Author: Yoylo

By that time, I was reading lots of Blackdragon material on non-monogamy, open marriage, online dating and dating younger girls. This information was eye opening. My Philippines trip to sort out my condo loan before the handover was approaching fast and I decided to test Blackdragon’s ideas on younger chicks and try to focus on sub-24-year-old girls when I come to Cebu City. I decided to create Filipino Cupid account and only open girls 23-year-old or younger when I arrive.

Between my last Philippines trip and that time, I reignited my DJing passion from the past and went back to collecting vinyl records and mixing. I rebuilt my collection to around 1800 records and was having lots of fun mixing at home and making mixtape videos. I got in touch with a few DJs in Cebu City via Facebook and they offered me to play at local venues if I bring my vinyl records with me, which I accepted with a passion. This old hobby of mine made me quite a few good friends there when I arrived.

I booked AirBnB condo in the same building as my condo, packed all my condo loan documents together with 30 of my favourite house record and jumped on the plane.

The plane was delayed. I only landed in Cebu City around 9 pm, more than one hour later than the schedule. I was really tired and jetlagged when I got to my apartment at around 10 pm. I wanted to go to sleep to recover. But the night was young and I just decided to go to my favourite bar where I met J. to just have a couple of beers. I showered, dressed up, hailed a cab and went to the bar.

Apparently where there a couple of waitress girls at the bar who recognised me around that J’s affair despite that fact that a few years have passed. It looked like me and J. became some sort of a legend there. Jezuz. I didn’t expect that.

As I entered the bar and ordered drinks, one girl immediately took a fancy to me. She jumped on my lap and started to grind her butt on my crouch. Her name was S. I ordered a bottle of tequila. As the night progressed, the things got dirtier and dirtier. I got a bit tipsy and started to flirt with S., eventually ending up talking dirty to her right there and then. I was whispering in her ear how I would throw her on the bed, pull her panties off and eat her pussy out.

She kept taking it all in as she kept grinding on my lap. Tequila was flowing freely and I was getting really drunk. S. kept grinding on my crouch. As the clock hit 2 am and S’s shift was over, I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the taxi to go to my condo.

As she entered the room, she asked me if she can go to the shower. I told her that she can and followed her there. We were both naked in the shower when I started to make out with her and, eventually bent her over and stuck my hard dick in her wet pussy. Raw. We fucked in the shower for a little while before I pulled her out and threw her on the bed.

I delivered everything that I promised her during the dirty talk at the bar. I ate her pussy like a maniac and she sucked my dick like a professional porn star. I fucked the shit out of her in bed and blew my load all over her body. Exhausted, we fell asleep only to repeat the process in the morning.

In the morning, I called a taxi and sent her home. She was a “golden touchdown” girl. A girl you fuck in less than 24 hours after a landing in the country. Moreover, she was 20-year-old. The youngest girl I ever fucked in my entire life.

To be continued…

My plane landed in Sydney and I went back to my regular routine… Except for my wife. She knew something was off. Smart girl. She knew what she was up to when she sent me to Cebu City alone. The nuclear shit-test. The shit test that I failed.

Thinking about it now, this was the moment that my marriage was done. It would take a few more years for it to become official but the irreparable damage was already done and nothing was going to change it. She knew. Female spider senses.

We took a drive to the Cronulla beach in Sydney where she started to ask me the tough questions. Did I do it? How many girls? Bla bla bla. I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I loved this girl. She didn’t do anything wrong. I spilled all the beans.

Surprisingly the sex at home has improved. In fact, a lot. She dressed sexy for me and… drum roll… I made her squirt for then first time in years. The dread game is real. She knew, she had a completion now. The real competition. Younger, tighter, hotter.

The condo investment was also a dread for her. She read it as a plan for me to dump her and go live my life in another country in my own property without her, having an access to other, younger and hotter women. It was a revelation for me too, because I finally realised my value as man. I realised that I can actually do that. Go somewhere else and live my life as a man, having access to younger and hotter women. Our marriage was done, de facto. I didn’t accept that and so didn’t she. But, as I now realise, her female spider senses made her thinks about the way out and the plan B.

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I did what I planned. I fired my virtual assistants and helped them to find another job via Facebook groups I was a member of and I found a lucrative corporate contract. Cash started to roll in and stress was relieved. Suddenly I was getting more cash coming to my bank account than during all my previous years of running a business.

I have skills. Skills that are in demand and can provide a good income for me and my family. I can bring back home a bacon. In fact, a gourmet one. Just like when we came to this country years ago with nothing. No cash, no possessions and no future. I could make a future for all of us. Me, my wife and my kid.

My wife suddenly decided to help to make money. She spent hours upon hours on YouTube, learning the ropes as she started to day trade. Little by little she was able to consistently make a small profit. I was providing the cash to keep the trading account going. Everything seems to be going back to normal. After a break up with T., there were no reason for me to go back to Philippines. Except for my condo. The day when I was going to go there for a handover was approaching fast. I had to do the paperwork for a loan and jump on the plane to get the things sorted.

I had a reason to go there. Would I be able to resist? I knew the answer was “no” even before I jumped on the plane.

To be continued…

Although we fucked only a few times, J. started to refer me as her “boyfriend”, which weirded me out but not too much. I was still bamboozled by the fact that 23-year-old girl can be into “older” guy like me. This relationship had a hard expiration date, the date of my plane ticket back to Australia.

I was feeling really crushed. I knew the business venture with T. is done and I have to get to the positive cash flow fast, otherwise my financial situation would deteriorate to the point of no return. I knew that I had to shut down my business, let two of my virtual assistants go and go back to the contracting to corporate. There wasn’t a realistic way to generate cash in a matter of few short weeks otherwise. I was going back to where I started.

There was one more thing that contributed bad to my dread. And it was the fact that a few days before my and T’s break up, I bought a studio condominium in Cebu City off the plan. In fact, there were no building whatsoever. There was a construction site and a hole in the ground.

Fortunately, dear reader, now I can say, it wasn’t a bad decision after all. The building was constructed. The condominium was handed over and overall, it wasn’t a bad investment at all. But this will become apparent later. For now, I was fucked.

It was time to leave the country and go back home to my family. I had a red-light flight so I decided to have a few drinks at the bar with J. and go back to my hotel room to sleep before going to the airport. And so, I did. We shot shit and smoked cigars with N., drunk tequila and played pool with J. and, around 10 pm I went back to my hotel to sleep. J. begged me to stay but I didn’t.

