Post: #26

Which restaurants were holding the hottest girls?

Post: #27

At this point my notes for the days started getting a little sloppy and as such the details not as rich.

Day 6

The weather was perking up today again so I spent a good deal of the day in Central Park, particularly the northern part by Mt Sinai Hotel as the area is crawling with nurses and doctors on their breaks. It took me long enough but this was the day when my day game was finally getting into gear and attuned to the city. It would pay off and really open my eyes to how fast paced New York is as well as how open all women’s schedules are in this city once they are presented with an attractive proposition.

As mentioned in the previous day’s log the night’s date said she couldn’t do dinner/drinks this night when I suggested a time for it. I’m convinced she would have met up if I hadn’t drunk texted her. I’m beating myself up over this. Not because it was a particularly big loss, but it was sloppy. At least this meant that I had a date slot open to fill for the evening.

I arrived in Central Park around 10-ish. The warm weather meant I donning the Gucci loafers and cotton suit was pretty much a necessity. The super-thin Versace shirt also helped. Ray-bans? Of course.

A Naked juice and the New York Times were all the props I needed. The thing about the northern part of the Park is that the ratio of tourists is way lower here than south of The Met. Since I made a conscious effort to target New Yorkers this was all good with me. I sat myself down near East Meadow on a bench. It didn’t take more than a minute before one of the elderly ladies a bench to my left opened me (this happens everywhere in New York when you’re fairly well-dressed and young looking). I just chatted with her allowing myself to get into grove and letting the surroundings pick up a few things about me, at some points I turned to my right where two girls and a dude where eating some half-size Ben & Jerry’s which I enquired about. They followed up my question by asking where I was from (they had obviously picked up on my accent from my chat with the old lady) and I just rolled with it. The girls were definitely not any lookers but they made good warm up. For me that’s not naturally sociable it takes a while because when I on I’m really on.

Pretty soon I spot this girl in the distance walking on the road (path or whatever, they are asphalt) passing by the row of benches where I’m at. Obviously a nurse/doctor by the scrubs she was wearing. I slowly get up and bid adieu to the people I was talking with and then start to stroll down on the road in the same direction as the girl I spotted earlier was heading in. I however adapt this really smooooth and slow walk, like I don’t have a care in the world. So 20m down the road she’s about to pass me. I look over at her as she does like it’s the most natural thing in the world and say something about her scrubs being the latest fashion or something (I can’t remember exactly what I said but I usually try to make something humoristic comment which is obviously not true ). So goes “Yeah, right” but not in that sarcastic tone that kind of chills you but just in a tired and somewhat good natured way. She’s not really hot, actually a bit of a butterface. slim however, with what is obviously a pair of big ole titties (as mentioned, my kryptonite) bobbing inside her scrubs that seem too small over her chest in proportion to the rest of her figure.

I’ll break the retelling of the encounter with this paragraph to talk some game tactics. Here’s my thinking on this situation. A sizeable portion of people running game consider being “Alpha” a one size fits all solution to any interaction with women. Now here’s a girl that might have just worked a 12 hour shift, she’s likely tired and not feeling the least bit hot. A sharp dressed man suddenly pops up and starts being cocky & funny, doing some “DHV” or go in high energy and just yank her.... how’s that going to play? I think I’d look like a complete weirdo. This is the kind of timing where I’m going to pace her or just humble myself.

I tell her that I’m glad that there are people that will work on such a beautiful day caring for others. She says she doesn’t have much of a choice with a half-snort but she’s smiling so I just go into elderly mode and start rambling about this slight handicap I have and how I’ve always admired people in health/nursing as a result that give so much while a guy like me is out there just lining my own pocket blablabla. At some point she says she wanted to do this ever since being in the peace corps in EE. I’ve been in the Scandinavian equivalent so this allows me to open up a new conversational venue. During this time we’ve talked I matched my walking pace to her initially but gradually ever so slightly slowed down so now she’s walking at my slow pace. Green light. I do my regular closer saying that I have something else to attend to so how about we continue this conversation elsewhere at another time. I have her number down in a heartbeat getting that feel like-a-million-bucks feeling.

