Approaching a woman at a bar or club (Dealing with Rejection)

Good evening or morning guys, today I am going to give you all the answers for approaching that hotty at the bar. We have all played it out in our heads, what we would do and say. But in reality, the music is too loud, or she just isn’t interested, or she’s actually a man with long hair (That’s never happened to me though, let’s not jump to conclusions.) Most blogs will give you the generic list of be confident, dress well, make eye contact and come across as a strong man. Well I’m gonna show you how to pick up that hotty without being confident, dressing well or making eye contact. If you still feel this is impossible after reading my last blog post, here’s a random disclaimer…

Now let’s begin…                           

First of all, arrive to the bar late, NEVER on time, here’s why. If you arrive to a bar or club on time, you have to deal with the awkward moments where there are only a few people at the bar. Now if you are ballin, you can just wait by the bar for the girl you like to arrive and just splurt out “I’m about to get me a shot, and you’re standing next to me, so what shot are you having?” But if you’re not balling, you don’t want to compete with them guys, when you’re more advanced at this then sure, head straight into battle they won’t stand a chance.

So here is the fool-proof strategy to getting that pretty young thang. Arrive later, by this time the hot women at the bar have already been spoken to by tons of guys more than once. So when they see you for the first time 3 hours later, they will be thinking “oooo, fresh meat”. I dunno, maybe its just the venues I go to, but this usually works. You wait till the end of the night, this is when you can go over and ask her “Hey, why are you chilling by yourself”. Because they have already seen you, and you didn’t approach her earlier with the other thirsty guys, you have already earned some points, she’s all yours bro.

The best thing to do when you are trying to kill those 3 hours inside the bar, is make it seem like you are having the most fun in there with your boys, or whoever you came with. Even if these are a bunch of guys you hired to pretend to be your friends for the night, you make sure all of you look like you are having a great time. Nobody wants to be left out of the party, so you will have pairs of girls that came alone looking to get in with you guys. Works every time. One time me and a group of my friends decided to have a dance battle. It got messy, it got silly, in fact it got pretty amazing because we are all semi-pro breakdancers, but even our non breaker friends were involved. Once it ended, an overwhelming sense of “Any lady in here is mine” came over me. Now obviously you probably aren’t a breaker, but it wasn’t the fact that we were dancers, it’s the fact that we were having a good time, and others wanted to join.

Enjoy yourself, and others will want to be a part of your fun. When you see somebody so care free and enjoying life, you may envy them, but you also want to learn their secrets. Same sh*t different toilet amigo. So have fun with these, and remember… Chocolate is the devils toothpaste!

Part 3 coming tomorrow.

Racism in London (Black people in the City) and Sexy Italian Ladies!

I’m going to play devil’s advocate here, my job doesn’t
really force me to have face to face meetings with my superiors, so maybe I’m
just not exposed to it. As a young black man living in London though, is there much
racism? Boy, I feel like non whites outnumber the whites in London, so is there
Racism I ask again? Yep, but it’s not that traditional White on Black nostalgic
racism that we’ve grown to love. It’s more of a, “We hate Europeans” type
racism. Not even European, anybody who wasn’t born in London. You can be born
in Birmingham, which is still in England, and only 2 hours away by train. The
moment they hear your accent though, “ergh, bloody foreigners”. Now I ain’t saying
that everybody in London is racist, but for those of you who are, here’s a
random disclaimer…







Now lets begin…



So the only reason I’m shedding light on this is the fact that I see this type
of thinking so much, and it pisses me off. These people from overseas come over
to work hard, earn their money, raise a family, maybe send some money back
home. As one of the strongest cities on the planet, I’m sure we’re not so petty
to believe we are entitled to every last resource this country has to offer.
Especially since this wonderful land enslaved half of the world, forced our
religion on them, raped their women, murdered their children and made the
number one spoken language in the world our native tongue.





What I hate the most is the way other communities work
together and build, yet all we do is bring each other down. They help each
other, give each other opportunities and so on. The Italian community in London
now is fat as F**k. I swear they are staging a preemptive attack, they must be.
But at the same time I love their food, and the women are hot, so go for it,
conquer this small European Island, maybe then we’ll learn to work together and
I can marry me a hot Italian Chica. Because lets face it… That’s all man has
ever really wanted. Sexy Italians!


I am in so many kinds of love right now!
Again... so many kinds of love!