Decided to blow off voice training and a date with HB and instead, went to the WMAs in Earls Court, got 2 tickets from a friend of mine who knows very high up music executives. I moved to London in March and didn’t know anyone but wanted to test out my new social skills gained through learning game.
I’m getting some good connections so i’m getting invited to better parties. Arrived at 6pm with my journalist friend and breezed in with my Red level band which gave me access to internal red carpet. Aside from security, there were maybe 10 people on the red carpet and we mingled with the stars as they arrived. Journalists and paparazzi were behind a barrier.
Saw Jordan (HB7) & Peter Andre, Eva Herzigova (HB7), Paris Hilton (HB8.5), Victoria Silvstedt (HB7.5), Natalie Imbruglia (HB8, bit old now) plus a bunch of people I don’t recognise but who paparazzi were snapping like crazy.
Up close and personal- Katie Price (Jordan)
“who’s that guy?” Peter Andre and Katie Price
Didn’t hook. LOL. Victoria Silvstedt
The Wicked Girls
Backstage dressing rooms. Most of these women were mingers up close, the hottest girl I saw aside from Paris Hilton was working there as a waitress. I shot some good video too on the red carpet. Paris was one of the last to arrive and we breezed in to the celebrity dressing room area with Paris’ entourage.
As I always say, “do anything with enough authority…”. Nelly Furtado (HB7.5 – bit old looking), Beyonce (HB8.5), Rihanna (HB8), Chris Brown, etc all had their little trailer things and everyone else in there had staff bands or performer bands. Was pretty funny.
Not thinking PU at all at the moment. Next I got in with Beyonce’s entourage as she went on stage and got in the wings with the crew. Beyonce is stressed so I save the David Bowie opener for later. I could have run on stage and done a little dance and grabbed the mic but was persuaded not to by friend.
Journalist friend took camera at this point and went to snap Michael Jackson, Beyonce etc. Can’t post these pics because they are selling them to newspaper for big bucks! I was standing there watching the performers standing nervously before they went on.
Chris Brown did a Thriller take-off. Play where’s Wally with this picture.
Dancing like a nutter everywhere.
With Rihanna’s entourage now.
In Lindsay Lohan’s face.
Eva dancing like a nutter again outside her dressing room.
Katie Melua.
Some dancers were preparing to go on stage and I saw a cute one (HB8), approached with pretty AFC style chat (although 90/10′d to start), but made a little connection. Paced and lead into calm voice because she was nervous, it calmed her down so I guess that’s NLP.
She was chatting to me and got distracted and was the last one out. If it is on TV, she is the last one to go out with some singer called Elissa. Anyhow, she came back out, I n-closed and more importantly I got her to give me her gold level wristband which is for performers.
Line: “Hey, gimme your wristband because you’ve finished”. Walked back to VIP and briefly stopped by area near stage where tables are £8k each to watch the show. These guys don’t get closer than 20 metres to anyone and it’s bit lame. Get some food and then back into the VIP area.
Meet Katie Melua (HB6.5), watch Eva Herzigova dance like a nutter with her crew. Chatted to the two girls I met on the red carpet again and found out where the fake after party is at – they are going to paper. There is a secret one, I ask Katie Melua, it’s at #1 Dover St, “see you there Katie”, she flaked. We leave and go on the tube, forgetting our VIP lifestyle for half hour. And arrive at the club where I use my secret “get in when not on guestlist” routine. I can’t give this out to anyone, no one knows this.
It works and we are inside this club now with Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan (HB7.5, the eyes are nice), Roberto Cavalli, Rachel Hunter (HB6.5), Sting, and whoever else. There is no VIP, this is intimate, we are the only people who aren’t somebody. Free bar, I get drunk.
Work the room a little bit, lots of HBs. I identify 2 solid 8s. Elle “The Body” McPherson (HB7.5) turns up and I can see that she would be serious competition for the hottest celebrity HB with Paris if she were 10 years younger – she’s 41 I think. When they meet I open them both with “have you ever taken a picture together?”
They pose for a couple for me and then get me to take one with their camera. I tell Paris that she’d be lucky to look like Elle when she is over 40. She is actually really chilled and agrees.
The after party.
Cheers Sting and Marilyn Monroe HB.
For 41, she is damn hot. Paris then dances like a nutter a bit. I chat to her friend who has Marilyn Monroe hair style. Dunno who the hell it is. She is a bit funny looking due to collagen lips etc. Paris’s body guard is cool with me now and doesn’t watch me when I am close to her. I open my target for the night, HB tall blonde Italian, HB8. I think she is 2nd hottest in the club after Paris.
She’s just watched me with Paris and her friend so I open with “hey how’s it going”, she’s standing there arms crossed I ask if she is working security, she says no, I make her laugh by saying she had that killer look for a second and looked like she could do some crazy flying kick if anyone messed with Paris. Excuse to check out shoes, touch her up a bit. (Sorry Beckster, I forgot the shoe routine, would have been perfect time to bust it out).
I make her laugh with my spontaneous bullshit. She is a little drunk, I am too. I do my salsa kino escalation. Touch her hair. 2 minute k-close without knowing her name. Club empties out as I hang out with her, get some rapport & connection but i’m basically in seduction mode because we are drunk anyhow. She is something to do with Roberto Cavalli. There are less than 15 people left in the club. We hang out with Paris, the staff, and her entourage. Take these pics.
I swear she gave me IOI.
By now, Paris is very cool. At the awards she was pretending she was on the phone and didn’t talk to the press, now she is relaxed and open with everyone. I n-close, but only the club owner. My camera is full, I can’t delete any pics because they are worth money, and Journalist friend takes camera and leaves to go and write stories and sell pics. So no pics of my HB. :( HB & I hang out, Paris goes to another party at Boujis (at 2.30!). I p-close and am p-closed (peck on cheek)
I say we should go somewhere else too. Lead her outside, get taxi to my place. She asks when we are going through the door to my house where the hell we are. I say i’m going to show her where I live and then distract her a bit. This is my usual technique.
Take her to my room, sit her on my bed. No need for wine. She is probably hottest girl I ever had in there. I’m completely calm due to mix of what happened that day and alcohol. I chat with her, kiss her, slowly and smoothly work things up. She is super hot, best f-close ever. Silver Cavalli dress is on the floor of my rented room
She had to rush out early to work (still don’t know exactly what she does). I email close (because I want a picture of her). She is going back to Italy.
Lessons: Use PU skills to get connections.
Do anything with enough authority and it works.
When in high circles, no one approaches so is easy to take your pick.
Don’t need game when you have money or are semi-famous.
A shy introvert guy who got called ugly a few years ago can PU SHBs.