Up past noon I end up getting blown out of a couple of times on “approaches” in similar style. Well actually it mostly just fizzles, people are rarely very rude in broad daylight. But since I’m not in the zone just yet every time I have to eject kinda stings. Around Fort Clinton I spot a short woman (lower thirties) with amazing cheekbones sitting at a park bench and hammering on her Blackberry. she’s in trainers as if she had just had a jog. Her sneakers are brazenly displaying the Gucci band. To me that’s just like holding up a neon sign. After complimenting her on her shoes and just shooting some general question on what collection they are from (I’m telling you women pick up on these things) I ask her if her work got in the way of her work out and she lets out an audible sigh. I test her by saying that maybe I’m bothering her and that I should have picked a better time. She stops me saying it really is fine and that she really needs to get her head off work but it’s just a bunch of deals going on now and yadda yadda yadda. I decide to test how forward I can be say that if she wants to be whisked away from work for a while we could grab lunch at this nice place on Lexington. She doesn’t even blink. Says that would be nice, but has to get home and shower and if we can make it 2pm she’d like to. Then she laughs, probably at my stupid grin because I have that superman feeling again. We trade numbers.

I spend another hour in the park now going around with that feeling of feeling invincible. I get another number from some girls throwing softball by just steamrolling them. It’s not until later I realize that softball = High school and the number turned out to be fake but I got a good laugh from that.

The career woman I met before texts me as the hour approaches 2 suggestion we meet up at a place called Match 65 instead. Not a great sign but at least she’s still in. The lunch turns out somewhat dull however. She keeps asking permission to check her phone. She can’t relax and I’m carrying the conversation despite that she has a super interesting job working in the travel industry with hotel acquisitions. During our lunch she gets 12 messages. She’s 32 and has only had 1 big relationship up until a couple of years ago. I can just picture her with a throng of cats in the near future. It’s too bad because she’s not bad looking but I can just feel the wall being around the corner. No sexual vibes whatsoever either, I realize I should have lead stronger but she didn’t give me much to go on. So far my lunch dates have been crappy. It’s as if New York girls absolutely need alcohol to become human. And that Match 65 restaurant? Shitty. Absent waiters and overpriced menu for standard fare items I will admit the feel of the outside seats on the curb are killer. Bring an outside girl here and she'll think she's living the Sex and The city dream. It's one of those places you take someone and speak french to the staff and tell your company "oh this is just my go-to place, they know how I want everything".

For the night I’ve set up two dates three hours apart at 6pm and 9pm. The first is the wannabe sugar baby from EMP and the other a pipelined fitness instructor. I actually got in contact with the fitness babe for my previous (botched due to Sandy) NYC trip but has shot some messages back and forth during all this time. She has a killer athletic body without going over the rails and looking like a dude.

The sugar previously texted me that we should discuss expectations. While the general advice concerning arrangement game is to deflect this kind of talk I instead used it to leverage she meeting me at home as that kind of talk needed to be private. By now I need to stock up on champagne and berries. She comes over and I give her the tour, my back story for the apartment and art now down to a science for me and I can recite it like a curator describing a renaissance masterpiece.

She’s undeniably hot. 21 yo with fake blonde hair but it has an almost 80’s style volume to it that makes me think of the girls in Eric Prydz’ Call on Me music video. almost as tall as me and a couple of perky Bs that are very well proportioned to her naturally slim shape. She has that All-american look about her that leaves poor male high schoolers up at night with balls heavy as lead weights.

We sit on the sofa and I just run standard game with regard to closing. watchign how the tension in her shoulders are dropping more and more. She doesn’t bring up anything about expectations and compensation and I certainly don’t - I have a plan in the back of my head. My hand is massaging her neck and she’s breathing slightly heavier than usual.

