New Deep

another crazy day in the life of our unsuspecting character, Kiwi Vergara..

The Lifestyle of the Secret Society

“I'm back”

The words I blurted out once emerging from business class seating. It was June and I had just returned from the land of the pick up artists, America. During my three months stay there, I had toured the greater part of the US and realized that I hadn’t done much gaming since this vacation was spent with family. It’s not that I didn’t try, but one of my futile attempts in gaming led me to believe that “sarging” at night in clubs and bars proved to be too costly. I’d even blown a hundred dollars on myself alone in some Bulgarian bar in New York. On top of that, I had an overwhelming feeling that I was just a mere Filipino man in the land of whites and blacks with plenty of greenbacks in their wallets. Slowly over time I’d come to the conclusion that shopping was a much more logical and cheaper alternative.

Finally I was back. Although I had been in a cocoon in the short time that has past I was eager again to practice the art that I had been longing to unleash once more. Armed with only the desire to get back in the dating scene I had begun my journey into the seduction community once more. My role in the group was not an active part in the development of this community, although my efforts were spent on passive activities in our group. I was in the sidelines, organizing meet ups for the boys, supporting boot camps of the gurus and most importantly, trolling the boards.

Seeing old friends from the community again in months was refreshing. My life would change once more the moment I met the friends I so badly missed. Magnetic Tuesdays was up again, our version of a male support group. Starbucks Shangrila was the usual venue of the magnetic boys. Coming from the south I was always the last to arrive but tonight I was early. Excitement was in my blood. One by one my friends came Pepper, Bacon, LadiesDrink, Van Diesel, Alex, Paranoid, Charlattan, Daredevlit and Jansen to name a few. These were their handles. My handle was Kiwi. It was good to be back. I may not be a veteran on the boards but it was nice to hear that this small group was growing by the day.

My mother had always been in love with traveling. I on the other hand didn't really share the excitement and passion she has for jet setting. The moment I came back to the states she had already asked me out again.

“We're going to Japan this August”
“Japan? But I just barely got in from the states. What would people at my office say?”
“Well, I'm sure you'll think of something.”
She had Amogged me again. This time I let her go. I usually wouldn't go down in a fight that easily. Somehow I wanted to go to Japan too but not at that time. Maybe it was because its been my dream to see the Sakura(Cherry Blossoms) in full bloom during spring but it was already June. I really didn't know why.

It was still June, I had plenty of time to brush up on my basics and practice my gaming. Other than that, my focus on myself was to learn more and to develop and improve my skills in the game of life. That short amount of time had allowed me to do all these things and at the same time teach. For free of course.

Teaching was always a part of my forte back in my college days. I taught at various seminars in church and for that I am proud to say that teaching was my passion. I figured out that the more I taught, the more I learned faster grasping these concepts in a short amount of time. Even though I didn't make any money from teaching I always got the kick out of one of my students whenever he says “My friend, thank you for changing my life.” That has been my natural drug that had no comparison to whatever chemical drug man has ever made. This was my calling.

I went out with other girls too which gave me the opportunity to brush up my conversational skills. Mary was a big breasted morena girl I met during college(she had just broken up with her boyfriend recently), Hanah was an aspiring lawyer still in law school, Tricia is a wedding planner whom I am currently helping out in weddings, Nicole was a relationship manager working at a multinational company of which I had met in a bar in Bf( we called her dangerous), Mandy was referred to me by a friend who had wanted to hook us up, Rain was Korean I had met thru my wing Tonsy and we had gone out pretty much a couple of times, Eden was a single mom that has recently gave birth was once again looking into the dating Market. Janice was a flight attendant that lived outside of the country but always met up with me whenever she flies to Manila, Annie was a girl I flirted with every time she was around I feel she secretly likes me. I went out with them all in the short amount of time I had arrived in Manila. I loved them all but there was still one girl that I wanted to get back at and her name was Yuri.

Into the Land of the rising sun

Arriving in Japan one sunny Sunday August afternoon became a hassle. The night before was spent on some girlie bar strip club in Cubao. Pepper, Bacon and Taguro had invited me and my non community friend Pao to join them. No gaming occurred. It was a girlie bar packed with guys and of course, we all know that in this area money talks. One dancer caught my eye. She was called roxy. I looked at Pao as he conveyed to me too that he also wanted her. Reaching for my wallet I pulled it out. My wallet had a distant two hundred pesos. It was barely enough to buy one round of drinks which consisted of two beers. And that was it. I could only watch.

