The chodiest club in Amsterdam is….drums…the Powerzone! It is full of villagers from around Holland and has the highest densities of anti social & aggressive people I have ever seen in a club in Amsterdam! Well life is full of challenges…time for one on a Saturday night…we (HowBoutNo, Velouria and me) are taking it!
We are waiting for Velouria to arrive and get ourselves a drink at the bar. While we’re there I try to open the two set next to us by stringing chode openers together with a smile, something new, haven’t tried that before. “Do you like this place, do you come here often, where are you from, what’s your name?” is delivered in a neutral rapport but machine gun like tonality within a second and well, shit doesn’t work. The girls don’t even look at me but strongly focus on looking the other way. So I say “excuuuuusssseeee meeeee” like Redman & Methodman do in How High when they are late for their Harvard lecture, laugh it off and turn away…weird village girls! Next!
See a group of village girls standing on the dancefloor so I decide to teach them some dance moves, the girl I approached is halfway into it but only wants to dance the moves if her friends can join too, jesus talk about socially conditioned people….don’t do anything weird (village language for “different” or “fun”) or the whole village will know. At this moment I realize that I really don’t like the place, the location or the crowd but fuck it, it is a Saturday night! The quest for glory tonight is to find girls from Amsterdam, not cow-shit village! I do a few more meaningless sets which do hook but don’t really interest me and then I see the two blonds of glory!
These two girls are super hot, visually and style wise at least two levels above the village crowd, true turbos….this is for me! I tell HowBoutNo that this will be the set of glory later on but we were on our way to get some food first. 20 minutes later I see both girls enjoying themselves, by themselves….time to go, give value and have fun!
On my over to them I tune into my breaking rapport tonality and open with a big smile saying “you’re going to get kicked out of this place soon”…puzzled look on both faces…”both of you are way too stylish to be in this ‘club’, you have to tone it down, this is a villager place, you’re not from Zaandam or Hoorn (villages around Amsterdam), are you?” “No, we’re from Amsterdam!” And boom the set is open! “Fuck, I am really glad to hear that cause I’ve only met aggressive farmers so far tonight” We shoot the shit about the place for a bit and they’re hooked, time for me to tone it down and to go into normal conversation, with spikes of course. They are at least my age or older, I love women around 30, and of course the age thing comes up to which I bring my usual “it is your birthday in a couple of hours, you’re turning 19, right?” Test is passed!
I leave them alone for a while and come back every now and then to talk and escalate physically. During the third round or so, the girls exchange a few words and one leaves the other alone with me; this is the point where I fucked up. I should have gotten her number and kissed her shortly afterwards or the other way around for that matter but I missed the time window of opportunity which the girls had given to me in order to close, fuck! I wrote her a funny, little 6th grader note signed with my full name; the idea behind that was to make me the prize and get her to find me on facebook or the Dutch equivalent website, which has not happened so far and I don’t think it is going to happen. I should have taken the opportunity in pure dominance and closed, which is how I led the rest of the interaction but I didn’t realize how far this set already was and choded it into pieces with my little 6th grader note. I might have been afraid that my shitty, little ego could get hurt and therefore failed to close…fuck!
Lesson: Never, ever leave a hot girl after she’s hooked without trying to k-close her, if she rejects me then I at least know for sure and don’t need to think about potentially missed opportunities the Tuesday afterwards anymore.
Thinking about potentially missed glory hurts much more than a rejection ever could!
Oh well, Friday’s dancer, actress turbo girl replied to my text and wants to hang-out, the world could look much worse….
Satisfaction
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
FR: The Cute Dancer / Actress
HowBoutNo and me went to Werck on Friday; it was very busy, I’d call it packed, and there were a few hot girls. I only did two sets that night but hey I am not collecting names but hotties!
After choding for a few minutes I pushed HouwBoutNo into a warm-up set that I saw and he opens and runs it well. When he was in set I opened a cute blonde (7) who was standing behind me with some opener delivered in breaking rapport mode. She is into me, cannot believe that I am German until she sees my ID and introduces me to her colleagues who she is out with. I always make the girls laugh before they ask “where are you from” and then I happen to be German…it all puzzles and emotionally spikes them cause they have a completely different picture of Germans as compared to how I am. Since I am not that much into her I leave her when I see HowBoutNo leaving his set. We decide to get a drink and make a round.