Pretty soon I move for a make out which she ever so slightly recoils from. I’m figuring that this is where her protest is going to come and I pre-empt her by pulling back and ask her completely unrelated to everything if she’s a size 2? Somewhat taken aback she says yes. As if on cue I start talking about how I was thinking about her earlier because I had been doing some shopping for my sis back in the Old Country blablabla and ended up with a pair of 3-figure La Perla panties in the wrong size. So I just as casually wonder aloud if she could take these off my hands since I can't return underwear for a refund.

She more than happily accepts them.

We chat for a short while sipping some more champagne, I’m just letting her relax for a second before I move in for the make out again. This time there’s no resistance.

Score. In just a few minutes she’s stripped down to her panties and on her knees in front of the sofa blowing me enthusiastically. The hottest girl of the bunch yet. A presumptive escort/sugar baby that I bought with a glas of crémant ($18) at EMP and a pair of sample sale panties ($20). Was this beta?

I have to rush things a bit as I have my other date to attend to unfortunately. In hindsight I should probably just have let that one go and spent the night with my newly snagged sugar. but I felt like I was on the clock at the time. With less than half of my total days left in New York I want to squeeze every possible bang I can get out of it.

I fix myself up, make sure the apartment doesn’t look like it has just had bodily fluids exchanged in it and head out to The Mermaid Oyster Bar which did well for me some nights before. She has actually showed up early coming in from New Jersey which I interpret as a good sign.. She’s also everything I hoped for body-wise with incredible muscle tone. Despite the fact that I just had my dick in a hot young thing 30 minutes previously I can still feel myself going back at it with this babe SOON. I don’t know what to make of her dress however. She has a sleeveless shirt and shorts that are almost sweatpants. It almost looks sloppy while I’m dressed for success. Does she want to show off, just being herself or going for excess casual. My difficulty interpreting this will be the theme of the date - she’s a real hard read.

We get a mix of appetizer to share along with some drinks. By now I’ve been on so many dates the last few days that my interaction is like a flawless game flowchart. My inability to read her gives me some issues though. She’s not being cold but laughing and smiling but otherwise not sending any of the usual ON signals. Still those things never stop me any more and I just keep the pressure up talking about my travels, our mutual interest in yoga, last night’s hi-powered event, I time distort when talking about how long we’ve been in contact and how it’s so easy to feel comfortable under these circumstances the typical SS/NLP stuff etc. I’m trying to introduce a sexual component when talking about the energy her intense work outs give her but she’s not biting. There are no slut vibes. I’m intrigued by this but at the same time it’s not what I want now with the short stay I’m on.

After an hour or so I suggest we bounce to Aquagrill which (honestly) is another great seafood place but with a great bar and better mixed drinks. It’s also just a few blocks away. When we get there the place is packed however. Why of course it is, every night that I’ve walked by after 8pm it’s been packed. I would have been disappointed had it not been. So we’re out on the curb, me looking like I’m processing. Sounding casual I drop a suggestion about my place + champagne + berries + fire escape. She gives a slight laugh but nothing that can overpower my lead as I put a hand on the small of her back and start walking us. I’m simultaneously just rambling in general, keeping her focused on some story I’m telling, not letting way we’re walking even consciously register.

It’s text book. 5 minutes later we’re in my sofa, glasses and berries out. Why fix what isn’t broken? I keep moving on the same track as previously. Ramping up the touching. While she’s politely warm I’m not getting a real feel she’s hot & bothered which gives me some doubt. Real stupid. She doesn’t stop me when I move for the make out but she does that thing where she shoots her head forward for a slight tight lipped kiss and then pulling back. This is a first for me during my stay. I back off for a little while just keeping a story going, trying to resume the make out and she does the same thing with the peck. I put a hand on her stomach, oh sweet jesus her abs are rock hard which doesn’t exactly help my excitement.

She’s saying that maybe she should start thinking about getting home. I ignore this and pull her down slightly so that’s she’s half sitting half lying down. coming from above her I go for the make out again. Same peck, so I just try to escalate on the touching not sure if I should go total cave man or just try to grind her down with a thousand stings. I don’t get a chance to do much more as she soon stands up saying that she needs to leave. right then and there I should have stood up and pulled her in with conviction and force, but I didn’t. It may have worked, maybe not but I didn’t do it at the time and the opportunity passed. Fuck.

