In my last post, I wrote of Face-bouncing. In the past I’ve also written about Face-closing. Now welcome to Facebook for Players 101.

In the 21st century you have two distinct identities: the real and the virtual.

A lot of material on game discusses the former, while our virtual identities are often neglected.

The scary thing is that nowadays you are more than likely going to be introduced to your friend’s lovers via the virtual world before you actually meet them in person. ”This is my girlfriend,” is more often than not followed by someone pointing on a screen rather than actually handshake.

You don’t get a second chance to make a first impression.

Your Facebook profile is important. So without further adieu, here are some tips every player must know about Facebook.

1. Register a Proper Domain Address

Her: “Hey what’s your Facebook?”

Him: “John Jackson.”

Guess what? She searches for you and there’s a million John Jacksons.

FAIL.

You give a girl your Facebook address instead: Add me girl @ facebook.com/profile.php?id=1300209409#!/profile.php?id=100002609i060245.

FAIL.

Now imagine handing a girl a piece of paper saying: “facebook.com/sexyguyfrombar.  xxx”

NO BRAINER. WIN.

2. Make Lists

Separate your friends into lists. Make one for “girls”, one for “lovers”, one for “family”, one for “the lads” etc…

I even separate my girls into region. For example I don’t want “the Balkan” girls seeing what I get up with the “Asian” girls.

Lists are VITAL before we continue.

3. Change your name and don’t mention your hometown

Overkill? Maybe, but I don’t think so. You can keep your first name but I suggest changing your second name to your middle name or a nick name.

Why? Consider this.

You meet some cute girl in some third world shithole and add her so you can show your boys back home what a hot piece of ass you destroyed.

You get her pregnant.

What you didn’t mention to your friends is: that hot piece of ass was also a heroin addict who works as prostitute. Oh, and the baby was born with a horrible disease that left it deformed and unable to walk. Nature tried to abort the foetus at 24 weeks, but the ‘ethical’ doctors at the hospital managed to make it’s miserable existence viable.

Now that chick can find you and fuck up your life as a carefree international player.

I once had a chick from Philly hunt me down and claim I was her daughter’s father. Luckily, the paternity test came back negative. Phew!

4. Maximise Privacy Settings

i) Make sure nothing is public.

ii) Make sure nobody can see the photos you’re tagged in. 

Her: “You told me you we’re staying in last night to study! I saw you tagged into a photo from where you were grinding some bitch in the club! WTF?”

iii) Make sure nobody can see what other people post in your timeline.

Her: “Hey cutie, I hope your girlfriend doesn’t see this. Whooops ”

iv) Don’t even let your friends see your other friends.

You might get some crazy chick who will contact your friends/ex-lover etc. and try to fuck you over.

That same Philly chick contacted my whole family and even sent pictures to them of my alleged daughter.

I also added a chick one time who found we had a mutual friend. She contacted her asking about me and found out about the blog. Bad shit went down.

v) Only let the ‘girls’ list see certain photo  albums.

That’s leads us to our next section…

5. It all about Photos

Needless to say, your Timeline banner and your profiler should make you look like a champ.

Aside from that, you should also create one public folder of your best pics as bait for when girls want to check you out but haven’t friended you yet.

Here are some recommendations for your bait folder, as well as for profilers and timeline banners:

a) The Travel Pic: A picture of you standing on a ice berg or in the dessert.

b) The Primal Pic: A picture of you punching a tiger, for example. Anyway that shows her you could fend of predators if they invaded to your cave.

c) The Mystery Pic: A black and white professional picture of you where you looking away from the camera.

d) The Social pic: A pic of you having a good time and being the centre of attention at a social event

e) The Musical Pic: Preferably one where you’re on stage being mauled by loads of chicas.

f) The Slick Pic: A pic of you suited up, looking slick.

h) The Danger Pic: A pic of you doing something wild like ski diving.

i) The Skill Pic: A pic of doing something skillful and manly, like riding a horse, shooting guns, or smeltering medieval swords above a fiery pit of molten metal.

j) The Pet Pic: Aww look at his little doggy!

h) And my personal favourite, The Pet/Music/Pro pic: A picture of you playing the guitar a the cute shabby dog of the Iranian girl you just banged. You have that wonderful after-sex glow that is accented by the morning sun – and the moment is perfectly captured by the Persian’s professional SLR camera. (my current profiler!)

