Post: #1

A Brief History of Me:
Average height (just under 6'), lean athletic build, decently good looking (I've had numerous chicks, most often drunk white ones, compare me to Will Smith or Tiger Woods)

Notch Count ages 19-28: 11 while beta and Anti-Game (reference the recent Chateau Heartiste article) to the core. Mostly classic carousel riders in borderline sex-worker careers (a stripper, a model, a cougar dominatrix....), most easily found in my "Edge" environment: large-scale goth/fetish/BDSM parties. (pics of some previous lays available if interested)

I quit drinking almost 3 years ago.

Learned about Game just this January with Neil Strauss' book which lead me to Chateau Roissy/Heartiste as well as here and TheGManifesto. New notches by early May: 3, all SNL's, (2 in Vegas, both should have been 3-ways if I hadn't totally botched things). Between late March and early May I felt confident I could bag new pussy once every two weeks and it had a huge impact on my Inner Game. My Game modus operandi is a combo of cocky&funny, DHV'ing with travel stories and military service, and indirect sexual innuendo. I'm terrible at negging, reading women, and frame maintenance.

Then I hit a slump May-June, including a terrible week in San Diego where I got hung up on this Russian blonde. The slump has carried over to where I am now:
Okinawa, Japan.

This place is *supposedly* a black man's paradise, but more accurately it is a Hip-Hop Rap Video Thug's paradise. The local girls eat that shit up. I've regularly seen other black dudes doing their best 50 Cent impression walking around with 2-3 Oki girls nipping at their heels. But it's totally not my style and there's no way I could convincingly fake it. I try to go for more of a James Bond/G Manifesto/Matrix/Sith Lord mix, but I've found it hard to stay suited-down in this tropical jungle sweatbox of an island.

There's two types of girls here:
1. Riders of American cock. Classic carousel-riders who have picked up a decent amount of English. Are probably trying to get pregnant to get your military privileges (healthcare, access to our comparatively-cheap grocery stores, etc.). Definitely know how to play the average G.I. Assume any girl you meet over 20 who speaks more than 2 words of English falls in this category. I try to avoid the areas where they congregate because they are inevitably full of young drunk enlisted guys, which is just an....annoying environment to be in, regardless of the loose women.

2. Untarnished Natives. These girls typically speak no English and work in shops/areas where they have little contact with Americans. Not as common as the slores and being able to speak conversational Japanese is essential to get them.

Nightlife here sucks, but perhaps I'm spoiled by the large and well-furnished clubs of Miami and Vegas. Most of the bars/clubs are small and overpriced. Any popular place is likely to be overrun with drunk American military guys aged 19-25. Even popular areas are totally unpredictable in the weekend turnout. This is partly due to the prevalence of Izakayas, small alcohol-serving restaurants where groups of friends go to eat and drink all fucking night. I've found I can walk down streets and ask groups of chicks virtually anything and they will give me 5 minutes of their time, but I haven't turned that into lays, just a few flaky number closes.
My Solution: Don't go out so much. I've looked into getting an apartment or house off-base but it's insanely expensive. I'd like to transition to House Party Game and avoid the bars/clubs entirely, so I'm always keeping my eye open for cheap housing.

Social Circle Game? Nope. As an officer, my social circle consists of 90% SWPL males, half of whom are married to other SWPL's, who all prefer to sit around and get drunk in their SWPL clique or do tourist-y bullshit instead of actually get embedded in the people and culture. Enlisted females and wives are off limits, fucking them is a good way to end up unemployed.
My Solution: Met a guy who has been here ~4 years, knows LOTS of girls and is increasingly involved in the nightlife. I'm trying to pick his brain, as well as see if he can hook me up with someone. He also advocates House Party Game, because most of these girls live with their families and "love hotels" get expensive. Chicks here are DYING for a chill place to hang out and drink without having to be hit on by masses of young Airmen and Marines.

Day Game seems to be a money-maker, and I've had experienced players I've met comment on it. The best girls are the ones working in clothing/accessory stores where they get virtually no male contact. Learn Japanese, go out in the afternoon, and talk them up.
My Solution: Keep trying to learn Japanese, so I can have the same "flow" spitting Game in Japanese that I have in English. The language barrier has been extremely frustrating, when you have a set displaying clear IoIs and you can see things slip away every time you open your mouth and they give you a confused look.

What are my pussy objectives?
I'm nocturnal and somewhat anti-social. I largely only go out to enjoy cars, girls and music (metal and techno). I'm trying to get into the car scene here. I occasionally enjoy getting dressed up for fancy events like the opera, but haven't investigated the local options yet.

What I'm looking for is arm candy that I can take to car meets, metal concerts, raves, and formal events. I have no interest in typical relationship crap like trolling antique stores on a Sunday. I want a girl that will put on something cute (possibly something I dictated she wear), go out to shit I enjoy, fuck @ her/my place, then give me time/space to play computer games and shit. I'm ok with home-cooked meals and cuddling up for a movie but only in doses.

