EPIC WEEKEND IN LONDON: MAC’S ADVENTURES WITH PRETTY 19 YO RUSSIAN GAL
Finish my client calls Friday night. Go to the station. Train to London. Arrive at Carls place. EPIC BRO CATCHUP.
We drink. And then head out at 1030/11.
Run around Camden Town. Talk to hella people, and 2 random guys join our group. They know all the spots to go, so we're having a killer time. They take us to a bunch of bars, and it's madness, chaos. So much fun. Another guy joins us, and it's a group of 5.
We go across diff venues and so much shit happens. Lol.
We go to one spot, where they let everyone in but me. I ask why. "You had your chance to get in. You blew it" LOL. The chick was just a bitch, I have no idea what the issue was. London cunts ;-)
I meet a random guy outside as my friends are partying and talk for ages about biz. And then Carl and the other guys come back out to find me at some point.
Its then 1am and places aren't taking entry. But this guy we met, has a plan.......
There's ONE place we can go, but it's a high rollers private members club, so we have to hustle. He jokes about how he will use his "white privilege" to get us in. At this point, everyone else in the group wants to go home, but I want to party, so me and this guy head in.
We hustle and bullshit like fuck, but we convince the door we are members through lying our asess off, and get in!
BOOM
Private Member’s Club:
I am talking to everyone, which is how I operate on a night out since meeting Joy & Jacob.
I am exploring this place. It's got this maze like hallway, where there's private booths, with invite only sections, and I suspect a lot of cocaine going down.......All sorts of madness.
I find a large group filtering into a private booth, and talk to random folks. Girls, guys, the lot.
Approach: I am off my face drunk at this point, and see this tall girl. She looks model-esque, just stunning. About 6ft, super pretty. I am chatting with a bunch of people, and then just turn to her and continue chatting. I am teasing like an asshole and making fun of her for being a gal who goes to private members club parties, insisting she’s seen things she cannot unsee. She’s findng it hilarious and I am loving it, but damn am I fucked. It’s 130am approx. We’re in the middle of the hallway where the private booths are, and it’s buzzing with people, but they slowly start filtering into the private booths….I assume this gal is with a bunch of friends, and they will come rip her away….but it doesn’t happen.
And then it’s just me and her.
Empty hallway. But a vibe…….
She’s a cool lady. Mathematics student, heavy into music, and just has this dream girl energy. Super funny, feminine, vibrant, she’s just lush.
We keep chatting, and it’s flowing super well.
Time to isolate!
I take my asshole hat off for a second in response to something she says, about wanting to really get to know me.
“OK, let’s have a conversation. Let’s head to a private booth”
She’s game.
We head in, and start chatting. About an hour passes, and I ask if she wants a drink. She says, sure, and we head to the bar.
I am fucked off my face. She orders. Two drinks comes to £31 here – bastards. I am pulling out my card, but she pays! Smiles, and says, let’s head back to the booth.
I am a sucker for this shit. At this point, I am so down. I am physically escalating and whatnot, but she isn’t super receptive. This is calibration, so I back off. I do, however, grab her butt a little, I think we were talking about the gym, and I said something like, I hope you don’t miss leg day, and ten grabbed her ass. She looked at me like, this ballsy motherfucker. Drunk MAC Game!!! God that was retarded.
Conversation flows, and we’re just going non stop until 430am! At which point, she calls her friend, wh enters the booth with us. All 3 of us start chatting. Her friend lets us know she was in another booth fucking some guy, which we laugh about. Standard London. I am befriending her a lot, as I know this will pay dividends.
I agree a date with T for a few hours later.
She pulls her phone out, and books me in.
“Let’s go shopping, I have to buy my friend a gift for her birthday party later”
We agree to a coffee & to go shopping.
Her friend then wants to bounce, and they go, but T gets up, and kisses me on both cheeks as she is about to go. She tells me she’ll see me tomorrow.