Things had started slow here in “No English” land. I was low on energy and what made matters even worse was I had unexpectedly walked in the most expensive city in the whole world. The price for everything sold was horrendous. This was the reality in Tokyo.

A certain notable Pua had stated that when it comes to Peacoking, the Japanese got it right. Observing how they accessorize, outlandish and outrageous as were the prices, they take peacoking to a whole new level. I love the way they dress and even coined a term for it: hosto apparel. Hosto shoes, hosto wallet, hosto shades, hosto jackets even the hair was hosto, all of them expensive in their own right.

The Hosto shoes were the most notable in peacoking. Aside from the outrageous “pointy” look it had, an assortment of materials was used in its creation. The outer sole was made of wood, stainless steel, suede and leather decorated the shoes and some chains attached to it to make it look shiny and some rubber widgets by the side. I checked the price, ten thousand Philippine pesos for a pair. I wanted to cry. Joking aside, I had made arrangements to meet up with two of my long time friends. Bidding my family adieu for a good two days I set out to meet my friends. A guy named Martin and a girl named Yuri.

I had met Martin some four or five years ago in some bar south side of the Metro. He was playing keyboards on a band that had a gig there. We had been good friends for awhile now since the two of us knew each other’s mothers respectively. He had first arrived in Japan late June for work in a band in some bar located in the haystack of a city we call Tokyo. Martin picked me up in my hotel with his girlfriend Dina and our plan was for me to watch where he played.

“My work hours is from 3am to 8am but I have to report by 9pm for practice” Martin said to me in one of our conversations towards the bar
“Why is that?” It somehow occurred to me in my mind that even though he worked in a band there is absolutely no way the work hours would be at that time of the morning. It usually would have been earlier say 9pm to 1am. I would soon find out.
As the night progressed I said to Martin “I want to see Yuri”
“For you man, anything” then he proceeded to unleash a barrage of messages to Yuri since she was playing hard to get. She was apparently busy apparently. I had instructed Martin to do all the texting since I didn't want to come off as needy to her and at the same time save money on my bulging phone bill. We're talking about international long distance rates baby. The prices are steep.

Yuri was a girl I had met some three years ago just after my breakup with my ex girlfriend. She on the other hand was left behind by her Japanese husband and was under a lot of stress. Somehow without noticing it, we clicked. We had gone out a couple of times with good friends that time but somehow I felt an invisible barrier that permitted us from being in the friends zone. We were friends but not totally. That part of my life was very crucial for me. I had been an emotional wreck, in pieces coming out from a very traumatic relationship. What could I do? Love makes you do the stupidest things.

The gamer in me wanted to change things. This time it would be different; I even felt different. Every little thing I had learned from the community would be battle tested. From having spent time reading books on the mystery method, watching videos of Zan in the way of the naturals. They were teachers off the field. I had met up with other great Filipino pickup artists. They were my infield teachers. Smooth, Stephenne, Charlattan and X do stuff infield. One of my unspoken mentors Ladies Drink discussed to me his advice regarding Filipino women and pepper's comments on various infield situations. I had my game assessed by my wings Tonsy and Vegas, sought countless advices from my wing woman Delight on the woman's perspective. This journey enabled me to meet people from all walks of life such as Bladerivers a legendary Pua that resided in a province north of the Metro. Though we haven’t met, we shared a friendship online. Most of all I had gone out with women. Not necessarily 10's or 11's on the visual rating scale but women of value and quality. For me they were 15's. It was time to game a girl that I really liked.

With all of that said and done somehow the back of my mind said “You’re not ready yet”
It flashed in my mind. Recently, I had made a choice to remove alcohol whenever I was gaming. I wanted to revamp my game and take it to a new level less the alcohol. Back in the day never really had problems kiss closing and making out whenever it was in my system. This elixir of power had made me stronger without my inhibitions. Sticking out of my game was my weakness. I could never make out without any form of alcohol in my system. Pulling the trigger was one of many steps needed to be accomplished in order to get the girl.. I was afraid of it but I'm already here, in Japan. There was no way of turning back as I needed to trudge on.