Hope I’m not forgetting anything and this helps you guys.

Now, go playerise your Facebook! 

Any ideas of your own? Leave a comment!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1. When to send the first text

There a bit of debate about this.

Personally, I think the “three day rule” is bollocks. You want to be fresh in the girl’s head. The next day or after two days is fine. You want to go from meet to bang as soon as you can and or “limit the time bridge” in PUA speak.

I usually send a text the next evening. Texting in the morning time portrays neediness and everyone’s cortisol levels are high and causing stress. Early evening is better than late at night, too, because it leaves a slight chance of casual meet-up that night without giving her time to flake.

EXCEPTION: If you meet her Friday, don’t text her Saturday and wait until Sunday.

As another caveat to this, don’t text her if you can’t meet up with the next two to three days. You’ll create a awkward lag period and increase the likelihood she’ll flake.

2. Idea for the first text: Facebounce

This is a great idea for the first text.

“Hey it’s Fox It was nice meeting you last night. My facebook is facebook.com/xxxx. Add me…”

Sometimes women don’t respond to the first text. A good looking chick could have given her number to half a dozen guys on a night out. She could have been black-out drunk, too. Mind you, Ideally you should always go for at least a make out on the meet-up, but sometimes that’s just not possible (especially in some conservative countries).

This text is great because…

a) It doesn’t require a response and is totally not-needy.

b) She can log on to check you out before contacting you back.

You have an awesome profiler and timeline banner showing you wrestling a bear, right?

If not, sort that shit out. Your facebook profile is like a shop window. Nobody is going to go inside if the window dressing isn’t alluring.

c) It gets her chasing a little. She has to add you or initiate the conversation.

3. Keep it short

This is pretty self-explanatory.

Don’t blab on and certainly don’t write more than she does. Light-hearted one-liners show a cool, aloof attitude. This is not gospel, but keep it in mind.

When she agrees to meet up, a simple “Cool…” will do.

4. Limit txt-speak and watch your spelling

I know this is rich coming from someone who never proofreads his posts, but nevertheless…

Girls and modern pop-culture constantly employ text gibberish like,  ”OMG c u @ da club 2nite! tlk l8r bbf. luv u xxx.”

Vomit.

This is not acceptable for an intelligent man of the world like yourself. Using txt-speak make it sound like there’s an unintelligibly sheep at the other end of the line. Have some standards and show you’re smart. Things like “btw” and “u” are fine if you’re in a rush, but don’t go overboard.

Also: For the love of Apollo, use capital letter at the start of sentences and the “I” not “i” when refering to yourself! Nothing looks worse than “i like this. i like that.” It makes you look like a four-year-old.

5. Use exclamation marks and questions marks sparingly

Exclamation marks (and CAPTIALS, too) convey too much excitement and neediness. I almost never use them. It’s the same with too many question marks. Instead of always using question marks,  considering using “…”

Example: “What you doing tonight…”

It’s a lot more laid back.

6. Limit emoticons and use them properly

If she doesn’t use them, you shouldn’t either.

Also, as a rule, you should at limit emoticons to one-per-text maximun (and even that’s too much).

Personally, I don’t send more than one emoticon every three texts. And other times, I avoid them all together.

Here are some emoticons I favour:

The classic smiley face. I’m not really a big fan. I really only use this when I first text to show warmth and friendliness to girls who a little more conservative.

Example: “Hey Farrah ” or “It was nice meeting you yesterday ”

Ah yes, the classic cheeky winky – a personal favourite. It’s a little bit naughty. It’s a good way to wrap a text conversation. For me, this says “You’re getting it.”

Example: “See you tonight chica ” or “Looking forward to it ”

:p

The sticky-out tongue is quite versatile. It can mean “only kidding” (a good alternative to ‘lol’ or ‘haha’), a playful “screw you” or “I’m drooling on the floor right now. When I get hold of you, I going to tear your clothes and ravish your vagina.”

