I picked up a classical Japanese beauty on Charing Cross Road
It's late at night, a Tuesday I remember - but a hot and sultry night. Must have been past midnight or thereabouts, I can't remember.
This pickup happened last month. I am not trying to log all the pickups I've done, all the approaches, the successes, the failures. I just simply delve into my rich array of experiences when I feel like saying something that I think someone may benefit from. Sometimes I just post something to remind myself how great or insightful some moment was in my pickup life.
Hungry for new excitement and thrills I was searching round some of the cooler and not so cool parts of the West End. My plan was to actually to go to specific clubs and try and pickup babes and get them back to my place the same night - proper full extractions in community language.
However when searching round the immediate vacinities of some of the clubs I had shortlisted, I was dumbstruck at the quality of women just walking around the West End at night - may be going to clubs - may be going home - looking to meet up with friends - whatever.
I thought to myself - think of your ability - think of your achievements as a pickup artist, picking girls off the streets, in shops - bookshops, planes .... - the people all around me these beautiful women don't know what I can do - use your skills now - forget the clubs - it's more thrilling to surrender to the immediacy of your desires - move in for the kill now - wherever they are.
It took a few minutes to get in the right mental state, but the inspiration of exotic female form all around me quickly focused my life force into a formidable pickup machine.
There was a bus stop outside Foyle's book shop. A classical looking traditional Japanese girl, shy and submissive looking, stands at the bus stop, with other people also waiting for the bus. She moves around a bit and then steps back a few paces. She leans against the glass of Foyles bookshop and sticks her ipod fontopia headphones in her ears.
I move in for the approach and just start talking to her. My opener is crap, but the quality of energy I bring to this pickup does the trick ".... hi, you're Japanese aren't you" . She pulls out her headphones and responds - affirmatively and a bit nervously with a 'yes'.
I try to be friendly and normal, not trying to go overt with seduction. I like Japanese things - especially their women - I already have 1 Jgirl in my gang, but a new one is always welcome. I tell her about my other Japanese girl, as if she is just my friend. We talk about respect for authority, what she does for a living, where we live - I joke with her and talk a few Japanese phrases I've picked up from my other girls I've picked up. It turns out she is a waitress working in the City - but she hates it and hates men in grey boring suits too.
It turns out she lives about 5 minutes from me. Being such a shining white knight, I offer to give her a lift home in my expensive sports car (I refer to it as just a car to her with no hint of ostentation). She is wary though about just getting into a car with a guy at night, she has just met 10/15 minutes ago! Sensible girl. Her bus still hasn't arrived, so I don't bail out yet, I decided I can win her over with a bit more work. I brush aside her rejection to come with me in my car and just carry on working on her.
I continue building rapport with this girl, making her laugh and smile with jokes, observations about British vs. Japanese society, work ethics, and my interesting lifestyle. When her eyes light up again with some comment I made that she liked, I struck again - "come on, it will be quicker with me, I'll drop you anywhere you want" - I start walking away - THIS TIME SHE FOLLOWS ME! - job done.
My car is about 2 minutes away. When she sees my car - she is impressed, but note that's not the thing that won her over - that car is just the icing on the cake. This girl reminds me of girls that boring Japanese salarymen lust after, buy panties from and love to use and abuse in depravity and Manga comics (not that I'm into that stuff, but I've seen the images). I don't think most guys would like her looks, but I appreciate her.
We have a great conversation. I make her feel safe and reassured. I drop her home and of course get her phone number at the end - text book stuff.
This pickup happened last month. I am not trying to log all the pickups I've done, all the approaches, the successes, the failures. I just simply delve into my rich array of experiences when I feel like saying something that I think someone may benefit from. Sometimes I just post something to remind myself how great or insightful some moment was in my pickup life.
Hungry for new excitement and thrills I was searching round some of the cooler and not so cool parts of the West End. My plan was to actually to go to specific clubs and try and pickup babes and get them back to my place the same night - proper full extractions in community language.
However when searching round the immediate vacinities of some of the clubs I had shortlisted, I was dumbstruck at the quality of women just walking around the West End at night - may be going to clubs - may be going home - looking to meet up with friends - whatever.
I thought to myself - think of your ability - think of your achievements as a pickup artist, picking girls off the streets, in shops - bookshops, planes .... - the people all around me these beautiful women don't know what I can do - use your skills now - forget the clubs - it's more thrilling to surrender to the immediacy of your desires - move in for the kill now - wherever they are.
It took a few minutes to get in the right mental state, but the inspiration of exotic female form all around me quickly focused my life force into a formidable pickup machine.
There was a bus stop outside Foyle's book shop. A classical looking traditional Japanese girl, shy and submissive looking, stands at the bus stop, with other people also waiting for the bus. She moves around a bit and then steps back a few paces. She leans against the glass of Foyles bookshop and sticks her ipod fontopia headphones in her ears.
I move in for the approach and just start talking to her. My opener is crap, but the quality of energy I bring to this pickup does the trick ".... hi, you're Japanese aren't you" . She pulls out her headphones and responds - affirmatively and a bit nervously with a 'yes'.
I try to be friendly and normal, not trying to go overt with seduction. I like Japanese things - especially their women - I already have 1 Jgirl in my gang, but a new one is always welcome. I tell her about my other Japanese girl, as if she is just my friend. We talk about respect for authority, what she does for a living, where we live - I joke with her and talk a few Japanese phrases I've picked up from my other girls I've picked up. It turns out she is a waitress working in the City - but she hates it and hates men in grey boring suits too.
It turns out she lives about 5 minutes from me. Being such a shining white knight, I offer to give her a lift home in my expensive sports car (I refer to it as just a car to her with no hint of ostentation). She is wary though about just getting into a car with a guy at night, she has just met 10/15 minutes ago! Sensible girl. Her bus still hasn't arrived, so I don't bail out yet, I decided I can win her over with a bit more work. I brush aside her rejection to come with me in my car and just carry on working on her.
I continue building rapport with this girl, making her laugh and smile with jokes, observations about British vs. Japanese society, work ethics, and my interesting lifestyle. When her eyes light up again with some comment I made that she liked, I struck again - "come on, it will be quicker with me, I'll drop you anywhere you want" - I start walking away - THIS TIME SHE FOLLOWS ME! - job done.
My car is about 2 minutes away. When she sees my car - she is impressed, but note that's not the thing that won her over - that car is just the icing on the cake. This girl reminds me of girls that boring Japanese salarymen lust after, buy panties from and love to use and abuse in depravity and Manga comics (not that I'm into that stuff, but I've seen the images). I don't think most guys would like her looks, but I appreciate her.
We have a great conversation. I make her feel safe and reassured. I drop her home and of course get her phone number at the end - text book stuff.
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