West PUA

I stroll into the usual place alone, order a beer while asking the bartender how the night is going. I lean against the bar and watch the place. I spot a couple of friends sitting at a table waving their hands at me. I go over, and sit down at a table beside them, since theirs is full.

One of my friends has no beer. I see a beer at my table that no-one has taken posession of, and give it to him. He’s happy.

Five minutes later two guys sit down at my table. They ask me if I have seen where one of their two beers has gone. I shrug and nod my head toward some chode sitting at my left. Whatever..

They are from Latvia. I talk to them. It’s hard to understand them, and I first thought they were from Ireland because of the accent. “Cheers” in Latvian is “sprita” or something similar. A little later, a man I used to train Brazilin Jiu-Jitsu greets me and hands me a beer.

A chick, HB 7.5, in pink top, black sweater and pink shoes EC me. I EC back. She sits at our table and talks to one of the Latvian guys, the bald one. I ask the other Latvian if she’s from Latvia too. She’s not. He hasn’t seen her before, and ask me

“Is she our bitch?”
“Huu? What?“, I say
“She, is she our bitch?“,  the Latvian answers, in bad english reminding me of Borat.
“I don’t know“, I answer, having no idea what he meant.

She is foot-flirting with me under the table. I touch her leg while talking to the BJJ guy.

About an hour later the club closes, and I stand outside. I talk to some friend and sit down on the foots of a stair outside the bar. I see HB 7.5 talking to the bald Latvian. He goes over the street in what seems to be an attempt to get her to come with him. She sees me, and ask if I have a cigarette or a lighter. I say I don’t smoke. She then ask if I can watch her purse while she begs a cigarette off of someone.

“Sure, if I’m not leaving“, I answer.
“Will you tell me if you leave“, she says.
“Sure, if I see you“, I say.

She comes to me ten seconds later with a lighted cigarette and sit beside me. I ask her if she’s out and having a good time. She hesitates for a second, and then answers it’s good to listening to someone native, as she has been speaking bad english to Latvians all night. I ask if she knows of any afterparties, and she don’t, and asks me. I don’t know either. I ask her where she lives, and she answers “Mountainstreet”, which she clarifies is quite close by.

The bouncer at the bar at beside our bar shouts at her, saying that she has’nt paid her tab, and has to do it now. She walks into the bar about ten meters away. The bald Latvian guy comes and stand close by the exit of that bar. She comes out, sits beside me, then the bald Latvian comes over, says something to her, and she says something back. They go and talk not far away. She walks away from him and sits beside a female bartender who is speaking spanish to some spanish people. This is about three meters from me. The bald Latvian goes to her, nods his head and hold up his mobile. She walks reluctantly up to him, and then suddenly grab him by his arm and starts walking in direction of where she lives, with him hanging after.

This suck. If I had taken action, more iniative, talked to her more, I could have been f***ing her now, instead of writing a Field Report on my computer…

I wrote this field report some time back, and decided to post it on my blog.

Yesterday (Saturday 11.17.07) I went out with an AFC friend. The first venue we hit up is a rather run-down karaoke bar, but since it’s free admission, most night out usually start out at this place. I live in a small city, so there’s no more than a couple of places to go.

The bar is in the middle of the place, and there is space around it. People circulate around the bar. Me and my friend sit down at a table against the wall with two chairs. It’s great for keeping eye contact with chicks who passes by to see who’s looking for some. Bodylanguage is alpha.

I notice two chicks, one fat UG and one cute blonde HB8.5 walking by. I try for eye contact with the blonde. She avoids retuning EC. They walk by one more time some minutes later, same happens, try for EC, no response. I stop looking at her eyes before having to turn my head.

When they’re gone, my friend goes, “Dude, you saw those chicks?! The blonde was SO trying to get your attention! They went by you TWO TIMES! She was looking at you the whole time!” I guess she was nervous or something, and looked when she was out of my view. I didn’t see them again.

