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The Siege of Malta

Posted in Malta, Sex & Dating with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 27, 2010 by Mackeral Mark

The Mission: Capture my Maltese flag, in style.

Yes, Leprechaun pirate

I hit the ground cold and I had a week.

Dressed as a Leprechaun Pirate, I stormed the island with my new crew: Genocide Glen, Pillaging Paul & Cut-throat Killian (aka Mr.Killian). Many women fell prey to our charms but I wasn’t interested in just a flag. Any man can put one to his mast if mounted by a chubby chica or a prawn; I wasn’t here to trawl. These opposing paradigms are well summed up in an article by Atlas Al: Flag hunter vs Flag collector.

On Form, the pick up:

I wanted quality. Sometime that comes easy when you’re on form.

I found it – a sexy Maltese cutie weighting only 48 kgs, and that included her breast implants. I got her number in a nightclub and we agreed to meet again. She left. Things continued to go well. That very night I made out with a married Maltese girl, her best friend (on the sly), an Italian and then got taken home by a beautiful Indian Aussie. Mr. Killian slayed her friend in the next room, and got his Swedish flag.

Day 1, a fearsome test:

Do fuck off!

The next meet up with my Maltese cutie was behind enemy lines. She was attending a private party in some upper class club, a pretentious affair concocted for a single launch, some electro progressive bullshit. My friends bolted and left me to my own devices.

Her circle was a mix of models, rich kids and socialites with delusions of eloquence.The scene was decorated by designer couture and Louis Vuitton handbags. Then there was me… the idiotic Irish guy with the ridiculous hat wielding a toy sword!

The minute my date left for the bathroom, I was immediately shunned from the group. Two guys came over, turned their backs and formed a wall of penis, rendering me an outcast. I tried to open her guy friends, I was amoged. I tried to open her girlfriends, I was cockblocked. I looked like the biggest sap in the room. My girl was about to return and my perceived social value was so low I was doomed to a night of frustrated wanking. Welcome to loserville.

I thought to myself, “What would a real man do in this scenario?”.

I could go to the bar… not good enough.

I could go the toilet… like a fucking pussy.

 

A Predicament...

No, I stepped up to plate and went straight up to five other women, opening an entire new set. My costume provided me with a hook point and one of the girls began flirting with me. Just at that moment, my dainty date emerged from the bathroom to see me the centre of attention amongst a group of beautiful women. The timing was perfect. I pretend not to notice her. I sense her approaching my back, I feel a tug on my shirt. The woman was marking her territory. I love a good jealously plotline. I had completely turned the situation around.

Rather then go back to her chilly clique, I bid her adieu and told her I’d text her. In all honesty, I didn’t expect the interaction to go much further…

Day 2, lock down.

A busy room indeed..

No need to text. I turn on my phone at 2 pm and the texts come in. She wanted to meet, asap. I had another date at midnight so we meet at 7pm. Mr. Killian was banging a Russian up in the room at this time, scoring his Russian flag and his first Muslim. He gleefully handed over the keys at 9. By 10 I was indulging in my sweet little Maltese sex machine. I don’t usually give too much detail, but I will say she was incredible, someone I clicked with on many levels. After my third orgasm I released I missed my second date, but I didn’t care.

The next day I ended up back here in Ireland.

The siege of Malta was complete!

5 reasons you should peacock more

Posted in Bosnia & Herzegovina, Pick up techniques with tags , , , , on September 21, 2010 by Mackeral Mark

So me and 3 friends are on our 19th consecutive night dressed as Irish/Mexican Pirates. Last night, in the siege of Sarajevo, all four of us hooked up with girls.  I even managed to swoop a sexy Argentine behind her boyfriend’s back. Guys – don’t bring your girlfriends to hostels! Beware of boisterous buccaneers who will have their way with your women.. ARRRGHH!!!

It seems the more ridiculous we look, the more fuckable we become.  The local men look on in disdain, while the women giggle and gravitate towards us. Every hostel we go to, we manage to get everyone out on a pirate pub crawl! Everyone wants to roll the crazy guys with sombreros, flashing LED swords, water pistols, horns & party hats.

Need more convincing?

Here are 5 reasons you should peacock more

1. You feel like a beautiful women
Imagine walking into a bar and everyone turns to check you out. A privilege reserved for supermodels and porn stars? Hell no. When you peakcock you get an absurd amount of attention. Men get jealous, women get wet. It’s a powerful feeling. You won’t want to look normal ever again.

2. You convey confidence and a good sense of humour
If you are congruent and comfortable with your eccentricities, it conveys confidence. Women like confidence. If you look ridiculous, it shows you don’t take yourself too seriously. Classic cocky/funny even before you open your mouth; a pre-DHV.

3. It’s easier to open sets
If anything, it is very likely you will be approached. Sometimes, you can just stand there and let them come to you.  Girls will want to be in pictures with you and your friends. When you peacock, sets open like crazy.

4. You can use props to anchor and create jealously plot lines
If you bring ridiculous props you can use them as anchors to hook multiple sets. Imagine going into a bar and putting a funny hat on a beautiful women and her friend. Then another one on another girl across the room. You build social proof, you’ve anchored two sets and creates potential jealously plot-lines between girls. You could do all this in 30 seconds and already be at the bar getting yourself a drink.

5. It’s really fun!!!
Halloween every night!!! WAY HAY! You never have a bad night dressed like an absolute idiot! At least you’ll get some funny pics…
😉

For anything interested in this post, I’d recommend reading the Venusian Arts Handbook by Mystery.