Example: “You’re a creep :p” , “You loss kid :p” or “When I get hold or you, I going to tear your clothes of and ravish your vagina :p”

7. When asking a girl out, don’t ask questions, make statements.

This is classic alpha tact. You must be perceived to be in control. Some examples…

“I might be free Tuesday if you want to join me for drinks…”

“Hey, I’ll pick you at x time and y place…”

Alternatively, give the illusion of making statements. Going back to what I said about question marks, employ “…”. It implies your making assumptions, not asking questions…

“I’ll pick you around 9 in town. Sound good…”

8. Give her the illusion of choice

Instead of asking her a simple yes or no question, give her a choice of two things and sub-consciously build “a yes ladder” before asking her out (via a statement, of course).

Here’s a example:

Text 1: “Do you like pizza…”

Everyone likes pizza. 95% of the time she’ll say yes.

Text 2: ”What do you prefer, beer or wine…”

See what I’m doing? She’s getting caught in my web of trickery! Mwahaha.

Text 3 (the hook): “Hmm…well then, we should have a wine and pizza night. I’m free Tuesday…”

Game. Set. Match. I’ve often used this technique to invite girls back to my place for the very first date. It’s golden.

9. Be untimely with your responses

You know when a girl you like doesn’t text you back for hours, or even wait until the next day. Doesn’t that drive you crazy?

Well guess what? It’s the same for chicks. I purposely don’t text back for ages. If she waits an hour to text back. Wait two hours to text her back. If she responded quickly to that text, you may do the same. If she waits a day, a good five hours will do it. Keep her in line and punish negative behaviour.

Sometimes, if it’s some a really stupid text, I don’t text back at all.

10. Dealing with lag-time and texting to confirm the date

So, you’ve followed all my advice and hopefully you’ve got a hot date tonight. Naturally, you’ll want to confirm she’s coming and you might be tempted to text her saying something like, ”Still on for tonight?” or some lame shit like that.

Instead, you should have a reason to text her. Here’s the proper way to do it…

Keep her it the dark until the day of the date. That means that you don’t confirm all the details (ie. time and place) in  the initial round of texts, . Tell her you that you’ll text on the day and let’s her know what’s up. That way, when the day of the date rolls around, you can text her saying something like,

“Hey I’m almost forgot about you. I’m busy until 7 but I could meet you around 9ish. Sound good…”

See the difference?

I hope this guide help you guys. If you have any of your own tips on Text Game, feel free to share them by commenting below! 

If you have questions, you can ask me via the forum.

Other Resources on Text Game:

The Re-start Text by Roosh V

Textual Relationships by Gmac

Text Sex Chat 101 by Krauser

An Analysis of Text Game by Heartiste

Text Game by TSB mag

 

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Oslo in a word: Exorbitant.

Chance of Hooking up: 4 / 5
Quality of Girls: 3.5 / 5
Nightlife: 3.5 / 5
Smoking tolerance level: 4 / 5

City guide ratings explained

Costs €$£

Beer: $12 average per 40ml beer
Bed: $40 for a dorm bed!
Bud: $15 per gram (hash).
Board: $30 for a pizza out.
Budget other: This is the most expensive city in the world. Its $5 for a small bottle of water, $4 for a snickers, and a ten minute taxi ride will cost you $60. The taxi to the airport (1hr) cost us more than $500!!! No joke. Budget at least $150 a day if you wanna have any fun.

Currency Conversion

Overview

It’s insanely expensive, not too pretty, and has alot of Roma beggars, but once you get over that, you’ll find out that Norwegians are some of the most friendliest people in the world, the nightlife is a blast and the girls are loose as they come. I really liked the city.

The Girls

Looks: The typical Norsk are not quite the Scandinavian beauties you’d envision. The standard is hovering above average. You will see many cute faces, light eyes and plenty of blondes, but in general the females are quite large.  Their average height is 5 ft 6 in (167 cm) and they tend to be quite broad. The upside to that is they have decent sized breasts (the average cup size is larger than a D cup). Girls don’t dress very feminine, but that’s mainly down the the fact the place is bloody freezing. The most popular color in Oslo fashion is grey and black. Generally, the best looking girls in Oslo are the Swedish ones!