Sitting at the same place, a blonde with great body and nice face, HB8, walks by. Strong eye contact. I just say whatever I think of, this time it’s the original “Hi”.

West: Hi
HB8: What’s up. *Smiling*

From the second I said hi, she pushed her right tit against my side. IOI I guess

West: You’re out? *Another patented West-line*
HB8: Yeah. Do you know what happened to the pool table? *The pool table in front of us is out of order*
West: No. But the players kind of sucked anyway *Smiling, joking*
HB8: Ha, ha, but it’s fun to watch.
West: You’re celebrating anything?
HB8: No, nothing special.
West: You’re with friends?
HB8: Yeah *She points somewhere*

I introduced her to my friend. She leaned over me to shake his hands, at the same time pressing her tits agains me, hard. She exchanged names with my friend. Then I shaked hands with her, and exchanged names with her. Anne-Marie if I remember correctly.

At this point, I should’ve said, “Hi, let’s find a place to sit”, and just guided her to somewhere to sit and kino and closed. I don’t.

Clubs and bars close at three o’clock after midnight, and me and my friend decide to take the bus home instead of taxi or calling to see if friends are driving. The bus ride home is about 45 mins.

We are almost the last to enter the bus, and it’s crowded. We both stand. I stand facing one of the windows on the other side. Under it, right in front of me, sits an old UG, facing me. To her right, is a four-seat section (like a booth in a club), two seats facing forward, and two seats facing backwards.

There’s a HB to my left, longer back in the bus, black hair, cute face. There’s also one at my right, towards the front, somewhat plump but cute face.

Then I notice a hot, black-haired, older woman, maybe 30-35, she’s foreign but I can’t quite describe her, kind of like filipino, but not exactly. Supercute face, HB8.5.

I look at her eyes, she notice and hold eye contact for a long time. This is like a stare-down competition. She holds it for like 40 secs before some curly-haired chode stand between us. He goes off at the next stop. Hardcore eye contact proceeds, looking 2/3 of the time at her face 1/3 at the lips, which she wets and bites several times.

She sits in the four-seat booth with three other people. Her body is facing my way, out of the booth. I wonder if she’s with friends. She’s about one meter away from me, and I say something like “You’re out on the city?” She can’t hear.

I lean forward (I know, don’t lean in, but if I didn’t, I couldn’t have talked to her) and repeats.

West: You’re out today?
HB8.5: Yes.

Then right after she answers, she leans into me, me leaning on my leg, and tounge me down hardcore. I was just thinking WTF, this is insane!?

West: Hmm, you’re with friends? *smiling*
HB8.5: Yes *points to old UG with drunk guy hanging over her, she literally can’t see whats going on, lol*
West: Oh, where do you live?
HB8.5: X place *I look out the window and realize the bus is about 5 mins from her place*
West: My friend over there is having an after-party. You should come.
HB8.5: *Smiling* No I can’t. *She points to the old UG*
West: Of course you’re coming.
HB8.5: Nooo, I can’t. She’s my husbands sister *pointing to old UG*
West: You’re coming *smiling*

At this point the CHODESPEAK alarm went off in my mind, and I figured I had to find another way to isolate.

But how the heck do you isolate on a BUS, right beside her husbands sister?

HB8.5: I can’t leave her *She held forth her hand, with a shiny diamond wedding ring on*

She grabbed my head and kissed more.

West: Come with me, take a taxi home. She’ll never notice.
HB8.5: I have to go.

The bus stopped at a bus-stop, and her drunk friend, old UG, got up and shouted that they had to get off.

West: Already? You haven’t even given me your phone number.
HB8.5: *smiling* I have to go. Maybe some other time, let’s see what happens (she was foreign, so her language was not perfect)

She went off the bus.

The question is, what could I have done to isolate her. It would be a guaranteed f*** if I had.

What come to my mind later, is to have told her to get off at a bus-stop earlier without her friend noticing, and just called her friend to tell her that she went of at the wrong stop, but would soon be home. And then just f***** her outside, despite the 5 *C temperature

It was fun though