On our way, I notice this absolute turbo girl and out eyes lock, mine are glowing with activated lasers of glory! Since it is so full I get pushed from two sides simultaneously while we’re having eye contact, so I get out my loudest breaking rapport sergeant’s voice/tonality in combination with a big smile and ask from a couple of meters distance “what’s your favorite way of being pushed around”….spectators, spectators, lots of spectators around us and the set is open! I tend to underestimate the sound of my voice at times, reminds me of high school when most teachers complained about my loud voice, they don’t even know how money such a loud commanding voice can be.
After the opener, we have a really cool conversation mostly in English, partially in German and Dutch and really enjoy each others company. At some point she asks how old I am and I tell her that I am almost 27 and that she must be turning 21 in a couple of hours since it is her birthday. It wasn’t really her birthday and she’s actually 30 BUT this birthday/21 story took away the whole “you’re too young for me” bullshit before it could come up and created a birthday bubble of love. I think the use of breaking rapport tonality might have been key here; it worked incredibly well. When HowBoutNo comes by and I introduce him to her she excitedly tells him about the two conversational threads delivered in breaking rapport while I just chill back and let them talk…enjoy the silences, we’re hooked anyways.
At some point I start with future adventure projections and talk going to the indoor snow arena together where she’ll have to snowboard, she’s a skier, and I’ll have to ski, I am a snowboarder. This is great and gets me her phone number, which she apparently almost never gives out to anybody who cold approaches her, random people around me actually started cheering when she typed it in. She used to be a professional ballet dancer and an on and off soap opera actress for the last ten years and she’s smoking hot; I have to progress this interaction…
Luckily, I see a couple making out in horrible style, looks like their tongs are exploring each others lungs and they try to eat each others face in a straight mechanical manner, the least sexy kiss I have seen for a while. So I point it out to her and tell her that these guys are horrible kissers, make a few more jokes about their specific movements, compare the heads to dog heads in a dog bowl etc. and she’s laughing and loving it. At this point I lock her eyes and say “are you at least a good kisser? On a scale from 1 to 10 how good are you.” She hesitates with the answer and seems a bit aware of what’s coming and I decide not to go in just yet. We make a few more jokes about the cannibalizing couple and I switch on the breaking rapport tonality again and tell her “look at these cannibals… nobody deserves to be kissed like that…you got to be more sensual than that first start a bit like this” When I said sensual, I brushed her hair out of her face and away from the side of her neck, under her ears to be precise, and kissed her a couple of times on the neck as I finish my sentence. Her eyes are glowing and I am telling her that this is it cause I don’t like making out in a nightclub….yeah right.
Anyways, we’re just chilling together and apart from each other and exchange a couple more enjoyable neck kisses from time to time. At the end of the evening I leave her with her with all male group of friends for a while. The guys are really cool and not in open competition; they’ve actually asked me for approach/flirt advice a few times when she went to the bathroom…funny, I don’t wear a player name tag…yet, of course I gave them good advice but made sure not to mention that I am into pick-up.
I rejoin her group and I am friends with everybody, got the girl keylocked, clawed or holding my hand in turns and I am telling her friends that I’ll have to steal her for three minutes but that I will bring her back in one piece.
I take her to the coat check, sit down on a table put her tight little dancer body in between my legs and tell her that I want to see her again soon for our snow session. At this point she starts talking about some short term financial dire straits she’s in and that skiing will have to wait. But she also makes sure to stress that she wants to hang out with me; I tell her that I’ll think of something exciting, kiss her neck a few more times, kiss her cheeks three times (Dutch custom), then kiss her mouth a few times teasingly and tell her that we’ll hang out soon.
I am sure there’ll be a second part to this report soon, I’ll follow up with her this week!
Satisfaction
After choding for a few minutes I pushed HouwBoutNo into a warm-up set that I saw and he opens and runs it well. When he was in set I opened a cute blonde (7) who was standing behind me with some opener delivered in breaking rapport mode. She is into me, cannot believe that I am German until she sees my ID and introduces me to her colleagues who she is out with. I always make the girls laugh before they ask “where are you from” and then I happen to be German…it all puzzles and emotionally spikes them cause they have a completely different picture of Germans as compared to how I am. Since I am not that much into her I leave her when I see HowBoutNo leaving his set. We decide to get a drink and make a round.