I was lying in bed in my hotel room and I couldn’t sleep. I was done. My business was over. My dreams were crushed. I had to put my tail between my legs and crawl back to the corporate job. I was defeated. But there was J., the pretty 23-year-old singer from a whiskey bar with slim dark-skinned body and firm tits. And she liked me.

I jumped out of the bed, took shower, got dressed up and took a taxi back to the bar. N. welcomed me at the entrance. “J. was looking a bit sad when you left,” he told me. Oh, well. I beaconed visibly surprised and happy J. and ordered her to bring me two cans of Red Bull. I wasn’t going to sleep that night. We drunk, we played pool, we talked, we had fun. When her shift was over, we went across the Mango area to the, now defunct, 22nd Street Comedy Bar.

We met some of the J’s friends, I order some food and drinks for us and then she joined the rock band at the stage to sing Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life” for her “boyfriend” (me). I still have this video I shot on my phone. She did have a voice.

Eventually we took a taxi to my hotel. A few short minutes after we entered the room, the clothes started to come off and next thing you know, we were naked in my bed. “Can I?” she asked again pointing her phone at my erect phallus. “Sure, go for it,” I replied as she took a dick pick for her cock collection.

I pulled on a condom and started fucking her with everything I had. As before, she rode my dick vigorously in cow-girl position until she had an orgasm. After she came, she told me, “Now, it’s you turn.” That turned me on so much, I pounded her from behind until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pushed her on her back, pulled off the condom and blew my load on her perfect Asian tits. Then I reached for my phone and took a trophy shot of her body with my cum all over her belly and boobs.

We didn’t sleep that night. In the morning she rode a taxi with me to the airport and hugged be goodbye as I walked through the airport gates.

That was the last time we fucked. I met her a few years later in Cebu. She had another kid from god knows whom, who didn’t stick around. She became really jaded and her looks faded badly way before she hit thirty years old. Sometimes I still pull and watch that old video of her singing Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life.”

To be continued…

Next day I went to our office in Mandaue City. T. wasn’t there and I notice how relaxed the staff were. Everyone was doing their job but with the apparent lack of dread. T. was a dick to our staff. When he was in the office, everyone was walking on egg shells. T. would always tell me how lazy and irresponsible our employees were and how they always needed to be watched. Well, I thought to myself, I never had to watch two of my remote virtual assistants. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to, but they seem to always get the job done.

I chatted a bit to A., the young office manager girl. She was a highlight of a team. Proactive, responsible and always got the job done with no excuses. Plus, she was hot. I guess this was the main reason T. hired her in my absence.

Later in the day, T. invited me for a drink at the lounge bar at Radison Blu hotel where he always stayed for a month at a time. He managed to carve some sort of a corporate deal with the hotel management.

We met at the bar and ordered drinks. T. was a dick he usually was. Apparently, he wasn’t happy with his drink and demanded a replacement. Waitress was very apologetic and brought him a new one. That pissed me off. I knew how things work in Philippines. The waitress who made a little mistake was going to get the price of his drink deducted from her pay. And, since Radison is a five-star overpriced hotel, this one drink would amount to her whole daily pay, if not more.

The meeting with T. turned into a shitshow and a blame game. T. blamed me for not making our SEO software as shiny and I blamed him for not bringing any customers. I couldn’t go like this anymore. I had a family to support and if cash wasn’t going to roll in, I would run out of money in a matter of a couple of months tops. Eventually I shouted at T. that I am done and I am out and I’d rather go and drink tequila with my girlfriend than to keep talking to him. And I left the bar.

That was the last time me and T. talked in long, long time.

I took a taxi to Ayala Mall to buy a box of finest Filipino cigars and went to the bar where J. worked. It was a bit early and the owner wasn’t there but N., the manager of the bar was. N. was a funny Queenslander who spoke with a heavy Aussie accent. He was a cool guy to hand out with. I shared a cigar with him and we shot shit for a while. There was something off about this guy. I couldn’t pinpoint what but I suspected he was hiding from Australian law in Philippines. My suspicions were confirmed later when he left Cebu City and his long-term girlfriend and escaped to Puerta Galera. Apparently, he was running real estate scams around the country.

When J. arrived to report for duty, I ordered tequila and drunk my sorrows away. At the end of her shift, I took her to my hotel room.

To be continued…

Next day my phone kept blowing up from J’s messages. I didn’t realise dumping her at the bar was actually a good move. She was basically begging me to come over and drink tequila with her. Which I did the very same evening.

I rolled into the bar and immediately ordered a bottle of tequila. Me and J. started doing shots. She was very entertaining. It was some interesting new feeling for me. I was sitting there, doing nothing and the girl fifteen years younger than me was going out of her way to keep me having fun in between of performing her work duties. Back then, dear reader, it was completely outside of my model of the world that girl that much younger than me could have any interest in me as a potential sexual partner. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening.

Eventually the band had arrived and started playing old rock music hits. “Hey, I wanna sing for you”, J. said, “but you need to tip the band”. OK, whatever. I tipped the band with like five bucks or something and they scheduled the next song for me with J. as a singer. The song was from the “Titanic” movie, “My Heart Will Go On”. When J. started to sing, my jaw dropped to the floor. This girl had the voice. Holy shit, she could sing. She sang the whole thing while looking at me with a “deer in headlights” look. I ordered another bottle of tequila. We had shots with lime and salt and played some pool.

When the clock hit 2 am, J’s shift was over. She got changed into a shorts and a top and I drugged her to the taxi and ordered a driver to takes us to my hotel. We both were pretty shitfaced from two bottles of tequila so, upon arrival, we just collapsed into the bed and passed out.

When I woke up in the morning, J. was still asleep. I tuned the TV to the music channel. After J. woke up, I took her downstairs to the buffet breakfast which was a part of my hotel accommodation deal. She left her bag in my room, so we had to go back. I laid on the bed to watch some music videos on the TV while J. went to take a shower. I was absolutely clueless, dear reader. She emerged from the shower and joined me on the bed. For a few minutes we were just laying there, watching music videos. “You gotta make a move, man”, the inner voice said to me. And so I did go ahead and tried to kiss her. And this is where a massive LMR started. J. wouldn’t let me kiss her. She started to give me some massive bullshit. “No”. “You bring other girls here”. “You don’t really like me”. Bla-bla-bla. “Two steps forward, one step back”, the mantra from some PUA forum or blog I read popped into my mind. And so I did. “Hey, I am here with you, J”. “There are no other girls here.” “We are just watching TV.” All while trying to physically escalate and remove her clothes. It took me about forty to fifty minutes to get her boobs out of her bra. The rest of the clothes came off pretty quickly.

