl has a lot of hang-ups, but she's fun socially and makes for a good wing woman.

Anyway, we get to talking about the exchange she was having with Steve because he hasn't texted her back. I tell her that she really needs to loosen up and just go after guys instead of pussy-footing about it - she really offered him nothing when I looked at the "flirting" she was doing. Things like "you can come over and help me fix my bike."

Sure, it's an invitation, but come on! Women could really use some game.

Anyway, I make a bet with her that if he texts back, she has to remove an article of clothing. She agrees, because who knows why?

Anyway, I'm about to leave when, ding ding ding, she gets a text. It's from Steve, and he's going to sleep. His loss.

I look at her with my special smile. "Heather," I say. "It's time to make good on our agreement."

She laughs. "What should I remove?"

I don't even say anything. I look at her shorts, and then my eyes follow her legs to the floor. She gets the point.

Sometimes, I don't even know how these things happen to me.

I wasn't originally planning to have sex with her, but when I saw what she was wearing under her shorts (tiiiiiny little thong), I just had to have a taste.

I walk up behind her and run my hands up and down her sides.

"What's happening?" she asks. Her tone was way flirtier than anything she was texting Steve on that phone.

"Nothing," I replied. I just keep kino-ing. Shit, she's already in her panties - so I take off her shirt and give her a full body massage.

I tell her to bend over, she complies, the rest is history.

I get a text the next day saying that "what I did to her was unfair because it made other guys seem boring."

I respond with "THAT'S the kind of thing you should be texting to Steve."

She responds with LOL, and life goes on.

I hang out with her frequently and keep it very casual. I almost feel bad writing this, even if it is anonymously.

Girl 4

I'm at a bar dancing with a bunch of my friends. I get a text from my buddy from Ireland asking where I am. I tell him. He says he's coming out with a pair of Irish girls - one I've met before, the other I haven't. Cool.

They get here, introductions go around. They like my group of friends a lot (who wouldn't? We ARE the party), so we all start dancing.

I meet the third Irish girl, let's call her Niamh (pronounced Neeve). She's a 7.5.

Niamh is in the same exchange program as her two friends, but is at a school outside the city I live in. We're dancing, talking, I get her a shot, she gets me a shot.

My hands wander when I get drunk, so I play "chicken-or-brave" with girls I'm dancing with. I tell her as much, so I start with my hands on her hips. "Chicken or brave," I ask.

She says brave. I move my hands down a little lower. Still brave. Hands approaching Wetville. Still brave. This is a packed club so no one can see.

She says something like "I think you're playing me."

I disengage for a second, just smile, and say, "I think we're having fun."

We make out for a bit. She disappears off somewhere while I keep dancing with my friends. She comes back a bit later and grabs me.

"Some guy tried to pick me up."

"Really?" I ask. "Why didn't you go with him?"

She says "Because I'm going home with you."

I say bye to all of my friends, and take her back to my place. Slainte bocara!

Conclusion

So, I'm not normally this whorey. I do get around, but a lot of times I choose NOT to pursue a girl because it's not worth my time. I'm a busy guy. I wasn't even planning on hanging out with the first three girls because I had other obligations that I had just gotten out of.

But, something about that, in my mind, makes a guy MUCH more desirable to women.

I think that a big part of how I did so much last week was that in every case, I presented and carried myself as a high-value, joker-smiling good time.

Finally, kids' games like "truth or dare," "never have I ever" and "chicken or brave" are WAY more fun when you're an adult if you have the balls to suggest them and the willingness to be the first guy awkwardly sitting around naked.

Hope this was eye-opening for some of you.