I’m thinking that I’ll shoot for a 2nd date later in the week even as I’m saying good bye to her I gotta have this. She won’t get with that I will learn in the coming days however. This was the one bang I regretted the most missing out on for a very long time.

I’ll post pics on the 1st July of all other bangs and dates I got during my trip and have them up for 48 hours or so.

Post: #28

(06-28-2013 01:13 PM)thegmanifesto Wrote:  Which restaurants were holding the hottest girls?

Eleven Madison Park and The Mark by Jean Georges. The latter however had lousy interior logistics and I would only recommend going there for a date or the food.

Post: #29

"Are you size 2"- Gold. Genius. Pure Comedy as well.

I can just imagine Vicious busting out skimpy lingerie and saying "I think this would look marvelous on you!"

Post: #30

(06-28-2013 01:47 PM)DVY Wrote:  "Are you size 2"- Gold. Genius. Pure Comedy as well.

I can just imagine Vicious busting out skimpy lingerie and saying "I think this would look marvelous on you!"

I can totally picture this whole scene going down as well! Fits with his personality perfectly.

Post: #31

(06-28-2013 01:47 PM)DVY Wrote:  I can just imagine Vicious busting out skimpy lingerie and saying "I think this would look marvelous on you!"

Aaaah, but that's overdoing it. I played it real casual. When I took them out I was even saying "please tell me this isn't weird, because if it is we really shouldn't be doing this". Of course her response was to insist.

Unrelated: Holy shit at the stuff you can get away with when you have an accent.

Post: #32

(06-28-2013 01:37 PM)Vicious Wrote:  

(06-28-2013 01:13 PM)thegmanifesto Wrote:  Which restaurants were holding the hottest girls?

Eleven Madison Park and The Mark by Jean Georges. The latter however had lousy interior logistics and I would only recommend going there for a date or the food.

Nice. I haven't gone to The Mark but I went to Georges' other spot - ABC Kitchen in Union Square. Very nice atmosphere. I never hang out in the UES when I'm in NY but may have to reconsider if it's holding great talent.

Post: #33

(06-28-2013 02:25 PM)Hencredible Casanova Wrote:  

(06-28-2013 01:37 PM)Vicious Wrote:  

(06-28-2013 01:13 PM)thegmanifesto Wrote:  Which restaurants were holding the hottest girls?

Eleven Madison Park and The Mark by Jean Georges. The latter however had lousy interior logistics and I would only recommend going there for a date or the food.

Nice. I haven't gone to The Mark but I went to Georges' other spot - ABC Kitchen in Union Square. Very nice atmosphere. I never hang out in the UES when I'm in NY but may have to reconsider if it's holding great talent.

Jean Georges, Spice Market was insane when it first opened.

Vicious, what about which restaurant was holding the most hot girls in Soho?

Post: #34

At its best hours Lure Fishbar was unbeatable for sheer quantities of good lookers. There's just so much space with good logistics. One sushi counter, one pure oyster bar (that alone is awesome) one looooong bar section and a whole open restaurant area with booths that are very accessible.

The problem however is that it gets very loud, that's a deal breaker for me.

The Trump SoHo is filled with Las Vegas type tourists, most of them American. Not the classiest clientèle (or they wouldn't stay at the trump) but a target rich environment. The only skyscraper in SoHo.

Randoms outside SoHO:
If I was rolling with a couple of guys I would post up there all night and just rotate talent. It's one of the few hot night spots that actually have good food. I'd pick this place over anything in MPD.

Chelsea Market is great if you want to hit up tourists.

I mentioned ABC Kitchen earlier and so did Hen. It's inside an interior decoration department store for christ sake, the female to straight guy ratio is 10:1.

Post: #35

(06-28-2013 03:34 PM)Vicious Wrote:  At its best hours Lure Fishbar was unbeatable for sheer quantities of good lookers. There's just so much space with good logistics.