To my amazement she still wouldn’t let me kiss her so I just started sucking on her boobs and kissing her body. She had a nice, firm, petite Asain body with perfect skin. Her boobs were pretty small but with perfect nipples. She was a nice, 23 year old trim little piece of ass. However, when I tried to go down on her, she freaked out. “What, no one ever eaten you out?”, I asked. She didn’t reply. So, I just put her on her back, pulled on condom and started fucking her. Almost immediately she pulled out her phone and directed it towards her pussy. “Can I?”, she asked. “What the fuck?”, I though to myself but I said “OK. Just no faces”, as I kept on fucking her while she shot an amateur close up video of my dick penetrating her vagina. After a while she pushed me on my back and started to ride my dick vigorously until she came. I realised that this girl knew exactly what to do to get herself off on my dick.

After we finished, we laid on the bed for a while and watched music videos. She didn’t show any signs of going to leave anytime soon. I was actually on the seventh heaven after that sex session, and I also planned to go to the cinema so I decided to invite her to tag along. She agreed with no hesitation. We went to the mall, got milkshakes and watched “Cloud Atlas” in the cinema. I enjoyed every minute of it. Watching a movie cuddling with a pretty girl.

After the movie, she still wouldn’t leave so I had to devise a plan. I was getting pretty hungry, so we went for lunch at the cafe in the shopping mall where I told her that I need to go and meet my business partner so she finally had to leave.

To be continued….

After a few texts J. asked if we can chat on Facebook. I didn’t know free Facebook plans on the phones are the reason the girls in Philippines prefer Facebook to any form of texting so I created a fake Facebook profile and we moved the conversation there the next day.

She kept blowing my phone with text messages and her selfies showing off her goodies (but no nudes). I asked her out for a drink when she broke the news that she works as a waitress in the sports bar and I should just come there and have a drink. I didn’t mind a little adventure and decided to check out that bar.

Let me explain a little the hierarchy of bars in Philippines.

On the top of hierarchy is a posh bar in the resort or a hotel. They aren’t much different from cocktail bars in Australia. On weekend they bring live music or DJs to provide entertainment.

Next you have a regular sports bar which is close equivalent of a pub in Australia. You have seats, big TVs with sport games, pool tables and occasional live music.

Then you have my favourite category, the bar with waitresses. This is basically like a sport bar but filled with a bunch of dressed up chicks whose job is to serve you your drinks and entertain you while you are getting pissed.

At the bottom you have go-go bars. They aren’t actually bars, although you may go there to have a drink. They are whorehouses. You go there, have a drink with a chick you like, negotiate a “bar fine” and take her out for the rest of the night. From there you can just fuck her or use her as your “girlfriend” for the night and fuck her later. These girls have almost nothing in common with a typical Western prostitute except a job title. Most of them are normal chicks who just dumb, uneducated, got knocked up by some dude who run away or like to party, so they can’t find any other job. You can game these chicks and if they like you, you can keep taking them out and banging them for free when they are not working.

I like this Asian concept of a waitress bar. In Sydney, if you want to get pissed, you go to the pub and sit there on your own, bored and looking like an alcoholic. In Cebu City, you go to the bar and you have a bunch of dressed up girls in makeup serving you beer and entertaining you. These chicks make peanuts and there aren’t any tips besides lady-drinks, which is basically any drink at the bar at double price on which a girl makes a little commission. So, don’t be an arsehole. If she’s entertaining, buy her a drink as a tip.

J. worked in a waitress bar in Mango party area of Cebu City. It was a cool little joint owned by an Aussie expat who would come there every day and get on a piss until his girlfriend came and took him home. I sat at the table and chatted to the owner and a couple of other expats while sipping the cheapest SanMig Lite beer in town.

Eventually the band start playing good old rock music hits. J. couldn’t get her hands off me and was entertaining me with her girly nonsense, only taking short breaks to perform her waiting duties. Eventually I bought a few tequila shots for her and me (or horrors, economics based provider game).

I left the bar around midnight while J. was on her waiting duties break from me without saying goodbye. Only a few minutes later my phone started to explode with messages from J. asking why I didn’t wait for the end of her shift.

I actually ended up in a nightclub where I bought a table service for something like 70 dollars. Then I just sat there and invited three or four chicks to my table by just waving a hand at them. The music was booming and the nightclub got pretty crowded. I was pretty drunk so when some dark skinned chick grabbed my hand and showed it down her pants, it didn’t seem odd. I figured out she’s hooker and decided to mess with her. I told her, I want to go home with her and she produced a price. I lowballed the the offer to the ridiculous amount for the lolz. She didn’t bite but kept monkey dancing around my table.

In about thirty minutes I raised a bid a little to the less ridiculous price but still pretty low. To my surprise she agreed. I didn’t feel like banging a hooker but the deal was a bargain and she was pretty attractive so I went for it. Outside of the club she demanded I produce the cash even before the taxi arrived. I told her, it doesn’t work like this and she can fuck off and returned to the club where I kept partying till the sunrise.

To be continued…

That Tuesday night was a bit out of control. I met Black Ring at the sushi joint where Japanese girl I number closed a while ago in a smoking area of Maloney’s Hotel works as a waitress. We had some sushi and Sapporo and Black Ring did a set with Japanese waitress at the checkout counter.

We moved to Maloney’s Hotel for me to show Black Ring I can open girls (Maloney’s is my favourite venue on weeknights). We went to the smoking area where two Mexican chicks were having a beer and smoked. Black Ring played the Russian club owner sitting on the chair and taking space around him. We chatted for a bit and I said to Black Ring that I will open them on a way out. When we finished out drinks, I opened Mexicans with the signature shampoo opener Black Ring invented to make me embarrass myself: “Hey, I like your hair. What kind of shampoo do you use?” To my amazement the chick I opened hooked on this bullshit. The other Mexican wasn’t interested. So, I proceeded with the step two question: “Hey girls, who’s idea was to go out tonight?” Sure enough, it was that Mexican that hooked. This question is the easiest way to find a chick who’s DTF, as me and Black Ring discovered.

We had another drink at the Thai bar. There were no girls there on their own so we moved out. On a way to The Establishment (Black Ring’s favorite venue for Tuesdays) we popped in to the Smoking Panda bar from which I pulled a double penetrated Puppy as well as 21 yo Singaporean chick that I bounced home on a first date but failed to escalate.

