I haven’t written an FR in ages. Fuck, this feels strange. It’s been a long while since I felt like I did anything out of the ordinary or particularly post-worthy. What happened below is something that I feel pretty proud of - partially because of the result, but mainly because that result was borne from the same determination that got me to where I am today.
Soul arrives in Sweden and argues with Mega about Day Game
It broke down like this. I had been running day game for a couple of days, getting some good results that culminated in a hot Swedish 20 year old coming to my hotel room - I tried to escalate but she was having none of it. No joy.
When Lord Mega arrives, we end up in one or our standard conversations where Mega disparages day game as being utterly pointless and a “fat waste of time”. The thing with Mega is that he has high standards, and most chicks on the streets - at least, most chicks on the streets in London - don’t impress him.
The Two Hottest Teens I’ve Ever Met
And then it happens on Saturday. I’m in the middle of a day game 1-on-1 with a student, and I see these two absolutely stonking beauties walk past. As I turn around and watch them walk away, I think, “Those girls are TOO hot for me, that set will NEVER go well.” Then my chin retracts back into its socket and my balls re-emerge. I remember that I am not a product of my thoughts but a product of my action - nothing ventured, nothing gained. I turn to my student, ask him to give me two minutes, and spring into action.
I run after the two girls and stop just behind them. I turn them around, gently place my hands on their lower backs and exclaim, “Oh my God!!! You two are so fucking hot!!!”
It was superdirect and full of passion. I literally explained to them that they were the two hottest girls I had seen in Sweden, and that I never, ever saw girls as hot as them in London.
Two minutes later, it’s all going well, and then I think, “Fuck, this is going too well. What the hell do I do now? Keep your cool man! I know this. I’ve been here before. The girls are much, much hotter now, but it’s the same shit. Keep your cool!”
So I start thinking logistics and trying to figure out how I’m gonna fuck these girls. They’re too young to get into a club tonight, so it has to be drinks at my hotel room. I invite them, they seem potentially up for it, and we part ways.
The Inevitable Flake
The next few hours I continue teaching my student and do a few more sets. In my head I’m biting my nails and hoping that these two girls won’t flake. One of the girls and I exchange text messages. It starts to flake. By 6pm it’s almost completely flaked.
I’m frantically texting her back, trying to call her, pulling every charming trick out of my bag that I can to un-flake the whole situation. It falls apart: the final texts said they’d try to come see me at my hotel after they’ve seen some friends. It’s too loose, nothing is pinned down. It isn’t going to happen.
I am a creature of persistence. Mega is lying asleep in his bed as he recovers from last night’s ONS, and I’ve just lost two of the hottest girls I’ve ever day sarged. I do not give up so easily. I head back out into the streets, ready to continue day sarging until something good goes down.
The Recapture
I open a girl, she’s Thai, old, not amazingly hot, but boneable. To my surprise, after ten seconds of chat, she asks if I want to come have a beer with her. My prostitute alarm goes off, and I spent the first beer we have setting hooker traps and reading her responses. It’s cool, she is not a hooker, she’s just friendly and wanting to rant about her awful boyfriend. I ask if she’d like to have the next drink at my hotel, she agrees. Boom! Persistence pays off.
We walk back to my hotel and get in the elevator. The door starts to close, and then I hear someone calling my name. I turn and see a beautiful young blonde girl looking at me in bewilderment; the door shuts and brain frantically tries to process what is happening. Jesus Christ, the two super hotties are here! I have to think fast. Do I take the bird in the hand (which is a sure thing, but old and not particular hot) or the two, oh so pretty birds in the bush. I go for the bush. I send the Thai girl packing, and go meet the two hotties downstairs.
Apparently they had seen me walking into the hotel with the Thai girl, so I gave a little explanation that didn’t involve telling them I just met that girl thirty minutes ago on the street. Unreactivity is king.
As I walk into the room, I felt the immense satisfaction of knowing that my efforts had paid off – I pulled the two hottest girls I have ever met on the street back into my hotel room on the same day. I also felt the satisfaction of knowing that Lord Mega was going to come in his pants when he saw these two, and finally have to eat his own words about day game. I wake him up and tell him I brought him a present.
The Learning
The rest is history. We didn’t fuck them. I made out with the brunette chick, and Mega made out with the blonde. In retrospect, we realised that I needed to escalate on the blonde as she was the dominant girl, and she was into me. The brunette was the submissive. I went after her because for me, she was the “safer” option, in that quiet, brunette girls are more within my comfort zone and dominant blonde girls are not. The submissive would have taken whomever the leader hadn’t chosen, but it wouldn’t work the other way.
It was a mistake, and I’ve learnt from it. Nevertheless, that moment when I walked into the room with these two perfect examples of Swedish beauty, having met them only hours ago on the streets of a foreign city, made me think, “Fuck me, I’m glad I got into this shit.”
I am not a religious man, but God bless game.
