Grow Your Game

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.

It’s been a long time since I last wrote up a full field report, but I wanted to wait until I had something of actual value to write. Stories of street closes, direct game and same-night lays can be found everywhere on the web now, and as you know I like to really raise the bar. Although in this case I don’t think I was fully aware of just how high the bar was to be raised.

It all started with a call from Maxim magazine.

Reporter: Hi, is this Adam Lyons?
Adam: Yeah, it is.
Reporter: We’ve heard that you’ve been voted one of the top 3 pick up artists in the world and currently live in the UK.
Adam: Yeah I suppose I kind of have, though I plan on leaving the UK within the next few weeks.
Reporter: We’d love to interview you for Maxim and put your skills to the test. We’d like to prove that the UK has one of the best seducers in the world.
Adam: Well then how can I say no?
Reporter: Can you come to our office to complete a set of tasks to show us what you’re made of?
Adam: I’m there!

A wise man would have asked what the tasks would involve, but I’ve never been a wise man. Being the little media whore that I am, and always willing to show that unlike many other people in the community I can actually do the things I teach, off I set with a spring in my step.

I arrived at the office pretty much ready for anything- model parties, nightclubs, street approaches or alpha-male blowouts- what could they give me I hadn’t done a hundred times before?

Reporter: Hi there, nice to meet you. Okay we have 3 simple tasks for you.
Adam: Done!
Reporter: That’s what we love to hear! First we’d like you to pull a chick in a bar.
Adam: Hahaha easy.
Reporter: Then we’d like you to pull a chick off the street.
Adam: One of my specialties, no problem.
Reporter: Then we’d like you to go to an office you’ve never been to before, blag your way into the office, walk up to the hottest girl in the room in front of all of her co-workers and pull her while she’s working at her desk.
Adam: …ahem…I’m sorry, what?
Reporter: We know it’s a little too much to ask. If you can’t do it we understand.
Adam: Dude, too much to ask? Are you kidding me? No-one has ever done anything like this as far as I’m aware. This is almost impossible, I mean do I even have a reason to be there?
Reporter: No.
Adam: Can you even get me access to just chill in the room for a few minutes first?
Reporter: No.
Adam: Mate, you’re aware of just how impossible this is right?
Reporter: Look if you can’t do it, we can just find another…
Adam: Mister you really don’t know who you’re talking to. There is NO WAY I’m not going to do this, it’s an amazing challenge. I just want you to realise how bloody impossible it is before I go in there and make it happen.
Reporter: So you’ll do it?
Adam: Watch me.

And with that I headed off to the sales building for their office. Now I want you guys to realise that the bravado I showed the guy was actually just me building up my state. I needed a complete surge of confidence as this would be a one-shot challenge. No warm ups, no trial run.

We stand outside the sales floor looking into the room where there are around 50 people sitting at open desks. Approximately 6 sets of 8 desks lying around full of only two types of people. Hot babes, and alpha males talking loudly into their phones pushing sales. Fabulous.

What I needed was a way in.

The door opened and out walked Kiara. I smile and ask her if this is the sales floor. I ask her name, shake her hand, tell her goodbye, and then I open the door to the office and enter letting it shut behind me.

The game is on.

I move up to the first desk.

Adam: I’m so sorry to bother you, is Kiara here?
Desk guy: I’m sorry you just missed her.
Adam: Oh man typical, she probably went down to meet me. Mind if I wait at her desk?
Desk guy: No problem.

Game 1
Maxim office 0

I sit at the desk and open a random hot babe next to me.

Adam: Hi there, are you one of those girls completely into her work or are you someone who would love an excuse to not do something for a while?
HB: Haha, yeah I’m staring at the internet until I can go.
Adam: Awesome I’m waiting for Kiara and she’s taking forever.

We talk about life, about coffee shops, and other random stuff. I won’t bore you with the details as this is all basic game you can read anywhere. After 5 minutes I have her number and a potential date at a coffee shop.

Game 2
Maxim office 0

However, this was NOT the challenge. The challenge was to get the HOTTEST girl in the room. I could see her from where I sat. A very stunning brunette busy at the desk obviously trying to prove to the world she is more than just a pretty face. I’m sure she is too.

So I ask the girl I’m talking to what all the other desks do.

I find out that the super-hot chick is working on the desk that supplies sales for an international magazine. So I ask:

Adam: So if I had a friend that wanted to advertise in an international magazine I would need to talk to…?
HB: Paula, just over there.
Adam: Any chance of a introduction?
HB: No problem. Hi Paula, this is Adam…

From this point on we have a quick chat, but I’m aware time is of the essence so I go for broke.

Adam: Hey Paula, I have to make a move soon, but I’d really like to talk further about this and life and whatever so how about you and me do a work lunch, we get your office to pay for it, and we see what we can come up with together?
HB Paula: Sure thing, next Wednesday 1pm any good for you?
Adam: Done.

At that moment Kiara walks in. I stand up and leave the office with the biggest grin on my face, not before looking to Kiara and saying:

Adam: Thank you so very much for absolutely everything, I wish you well missy.

In summary:

Find a good reason to be there, wherever you are.
Social Proof works EVERYWHERE.
Get the day 2 under whatever means you have to, then run game in a more comfortable environment.