We arrived at The Establishment at around 11 pm. IOIs everywhere, despite the fact that were dressed way more casual than half of the guys there. Talked to a couple of Japanese chicks but they didn’t hook. Met a few fellow PUAs who were also working the venue.

At the corner of the bar Black Ring opened an Irish chick who was waiting to buy a beer. Surprisingly she almost completely ignored Black Ring and started complimenting me on the shitty skull ring I was wearing. When Black Ring saw she’s hooking on me, he buggered off to talk to the Nigerian dude at the bar. The Irish chick worked at the jewelry store and kept telling me how amazing my ring was. It seemed like ovulation pheromones completely clouded her judgement.

When her Spanish friend arrived and joined the set I immediately told her: “I don’t speak Spanish, but he does”, and I pulled Black Ring into the set. He did a pro move on turning her away from me and the Irish and “distracted the obstacle”. I tried to figure out who’s idea was to go out but the Irish kept mumbling some nonsense.

When we went to the bar to get another drink, there was a crazy British dude waiting in the queue. We chatted a bit and then Black Ring opened him again. The dude was very high energy and was getting down pretty hard and kept buying us double shots for the rest of the night.

Talked to a couple of black chicks from Germany and I danced with the one (Black Ring basically just pushed her at me to do it). I fucking hate salsa but I did it anyway. Chick had full sleeve tattoo on one arm and another one on the other arm. Barely visible on her black skin. Turned out Germans were sisters.

Went outside for a smoke and there was young blonde with a guy she just met. Black Ring teased her and she started giving him shit, calling him mean. He did his signature move of turning his back on her and she immediately reacted by starting being super friendly to me. I asked her the step two question and, of course, it was her idea to go out. She was totally DTF that night plus she was separated from her crew.

On the other smoke break outside we chatted to two Spanish chicks. I touched piercing on one of the chick’s ear and asked her: “Why don’t you do a septum?” Her reply was: “I don’t know. All my friends have septum”.

After midnight the place turned pretty dirty with chicks shaking their booties left and right and alcohol flowing a plenty. As salsa music turned to reggaeton, I realised how fucked up I will be tomorrow at work. British dude kept buying shots and going bananas. I approached and opened a three set of Filipino ladyboys and chatted for awhile.

As the venue closed at 3 am, the decision was made for the three of us to bounce to a strip join. Not on Tuesday night. Shut. We popped into a brothel across the street from my place but didn’t go in. Then we had burgers at 24/7 junk food joint and I bounced home to have a few hours of sleep before going to work.

That night I dreamed of MFT threesome. I dreamed about taking Puppy to the club and picking up some tranny for the double penetration. I woke up in a cold sweat. The time was 8:30 am and, after a quick shower, I headed to work thinking how I should never go out on Tuesday night ever again.

Intro: This teleclass was a mix of ideas from NLP (including timelines) and systems thinking. If you’ve never dealt with NLP before, some ideas here might make little or no sense to you. Good introductory book on NLP is “Introducing NLP” by Joseph O’Connor and John Seymour. Now, to the notes.

1. Always have an outcome.
2. Have sensory acuity to know if we are going there.
3. Have enough flexibility of behaviour to get what we want.
4. Take action and put it into practice.

If something doesn’t work, accept it and instead of applying more force to push it, do something else. Use the law of requisite variety. We need to do something differently.

Where do you beat you head against the wall?

We need an evidence procedure to know if something works or not. You need to have a short feedback loop to know if it’s working or not.

1. Set your goal in positive.
2. Have an evidence procedure.
3. It should be something we have control over and can take action on.

Test a lot of thing and don’t get attached to something that is not working.

Efficiency, effectiveness and productivity MUST be measurable. Have a way to measure it. Have metrics you can MEASURE.

Do not confuse ACTIVITY with PRODUCTIVITY! Productivity is outcome directed activity. Only effective and efficient action counts. Only goal (outcome) directed activity counts.

How much of what I do is a meaningless activity?

Remember ⁸⁰⁄₂₀ rule. 80% of your results comes from 20% of what you do. It can be even ⁹⁵⁄₅ rule. Measure in your day what’s producing results and what’s not.

If you want to add something to your life, you have to take something out. It is what you are doing (also thinking and feeling) when you are not doing what you need to be doing if where the problem is.

What do you need to give up to get what you really want?

Task: Make a list of all the things in your life you are doing that don’t produce results. What do you need to do instead?

Side note: Put an elite team together using ⁸⁰⁄₂₀ rule. They will outperform all the competition. You need to know what creates results and focus more on it.

People can be in-time (perceive) and through-time (judge). In-time – in the moment, change plans all the time, chronically late, spontaneous but may be irresponsibly. Through time – on-time or early, have a plan and don’t like to deviate, they might lack flexibility and spontaneity. The ideal is to be flexible enough to be both in- and through-time situationally.

We don’t really manage time, we manage ourselves.

Effort – we need to put in effort. Effectiveness (do you have results?) and Efficiency (how well does it work?) are two ways to measure it.

If what you do isn’t working, the best way out it to STOP and do something else. Only productive activity counts.

Look at the environment you work in. If there too much change, we can’t manage well. It there’s a slow change, managing is easy.

Five stages of action.

1. Wishing
2. Wanting
3. Planning
4. Doing
5. Having

Managers plan and forecast, organise resources (intellectual and emotional capital, energy, physical resources like money and assets), leading and motivating (lead and motivate yourself short and long term), coordinate and communicate (we have to interact with ourselves and other people) and measure and control (measure things, have evidence procedure).

Practice doesn’t make perfect. Only PERFECT practice make perfect. You must practice success successfully.

Communicate to everyone involved in regards to what you are doing all the time, over-communicate so everybody can reorient themselves. Keep communicating, what changes, how it is related to a bigger picture. But do it with yourself as well. Communicate with yourself too and reorient yourself in a changing world.

Wishing questions. What prevents you? What would happen if you did? Because all limitation do exist in your mind.

Wanting involves putting the energy and emotion into it. You need to imagine it in details and truly desire it. You’ve got to be totally committed. Perseverance is important and you will need energy to overcome resistance.

You must not do before you have a plan for activity to produce results.

There are four functions of planning.

1. Establish our goals, objectives and mission. We must be very clear about it. Outcomes must we well formed. Stated in positive, have evidence procedure (sensory specific).
2. Formulate strategy that will allow you to accomplish the goal. This is a sequence of actions that result in the achieving an objectives. Use short feedback loops to test actions out until you get to a strategic plan.