I then head to Carl’s place. Call an Uber at 5am. Arrive in 7 mins. Head to Carl’s room, pass out on the floor, but text T. “Ravi
”
She replies right away “haha are you still in the club?”
I joke around and tell her, see you tomorrow for a casual coffee and a laugh. She responds affirmatively.
I drift off to sleep.
I wake up at 10am. And I am kinda thinking, night game numbers never work out, this will be just a case of going onto the next now. She won’t respond, etc.
I am just buzzing however, as I had a killer night, and talking to T for 4hrs just blew my mind. I loved it. She was awesome.
Carl is off for a date. He is now killing it. He’s a guy me and Timmy took under our wing, when he was 22. Virgin, massive anxiety, but we’ve pushed him for 2 years. I helped him plan a photoshoot a few months ago, really pushed the boats out, and we killed it. I got all the boys around to do photo selection, Timmy, Paw, Matt, we made a night of it. Sent the final selections to my own group chat, No Brains Crew. That profile would go on to SLAY and Carl is getting around 100 matches a day on Hinge. KILLING IT. He went from 0 to hero pretty much. This taught me the power of a great shoot. He is killing anything I ever did online, hence, I am putting the apps down until I can get a solid photoshoot.
I am low key coaching Carl as hes from the same background I was, and he’s making solid progress. He’s getting dates, girls like him, he’s having some close ass calls and has had girls naked in his bed. ED is fucking him, but we will nail this.
We go to Central, as his date is in Covent garden.
And T texts me. She tells me she just got up, can we meet at 1 instead?
I am stunned.
“WHAT?……..” I think to myself.
I play it off. “Party animal ;-) See you at 1”
And then I am with Carl until 1230, and walk to Oxford Circus from there to meet T.
I am so convinced she’s just trolling me, and no way would a girl like that come on a date with me.
But no………..
She arrives. She’s got these hipster sunglasses on, she gives me a beaming smile, and we hug, kiss on the cheeks, and convo starts flowing. Not 7hrs before we were fucked off our faces in a private members club, which I lied to get into, and now we’re here – feels like a movie!
Conversation flows amazingly well. I am teasing and making her laugh like crazy. I go to the coffee shop where I go to with Jacob & Joy when we’re day gaming in London, which is a gem of a spot.
And T is loving me.
We grab a coffee, and for about 2 and a half hours, have an amazing, amazing date. We do talk sex, kinks/bdsm, past relationships. I am touching her, and this time, unlike the club, she’s super cool with it. With stroking her arms, legs. All good.
Produt:Market Fit – this gal is 6ft. She likes guys who are taller than her. Hence….yeah. This is how I can sometimes get access to really awesome chicks. I don’t have a broad appeal, but with enough hustle, I can find the odd lovely gal.
She has to shop, and I was low key expecting she’d want to do that alone and part ways, but no. We head. And I’m with her. We go to Selridges and it’s super fun. She’s asking me a bunch of questions about what my ideal house would look like, lol, and we talk a lot about nature.
It’s curious dating a younger gal. She occasionally asks for my opinion, and listens super intently. Think with girls like this, who’re smart, talented up and comers, part of their attraction to a guy who has experience is the mentorship component. They like the certainty, and that I can precisely, and in a grounded, solid way, answer some of her questions. I also coach, so my comms with these things are on point, deep, and intended to support. She feels it, I can tell.
We’re within walking distance of her bus stop, and her bus comes. She could run and get it, but she tells me she’s not in a rush, and would like to wait.
So we stand and talk until her next bus. And it’s really a lovely exchange.
We then go to say our goodbyes. She was great. I will say, she looked model-esque in that red dress the night before, all dolled up. She was still pretty without all that, not the same level obviously. Her vibe, however, was killer and made me feel GREAT.
The Look: I hug her, and she leans in for a kiss. I kiss on her the cheek, in a calibrated way, instead. Don’t like to give too much away on a 1st date if the logistics aren’t there. As we say our goodbyes, and I walk away, she gives me this look. I have never had a woman look at me like this before. It was a longing glance. It hit my heart. At that moment, it felt as if there was love in the air. I left this incredible date feeling as if I really bonded with this human, and I did feel slightly in love with her, I will be honest about that.