PS – the best looking girl I saw in the country was actually an Ethiopian.

Demographics: 28 % of Oslo’s residents are of an immigrant or non-Norwegian background. Pakistanis make up 20,812 of the city’s inhabitants, followed by Somalis (10,780), Swedes (9,250), and Poles (8,854)—these are the four largest ethnic minority groups. Other large immigrant groups are people from Sri Lanka, Vietnam, Turkey, Morocco, Iraq and Denmark.

Attitudes: I have generally positive things to say about Norwegian girls in this regard. They are super-liberal, exceptionally friendly, and horny as hell. They actually behave like dudes when it comes to sex. Many of them actually approach YOU. They can be a little shy in conversation, but they’ll be more than happy to let you do the talking while they smile and nod a lot.

Gaming Strategy: At night, it’s pretty easy to pick up, so I don’t feel day game or pipelining is needed at all. The girls here are extremely receptive to approaches and are willing to make out pretty fast, too. I’d recommend peacocking and being bold and direct in the interaction. You must think like a viking to catch viking. I’d recommend you employ a wing thought, as cockblocking is common among girls (when this happened me, I just made out  with both of them… argh!).

Getting High

Nomad’s input: You’ll meet a few African dealers around Grønland at night time. We scored a small stick of hash to do us 3 days for 200NOK.

Courtesy of webehigh.com

Where to buy Marijuana: Easiest way to score some hash is in center of the city, the subway will take you there. The stop is called “Grønland” (read Gronland is ok). Area in the middle of the city, all drug dealers are standing along the river there.

Prices: One gram of hash costs 12  Euro, five grams costs 45-55 Euro and ten grams between 89-100 Euro. It’s fresh, smelly and very potent, better than the hash. Prices are 19 Euro for one gram, and 64-69 Euro for five grams.

Nightlife Recommendations

The following recommendations are based on my own personal experience and recommendations by my mate Atlas Al who has been living in the city for 2.5 years (He knows his shit. In fact, he just wrote the book on flagging! Check it out here!).

You have a few good options when it comes to nightlife. Firstly, you have the upmarket west end. Then you have the tourist  traps like Karl Johan’s Gata and Aker Brygge (best avoided). However, the best place to  party is Grünerløkka: the student/hipster area with cheaper drinks and looser women.

Here are some places you should hit.

Horgans

On the west side of town. A few players I talked to recommended it as a great venue for picking up. Website here.

Rock In

This basement hangout is my personal favorite. The beer is relatively cheap, the music is slick and it’s full of filthy Nordic rock chicks who are dying for a bit of cock. I picked up here consistently and so did my mates. It’s near the Dubliner pub. Website here.

Tea lounge 

This cool little boho cafébar was recommended to us by Al. On weekends it’s meant to be a great place to mingle and attracts a cool crowd. I only saw this place during the day, but unfortunately I was too drunk to make there afterhours. Highly recommended. Website here.

My Oslo Experience

I got my Norwegian flag in Serbia, but didn’t hold back in Oslo. To get an idea of what me and the crew got up to, check out my post Leprechauns, threesomes & vodka.

Other Resources

Why not check out more cheeky City Guides?

For more info, and if you have any questions on Oslo, click here.

Oslo data sheet by Sirob (Roosh V forum)

Pick up in the Nordics (Attraction forum)

Four years ago, me and some buddies travelled to the Baltics: Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia.

Ryanair had just started flights to the area and at that time it remained largely untrodden compared to other parts of Eastern Europe.

When I first visited cities like Riga and Tallinn, I was convinced I had discovered pussy heaven. There were barely any tourists and the local chicks outnumbered the guys in the bars.

But all good things come to an end.

I just came back from Riga and Tallinn.

What the fuck? 

I should have seen it coming.

It’s happened before in cities like Prague, Rio and Krakow…

The mass migration of cock.

