Post: #26

Monday, 4th day & night – Asians
I can’t recall if this was the day I met up with MidniteSpecial or if it was the Tuesday. I went out fully suited ready for anything as I always are when doing Manhattan. Today this was a bad move though, it started raining pretty badly around lunch. As such me and Midnite’s initial plan to day game around Times Square was shot to the ground. We ended up checking out half a dozen places in Hell’s Kitchen all of which was deserted.

So in the end we just set foot in this sports bar (can’t recall the name, not anything I’d personally recommend) where we swap stories, show pics of what we’re currently banging/pursuing and yap with the cute bartender as she’s literally the only girl worth talking to inside. Midnite grabs the number from her after it turns out they share a fairly specialized extracurricular activity. Good hustle. Shame there was no more opportunities to chase tail together, guy has to go upstate for work later in the evening.

This is another of my nights meant for gaming during the night. I intend to hit town early so that I have plenty of time to move on in case I get any duds like the previous night. My first stop is a wine bar in LES called Pearl & Ash. Great place to eat and drink but in hindsight maybe not the best for running game as there will be mostly couples (at least on the evening I was there). Immediately as I enter I spot this asian girl sitting by the bar with most of the place being deserted. She’s not a stunner, but tall for an asian and obviously thin. My last visit in New York I had a total of 3 Asians girls doing obscene, nasty things to themselves and me so I’m eager to check the potential.

I sit down two chairs from her, ask if she’s any good with wine, which leads to us jointly looking at the wine menu. Obviously it’s a hassle bending across an empty stool to discuss the menu (my intention) so I have to scoot over one seat. She recoils slightly as I mention and act this out in the same instance but I don’t miss a beat but go on about this Nebbiolo wine that I think I actually visited the wine yard of the last time I was in Piedmont and some more babbling until she relaxes.

She’s some food & wine company for this event company, a self-described foodie so there’s obviously no lack of conversation for us since I can muse forever on food & wine. For someone that knows their Michelin restaurants my expertise tend to lift some eyebrows. I know I’m doing well when she offers to buy a glass of wine for me that I “have to try”. Always a good sign but she was kinda cheating as she knew the bartender and didn’t even get charged.

She has to go to some event later on though so I have to settle for her number this eve. The place is only couples tonight so with her leaving I move on. Hopping into a cab and off to Grand central Station for some oysters at The Grand Central Oyster bar. A great place to catch people in transit to somewhere else. I get a cold shower on arrival however, the place is closed for renovation. I could have just put 30 sec down to checking their website and avoided going across town. So damn dumb.

The back up is in the Great Main hall of Grand Central station. On the Balconies overlooking the place is Michael Jordan’s Steakhouse. Sadly the Basketball great’s name is not an indication of quality on the food (it’s actually terrible and I will advise anyone to NOT eat therE). They do have a great bar however that just like the aforementioned oyster bar scoop up a lot of people waiting for their train. As I arrive the only thing of note is a group of girls in fairly high spirits drinking wine. I ask one of them if the seat next to them is taken and she gives a curt “yeah sure” and turns her back on me. That’s obviously not going anywhere. The bartenders could make a box of thumbtacks appear interesting by comparison so that’s not getting me any traction either. There’s an okayish looking woman to my left that I do some cold chatting with but she never really bites and leaves in five min to catch a train.

Despite this I tell myself to be patient. Too many times I’ve lost valuable evenings just zipping back and forth between areas. My perseverance is soon rewarded when a good looking asian girls comes in and grabs a seat on the opposite end of the round bar from me. I drain my beer, sneak away to the men’s room hoping she didn’t see me. I basically just enter and turn when entering, just wishing myself luck in the mirror, go out on her and and pop down two stools from her.

I can honestly not remember how I opened her. Which is a shame considering what I’ll learn about her. She bites fast on my accent however, which allows me to talk about Scandinavia, my travels, my work, all which paints a very positive image of me - the way it is designed to. Everyone doing game should memorize a presentation of themselves they can spit out on demand. This girl is actually 30 which is waaay older than I guessed her to be. She does have something of a high hairline buy looks hard bodied underneath her clothing so I go with it. Turns out she’s actually no waiting for a train but just stopped by after having visited her spa for a treatment.

This means she’s not time constrained. So I’m thinking that I’ll do an insta-date out of this. I ask her if she has tried the speakeasy/secret bar in the station, The Campbell Apartment. She hasn’t and is surprised, she’s here a lot and has never heard about it. I tell her she obviously has to try it and that we should go. I even add “my treat”. So sue me RVF. She’s like “is it really close” and I just keep it positive. Since she has complimented me on my outfit and mentioned how she likes classy behaviour (I don’t recall her exact wording) I don’t wait for her feet to fully start moving but hook my elbow out in front of her in a clear sign that she should grab on. In my experience this works better than the small-of-the-back push if you’ve managed to communicate that you’re old school. She grabs on and off we go.