On our way, I notice this absolute turbo girl and out eyes lock, mine are glowing with activated lasers of glory! Since it is so full I get pushed from two sides simultaneously while we’re having eye contact, so I get out my loudest breaking rapport sergeant’s voice/tonality in combination with a big smile and ask from a couple of meters distance “what’s your favorite way of being pushed around”….spectators, spectators, lots of spectators around us and the set is open! I tend to underestimate the sound of my voice at times, reminds me of high school when most teachers complained about my loud voice, they don’t even know how money such a loud commanding voice can be.
After the opener, we have a really cool conversation mostly in English, partially in German and Dutch and really enjoy each others company. At some point she asks how old I am and I tell her that I am almost 27 and that she must be turning 21 in a couple of hours since it is her birthday. It wasn’t really her birthday and she’s actually 30 BUT this birthday/21 story took away the whole “you’re too young for me” bullshit before it could come up and created a birthday bubble of love. I think the use of breaking rapport tonality might have been key here; it worked incredibly well. When HowBoutNo comes by and I introduce him to her she excitedly tells him about the two conversational threads delivered in breaking rapport while I just chill back and let them talk…enjoy the silences, we’re hooked anyways.
At some point I start with future adventure projections and talk going to the indoor snow arena together where she’ll have to snowboard, she’s a skier, and I’ll have to ski, I am a snowboarder. This is great and gets me her phone number, which she apparently almost never gives out to anybody who cold approaches her, random people around me actually started cheering when she typed it in. She used to be a professional ballet dancer and an on and off soap opera actress for the last ten years and she’s smoking hot; I have to progress this interaction…
Luckily, I see a couple making out in horrible style, looks like their tongs are exploring each others lungs and they try to eat each others face in a straight mechanical manner, the least sexy kiss I have seen for a while. So I point it out to her and tell her that these guys are horrible kissers, make a few more jokes about their specific movements, compare the heads to dog heads in a dog bowl etc. and she’s laughing and loving it. At this point I lock her eyes and say “are you at least a good kisser? On a scale from 1 to 10 how good are you.” She hesitates with the answer and seems a bit aware of what’s coming and I decide not to go in just yet. We make a few more jokes about the cannibalizing couple and I switch on the breaking rapport tonality again and tell her “look at these cannibals… nobody deserves to be kissed like that…you got to be more sensual than that first start a bit like this” When I said sensual, I brushed her hair out of her face and away from the side of her neck, under her ears to be precise, and kissed her a couple of times on the neck as I finish my sentence. Her eyes are glowing and I am telling her that this is it cause I don’t like making out in a nightclub….yeah right.
Anyways, we’re just chilling together and apart from each other and exchange a couple more enjoyable neck kisses from time to time. At the end of the evening I leave her with her with all male group of friends for a while. The guys are really cool and not in open competition; they’ve actually asked me for approach/flirt advice a few times when she went to the bathroom…funny, I don’t wear a player name tag…yet, of course I gave them good advice but made sure not to mention that I am into pick-up.
I rejoin her group and I am friends with everybody, got the girl keylocked, clawed or holding my hand in turns and I am telling her friends that I’ll have to steal her for three minutes but that I will bring her back in one piece.
I take her to the coat check, sit down on a table put her tight little dancer body in between my legs and tell her that I want to see her again soon for our snow session. At this point she starts talking about some short term financial dire straits she’s in and that skiing will have to wait. But she also makes sure to stress that she wants to hang out with me; I tell her that I’ll think of something exciting, kiss her neck a few more times, kiss her cheeks three times (Dutch custom), then kiss her mouth a few times teasingly and tell her that we’ll hang out soon.
I am sure there’ll be a second part to this report soon, I’ll follow up with her this week!
Satisfaction
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
FR: A Learning Experience until I Wing a Lesbian to See her Kiss my Friend
Went out with HowBoutNo and two other guys on Saturday night, he’s sort of becoming my main wing; he’s a really cool guy, we can talk about game and non-game related stuff, and our skill levels are similar with different strengths and weaknesses, always good fun to go out with him.