You’ve seen it before.

Stage one: First, the low cost airlines move in.

Stage Two: A few guys travel there out of curiosity. Then they go home and let the secret out – telling their friends about the new mating grounds.

Stage Three: The migration. All of a sudden, there’s an army of horny guys swarming the place with the hopes of getting their dicks wet. First the Italians, then the Brits and then the Americans.

In Estonia for example,

In 2009, visitor numbers were 1.38 Milllion.

In 2011, visitors numbers were 1.8 million.

That’s an increase of over 30% in just two years!!!

You think that’s bad? – Go to Riga. It’s turned into the City of Penis.

Damn.

I’m sorry, for this is partly my fault. It’s blogs like mine that let the cat out of the bag and have sent men to these places in their droves.

Luckily, most guys are clueless and you can still get laid in these places- but it’s just harder than it used to be.

The truth is, all good playgrounds are eventually spoiled. I can tell you where to go before the rest find out, but you better move fast.

So, where will fall next? 

The Balkans: I suspect Bucharest, Belgrade and Sofia will fall next.

Poland: Krakow is already stag-central. I predict Warsaw and Gdansk are next.

Kiev, Ukraine: The cheap airlines have just opened routes to the UK. When I was there, women vastly outnumbered men. After the European Championships this summer, I fear for the city’s future.

The Philippines: It’s too good to be true. Expect the likes of Boracay to a cockfest in 5 years.

I hope I’m wrong, but after returning to the Baltics, I fear for us all.

This post will self-destruct in one week.

I’ll keep it short and sweet. I’m having too much fun at the moment and haven’t had a chance to post. I’m travelling with a crew of three pirates and two leprechauns (I’m dressed like the former of course). I’ve just spend two nights in Oslo and last night in Riga. I’m going to Tallinn tonight. Oslo was so crazy expensive that we drank A LOT of vodka before we hit the streets. Lets see what happened…

Highlights:

• First night in Oslo:  got plastered drunk thanks to fellow writer and flagger Altas Al over at flaggingheadquaters.com. It was a great night, but unfortunately I woke the next morning in some random bed with a beast of a Viking beside me… the horror, the horror.
• The next day I met with Al for some the best pizza of my life and I got to preview their  new book: Destination Fornication: the Field guide for Flaggers.  They’ve done a fantastic job and I recommend you pick up a copy. It’s mandatory reading for any flagger!
• Second night in Oslo: Determined to rectify my standards, I upped my game 100x. I went to a rock bar and ended up with two girls on my arm and spent the rest of the night in a three-way make out. The other guys in the bar thought I was an absolute legend. I called them “my wenches”. I even had a girl approach me in front of them and ask me to fuck her instead of them. “Sorry love, two is better than one,” was my response. Norwegians have to be the friendliest in Europe.
• Fast forward to the worst morning of my life. Long story short, the night before the wenches brought back to their apartment for a threesome, but I was so fucking drunk I collapsed on the sofa the second we got in the door. I can’t remember a thing. I woke up late for the bus to the airport and had to pay… wait for it…. 480 US dollars for a taxi!  No, that’s not a typo. It was 2,777 NOK. To add insult to injury, I had to pay another $95 because I didn’t check in online with Ryanair. No threesome, no money, and the worst hangover of my life, but at least I made the flight…
• Last night I went out in Riga and continued my ‘hot streak’ – if you could call it that. I gamed a hottie of Russian descent. I worked hard  in an environment that was 80% sausage. Crucially, I STOPPED drinking and switched to water and coffee.
  Bottom line: Latvian flag captured.
  

Bring on Estonia.

Every man has a leviathan – a Moby Dick – a demon that will haunt them lest they be slain.

The Leviathan can take many forms. In the modern era, many a man’s leviathan comes in a more alluring form: that of the foreign wench.

Every man has had a fantasy of pillaging the loins of some exotic beauty from a different country. Ever since you first jerked off as a spotty teen you’ve thought about them…

The Japanese Schoolgirl

The Arabian Belly-dancer

The Platinum Blonde Swede

For scurvy folk suffering from obesity and a micropenis,  their Levitation might just be getting laid in the first place! While for more seasoned player, their Levitation may come in the form a threesome - preferably with twins or some sort of sick mother/daughter combo you can tell your mates about.