Given all the information that I've presented about myself and my situation, am I on the right track to getting out of this dry spell?

Post: #2

Broke my dry spell. Long lay report follows. Comments in italics are little points of information that will make sense at the end.

Went out last night with my best wing. He's another black guy who is happily married but loves to go out and party away from the American-saturated areas. I'd say he's at least higher beta if not lesser alpha, and has really good alpha body language. He is also great at reading people, which is great because I'm terrible at it. So we hit up Kokusai-dori aka "International Street", the main club district in the capital of Naha. We parked and wandered around aimlessly as it was rather early (maybe 2145hrs?). Some neon signs caught our eyes, and we went to check it out. Turned out to be some back alley with rather suspect-looking establishments.

As we were leaving, two girls got out of their car. A 7 in fuck-me boots, booty shorts, and white bodice-like top under a flannel shirt, and a 5 dressed plainly in all black. I asked the 7 what these places were. She responded "Snack bars!" (aka hostess bars, basically you pay pretty girls to sit and drink with you. Retarded IMO.)

Me: "Ohhhhh. Are you a snack girl?" She quickly responds with "No!", but I notice the 5 kinda duck behind her car away from us. Clearly didn't want to be seen/identified/associated with hostess bars.

We went on our merry way, and spent the next ~2 hours bar hopping. The place was largely dead. Nightlife here is so unpredictable. We came up from a basement bar/restaurant sometime after midnight and who is wandering up the street? Fuck-Me Boots (clearly a bit drunk) and 5-in-Black.

Me: "Hey, are you girls following us?"

5-in-Black stops to say something to Fuck-Me Boots, which I take as my cue to approach. I may have hit them with one of my standard openers (ask the location of a bar that I'm already familiar with) or asked about a new nightclub I just learned about. Turns out they too were looking for a dance club with people, having already left the biggest and most popular club on Kokusai (Saicolo's) b/c it was dead. I offered to show them a club and they agreed. We walked down to Clutch, which was also dead. We talked about a club in another district about 10 blocks away. I told them I could drive us all there, and they agreed. We didn't know where it was, so we opted for a techno club that I frequent. Fuck-Me Boots was excited about the techno club, and they were thankful that I was willing to drive them.

At this point, I figured I could largely rest on my laurels and just let things play out, figuring that any girls willing to hop in the car of complete strangers and drive halfway across the city to a nightclub have GOT to be DTF. Fuck-Me Boots spoke English rather well so she must be no stranger to American cock. To be on the safe side, I like using my rather sporty car to keep girl's hearts racing along the way. This is doubly effective here compared to the states since most people drive woefully underpowered excuses for an automobile.

So we hit my favorite techno club only to find......it was disco night. Fuuuuuuuuu. Oh well, roll with it. These bitches were short on cash so I paid the cover charges for all of us ( 2 guys/2 girls = ¥7000 ~= $90, for a dingy club the size of maybe 3 American living rooms). The bartender greeted me happily (social DHV, I knew talking him up in the past would be useful) and the girls got plenty of drinks, including a few freebies from the bartenders. We kept alternating hitting the dance floor and sipping drinks. Fuck-Me Boots was full of energy and pretty drunk, so she was dancing like a freak. 5-in-Black was shy, tired, and a shitty dancer. I was doing my damnedest to keep her energy level up. I thought she made jewelry but she said that wasn't her job. When asked for clarification:"....... I'm a waitress."

I also started to notice that the girls were clinging to my friend much more so than me. It must be that palpable air of desperation I probably have, combined with my friend's perfect body language. He tends to sit there with a content look on his face, making very slow, deliberate movements, and they would constantly sit next to him instead of me. At any rate, Fuck-Me Boots was still a horny freak on the dance floor so I wasn't too concerned.

Eventually we noticed them starting to crash, so I suggested we leave. Fuck-Me Boots pairs up with my wing and I with 5-in-Black as we walk back to the car. There were some snack hostesses seeing off clients down the block, which started a conversation about whether I had been to a snack bar (No). She said her friends go to the guy version (a host bar), but she doesn't go and pay for that. I thought it was an odd out of the blue comment.

So we're walking back to the car, turns out 5-in-Black is 34 and Fuck-Me Boots is 24. They ask where we are going, and I said "A final small party. It's near the base." I was taking them to a love motel close to where my wingman lives. The idea being to drop him off and take both chicks to the motel. He gets out, and their mood darkens a bit and they look confused.

From this point forward I did my damnedest to convey that this sort of thing happens to me regularly and is no cause for excitement. I think my speech became slower, more relaxed, and more directly sexual. I was trying to convey "This is how my typical night ends and is almost routine."

Me: "He's going home. The three of us, we will sleep here. I'll take you to your car in the morning."

