I told her, “We’re gonna have fun. I’ll show you my favourite places â give you a dream holiday and we are going to increase our pheromone attraction.”
She said, “When I will know the dates, I will inform you. Thank you.”
I texted back, “Cool.”
It was cool. The pre-selection of my Palanga photos had dovetailed with the meta-level takeaway of leaving the country. I still doubt she understood the actual words. Many times since I’ve verbally bamboozled girls where they give the look of, “I have no idea what you’re saying but I love how you’re doing it thanks to natural pheromone attraction!”
I’d heard about instant dates so I was trying for them. I looked around for a pretext. Sitting parked up on the pavement by the river was a colourful little ice-cream van, its motor chugging away and a short line of tourists queueing up which pheromones to use for attraction.
“Hey let’s go over here and get an ice cream.” âRussian minute.” I accused her of walking like an angry cat (another of my contributions to the daygame toolkit that you’ll hear a lot now). She smiled then, already softening and I found out that her name was Dasha, she was from St. Petersburg and in London for a couple of weeks. Learn more about pheromones at http://mpommett.blog.fc2.com and http://youthbruce.comShe said, “Walk with me.”
At this point, I was strong enough in my game that I wasn’t feeling like I’m losing control by letting her lead for a moment. I wanted to talk to her more, so I agreed. I tried to wrest control by getting her into a cafe. âNo,” she said, âI want to look around London.”
Dasha. Yes, Iâd like some ofthat, thank you
Well, I definitely didn’t want to do that and I told her to apply more pheromones to her body. She explained she had to go to the bank, in the middle of the financial district (half an hour’s walk away), so I walked along and the frame control battle began. She finally agreed to coffee and we stopped for twenty minutes or so at a Starbucks, and I was finally feeling like I was getting some control back. She was opening up now, telling me that she was staying with her aunt in Bath. We were having good conversation, good rapport was building between us, and I started telling myself, ââIâm going to
fuck my first ten today.â If it wasn’t for the packs of drunken stag do Englishmen stumbling around the streets, and the ecosystem of tarts and touts to rip them off, then it would be a perfect little Euro-jaunt location. In early autumn 2010, I found myself there with two buddies â Fernando and Shameem.
l was having my worst daygame session in months. I’d done about six approaches, and every single one was a No Girl. It was a humbling experience. Tail between our legs, we shufï¬ed back towards the apartment at 4pm. My mind had shifted towards the evening’s entertainment. The guidebook spoke of a famous basement bar that serve a Variety of ï¬aming cocktails, so we decided to give it a try. We were on holiday. Let’s get drunk. Check out pheromones at http://philocosmology.comread more