So I wake up around noonish on Monday. My head is on fire and I don’t know how I got from the elevator to the bed. There is no one in the room so for a second I panic. Where are Beeballer and Soul? But they are just sleeping in the lounge to hide from my snoring. How rude!
Beeballer wants to stroll around old town and we can’t wake up Soul. Se we go clomping out into the rain. It’s miserable out. We take the Subway and they let us ride free both ways because they think we are idiots. Hey whatever works! [More]
So for our last night in Sweden and Max birthday, we decided to hit up the only cool club in Stockholm on a Sunday Night. Cafe Opera. We accidentally get there too early. Everyone is drunk from drinking a bag of wine on the way to the club, except for me. It looked to much like a colostomy bag for me….
So we go to another bar and just chill out. NLP joins us and we just chat a bit. There aren’t any cute girls around, so we don’t have to stress over anything. I still feel invincible for breaking through my barriers the night before. Beeballer and I go outside and he opens a nice little group of four girls. Nothing spectacular. Turns out the obstacle studies at the university where I want to teach next year, so I get her number and she promises to show me around on Monday. Then we run outa there, but she texts me 2 or 3 times that night. Monday she never texts back. Se la vi. [More]
I wake up and I text every girl in my phone, including Tyra. I just throw it out there. I don’t mention here leaving or anything. I just say how cool last night was and I invite her for a coffee. She texts back that she should never have left the first club. And tells me it’s father’s day can we meet for a coffee on Monday and begs me to add her on facebook. At this point I’d like to ask all my creepy friends not to add her and stuff. HA!! We text back and forth a few times, but on Monday I text her twice and get no reply. I will just use facebook to build comfort and see what happens when she comes to London. It’s about the journey.
Anyways we text back and forth a few times. Then Monday she totally flakes. Of course by then I don’t care. 
Since Thursday I have been texting the hell out of the models I met. Especially the black girl, HBTyra. She was everything I’m looking for in a girl this month. Just really tall. She is also really beautiful and texting me back all the time. I didn’t manage to get a picture with her the other day, but I remember thinking she was cute.
I talk her into coming to my party, even though she doesn’t know anybody. She ditches all her model friends and agrees to come alone. We texted back and forth a ton Friday night, but we never actually met up. We were in different bars etc. I just ignored everytime she didn’t answer a text and assumed progression. I really worked my numbers this weekend harder than I ever do in London. [More]
We wake up around noon, all feeling rough as hell. I’m 28 now. Holy crap. I used to make fun of my friend for being old when he was 27 and now I have surpassed him. He’s still alive so I guess he’s still old, relative to me. We start setting up for the party and then we remember that we are lazy as hell and get out of there so Max and his crew can set up. We head into town looking for a costume shop and some ladies. Soul talks Beeballer through the basics of his daygame model and they start lookiing for sets. It’s kind of hard to maintain parity in oddnumbered groups, so I am kinda hanging back and doing my own thing. I am really into indirect Day Game and improving it. I just find going direct during the day absolutely terrifying.
It’s something I really need to break through. Fear is standing between what I want and what I have. I really don’t like that. Life really is about conquering fear. Like in that terrible Billy Crystal movie ten years ago that nobody saw. You just have to face it down. The only thing I’m afraid of is damage to my ego. My ego is the barrier between myself and my success. I am in a war to destroy that ego. It is really hard, but it is the next level.
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So we bounce to a really cool bar and bring a crew of ladies with us. At some point I invited the really sexy brunette to my costume birthday party the next night and she went nuts. She was so excited to come, as her friends were all going. (in the end she didn’t show up)
We have our tight group of four guys and we got four girls with us. At least to start off. Beeballer explodes. I have never seen anyone run this type of game up close before. He just points to every single girl in the bar he thinks is cute and brings her to me. I wish I could keep track of it. He is just running seriously tight short sets.
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So Soul shows up at our hotel room at 9. We have to be out by ten. He is exhausted from a night of vigorous lovemaking. I am exhausted from a night of walking across the tundra of Sweden. We pack up our gear to head over to Max’s, where we will crash for the rest of the trip. The guy is a true legend. As we are packing, Beeballer calls. His flight in from Germany has just arrived. So we tell him where to meet us. We head out and of course Soul get’s us lost and my legs are on fire. It’s forced marches like this that are skinnying me up so bad!
We eventually find the apartment and Beeballer gets there about 15 minutes after us. We pile into our giant bed and all just fall asleep. I think we slept through the entire day. Max leaves to go to the costume store. It takes him three hours instead of thirty minutes and he comes back empty handed. We start gearing up for our night out and getting dressed. We run out and grab some japanese dinner and a big box of wine. We just chill out for a while getting a little toasty. Eventually we are warm and we head out. [More]
So there I am with NLP, no Soul and two models.
We bounce up to this Irish pub. Why on earth do I end up in two Irish pubs in Sweden?? I share some Nachos with Troublemaker. Finally, their two other friends show up. A half-Japanese, half-Brazilian model and a black Swedish model. I just start chatting to them all. We are surrounded by so many orbiters. Guys who have known these girls for ages and had no idea how to get out of the friend zone. They were all taller, more tattoed and more muscly than me. It just didn’t matter. NLP and me were just dominating, but I needed some wingmen for isolation. I was texting and waiting for Max to show up. He finally did at half eleven or something. While I’m waiting for him, I bring in one insta-wing. This strange, but funny magician dude.
So we are rocking out, but I’m kinda nervous. Surrounded by models and outnumbered. I was really outside my comfort zone. We are having a good time. I go outside to smoke with Troublemaker and stick my tongue in her face a little bit. Why not? She is a few inches taller than me and wearing heels too. This is the month of tall women for Paladin. So I get the number of one of the other girls and then I start working the black model. I’ll just call her Tyra. I’m too lazy for an intricate nickname today. [More]
So we meet up with the daughter Soul met during the day. She tells us to meet her for a pub quiz and promises to bring other models with her. It seems that every girl in Sweden says she’s a model. It’s all great to me as this girl is tall as hell and November is all about tall girls for me. Yay!
We only have time to chill at our hotel for like twenty minutes before we head out for the night. We meet up with one of Soul’s girls and head to the bar. The other girls are late and we have a tiny table in the middle of nowhere. Soul pings his girl to see if she’s into something more group-friendly with me, but the love just isn’t there. The two models show up and the daughter is clearly cuter than her friend. So we are chilling with Daughter and Troublemaker. They run off though as there is no room. [More]
It’s Sunday morning, so like usual I am playing catch up on my blog. Thursday was amazing and challenging in so many ways. I woke up at ten and it took me almost three hours to get Soul out of bed. It didn’t help that every time I woke him up, he would ask what time it was and I would say noon. I kept getting my timezones mixed up, so he thought no time had passed.
He finally gets up, we gets dressed and takes me into town. It’s hard to believe how many beautiful girls there are here. At first we are just strolling and getting used to the insanely cold weather. But after a few hours of chilling and chatting, he starts opening sets. For some reason it appears to be Mother-Daughter thursday. The first set he opens he has me walk up with him. The girl is really stunning, but her mother is having none of it. He really plows through and we are standing there for a good five minutes. I just keep turning redder and redder. I am so far outside my comfort zone. [More]