   Scenario planning is defining a probable future and comparing it with a coming future and decide which scenario will lead to the outcome that you want. You define warning indicators in regards to the possible future that might happen and then you set up a monitoring to notice these warning signals.

   Do it for yourself. What are the possible futures? What are the warning signs? What’s your contingency plan? What would be the sign it’s not working anymore?

3. Implement a plan.

   Most things don’t work exactly to the plan so you have to adjust.

4. Evaluate a plan in regards to results. Is it working?

   Many people sabotage themselves in the end.

Energy management in your body. You don’t really manage energy, you manage yourself.

Certain things bring energy and certain things take energy away.

Things that affect energy:

1. Food
2. Drink
3. Air
4. Impressions

Mind and body are interconnected. Positive impressions bring energy and negative impressions take the energy away. Do not take poisonous impressions as much as you won’t eat poisonous food. Put a watchman at the gates of perception.

The #1 cause of the drain of energy are tension in the body. Tension is unconscious process. Relaxation is a conscious process. Learn to relax and let go of tension.

Become aware of your tensions. Yoga is good for recognising your tension by isolating muscle groups. Do a body scan exercise to let go of tension one part of the body at a time. Tension is contagious.

Breathe from the stomach for relaxation. Breath slowly (one breath pet 5-10 seconds). Lie on your back and feel yourself heavier and heavier to relax.

Change your internal dialog, change pictures and internal dialog tone voice to control your state and your emotions.

When your inhale your heart speeds up and when you exhale your heart slows down. By varying your exhalation and inhalation speed you can either pump yourself up or relax. To relax, inhale fast and exhale slowly. To pump yourself up, inhale slowly and exhale fast.

Put a mirror under your nose and you’ll see the ratio between one of the nostrils an another. Use neti pot in the morning. Inhale hot steam with eucalyptus oil and peppermint oil.

Don’t simply take away move-away strategies unless towards is present as a replacement or they might not move at all.

Emotional intelligence session. How do deal with emotions.

1. How do you know what sort of emotion you’re having
2. How to control your own emotions
3. How to notice other people’s emotions
4. How to influence other people’s emotions

Successful people have high EQ, not the high IQ.

There’s no school in a world that teaches emotional intelligence.

Passion is very important in informational products. Passion needs to come through.

Witnessing and telling your life story is what moves people. How you’ve had the same problems that your audience and overcome it.

Emotion is a matrix of sensations in your body to which you attach a label.

There are positive and negative emotions. Positive emotions give us energy and negative emotions drain energy from us (they are connected to tensions in the body).

Emotions are an ON/OFF switch. You either associated and are experiencing them or you are dissociated and is observing from emotions from the outside.

When we store a memory, emotion is attached to the memory.

Your turn ON or OFF both negative and positive emotions. You can’t simply switch off negative and switch on positive. Both are switched on or off together.

When now on the timeline is outside of your body you are dissociated. If now is inside of your body, you are associated.

You can step in and out of NOW. Develop this ability to get in and out of emotions. Notice how you name your emotion. What is the emotion?

How to control your emotions? Yes, you can; despite what current society thinks.

Insincere is someone who can control their emotions, WFT?

It takes time to wash out hormonal chemicals that come with emotions from your body so we need to have a guardian at the gates of perception and notice the moment you start to feel the emotion and take action.

Controlling your emotions:

1. Accept a fact that you do have a control over your emotions and feelings.
2. Emotions come from the tonality of our voice that indicates the feeling about the content.
3. Emotions come from pictures. Do not take poisonous impressions in as they get recorded in your memory and can pop in into your consciousness automatically.
4. Repress expressions of negative emotions.
5. Express positive emotions.

Do decrease the intensity of all the emotions, push the NOW way out 5 – 6 steps in front of you (the further you push, the more dissociated you become). You can also try stepping to the side (left or right).

Stopping internal dialog or turn it down. You need to find an on and off switch (Bandler’s smash-the-TV metaphor).

By totally getting into the NOW you can increase associating.

Positive emotions can only be experienced in the NOW only (negative can exist in the past, like guilt; future, like anxiety; and present, like boredom). Remember to be happy, NOW. Remember to be X’d, NOW. “One day I will be happy”, doesn’t work. Think pleasant thoughts, have positive internal dialog with an upbeat tone of voice. NOW.

Positive emotion of love is inside of you and you control it so you can feel love whenever you want with whoever you want by choice.

I met Puppy online: she is cute, slightly curvy girl, in the original meaning of the word “curvy” (she is not fat), a bit under half of my age. I commented on her septum and mentioned my industrial piercing which, she said, she always wanted, and we quickly moved our conversation to WhatsApp. After a short message exchange, I scheduled a date at a fancy bar close to my place.

As a side note, my online profile hints that I’m into non-monogamy, BDSM, and sexual experimentation, so it acts as a filter for sexually adventurous girls. Those who aren’t, quickly drop out or are not interested from the beginning. I don’t want a lot of girls in the grey middle, which seems to be a problem for some guys who date online.

She arrived before me and texted me that the bar is booked for a private function. I told her to wait. I walked to the bar, grabbed her by the hand and walked to the different bar even closer to my place. Always have a plan B; know your terrain and logistics.

After only forty minutes and one drink at the bar we went to my place. In less than ten minutes we were making out. I pushed her against the wall and put my hand on her throat while guiding her hand towards my crotch. She kissed really good.

When clothes came off, I realised she looked way better naked than I’d expected: she had a pair of nice firm tits and a great butt. I fucked her standing doggy in front of a mirror while fingering her ass. She really liked being choked and getting her hair pulled. The question of condom never came up, and she only asked not to cum inside, so I blew it on her tits.

Afterward, lying naked on a bed, I started the usual routine of asking her about what she liked sexually and what her fantasies were. Apparently, I just fulfilled one—of fucking an older guy. She admitted becoming adventurous a little while ago and exploring her sexuality. She’s bi-curious and already had FMF threesome, anal sex, and bunch of other things. When she mentioned she wanted to bang two guys but never did and researched sex clubs online but never went, I knew I found the right girl.

Me and Black Ring had been nursing the MFM idea for a while and already had a failed attempt at it with his main girl, but she bailed at the end. Puppy was a perfect opportunity to go at it again.

I mentioned I’ve been to the sex club before and had some MFM experience, without going into much details and she listened with full attention. A couple of weeks later she asked me to be her mentor, establishing a Teacher-Student frame.