I myself have slain many of my Leviathons.

For years, my first Ménage á trois and an Arabian belly dancer were top of the list. But now that I’ve cast them to the deep, as a dirty flagger, my Leviathans now show up on my flag radar.

My most recent one was the Chinese flag.

Ach! For years the red dragon has been my demon. I even went to fucking China for three weeks in 2008 and have no flag to show for it. While I did get lucky in Shanghai & Hong Kong, they were with foreigners. I’ve even tried it on with them at home and nada. With 1.3 billion Chinese, she was the fattest Liviathon of them all. Loads my friends had captured the red dragon, but I was getting nowhere. It haunted me.

The Hunt

A few months ago, you may remember talking about a super cute Chinese girl I met during  my weekend ramble in Cork. She asked me to meet her for a drink after I dazzled her with my Mandarin, but I was seeing her Greek friend at the time so I put her on hold. But with New Year came new beginnings…

I recently asked her out, but this girl was hard work. She had her first kiss at 21. Now at 23, she’s been going out with her Chinese boyfriend for over a year. He’s was the first and only man she’s ever had sex with (and they’ve only ever done missionary position!). Luckily for me, he’s studying in Canada.

Our first few dates were no picnic. After the 2nd freakin date, I only managed to get a measly kiss on the cheek! I just couldn’t figure out her suppressed Chinese conditioning. It was frustrating but I stuck with it, determined to harpoon the dragon.

Then I read this excellent article on Gaming Chinese Girls that proved to be golden.

The next date, only last week, she offered to cook dinner for me at her place. She tried to poison me with the worst meal of my life (ever had grew glue soup? Uggh!), but I persisted and exacted my revenge with cream of sum hung guy. I went super – caveman, ignored her resistance, tore off her clothes, and left her stewing naked for awhile. When I escalated again, I found her hairy Chinese vagina was dripping in anticipation – that deceptive beast.

During sex, she was so ashamed of  cheating on her boyfriend she actually covered her face with a pillow and made whining noises like a toddler. It was so annoying I had to flip her around and finish off in froggy style while she just lay there and nervously whimpered. It was the worst sex of my life.

Afterwards, she told me she falling in love with me. Yikes!

But my Leviathan was slain and the Chinese flag was captured! ARGH!

Next, Saudi Arabia!

…well maybe not. There’s fat chance of that happening so I’ll have to set my sights a little lower. Mother Russia perhaps.

What’s your Leviathan? 

I don’t understand people who waste time doing nothing with their lives. In my opinion, the only place you should be doing nothing is in the pub or on a beach in Thailand.

People spend their time differently. For the sake of fun, I’m going to look at the different paradigms male archetypes have when it comes to their time, using personal examples.

The Omega

One of my oldest children friends is sadly an omega. He has all the potential in the world, but is a complete waster. He has been unemployed since he left school (seven years ago!) and has nothing to show for it. He spends his days tottering around his house, listening to music, reading, watching movies and occasionally picking up his bass guitar, hoping that one day he’ll be asked to join a band.

Now 25, he’s never even kissed a girl – and he’s actually not a bad looking guy! It’s sad, but he does nothing about it. The guy won’t even read his best friend’s blog because he’s thinks game might compromise “being himself”.

He expects that “someday” things will just magically work out for him ( maybe it will), but in the meantime, he’s busy doing nothing that will help improve his life. Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy – he’s smart, talented and good-natured, but it’s frustrating when he refuses my help to pull him out of his stagnant existence. I’m worried if I wasn’t looking out for him, he could end up as a 60-year wino living in a council house and still a virgin (but I won’t let that happen).

He makes be appreciate my time more.

He inspires me to be more productive.

The Beta

Another one of my oldest children friends (and fellow pirate) is a definitive beta – and he’s not ashamed to admit it! The polar opposite of my omega friend, this guy bought a house at 18, started a pension, and has worked his ass off for the last 7 years – and even managed to get his degree and masters by doing evening classes. He has excelled in the field, gotten awards and promotions and even been on the cover of magazines for his achievements.