We go to a bar which is sort of becoming a main pick-up spot in Amsterdam; we have noticed quite a few people approaching beautiful strangers. The place is tough too with hot chicks and air of socially conditioned people, mostly beautiful ones, blessing it.
Opened a few, about four, sets and sucked...but who cares. The only remarkable one was the set with HB Shit Test, who I wasn’t even interested in. I approached her cute hairdresser friend (HB Hair) and after a minute asked her to be polite and introduce me to her friends.
She did and straight after the intro one of her friends, HB Shit Test, looked at me and fiercely asked what the name of the third girl was. Since I didn’t know I gave her HB ST her own name back to which she angrily replied “no, her name” and pointed to her friend. I said, “I dunno, are you a strict grade school teacher when you don’t go out?” First, she waves off cause of the name but then she goes “No, I’m not a teacher” to which I answer: “Oh, so you don’t like to work with people, maybe you’re an engineer…” Now, HB ST, who is the mother hen of the group, gets pissed off and says “I give you one last chance…look at me, just look at me!” I said, “ok you wear size 36 you’re about 1.75m, you can be a model” at that point she smiled gave me a high five and felt validated in her model being…time to cut it “maybe a hand model” I said and she’s mad again but I laughed and said “don’t worry, you’re cute” and it was time to get on target again.
HB Hair and me had a great convo and the claw and push/pull did their work, but somehow I was intimidated by the entire tough façade all three girls put up and didn’t close HB Hair…damn it would have been easy and worth it!
We leave the place to hit the next one, which almost has no good sets. I meet a summer FB and introduce her to HowBoutNo. Somehow this girl, with her ‘I don’t give a fuck attitude’ ignites my nimbus for a bit. I game her again, even though she has a boyfriend and it is all fun and good banter. At this point HowBoutNo is tired and goes home.
When we with her group leave to hit a club, this random lesbian is hitting on one of her girlfriends who never kissed a girl before and I want to see it happen. The lesbian’s friend stands next to me and complains that she wants to go home and talks all sorts of rubbish, I occupy her cause I expect her lesbian friend to make the make-out happen soon and I wanna see it. After about a minute she asks me if I am gay and that is the sign, I laugh out loud, grab her head and make out with her for half a minute and tell her that I am far away from gay. We kiss again and I keep my eyes open at all times to check the lesbian seduction which surely starts happening soon.
Great, I love to be around girls while they break their sexual barriers and if I need to wing a lesbian by kissing her HB 6 friend, fine, I am here to please…myself!
Satisfaction
We go to a bar which is sort of becoming a main pick-up spot in Amsterdam; we have noticed quite a few people approaching beautiful strangers. The place is tough too with hot chicks and air of socially conditioned people, mostly beautiful ones, blessing it.
Opened a few, about four, sets and sucked...but who cares. The only remarkable one was the set with HB Shit Test, who I wasn’t even interested in. I approached her cute hairdresser friend (HB Hair) and after a minute asked her to be polite and introduce me to her friends.
She did and straight after the intro one of her friends, HB Shit Test, looked at me and fiercely asked what the name of the third girl was. Since I didn’t know I gave her HB ST her own name back to which she angrily replied “no, her name” and pointed to her friend. I said, “I dunno, are you a strict grade school teacher when you don’t go out?” First, she waves off cause of the name but then she goes “No, I’m not a teacher” to which I answer: “Oh, so you don’t like to work with people, maybe you’re an engineer…” Now, HB ST, who is the mother hen of the group, gets pissed off and says “I give you one last chance…look at me, just look at me!” I said, “ok you wear size 36 you’re about 1.75m, you can be a model” at that point she smiled gave me a high five and felt validated in her model being…time to cut it “maybe a hand model” I said and she’s mad again but I laughed and said “don’t worry, you’re cute” and it was time to get on target again.
HB Hair and me had a great convo and the claw and push/pull did their work, but somehow I was intimidated by the entire tough façade all three girls put up and didn’t close HB Hair…damn it would have been easy and worth it!
We leave the place to hit the next one, which almost has no good sets. I meet a summer FB and introduce her to HowBoutNo. Somehow this girl, with her ‘I don’t give a fuck attitude’ ignites my nimbus for a bit. I game her again, even though she has a boyfriend and it is all fun and good banter. At this point HowBoutNo is tired and goes home.