Now there’s actually nothing secret or speakeasy about The Campbell Apartment. It’s fairly easily accessible. BUT if you enter it from one of the two available directions the route is very unintuitive and hidden giving the impression that you’re in a speakeasy. You take this anonymous looking elevator up to an unmarked floor to an unassuming bar. Heck the drinks aren’t even particularly good at this place but it has a lot of great ambiance and decor to it. We even get a sofa with a table on entry.
Now this is where things get interesting. At this point I’m comfortable with starting to go a little deeper. She lets on that the initial work description she gave was a half-truth and that she’s actually a recording artist. I just nod and mostly ignore this, treating it exactly like every girl who calls herself a model. A little while later though I go to the men’s room and google her artist name. My jaw hits the floor. She has a number of released albums on a label tied to Universal, been featured in The Source and on Vh1, been a VJ on MTV and a small role in a now running CBS drama. I have to slap myself a couple of times to get it together, tell myself I was doing great up to now and keep going like nothing of this mattered.

I get back out there and decide that I have to hit this. Tonight I’m going to be a starfucker! I pull out the full registry, all my old school NLP tech, ask her about her performing and elicit all her feeling from being on stage and throw the language back at her, connection patterns, sexual quoting etc. I won’t get into the jargon in detail but she’s following along nicely and we spend over an hour in the bar. While I escalate in language I keep my hands to myself. There can be no making out until I have her where I want her.

At some point I realize I have to venue change. I do a hail mary and suggest we go to my favorite Italian pastry shop but that it requires a cab drive. She’s eager to go along this time, all smiles and I’m doing backflips inside. I hit a real bump in the road when we get to the pastry shop though. It’s half empty… the entire point about me loving it is that it’s ALWAYS full requiring me & my company to get everything to go. I miss a beat here pondering my options and lose the moment as she’s already sliding down by a table. Crap. I keep a straight face and join in, ordering my usual fruit tart and double espresso while she gets a major slice of devil’s food cake. I tell her that the romance ends here since I’m an angel’s food cake stalwart. She laughs but goes of on a spiel on the virtues of Devil over Angel food cake. If there’s anything you can ever count on it’s women’s passion for cakes.

By now she’s really running the conversation, asking me questions and I’m just being the man in my answers. Always being blunt but not always serious. It keeps her on her toes, she does have that smile on all the time which at least tells me I should continue amping this. When we’re done with the cake I say that we should grab a glass of wine at my penthouse and check the view of The Hudson. She’s just as eager to follow. I’m starting to feel good about this.

Back at my place I pour us a glass of wine, a joint glass because I’m actually almost out. She doesn’t mind. I can’t remeber what we’re talking about at this point and I don’t even have my hands on her but I’m just pacing and leading her breathing. A lull in the conversation, a look in each others eyes and I go for the make out, she meets me halfway. Oh yeah. Her tongue is in my mouth within seconds and I roll with it. Going for her neck and grabbing her slender waist. inching her to a horizontal position. She blurts out “are you trying to seduce me” and I’m like “yeah” which she feigns shock at and backs off slightly, not what she wanted to her I should just have said that things just happened naturally or some sappy shit.

I re-initiate the make out in a little while though and initially she goes along only to say “I should go” in a short while. I keep it cool and just say Ok like she can leave at any minute. We make out some more then she actually gets up. Fuuuuuuuck. I cave man her. Grab her ass and press her close so it’s impossible for her not to feel my stiffy on her stomach. Still, she backs off and gathers her things. I do some slight pulling and touching but she’s really moving away now and soon she’s out the door. I get her number but I know there’s not going to be time to reinitalize this to get the bang. I got heavy too fast, should have drawn out the make out. I go to bed with some serious blue balls. Checking out all her hot promo pics online doesn’t exactly make it any easier forgetting this loss.

Can’t put up picture of this girl since she could easily be image-searched by some white knight. Ask me in person when I see you.

Post: #27

Great story, too bad that in the end it did not pan out.

I love NY too. The possibilities are endless there.

Keep on hunting.

Post: #28

Vicious, you should write a daygame guide for NYC. That would be helpful considering your exceptional success!

Post: #29

Roosh has the basics down in Day Bang, written in a much clearer fashion than I could ever put forth.

