This happened during the COVID period in one of these non-confinement periods.

A couple of Finance Bros and I were out in London, and we ended up in Soho late on a weekend night after a day out.

One of them got lost in the crowd in Soho, and the last time I saw him was talking to two girls, one of whom seemed quite into him.

This left me with the other one, who decided to call one of his plates, leaving me alone.

So, I had two choices: either go back home or make the most of this time out as a lone wolf (I am more efficient in this mode vs. with a wing). Being a bit younger, having more energy, and being fueled up by being able to game outside, I chose the latter.

Walking around the area, I tried to find good sets but could not find many. Then I saw two guys, one of whom I knew from his face. He was hosting a dating channel on YouTube called Kama TV and was chatting to a couple of girls with his wing.

So, I decided to interrupt the conversation and un-promptly give them social proof:

"Hey man, I just want to say I love the shit you do on Youtube."

He looked at me a bit surprised and nodded, and I bounced. If I can help a brother out, I may as well, and it would also put me in a more social mood.

Next to the guys, two women were being chatted up by a couple of Scots, or 1, I don't remember.

Remember, guys, 2 is the magic number when girls go out out.

I don't particularly remember what I said to jump into the conversation, but I invited myself. Eventually, the two Scots left, leaving me with the two blond women.

They were teachers from Northampton dealing with troublesome boys. These two bits of information I remember triggered in me the typical type of guy they would be looking for:

- First, Northampton being a Rugby Town, I would resonate with them being associated with doing some Rugby

- Second, they are teachers dealing with troublesome kids, meaning they had to be very stern versus their obnoxiousness so that they will have a low tolerance towards anything less than strong.

Qualified => They are here for the weekend, dressed up like slags, and deal with high-T guys on a regular basis.

When they asked what my name was, I responded:

"I am Thierry Dusautoir" (former French National Team Rugby Captain, the first name that came to mind; he happened to be brown too).

They did not seem to know who I "was".

When they asked me what I was doing in life:

"I play for the Racing Rugby Club in Paris".

"What are you doing here?"

"Left the froggies to get me some of that well-hidden British charm for the weekend".

From what I gathered, they did not know much about the guy, but when they heard about Rugby, their eyes lit up. This is good because the resemblance is, at best, stretched outside the skin colour and the relative build at the time.

One must know that in England, you have this divide between Football/soccer-oriented people and Rugby people.

It can either be a town-based preference because there is a popular team there, or from an economic class segment where posh and middle/upper-class people will prefer watching Rugby.

I was talking shit with them. They were looking to get into bars/clubs but had no bookings. Good luck during the COVID period entering these bars/clubs. If you had not booked prior, we tried one place to be denied, as I sai,d I would have them covered.

Soho is also known to have many gay clubs. One thought going in the waiting line would be a good idea, not knowing it was one of them. I did not say anything, and as we were in the waiting line, I said something along the lines:

"Just so that you know, it is a gay club, so if you are looking to score tonight, you may be knocking at the wrong door."

They started to have this discussion between the two of them. I could tell it was one of these conversations when girls go to the Toilet together just before deciding to leave with guys. They then decided to get out of the queue to continue the conversation. I stayed where I was, unfazed. A few minutes later, one of the two came back to me to say:

"We are going back to our hotel. Would you like to come with us?"

"Yeah, cool"

I remember she said something to de-dramatise it all and make it very casual. It was no biggie, French shrug style.

We all took a cab to return to their nearby hotel and went to their room, which had two twin beds.

One of them said she was going to sleep. I was hoping for a threesome, one was definitely hornier than the other, and I started with her before the other one got excited and started joining the party.

Ironically enough, the originally tired one had more pent-up needs than the first one. After the first round, the first one went to sleep (I guess a shotgun cuming type of girl - 1 shot enough to be satisfied), and I properly finished the second one in the bathroom (more like a Mac-10 cuming one - one orgasm gets her groove going on)

I left the hotel and thought I had made the most of my night.

I later got confirmation that the one who got lost managed to score with a new girl.

The Three Musketeers strike again.

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LESSONS FROM THIS NIGHT GAME SESSION

1) Target Groups of 2 girls (single girls are a rare sight on a night out)

2) Target the ones who are away for the weekend / on holidays – they have a much higher propensity to get fucked mindlessly

3) Target environment where people go to meet up with people - aka meat markets

4) Target the slagged-up ones - it is not always a guaranteed win, as some do it for attention - but look for convergence of factors

5) Work with their imagination about the mental models they resonate with. Here, Rugby Guy, from the quick info gathering you do—or whether it be on the way they dress—the more slagged up a girl, the more they will want the rugged bad boy type.

6) Don't be afraid to interrupt an ongoing set; you may AMOG the guys not through a great game but just because you have a better presence, and they will leave on their own because they admitted defeat.

7) Communicate to them by preaching the false to get to the truth (I thought they were looking to score subcommunicating to them I know what time it was, so they knew there would not be judgment on my side for their whorish side which has made them more comfortable inviting me back to their place).

8) Don’t hesitate to make speculative guesses (they were looking to fuck and that they are into Rugby guys)

9) Stay chill when they have their Board of Bitches convo before making a decision, don't interrupt and don't look towards them, act as if they don't exist.

10) It will play itself smoothly if you place yourself in the right spots (environment and timing), target the right girls, and avoid fumbling at key moments.

Thierry Dusautoir below

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