Although I have less experience than Black Ring, I thought he was pushing threesomes and sex parties to girls too fast and too hard. This time I decided to test the idea of pacing things slowly, using tiny little steps.

Black Ring needed to buy a certain item and it turned out that Puppy worked at a store where they sell them. Me and Black Ring decided we should show up at the store together to buy it and use it as a first introduction of Black Ring to Puppy. I already told Puppy about Black Ring and who he was and that he needed the item, so she politely offered to give him a staff discount. I like polite girls, like the girls who politely and obligingly bend over for anal.

On that day, in the morning, I went to the work conference where they were giving away stuffed toys with the company logo for promotion. I thought it would be interesting to see if I can give Puppy a toy as a present without actually giving it to her. The “nice guy,” comfort test move to counterbalance the rough treatment I was giving her in the bedroom.

Black Ring and I walked into the store; I was wearing a conference badge and had a plushy in my hand. I put a plushy on the counter before Puppy showed us the store and the items they sold. Black Ring picked his item and we left. Ten minutes later Puppy texted me a picture of a toy, asking if I forgot it. I told her to keep it. It worked perfectly.

The next step: an MFM first date. I picked that fancy bar that was booked for the private function where Puppy and I first met as a location. The idea was to link the experience back to when we had our one-on-one first date.

Puppy was about to start her period and Black Ring needed to go to work at night that day so the covert message was, it’s just a date, nothing is going to happen that night. I instructed Black Ring to show up about twenty minutes after Puppy and I met, then run his magic on her without doing any physical escalation besides light kino. We also agreed that in the middle of a date I’ll take a long bathroom break and will go buy a second round of drinks just to give Black Ring some one-on-one time with Puppy.

Puppy showed up on a date with a brand-new tattoo on her chest. First one she ever did. We had a little chat with her when player #2, Black Ring, entered. Puppy and I were sitting on the couch and Black Ring took a chair, sat in front of the Puppy, and started doing his story telling routine. Eventually he moved closer and finally sat on a couch besides Puppy so she was sitting in the middle between us.

Black Ring started a kino and Puppy responded really well by touching him back. I went to a toilet and bought a second round of overprices cocktails to give Black Ring his one-on-one time. Puppy’s attention was mostly on him as I leaned back and observed. Eventually Black Ring excused himself and left for work.

I asked Puppy if she liked him as she said yes. I said that I will organise “something” for the next week. Puppy was a bit tipsy and the vibe in bar was pretty good so I made my choke move on her and we made out on a couch.

I am not a big fan of fucking on periods so I told Puppy I will walk her to the station. She took it as a joke. Back to my place we went. Apparently, she wasn’t a fan of period fuck either so I just pulled her pants and punished her with a flogger while using a vibrator on her clit until she came. She gave me an amazing blowjob. I finished in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and we kissed.

Next day Puppy texted me with a full body massage offer. With a happy ending, of course.

A few days later I send Puppy a message saying I am planning something for Sunday at 2pm, if she’s free. Of course she is. She sent me a first nude later that day. Sex tapes are there for the taking I think.

I suggested to Black Ring that we meet at the same rooftop bar we had a failed MFM date at, have a drink and bounce to my place “for another drink” where I start things off my making out with Puppy and then telling her to kiss him. This would give us a loose plan and handle logistics.

I messaged Puppy “I organised Sunday for the three of us. Meet at the rooftop bar at 2pm.” “Great. Can’t wait,” she responded.

It was ON.

I really did just organise MFM threesome and knew she was going to show. She never missed a date, and girls don’t understand how attractive reliability is in the age of flakes. I will prioritize a girl who is reliable and less hot over a girl who is unreliable and hotter. I think most of the stories chicks post about being unable to find a guy are bullshit because the chick never takes responsibility for her own behavior.

Puppy was young but responsible and when I knew she’d arrive at the bar, shit just suddenly got real. This is where I started to freak out a little. I sold her a perfect MFM with two experienced guys when in fact we both never done it before in a private setting and I’d never done it before, period.

For a couple of days, I was spinning the scenarios about how it would play out. I completely over-thought the whole thing and it bit me in the end.

On Sunday morning Black Ring and me met to discuss the scene. I felt the need to discuss, and I was over-thinking and over-planning. Black Ring noticed how nervous I was, and that I was jacked up to the point my hands shook a little. We agreed to show up on a date both dressed in black slacks and white shirts.

We finished coffee and I went to my place to prepare. I put two charged clean vibrators, bottle of lube and a bag of baby wipes for anal on a bedside table, threw a towel next to a bed, checked mixers in the fridge, and washed glasses. Everything was ready except me.

Closer to 2pm I showered, got dressed, swallowed 20mg of Cialis, drank a shot of whiskey, rolled a cigarette and walked to the venue. Midway Puppy texted me. She was already there, waiting for us downstairs.

It was ON.

I gave Puppy a hug downstairs and walked her to the rooftop where we sat at the table. We didn’t have lunch because I didn’t want to get her stuffed with the food when the plan was to get her stuffed with two dicks in an hour. I ordered a bottle of wine and three glasses: this is what we were drinking at the same rooftop bar during the failed MFM attempt.

I’d already told Puppy that we had an MFM date right there in the different corner of the same bar.

Black Ring joined us at 2:30pm and went into his talking mode. He talked and talked and talked. I was a bit hungry and I knew Puppy was too so I ordered some bar snacks and rolled cigarettes.

We had a smoke and the DJ started playing some lounge music at 3pm.

Black Ring pulled his mirrorless camera and took a picture of me and Puppy with a city skyline in the background. It turned out well.

Eventually the wine run out. When it did, I did a symbolic gesture of pulling the empty bottle from the ice bucket and said that we’d run out of wine and should go have another drink at my place. Puppy and Black Ring agreed. I rolled three more cigarettes with my shaking hands and we went downstairs around 3:30pm.

We walked for about fifteen minutes across the park to my apartment building, entered the lobby and took the elevator to my floor.

The whole thing started awkwardly, which I understand is common. I pulled a bottle of Soja and poured everybody a drink. Puppy had brought the bottle for me as a present during our previous encounter.

I pulled a vinyl record off the shelf and put it on a turntable. The TV was on, playing Fashion TV channel on a mute, although maybe my own homemade amateur pornography would have been better. I walked Puppy to the couch and brought three more drinks for us, stopped the turntable and put on a deep house radio station on a bluetooth speaker.