The things I could add are extremely tailored to my style which in turns weighs heavily on the stereotype of the suave, European gentleman. Which wouldn't be very useful for most readers on the board.

Post: #30

A remarkable update to the latest

The artist got back in contact with me! ! ! Found me online by searching for some very specific info I had given. I had to give a little story about working abroad in Europe and not being back in NYC for a while.

If any of you guys I've met in NYC want to have a go at her I can give you a nice in through a natural venue.

Post: #31

The proof is in the pudding. Great write ups. Look forward to your next visit.

This guy is a laid back professional! If it wasn't 3 o'clock on a Tuesday in the pouring rain we would have done some serious damage!

The spot we were at was southern comfort. We split a pitcher of lager. Got to tell him how I once sdl a chick in the bathroom downstairs the last time I was at that spot. Good times, good times.

Post: #32

Vicious, I am so impressed with all of this. The toughest part of reading your posts is that every part you gloss over (i.e. I was just running my usual stuff) is EXACTLY the type of stuff I want to hear!

+1 for the constant entertainment.

Post: #33

Tuesday, 5th Night - Model #3
After two nights in a row without notches I was at risk of not beating the 5 notches from my previous trip to NYC. Silly I know, but you always have to benchmark and set goals for yourself. So for this day I had to pick a sure thing. I secured a date early in the day for the same night with a Moroccan beauty that I had pipelined. We had initially planned a Sunday Brunch which I called off in favor of the previous African girl. At the time she sent me this message:


So I was fairly sure I would get Willy wet.

The day went by with an absolute minimum of day game done. The bad weather continued making any outside movement a hassle. I just concentrated on some additional shopping and trying out the best lunch deal I’ve ever had. For $39 at venerable Michelin star Italian restaurant Del Posto in Chelsea you get what is essentially a mini-tasting menu of the highest order. A great article about it can be found here: http://www.gq.com/blogs/the-feed/2013/10...lunch.html

As the evening arrived I felt kinda bad about my date being pipelined since I wanted to get more action from scratch in the New York nightlife. That was my ego talking, but my balls have no issue putting down the veto. Still I wanted to push the envelope a bit. Because this girl was so ON I had to try to pull a fast one and get her directly to the Penthouse.

I believe credit goes to Tuth for this move (correct me if I’m wrong). 10 min before our set meeting at this wine lounge in the West Village I call her up and go “Hey XXX, I’m really sorry but I’m running late from work and I really have to go home and change shirt. I live like 10 min from the lounge so you could just stop by here and get a drink while you wait”. She wouldn’t fall for it however and by her curtness it sounded like I spooked her a little. So I stepped back a bit and just told her I would hurry. It was worth a shot.

Getting to the place I made myself 15 min late and amazingly enough no one had taken the opportunity to chat up this hottie by herself while I was making myself fashionably late. She definitely lived up to her pics. A delicate catalogue model (I checked) with mocca skin and duck bum. The number of tramp signs she was throwing out almost scrambled my slut radar. She would talk at length about how her previous room mates were all sluts. She had previously studied in my country and expressed frustration about how the local guys hadn’t given her much attention. She insisted on paying for her own wine because she was her own woman etc.

I went by my script that now flowed like water. Comfort, travel tales, banter and lite-NLP. Bounced her to my favorite Italian pastry shop which fortunately was packed this evening. So we grabbed the latte and pastries to go and went to my place. 15 min of escalation on the sofa before I we were making out. She tells me we’re not having sex and 5 min later she asks me straight up if I want to go to bed. Total freebie.

This is where stuff got odd though. She wouldn’t blow me, was adamant about me using a condom and would hardly move around. A boring lay which was a surprise and pity. This annoyed me immensely since at the same time her body was off the hook. Beautiful skin, round but tight, pouty ass, thin waist and mega-perky breast. It was like eating a Kobe steak that had been ruined by being cooked well done.

She protested when I pulled her hair and spanked her which was a first for as many American girls as I can remember. As I called her “slut” as part of my dirty talk she reacted as if stung and almost slid of my cock.I kinda lost interest there and concentrated on just blowing my load.

When done we laid side by side and chatted. I’m usually fairly accommodating post-coitus but this girl I just wanted to get rid of. At one point she was like “I can’t believe you called me a slut”. With a shit-eating grin I replied “yeah I’m really sorry about that… WHORE”. OH man the look I got back… it could have wilted flowers. She just said “I better go”. I was laughing on the inside but was actually a bit worried as this was the kind of empowered woman that might decide that after my indifference she had gone home with me without her explicit consent and had asked me to bed against her conscious will. So I offered to get her a cab but she said she’d just walk to Penn station (a 45 min walk). I calmed down a bit after I got a positive follow up on my comfort text (hope you had a good time yadda yadda). Until then I was half expecting the Police to come knocking.