When we with her group leave to hit a club, this random lesbian is hitting on one of her girlfriends who never kissed a girl before and I want to see it happen. The lesbian’s friend stands next to me and complains that she wants to go home and talks all sorts of rubbish, I occupy her cause I expect her lesbian friend to make the make-out happen soon and I wanna see it. After about a minute she asks me if I am gay and that is the sign, I laugh out loud, grab her head and make out with her for half a minute and tell her that I am far away from gay. We kiss again and I keep my eyes open at all times to check the lesbian seduction which surely starts happening soon.
Great, I love to be around girls while they break their sexual barriers and if I need to wing a lesbian by kissing her HB 6 friend, fine, I am here to please…myself!
Satisfaction
Monday, January 12, 2009
FR: NYE Makeout, One set – One kill
Here is my very brief (and belated) NYE FR. Went out with two of my best friends, they are not into pick-up so it wasn’t going to be a game intensive night, but hell it is NYE, I still want to make out with a cute girl!
So at some point after midnight, I’ll leave my friends to “take a piss and have a smoke” but on my way towards the facilities I see a group of girls in hot dresses sitting on a staircase in the club. I open with a dismissive smile saying, “are you drunk and tired already, you must be British” One of the hotter girls gets pissed and says “we’re not tired and we’re German” I tell her that I still think she’s British…she looks at me puzzled. I give her a big smile and tell her in German, that she should represent our nationality better abroad and not be dull on the stairs in the corner. In the middle of my German sentence, which got her smile big time…surprise I speak your language…I reach out and grab her hand which she gladly takes and lead her away from her friends.
Once isolated we chat for a bit but I keep it very physically dominant, push/pull a bit and go for the make-out in less than 3 minutes, after all I am with my friends. We make out for about 15 minutes, I escalate the hell out of the situation and grab her ass, tits and rub her pussy in the corner. Tried to bounce her to the bathroom but she wouldn’t go, would have taken more time, which I didn’t have. When I am satisfied with my NYE make-out I tell the girl that her friends are probably missing her already. We find them I deliver her back to her group, wish her and her friends a great night and all the best for 2009.
My friends ask me where I have been and first don’t believe what’s happened, then the girls come by on their way out, short good bye make-out ensues…now they cannot understand why I don’t stay on her ass all night and hope that she might allow me to possibly come home with her and maybe, if the situation permits under lucky circumstances blablabla chodey thoughts….
Fact is, logistics sucked (she stayed at a friend’s place, my friends stayed at my place) and I wanted to party with my friends…. Plus who cares about caring so much? There are so many girls out there and I just wanted to make out for a bit on NYE…done!
Satisfaction
So at some point after midnight, I’ll leave my friends to “take a piss and have a smoke” but on my way towards the facilities I see a group of girls in hot dresses sitting on a staircase in the club. I open with a dismissive smile saying, “are you drunk and tired already, you must be British” One of the hotter girls gets pissed and says “we’re not tired and we’re German” I tell her that I still think she’s British…she looks at me puzzled. I give her a big smile and tell her in German, that she should represent our nationality better abroad and not be dull on the stairs in the corner. In the middle of my German sentence, which got her smile big time…surprise I speak your language…I reach out and grab her hand which she gladly takes and lead her away from her friends.
Once isolated we chat for a bit but I keep it very physically dominant, push/pull a bit and go for the make-out in less than 3 minutes, after all I am with my friends. We make out for about 15 minutes, I escalate the hell out of the situation and grab her ass, tits and rub her pussy in the corner. Tried to bounce her to the bathroom but she wouldn’t go, would have taken more time, which I didn’t have. When I am satisfied with my NYE make-out I tell the girl that her friends are probably missing her already. We find them I deliver her back to her group, wish her and her friends a great night and all the best for 2009.
My friends ask me where I have been and first don’t believe what’s happened, then the girls come by on their way out, short good bye make-out ensues…now they cannot understand why I don’t stay on her ass all night and hope that she might allow me to possibly come home with her and maybe, if the situation permits under lucky circumstances blablabla chodey thoughts….
Fact is, logistics sucked (she stayed at a friend’s place, my friends stayed at my place) and I wanted to party with my friends…. Plus who cares about caring so much? There are so many girls out there and I just wanted to make out for a bit on NYE…done!
Satisfaction
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