5-in-Black doesn't look happy (this is when she started saying "No Sex!") but Fuck-Me Boots is still drunk, giggling, and readily agrees. We get up to the room and 5-in-Black continues to be a brooding stormcloud. I tried convincing her to take a nice, long bath (and leave me alone with Fuck-Me Boots) but she wouldn't budge. I thought back to what Neil Strauss did in The Game, trying to elevate her buying temperature with a shoulder massage. Waste of time. I shot my buddy a text and told her "Hey, I can have my buddy take you to your car if you don't want to chill." The freeze out led to hear finally climbing in the bed but sticking with her "No Sex!" mantra.

Meanwhile, I had already started making out with Fuck-Me Boots, who had been eager to throw some Japanese porn on the TV. She was quite concerned about getting it on next to her friend, so I had to stealthy undress her and tease her body to put her mind elsewhere.

I read once that Japanese chicks like to do the "dead fish" routine the first time they're with a guy so he doesn't think she's an experienced slut. It's a useless gesture and just means that I have to undress the girl with no assistance. Not normally a problem but annoying to do under the covers, quietly, next to a third party.

Long story short: fuck her for a bit, break the condom (how the fuck did I leave my room with only one condom? Failure to do proper pre-combat inspections), raw dog her a bit but she's concerned about me cumming in her. Find the condoms next to the bed. Struggle to get it in her tight pussy again. Find the bottle of lube. Rock her missionary style. I haven't had a chick flail and gyrate like that in a while. It's a nice feeling, especially when she's pinned under your body weight.

Well, they attempted to discretely flee this morning. It was obvious neither had been in a love hotel though, because you are locked in the room until you call the front desk and finalize payment. We sort that out and go to leave. I'm trying to get Fuck-Me Boots' #, but she starts making up excuses and deflecting:

1. Number? Find me on Facebook.
2. I'll find YOU on Facebook (there's like 50 people with my name).
I bring up Facebook on my phone to put her name in.
3. Uhhhh, I don't have Facebook.

She was also unclear about whether she was married. She had a ring on (didn't look like a wedding ring IMO). First she said she wasn't married and the ring was fake. Then she said she had an American husband.

They claim they will get a taxi. It's pouring outside. 5-in-Black looks conflicted, like she doesn't ask me something. I told them I would give them a ride back to their car last night. I remind 5-in-Black of this, and say "Just ask me nicely."

Her: "Please....take us?"
Me: "Sure. Hop in."

I drive them back to their car in awkward silence, with both of them clearly hungover. To allay the overwhelmingly obvious Buyer's Remorse, I tried to reassure them about their behavior and how it's natural but unnecessary to feel like you need to run away, or some shit like that. I also tried to get 5-in-Black to come to our formal dinner this month ("Do you have a nice a dress? How are you gonna come to the dinner without a nice dress?") but it didn't work.

I asked 5-in-Black about her seemingly-free parking spot for her car. "No, not free. It's where I work." Ahhh, so you DO work at the shady back-alley establishments.

When I dropped them off, I gave Fuck-Me Boots my number and said "I'm not looking for a girlfriend. But if your husband pisses you off and you wanna hang out and have a good time, gimme a call."


So the conclusion I drew from the information in Italics is that 5-in-Black was in fact an off-duty hostess. She went out with her party-girl friend, possibly the spouse of some other military dude. I just happened to have phenomenal luck coming out of the bar just in time to re-open these two. That, combined with my wing who essentially elevated their buying temperature for me and then just transferred it all to me at the end of the night.

Maybe I'm just being overly self-critical and insecure, but I keep looking at this as a failure of my weak Game saved by circumstances, partly because this is (IMO) my third botched three-way opportunity this year.

Plus I spent a decent chunk of money (could've gotten a delivery health/outcall escort girl) and since they clearly wanted no further contact I'm no closer to having a date for my formal event in 2 1/2 weeks.

I'm gonna try to ignore all that and enjoy the fact that I finally fucked a cute Japanese girl with a tight pussy.

And if you bothered to read all this, you get treated to a couple pictures:
   
From L to R: 5-in-Black, my wing, Fuck-Me Boots, me. Taking off my shirt is one of my common last-ditch tactics. I'm not jacked by American standards but it's more than enough to impress the Japanese.
   
The other is me with both girls.

Post: #3

Just touched bases with my wingman for an After Action Review. He has answers to so many questions I had. "Dude, you should have asked me, they told me everything."

5-in-Black works at both a snack bar and as a waitress at a hotel. So I was kinda right on that one.
Fuck Me Boots is married to an Air Force guy on Kadena. Oops. It's like that rap song's chorus: "You can have an old lady. But them hoes? They for everybody."

He was also kicking himself a bit, he realized 5-in-Black would try to cock-block me. He concluded he should have stuck around until I got a room with Fuck-Me Boots, then instead of getting a room with 5-in-Black, just offer to take her back to her car. Isolate and neutralize.