Shame that such a hot girl was such a bore in bed and in general but I had another notch and with 3 more nights in town I was on the way to beating the notch count of my previous trip.

As an added part I was going to put up a pic of the babe, but it turns out she’s very googleable. This is where the forum could use a private section.

Post: #34

(02-19-2014 11:59 PM)HankRearden Wrote:  Vicious, I am so impressed with all of this. The toughest part of reading your posts is that every part you gloss over (i.e. I was just running my usual stuff) is EXACTLY the type of stuff I want to hear!

I never remember this stuff because it's all built around themes that I ad lib on (comfort, travel, experiences, passions, connections).

There's another thread on the forum right now running where people talk a lot about lifestyle vs game. When you've lived my life, just talking about what I do and who I am BECOMES game.

Post: #35

Game never dies. A girl I banged from this trip just messaged me her wedding pics, basically saying "this is what you are missing out on".

Post: #36

And I'm sure you felt awful about the opportunity you could have had

Sending wedding pictures to dudes she hooked up with before...yeah, I give that marriage 2 years, tops.

Post: #37

(07-04-2015 06:45 PM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  And I'm sure you felt awful about the opportunity you could have had

Sending wedding pictures to dudes she hooked up with before...yeah, I give that marriage 2 years, tops.

The harsh reality of providing women with a memorable experience

Sometimes I wonder if I should get into screenwriting and make movies that would suit the lifetime network because MAN so many stories like this and being the guy "behind the curtain" to see what is really going on.

I can only imagine a guy who is oblivious and ACTUALLY CARES (as I'm pretty sure girls in the past I've been with have done this BUT they know "I gives zero fucks")

Post: #38

The interesting thing about this is that we had kept in contact over whatsapp for a long while. She telling me about her belly tuck and getting tight. I knew she had some guy after a while but she tried to play it down and then BAAM wedding.

In the absence of a strong lead, women wikk chose when they want to get married and no mercy will be had for the next guy available that crosses her path.

Post: #39

Vicious -- Nice travelogue. I was wondering what's impressive to girls in terms of NYC apartments - can you post the listing of the AirBNB you used, or something similar?

I have an apartment in NYC, but it's pretty modest -- 1 BR, Upper West Side, walk-up -- and I've mostly dated artsy boho types who are sufficiently impressed by that, but I'm looking to meet different, faster types of women and was wondering how much I have to upgrade.

Post: #40

Sorry I can't give this information, first because the host is no longer on AirBnb and second because I still keep in contact in case I will visit in the future (very likely to happen late this year or early 2016).

It's my impression that you can get away with a much more modest place if it's in the right part of town though - West village, SoHo, Chelsea, MPD etc. In my first NYC trip this was the case. Place was stylish but small.

Post: #41

(08-09-2015 03:19 AM)Vicious Wrote:  Sorry I can't give this information, first because the host is no longer on AirBnb and second because I still keep in contact in case I will visit in the future (very likely to happen late this year or early 2016).

It's my impression that you can get away with a much more modest place if it's in the right part of town though - West village, SoHo, Chelsea, MPD etc. In my first NYC trip this was the case. Place was stylish but small.

Thanks, no worries. Yeah, the UWS is a bit more staid and downtown is where the action is. But I'm older anyhow.

It's a funny thing with girls and NYC. The natives are usually impressed because they know how expensive and crappy the housing is here. But it's been awhile since I picked up a tourist, and I think when you're coming from somewhere else, my place looks a lot less impressive.

Post: #42

(08-09-2015 09:44 AM)Aureole Wrote:  

(08-09-2015 03:19 AM)Vicious Wrote:  Sorry I can't give this information, first because the host is no longer on AirBnb and second because I still keep in contact in case I will visit in the future (very likely to happen late this year or early 2016).

It's my impression that you can get away with a much more modest place if it's in the right part of town though - West village, SoHo, Chelsea, MPD etc. In my first NYC trip this was the case. Place was stylish but small.

Thanks, no worries. Yeah, the UWS is a bit more staid and downtown is where the action is. But I'm older anyhow.

It's a funny thing with girls and NYC. The natives are usually impressed because they know how expensive and crappy the housing is here. But it's been awhile since I picked up a tourist, and I think when you're coming from somewhere else, my place looks a lot less impressive.

Certainly, people new to NYC have definitely been living better no matter where else in the world they have been staying.