He is a reliable, good, solid man with a a bright future - the ultimate provider beta. He knows that one day, he’ll be the perfect catch for some lucky gold-digger who’s spent her twenties being pumped and dumped by bad boys life myself, but now wants to settle down, knowing that her clock is ticking and her beauty is fading.

(Barnacle B, if you’re reading this: sorry dude, but you’d even said this yourself! haha)

But his betaness comes at a cost. He’s stuck in the rat race, enslaved by his pay-cheque, has a mortgage to worry about, and will have to wait until his retirement before he can enjoy the fruits of his labour. He’s resigned to working in the office all day and going green with envy when reading about our crew’s adventures (but at least he get’s to join us for a few short trips a year).

He makes be appreciate my time more.

Like my omega friend, he inspires my to be more productive.

The Alpha

I honestly can’t think of a lot of people more busy or productive than myself.  I’m not the most alpha guy in the world, but I get more ass than 95% of men.

By day, I’m doing full-time Masters degree, trying to run a business, building websites, raring cattle on my grandfathers farm, helping out my parent’s business, and learning two languages.

By night, I’m working with my editors on my new book, playing soccer matches to keep fit, dating multiple women, reading, networking and socialising with friends when I can.

I recently joined an established rock band as their new frontman, so I will be gigging and touring the country for the next year. As such, at the moment I’m busy practising my keys, guitar, sax and singing skills.

In the immediate future, I have zero room for anything else in my life.

You may have noticed even the blog has suffered – reduced to a single post once a week at moment.

By September however, I’ll have a book published, have finished my Masters and be literally living the rock star lifestyle – and jetting of to party pirate-style whenever I can.

It will all be worth it.

But right now, I have work like a dog.

However, all work and no play makes this nomad a sad panda. So in a fortnight, I’m off to Oslo and the Baltics for a few days with a crew of five strong – should be fun!

Don’t Waste Time

In conclusion, this post was really just a chance to rant about how busy I am.

But by offering you personal examples in the Omega / Beta / Alpha format, I hope I’ve given you something to think about it.

Are you wasting time?

Are you sacrificing all your time by slaving away?

Or are you being productive and having fun?

In the end, life is about balance. We all need our downtime, but think about your ideal lifestyle and what step you need to take to get there – sooner rather than later.

Time is precious, so don’t waste it.

We reap what we sow. Some plant oak trees and wait decades for a big pay-off. Some plant crops that yield every season.

Just don’t be the guy who eats the seeds.

The Tower of Babel was an enormous tower built in ancient Mesopatamia (mordern day Iraq). According to the biblical myths, the survivors of Great Flood, speaking one language, went on to build the city of Babylon  with the Tower of Babel at it’s centre. They all lived happy ever after.

Well, almost.

That was until the old testament God, Yahweh, being the evil prick he was, decided everyone speaking one language was a stupid idea and decided scatter the Babylonians across the Earth and mix up their languages up for the lolz. T’was the confusion of tongues.

That’s why we have Spanish class – duh!

Creationist nonsense aside, the word Babel is now synonymous with multilingualism.

Recently, Roosh started a thread on his forum asking guys: Are you a Polyglot Player? (A Polyglot is someone who knows several languages.)

He then defined what he called the Language Notch:

This is banging a girl from macking in a foreign language. It’s the hardest metric to attain because you need to learn a new language and then adapt your game to it.

I liked this idea, as me and my crew have always been polyglot players, or  Babylonians as we say. In Rastafari, the term Babylonians also is also employed for evil-doers (like pirates, argh!).

Anyway, whatever you want to call yourself, being an international Casanova who’s loved in many languages is something to aspire to.

Personally, I have four language notches so far. I’ve already gamed women in English, Spanish, French and Russian – all languages I’ve been able to have conversation in.

Aside from that, I’ve also bedded muchas chicas just from being able to drop a few sentences of their local lingua.