Did you go to Balthazar?

Was Lure better?

Quote:Randoms outside SoHO:
If I was rolling with a couple of guys I would post up there all night and just rotate talent. It's one of the few hot night spots that actually have good food. I'd pick this place over anything in MPD.

Where would you "post up" all night?

Post: #36

Oops. that line you quoted was supposed to go with Lure.

Balthazar is great and has a higher end crowd but it can't match Lure for sheer volume.

Post: #37

Here are a couple of pics of babes I met during my power trip.

Half are bangs, some just make outs and a couple that I didn’t pursue further than the dates due to time constraints or just messing up. I’m not pointing out which ones are which in order to retain some anonymity. If you’re really curious you could find out fairly easily from reading the log, there are some hints dropped.

I'll remove the links these where hosted from in 48h. Enjoy while you can.

The pics are there mainly just to show what level I was shooting for and what’s possible in snagging with 8 nights in NYC.























Just to fuel a recent feud... Anyone want to do the same for a week in LA?

Post: #38

As a curiosity. My pipelining chart.


Had to break it up as there's a 10 pic max per post.

Post: #39

Did you meet all these online?

Post: #40

Nope.

Post: #41

(07-01-2013 10:02 AM)Vicious Wrote:  Nope.

So how did you "pipeline" them before you went?

Did you meet some on prior trips?

Post: #42

They're not all pipelined.

I realize the pipeline chart at the end might give that impression but it's not the case, I just threw that in there.

Post: #43

The first girl with the huge cans.....

Post: #44

(07-01-2013 10:32 AM)Vicious Wrote:  They're not all pipelined.

I realize the pipeline chart at the end might give that impression but it's not the case, I just threw that in there.

Gotcha.

Impressive.

Post: #45

I have been on vacation for the last 4 weeks and thus mostly only accessing the forum through my phone from sail boats, trains, beaches and verandas.

Obviously that's not a good environment to write a trip report from. Now that I'm returning to my landline I find that the details I remember from the last days of my NYC trip are very sparse.

I can say that from my remaining 2 nights I spent in the city I had 1 more bang with a super-tight 24yo Asian Finance/Banker chic with a mad studio right off Wall Street. I turned that into a repeat bang hours before I flied out of the country.

My favourite city in the world and my possy paradise.

Post: #46

Some data points.

Nights: 8
Dates: 14
Notches: 5
Leads/numbers: 51
Flakes: 2 (the most extraordinary figure, this had never happened to me before must have been in the zone)

Counting all expenses (trip/lodging/restaurants/bars) my Cost Per Notch was about $320.

Post: #47

Truly epic trip and writing. Awesome call on Lure. Hit me up next time you're in town...our style is similar. Two suits can do some real damage in NYC. Best city in the world

Post: #48

This thread is filled with a bunch of cool stories. Great work, Vicious.

As an 18 year old, it inspired me. I have been thinking about living in NYC or another city for the summer.

The thing with NY is that it is fairly close to where I live, so I could have girls from home come to my pad as well as run some street game.

Any input would be appreciated.

Post: #49

I advise against living in the city for your age. It's madly expensive, you'd bleed valuable resources which is better left to investing in something. When you're 18 you're not in a rush, be smart about it and patient and you could go for NYC in a couple of years.

Let me illustrate this with another data point from my NYC trip.
Average notch age: 22,2 yo. That is, more then a decade younger than me on average. Feeling good about that. But what it also means is, along with all the other tells, is that NYC women want their men experienced and successful. They all want that Mr. Big fantasy.

If I were you I'd go to some beach destination, slum it in a cheap bungalow (or similar) and just snag free snatch in your own age group.

Post: #50

(08-19-2013 02:45 PM)Vicious Wrote:  NYC women want their men experienced and successful. They all want that Mr. Big fantasy.

Spot on, just by looking at many dating websites (craigslist,match,POF/OKC, etc) many girls state they want someone successful or with money under the mask of "a man working in finance".

They all aspire to be with a Wall Street man.