The awkwardness was in the air as everybody knew why they were there but nothing was yet happening. As a man it is my job to lead, though.

Eventually I started kissing Puppy. After a minute I stopped and told her, “Why don’t you kiss Black Ring?” She did. We were making out and undressing her. Eventually the clothes came off and she started giving us blowjobs. And here with all the nerves and awkwardness of the situation I just couldn’t get an erection.

We kept making out and fingering her until she announced her first orgasm. I suggested we all move to the bedroom, where I still couldn’t get hard and Black Ring just started fucking her. We didn’t have a playbook for this kind of problem. Eventually he figured it out and left the room, giving me and Puppy some one-on-one time. It worked. I got hard and fucked her for a while and Black Ring joined us.

This part is a bit blur. We took turns fucking her. Did some spit-roasting. All that jazz. My erection was still on and off. We took short breaks. Black Ring went to the kitchen and made some tea and brought coconut and chocolate biscuits to the bedroom. I brought some water. Sometime during this I told Puppy that we didn’t do the most fun part yet, while sticking two fingers in her; one in the pussy and one in the ass.

The lesson we’ve learned is to have water available in a bedroom because this activity drains body fluids.

Eventually Black Ring lubed up his dick and fucked Puppy in the ass while I was recovering on a bed. Then all three of us lied on a bed, Puppy in the middle with me on the right and Black Ring on the left (never cross swords). She started to give us a double handjob. It was spectacular. We both got hard. Black Ring looked at me and we both silently realised it’s time for a double penetration.

I wasn’t sure my erection was hard enough for anal so I immediately told Black Ring that I will do the bottom part, targeting Puppy’s front door. I lied on my back and put Puppy on top of me in a cowgirl position. Black Ring put his dick in her ass slowly and we started to move.

Puppy had her eyes closed moaning from anal pleasure or pain. Black Ring and I both started to tell her to open her eyes and look at us. When she opened her eyes, she had that out-there look, in another dimension, in the sub-zone. Later Black Ring told me he noticed this look multiple times throughout the scene.

We didn’t do double penetration for long. When Puppy got off our dicks, I noticed how red and swollen her clit was. We played for a bit more and then Black Ring put Puppy in a side position for a deeper penetration. I watched a bit and went to the toilet to take a leak. As I re-entered the bedroom, Black Ring was blowing his load on her face.

After Black Ring finished, I pulled a baby wipe and wiped a cum off her face, lips and a chest, although I didn’t do the trophy pic. It was my turn to cum. I put her in missionary position and fucked her for a while. Black Ring went somewhere and came back to my orgasm.

As he entered the room, I was blowing my load. I don’t know how and why it happened but it was a massive, competitive release. I just kept going and she was covered in my cum. I felt completely emptied.

It was probably a total of two hours fuck session, if not more.

We hung out in a bedroom for a little while. Puppy and I were hungry so Black Ring proposed a chicken dinner at a place nearby. We decided to shower and get dressed. Puppy went first followed by Black Ring. I went to the shower last. When I came back to the room, Black Ring was banging Puppy in standing doggy near the couch. She was already getting dressed and put on a bra and panties but he pulled her panties off and started banging her.

For some irrational reason, this scene threw me off my emotional balance. I didn’t feel like I could get hard after that massive cumshot, so I didn’t feel like I could participate. And, at the same time, I felt like he initiated the second round without considering me.

I felt like I needed to talk it through with Black Ring the next day during the debrief, which we did so we cleared that stuff out.

After a couple of minutes of fucking Black Ring pulled out and Puppy pulled her panties back on. We dressed, I rolled cigarettes, then we left the apartment. I called the Uber and we went to the chicken place.

Black Ring took an after-photo of me and Puppy and asked the waiter to take a picture of the three of us. We ate chicken and talked about random stuff, bringing the experience back towards normalcy. Puppy was in an awkward place. She was touching me and holding my hand under the table. Later Black Ring told me she was doing the same with him. She was trying to balance affection. Fantasy had become reality.

We finished dinner around 8pm and Black Ring ejected to get ready for his nightshift. Originally, I wanted to bounce Puppy to the bar and introduce her to my mate who’s DJing, but she looked drained, so I just walked her to the train station. On the way to the station she admitted the session was better than she expected.

Forty minutes later I received the text, “Thanks for today, fulfilled one of my fantasies that I’ve been wanting to do for a long time xx.” I immediately tried to schedule an aftercare coffee date but she couldn’t confirm she’d go to work the next day.

She didn’t go to work. I messaged her for a check-up and she seemed to be OK. I, on the other hand, wasn’t. I went to a massive emotional downswing coupled with an “impostor syndrome” kind of feeling. Instead of sub-drop, it felt like dom-drop. Who am I kidding? I just recently got divorced and only seriously started in a game less than four months ago and now I am setting up MFM threesomes and planning sex club visits with girls half my age.

Black Ring texted me Tuesday, asking if Puppy is showing any signs of bonding. I said no. Texting sessions with Puppy were really short. A ping, a couple of messages and logistical texting for a meet up. However, later that evening, as Black Ring predicted, the bonding texting started to happen. We had the longest texting session we ever had, sharing some deep and private things about each other. I took this opportunity to schedule a non-sexual coffee date on Thursday during the lunch time, as she was going to come to give me the full body massage on Friday after work.

On Thursday the downswing feeling went away and I swung back to my emotional baseline. I caught a train to the station close to Puppy’s work, where we met at the coffee shop across the road and had a basic chat. I put my arm around her waist and she held my hand.

I asked her if she was OK and she said she was fine but sore for two days and was daydreaming about the experience all the time. I moved close to her and whispered in her ear, “Remember that moment with two dicks inside you when we told you to open your eyes and look at us and you did? I remember that look. You were like in another world.” “Yes, I was,” she confirmed. After that she started asking me about things I like to do, in the sense of couple activities.

We kissed for a bit, I confirmed the Friday massage date and she walked me to the station.

I borrowed a massage table from Black Ring and set it up in my living room on Friday evening. On that night I decided to tune down the rough treatment and have more sensual sex with her. We did a long foreplay session. Making out for a long while. Lots of oral. Then she gave me a massage and l let her ride me on a massage table and banged her standing against the wall before finally fucking her in the ass.

Every time I told her to change positions, or gave other directions, she would reply with “yes, sir”. Eventually I told her she must open her eyes and look at me when she comes. She said, “yes, sir” again.  After she came, she told me it was really hard to keep her eyes open but she did. It was hot.