I walk away just feeling on cloud 9. I came to London just to see Carl, and after a series of events, end up going on an awesome date.
I go back to see Carl, we have dinner, and then there’s a house party at his place.
SUNDAY
I have a bro day with Carl in the park. I confirm with T, and she says she is down, but needs to check something with her friend first. She then later says she is feeling like a hermit today and is going to go to yoga and stay in, but she really wants to see me, and can we move mocktails to tomorrow?
Thing is, I don’t want to stay in London longer. I want to go home and WORK. So I handle her objection, and tell her we can do something chill near her.
No response for a few hrs. So I enjoy my time with Carl.
It’s abou 7pm, and I have made my mind up to go home, rather than stay at Carls again, in the hope that she may confirm for tomorrow and I may get another date.
Head to the station.
And when I arrive – she enthusiastically confirms for Mon, telling me she’ll meet me wherever I like.
I am like……..BRUH
At this point, I get advice from my chat. We agree I’ll just go home and reschedule for another time. I’m back in London the following weekend, anyway.
So that’s what I pitch. And she then asks me, so what are you upto tonight?
UNIVERSE FUCKIN TROLLING
I am in the damn train station now.
And I am not heading back to her now. I am going home, and focusing on my primary goal, BIZ.
We’ll keep texting, and I’ll make it happen for next week with her.
As I type this, T’s texts are flowing into my WhatsApp.
It’d be great to just have a gal to see, vibe with, and chill with for a few months as I hunker down on biz. I want to go truly MONK MODE for a while and make cash, and see if I can retain 1 gal for the ride. T is really awesome, and isn’t a trainwreck like L was it seems. She seems awesome and isn’t as sex negative as L was. She doesn’t freeze up or go into fight or flight when I talk about sex, when I talked about going to a sex positive party with Paw and The Dom, her eyes lit up and she was like “GREAT”. All girls are different.
It’s a NUMBERS GAME
LESSONS
-Social Skills: Marked improvement. Taking extreme action in Bristol, daily (day & night game, 7 days straight) and gaming with solid wings, I learned a lot about what I need to get right socially, and improved my charisma. In particular, understanding how value is exchanged in the night scene, and nailing the pre approach.
When it came to approaching T, I was on point, and verbals were solid. She was hooked, hardcore, and the isolation to the private booth was seamless. That was the product of a tonne of approaches, work on vibe, social skills, and ongoing learning of concepts.
-HARD & SMART WORK PAYS OFF: Every time I go hard as fuck, consistently, I learn a lot. Every period of immersion levels up my game. From Budapest, I learned how to isolate a girl and just embedded that into my brain. Krakow, it was my communication and vibe. Bristol, it was positive emotions, charisma, and breaking the self destruct loops. Understanding that ALL humans like positive, vibrant, engaging people, and that women like getting approached by high value men, helped me a lot. It’s all cumulative. Every time you immerse and go hard as fucking hell, you DO level up and improve. Hard, smart work, is never in vain. You can only improve so fast.
My game IS getting better.
The girl is your mirror.
Getting a 2nd date with T, is a major sign of progress. She is texting me right now as I said, so this is lovely.
That’s what we want.
We want to become masculine, confident, high value men, who are naturally attractive to women.
Which is what is happening here. I am levels above what I used to be. And it shows.
All the hard ass work I did, the deep work I have been doing, is paying off.
STR8 UP DOG MENTALITY
LEAN INTO DISCOMFORT
BE TRULY FUCKING RELENTLESS
THE MOST HUNGRY AND HARDEST OF GRINDERS WILL FIND A WAY TO GET WHAT THEY WANT IN LIFE
MAC DADDY
THE LAST IN THE LINEAGE OF THE TRUE GRINDERS
KEEP FUCKING HAMMERING
