Euro-jaunt …chapter three

Chris looked like he belonged in a church choir, an eternally youthful looking Scotsman who Ash introduced me to a month after Bodi. Through Chris and Ash I ended up meeting a few of these other pick-up artist guys. Some seemed weird but most were nice lads just trying to better themselves. Chris’s enthusiasm to practise ‘game’ was infectious. He’d also not long discovered this pick-up community. When he learnt I was good with girls he was eager and willing to sap every ounce of knowledge from me. I was having casual relationships with five regular girls at the time. On hearing this his eyes widened and his childlike grin beamed. It completely warped his reality.
“Have you heard of a guy called Bodi?” I asked. He’d not long woken up from napping, “Who? You mean the guy Ash knows?” He mumbled back.
“Yeah, Bodi, he has a bit of a reputation with the community of you guys. I’ve had a couple of nights out with him lately and he’s trying to convince me to chat girls up during the daytime, maybe even travel to other countries to meet them. He says the girls in Eastern Europe are way hotter and easier to talk to during the day.”
“Jack, I think you should keep meeting girls in clubs AND put effort into meeting them during the day. My confidence is growing and growing from approaching girls through the daytime.”
Chris would regularly go back to visit his parents in Scotland where there was more pick-up artist guys he associated with. He talked frequently about two guys called Mack and Zack and he was right, he really was noticeably becoming a more confident person, not just with girls but in every sense of the word. I was impressed. My confidence at talking to girls in supermarkets was still terrible.
We drove to Bryson’s Animal Shelter on the outskirts of Newcastle, with the sun shining for once we had decided to take a homeless dog out for a walk in the English countryside. It was a crisp Autumn day in November, blue skies and barely a breeze in the air. As we walked along the disused railway tracks the conversation picked up where we’d left off.
“I don’t get it man, why don’t you put more focus on meeting new girls with all your spare time? You have so much free time compared to most people, I’d exploit that if I were you Jack.”
“Yeah, I guess it makes sense to do something more productive than watching Game of Thrones every day.”
“Exactly! If I was earning passive income and had the flexibility to work when I want I’d be out every afternoon!”
We both went silent for a moment. I looked at Toggle the shih tzu. He looked back at me, tufts of white hair were covering his eyes, for a moment it almost looked like he nodded in agreement.
“Ok, I’ll have a think about it,” I said.

Later that night we met up with Bodi and Ash, plus some other guys, Gary, David, Michael, Ayman, Tim, James and Sam. It was like a small army of vagina hungry men. It made me squirm a little inside. There were far to many of us out together. It was almost guaranteed that if one guy approached somebody, then the girl would immediately feel intimidated by so many lecherous horny males staring at her.
“Come on let’s leave these guys for a bit and go upstairs.” I ushered for Bodi and Chris to follow and we found a quieter part of the club to stand in.
“Cunts, utter fucking cunts, I don’t know why you bother going out partying with these guys, they’re value tapping leeches, and why does that Gary guy act so weird? He kept standing in front of the girl with his back to her when I was trying to talk to her, what an absolute retard. Despicable if you ask me, suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less in this shithole city though.”
I laughed at Bodi’s rant and looked over to Chris, he looked unnerved and mildly agitated, “You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m just going to go to the toilet,” He said.
Later I found him looking for us in the club, “Where’s Bodi?” He asked.
“He’s gone home, said he’d had enough of being surrounded by mediocre women and pick-up oddballs for one night.”
“Man that guy is dark, his negative energy was making me feel sick, why do you hang around with someone like that, it’s not healthy.”
Ever since Chris had started taking annual trips to Peru and ingesting the drug ayahuasca he said his peer preference had changed. He said the drug had helped him immensely.
‘If the stories about ayuascha were true then it could be used as a powerful transformational tool to meet women’ I thought to myself.
Chris couldn’t praise the drug enough, he said it was like rebooting your brain, wiping away all the negative programming from childhood and starting over happy again. Manic depressives were using it as a cure and I wondered whether Bodi would be interested in taking it. He’d admitted contemplating becoming a serial killer at one point and confided that he regularly binged on cakes, ice-cream and malteasers, with a litre of coffee, usually all at the same time, whenever he was feeling down.
I looked at Chris and smiled, “He’s alright, he just likes to over-dramatize things sometimes.”
“I guess I shouldn’t judge,” he said.
I looked over the crowd of clubbers in the room, “Come on let’s go find the others.”
We found them lined up like meerkats surveying the room, their heads moving side to side robotically while their eyes darted from one girl to the next but nobody daring actually talk to a girl.
David looked at me and rolled his eyes. A young Denzel Washington look-a-like who was easily the best looking among us. He often just waited for indicators of interest from a girl before going over to say hi. I could tell he was bored.
“Bro where you been, we’ve been stood here ages, nothing’s happening.”
“You mean no girls been giving you any attention,” I winked.
He looked at me with a deadpan expression. He didn’t like me calling him out on his game.
“I seen two girls go out the back, come wing me.”
He led the way into the smoking patio where a plump happy looking girl was talking to her much more attractive friend. I breathed a sigh of disappointment and followed him over.
There is a general rule that whoever approaches the group gets to choose the girl, it was obvious which girl he liked, so as a good wing it was my job to entertain the uglier friend.
David walked towards her holding her eye-contact and slowly taking off his jacket. This was his signature move, he was genetically blessed with a sprinters physique and would often slowly ‘undress’ in the hope of seeing a spark in the girls eyes light up, that way he’d know she was attracted and half the work would be done for him, the guys in the community would call this ‘Good looking guy game,’ – which it was – but David at least knew how to have more going for him than his looks. He would escalate sexually and push/pull their emotions when he needed too. If he wasn’t so machiavellian I’d have admired him more for his coolness, but unfortunately I’d regularly catch him giving sexual eye contact to the girls I’d talk to.
I didn’t mind so much winging him with the less attractive girls sometimes though, chatting with anyone new is good for lubricating the social cogs so that you don’t feel stifled in a club when the time in the night comes to actually talk to the girls you really like.
Nothing much happened during the interaction. Nothing much happened for the rest of the night, or the rest of the year. It seemed my mojo had went into hibernation. Aside from a one night stand with a drunk girl from a christmas office party, I began having a drought when it came to meeting and attracting girls.

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