I can whip out Mongolian, Swahili, Yuroba, Japanese, Tagalog, Bahasa, Levantine Arabic, Egyptian Arabic, Korean, Mandarin, Fula, Amharic, Thai, Khmer, Ibo, Hindi, and something in nearly every European language.

Often, girls melt at your feet if you know even the basics of their language - especially if it’s one most people have never heard of (start speaking Fula to a Guinean and she’ll jump on you faster than bag of rice!)

My signature move is being able to approach a girl, guess where she is from and start speaking her language. It’s powerful.

Becoming a Babylonian/Polyglot player is the best thing I’ve ever done.

Not only does learning a new language give you value, it also gives you a chance to improve your character. You can work on your speech, your tone and eradicate idiosyncrasies. You can become more sexy.

When I speak Russian, I turn into a badass tough guy. My voice gets deeper and my body language gets more macho.

When I speak Spanish, I turn into a Latin lover. I speak slowly and sensually with more passion.

When I speak Chinese… I sound like an idiot – but hey, you can’t make every language sound sexy!

There are a million reasons to learn a language. Just go for it!

What the best way to begin?

1. Book a flight to country that speaks the language you want to learn.
2. Download Pimsleur and get cracking on a 30 day audio course.
3.  Get on a plane and spit what you’ve learned.

PS  - Happy Paddy’s Day from Dublin!

Did you ever visit somewhere and come home thinking it was heaven on earth, then return to the same place a second time and be disappointed?

Yes?

It happens all the time. We look back on our experiences with rose-tinted glasses and romanticize about the places we’ve been.

But often our experience and not the actual place is what influences our opinions.

When you get a few of your buddies together, go somewhere sunny and throw in drink and women,  even hanging out in the biggest shithole on the planet can still be fun.

You’ll come back and tell everyone, “Man, that place is great! You gotta’ go!”

If you got laid there, hell, you’ll love the place!

But if you return to the scene of the crime rolling solo in winter, perhaps you might see it for what it is – a shithole. Like a bad one stand – you wake up sober the next morning and the angel the night before is now a smudged hog.

I’m sure if I returned to cities like Chisinau, Addis Ababa, and Dili, I’d probably  rate them lower than I do now. They were shitholes, but I got laid there so I remember them fondly.

It’s hard to be objective.

I’ve had readers travel to certain places on recommendations from this blog, then send me angry emails because they hated the place. It’s happened with Skopje, Conakry, and Kuching – all towns I fell hard for a local girl.

Clearly, I’m bias.

The truth is unless you spend a significant amount of time in one place, you’ll need to visit it a second or third time to really get a feel for it and make an assessment.

So what about the cities or countries we’ve been to and hated?

We do the same things. We might have a bad experience and associate that feeling with the location. We remember all the bad bits, demonize the people and tell our friends, “Don’t bother going to there.”

But really, what should you do?

Give it a second chance.

I think Egypt was the worst country I’ve ever visited.  But I willing to give it a second chance.  It was my first Middle Eastern country. I was young and naive. I met bad people. I didn’t party there enough. I went during June when it’s unbearable hot, etc…

Next time, it might be different.

I went to Russia and thought it was the second worst country I’d been to. But I’m willing to give it a second chance. My Russian was non-existent at the time. I had no game. I travelled there with my parents.  I got drugged, robbed and jailed.

Next time, it might be different.

In January, Israel depressed me. But I’m willing to give it a second chance. I only visited Jerusalem – a city full of neo-Zionist bigots. I should have avoided making sound, logical arguments and supporting human rights like an idiot. I went to the frontlines of the conflict, and spoke to young people freshly brainwashed from the army. I should have went to Tel Aviv where people are more liberal and less zealous.

Next time, it might be different.

I thought Goma in Eastern Congo was hell on earth. But that’s because is was war-ridden toilet covered in molten lava full of refugees with no food or electricity.

Next time… wait – fuck that, I’m never going back to that hellhole again!

But you get my point.

Many places are not worth going back to, but some places deserve a second chance.

“The world is book and those who not travel only read one page.”

- St. Augustine

You shouldn’t skim over sections either…