Monday, June 25, 2007

New Observations on Pickup in London

In the last 2 or 3 months, I've been spending an unprecedented amount of time gaming. As I said earlier, I don't consider this a game, because I'm fighting really hard to get where I want. BTW, don't take my attitude of treating this activity like life or death - it's not that helpful an attitude especially if you're in your first year, but for me this is deadly serious. When things don't go well, I take a step and back and get philosophical, which prevents me from killing myself.

I'm pretty observant and here are some observations that have really struck me as being significant:

1. On Saturday night (when I went out in the early hours of Sunday morning), I scanned the mainstream club scene and realised - WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT the mainstream West End clubs are in London - what a load of shit the guys are in particular - all identikit cocksuckers - a plain shirt, bullshit beckham hair, a regulation piece of jewellery like a chain or something. The girls must be getting tired of this. Now I know that looks count for nearly nothing in game, it's your mind that counts, but I can tell intuitively from quite a bit of club experience, both mainstream and alternative, that virtually all of these guys have really poor levels of game.

2. A guy with a Lamborghini Murcielago (with an Arab number plate). Leaves a club as most people are coming out. Like all clubs at that time, the social groups that have formed in the club huddle together outside, but this guy with his £190,000 car comes out of the club on his own gets in his car and leaves alone. As he starts the engine (which I remember vividly) because the Murcielago sounds like beast, he revs it almost in frustration, it sounds awesome and everyone looked as he drove off, but I could feel his anger. The guy may have learnt something, your car means NOTHING in pickup. It will not seal the deal. It will not work against you either, but I could feel what that guy was thinking 'here are all these beautiful girls all standing outside with guys who drive modified Fords and Nissan Skylines, and look my amazing car, why don't the girls come with me?' - Dude you need reprogramming. I've felt like this guy at times, not for exactly the same reason (as I don't have such exotic machinery), but I've felt the same way in that I have academic achievements, have worked in high profile companies earning six figures, am told so many complimentary things about myself and I've felt, so why the fuck can't I get some cheap hot mini-skirted girls like that - things are coming around for me. I've got to hang on for the ultimate experiences though. Can I hang on long enough?

3. SEX. If you extract a girl from a club for same night sex, you better be able to give her a good sexual experience, or something ATLEAST average. If you've spent a whole load of nervous energy gaming, then you're tired and a bit uncomfortable with a totally new girl that you've got to keep talking to and then take her home, if you're not experienced at macking, you can easily find your dick won't work, because of sheer nerves. Or, you can find because you've gone out on 'full tanks' when you get home, you're load is under a hair trigger. Then with a condom it's even worse. This side of the pickup scene just seems to be ignored by the main pickup schools (Badboy has some tips I hear in his workshop). Nobody else talks about it, people assume if you've extracted a girl out of club, you take her home and have mind blowing sex. This isn't true, unless a guy is experienced at this game and knows the pitfalls and is prepared and in some kind of sexual shape the sex is likely to be useless. The guy will still appear to be a stud to his peers though, because nobody knows any different. Why do you think some porn actors are so sought after? Not every guy can just go around and fuck new girls with 'reliability'. As you get into pickup, bear this in mind and be prepared mentally and physically.

4. The supply of new and good looking girls just seems to be endless. The club girls' demographic is changing; a large percentage of the girls I'm seeing in London clubs aren't English - even in alternative clubs - they aren't from the indigenous population (if that term has any meaning now). There are pros and cons to this, but it's significant, in that what you say to a girl in a conversation, you've got to allow for her level of ability with the language and adjust accordingly. Again, through countless interactions with women in the capital you can start to guage it - you can tell where she's from near enough and with her first sentence you know how conversant she is with English. Don't ask her where she's from though as an opener - it's lame. "Are you Polish? I have a Pole for you bitch."

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