Then I told her “I am going to cum on your face,” she said “yes, sir” one more time. After I blew on her face, we lied in bed and talked. She said she wished her best friend was into older guys because we could have a foursome with her and a Black Ring. I banged her one more time. My dick was rock hard and I wasn’t on a pill, more proof my Sunday erection problems were purely psychological, caused by stress.

After we showered, we sat on a balcony cooking and eating Korean BBQ, drinking Soja, and shooting shit. She told me about her daddy issues that pushed her to become sexually adventurous about one year ago. And then she suddenly asked me, “What do you think about cheating?” “I cheated a bunch when I was married,” I replied. And then she said, “I have a boyfriend.”

She told me she was with him for two years and that she doesn’t even want to be in a relationship but is pressured to be in one by her social environment. She told me how she thinks he is monogamous with her but fucks hookers from time to time. And how he is giving her drama. And how she’s using him to practice her sex skills.

I had a suspicion that she just confirmed. I realised that I played my early frame announcement card just right. I told her that she lives her separate life which I am not going to interfere with. I won’t add her on Facebook or Instagram. I won’t message her on weekends or in the evening, instead she can message me at any time and then we chat. And I won’t enter her social circles.

At the end she mentioned that, considering all that, she is “trying not to get attached,” which means she is. She’s not a serious relationship material but still a very valuable woman. Attachment is also good, not bad, although non-monogamous attachment has its own challenges. Sex is amazing and I will continue to convert her into my sub and a sex club partner.

PS. Special thanks to The Red Quest for the guidance and for proofreading this report and to Black Ring for playing his part perfectly.

As soon as I checked into my hotel, I got in touch with T. and we hit go-go bars for our bonding experience – drinks and hookers.

From the beginning of 2014 I was focusing most of my time on MVP version of our SEO software product. T. had failed to signup first software customers and also struggled with keeping his service customer base on a retainer. Regardless, he still kept Cebu office operational with about 10 to 15 people working full time. And, we still were friends.

Unfortunately I was running out of cash and already started to use credit to pay for some of the living expenses. It couldn’t continue like this for any longer.

A few days after my arrival on Monday evening, while T. was taking care of office business and other stuff, I went to TGI Friday’s bar at Ayala Mall terraces. It was a nice place to have an overpriced steak and have some cocktails. The bartenders would always put a good show juggling the shakers.

After having a second mojito I felt a stare. There she was sitting in the corner of the bar in full war paint of makeup in a dark red dress sipping a beer from a small bottle.

Five minutes later I ordered a third mojito as she walked passed me towards the toilet. Her perfume had this feminine intoxicating smell. She came back from the loo and resumed sipping the beer and staring me down.

Half way through my drink she stood up again and walked to the toilet, intoxicating me with a scent of her perfume. As soon as she walked past me to resume drinking the light bulb came on.

I know, dear reader, I know. This is how clueless I was. But I finally got it. She didn’t want to take a piss. There is no way one tiny bottle of beer would make her want to take a piss two times in ten minutes. She was walking pass me to lure me with the smell of her ovulation pheromones.

I worked up the courage and approached her. Her name was J. and it was her only day off work for the week. She came to the bar because she knew the bartender. After a one minute chat I told her I had to go meet my business partner (which was kinda true) but I’d like to chat later. I pulled a scrap of paper with my local mobile number from my pocket and handed it over to her. Then I walked out of the door, my legs shaking. Ten minutes later she was texting me.

I know you have a question, dear reader. Why in a world I would violate all the PUA tenets and hand her my number instead of asking for her’s? Why did I even have a prepared scrap of paper with my number in my pocket? I have the answer. Let me introduce you to the…

Cebu Daygame Model

Ever wondered how to make daygame really easy? In the Philippines you can.

Why scare the shit out of these tiny shy girls with a full Yad stop in the streets and spook them with your overwhelming masculine presence when you can take the easy road?

Why struggle with five good sets per day when you can do fifty?

Forget everything you know about the London dagame and keep reading.

I have to warn you, I didn’t actually run this model on a scale and I never got an actual lay from it but I know it worked for guys from RooshV forum and other people from Dante’s whoremongering blog. I don’t know who invented it so I can’t give a proper credit but I have a feeling it was actually invented in the Philippines by Filipino guys themselves. More on it later.

1. Prepare a few scraps of paper and write some silly opener on them together with your local phone number, Facebook account and your name. Facebook account is important because may of these chicks are on a plan with unlimited free Facebook access but they have to pay for every  SMS message, especially between different carriers.

   I personally used something like “Hey, you look cute 🙂 What is your name?”. This way they will text you their name right away so you can add them to your contact list.

2. Forget the streets. The real spotlight effect and fear of embarrassment will be too much for these chicks to handle. Hit the shopping malls instead. In Cebu these are Ayala Mall, SM City and SM Seaside (the biggest mall in Cebu). These girls just love hanging out in shopping malls enjoying free air conditioning and window shopping.
3. If you are not fat and ugly fuck dressed in shitty shorts, crappy sandals and ten year old torn t-shirt, you will get tons of IOIs. Trust me, if you are an average looking white guy wearing good jeans, nice t-shirt and converses, you will be miles ahead of all fat and ugly expats who infested the city. Do not look like a tourist either. Leave your backpack at your hotel room.
4. After you spotted an IOI or a girl you like, stalk her until she is in a quieter part of the mall. You want to have the least amount of people around as possible because the spotlight effect will cause too much embarrassment for a girl.

   Approach her from the side, deliver a compliment opener and hand her over the scrap of paper. Say “I made this for you”, as you hand it over.

   She will either blow you off, take the paper or ask “What is this?”. If she asks just tell her “This is something I made for you”. Then simply walk away and search for another target.

   Rinse and repeat.

   Move to another mall, if necessary.

   You can hand these scraps of paper to any girl anywhere, if you want. Hand it to the cashier at the grocery store, your waitress at the bar, to the shopping assistant, the receptionist girl, any girl indoors. You get the point.
   Some will text you back. Some will text you back withing minutes. Form there you work your text game as usual.

I think this model was invented by Filipinos because on the same trip I was approached by a good looking Filipino guy at Ayala Mall. He mumbled something incoherent and handed me a card. When I asked what it was, he said “This is for you” and disappeared in a puff of smoke like a real ninja. The card had a phone number and a Facebook account name. When I checked the Facebook it was obvious he was a gay dude hitting on me.

To be continued…