World of the Hosts

Sitting on the table at Peugot bar I observed my surroundings. It was a normal bar, fairly quaint but nonetheless a happy place. Martin’s co-workers had welcomed me as I was one of them. This bar had several attractions, the band Martin played in, a hiphop dance group, a karaoke singer but all of them had one common denomination, all of them where guys. All of them had their thing to do but once they finished their performances they were in the field entertaining the customers. It doesn’t take a lot of brains to decipher what kind of place I had stumbled in.

Observing the body language of the guys on how they interacted with their customers. I was in the world of the Japanese hosts. As said to me by Martins co-worker named Carlo “Welcome to the world of the Japayuki boys!” and my friend Martin was one of them. I was stunned. It never occurred to me that one of my friends would ever do a job like that.

They had customers, mostly girls but don't get me wrong. These girls were hot Japanese girls that looked like dolls for display and rivaled the girls on a hot Embassy Wednesday or Fiama Friday night. I shit you not my friends, they could even be hotter. They wore dresses and mid riffs in this Filipino styled bar but what was most memorable about them was that they gamed the guys. The roles were reversed. They were the aggressors and the guys were the ones being hunted.
Martin gave me the opportunity of letting me meet their “sacho” meaning the one who managed them. He said to me
“In this line of business, sperm is gold” sacho told me.
“How come?” I curiously asked.
“They’re hungry for you so they give you gifts as way of winning your dick, once they tasted you, it’s over. Goodbye freebies”.
Martin had previously stated that he had acquired a bicycle here in Japan and it cost around 15,000php. He admitted to me after a few hours that it was a gift from one of his customers. Martin had disclosed to me that these girls weren't getting any. The Filipino girls rejected Japanese dicks for being small and Japanese girls weren't being fucked by their Japanese counterparts. No wonder Japan has a negative birth rate this year. It’s a big deal to a country especially that there were more people dying than being born. Maybe it was the lack having sex for these girls and it was up to these guys to bring adventure to these lovely ladies.

Hosto Mucho Dinero Rules (excerpts from conversations with the hosto boys)

1. “Ang tamud namin dito ay ginto!”
2. “Di bale nang pangit basta may mahuhuthut”
3. “The customer is always right.. basta may mahuhuthut”
4. “Hindi kami pokpok, malibog lang talaga kami.”
5. “Walang agawan ng customer tulad ng ginawa ni Robert kay Kuya Aki”
6. “Ang pekpek ay pang jakol sa titi namin.”

Extended scene (may binabanatan si Robert na babae sa banyo ng Peugot, mga tatlong sawsaw pa lang na pa doggie)
Kuya Aki kinakatok ang pintuan..
Kuya Aki: Robert!!!
Tok.. tok.. tok..
Kuya Aki: Robert!!!
Tok.. tok.. tok..
Kuya Aki: Akin yan eh..!!!
Tok.. tok.. tok.
Kuya Aki: Nang-aano ka eh!!!

Blood started to pump into me. Damn it! I was envious. There was no way this kind of unusual arrangement would happen at home. And to add to my growing jealousy I was watching from afar of how a hot Filipino girl was trying to grab Carlo's dick playfully saying “Is it big?”
Carlo jokingly replied “This ain't for free..” pulling back
I was in awe. Hot Japanese girls/Filipino girls gaming normal Filipino guys? And all you have to do is lay back and let them chase you? And what? There’s more? You get freebies and money too? This was pickup heaven.

Martin along with his girlfriend Dina had agreed to bring me to wherever Yuri was at after his gig. The couple and I had took the train for a couple of minutes towards her place at Shinjuku a suburb of Tokyo and the supposed meeting place was a restaurant named Charlie's'.

I was there heavily dressed with my peacocks on even though I had a lack of sleep and a lack of taking a bath that time since the gig ended at 8am and we had to shoot for Shinjuku, in a hurry. I had took a deep breath moments before Yuri came and said to myself that “it’s make or break”
She came and said “Hi”
“Hello” I said with a smile on my face.
She sat down and finally the game had begun.

Let the games begin

As she sat down an air of discomfort blew over me. The barrier was still there. I was thinking whether I would hug her or not since we never did hugs in the past. I didn't.
“So how is it going? Its been quite awhile..” I said struggling to get my composure back in my opening line.
“Fine, I guess” She said as if she was holding back.
Protection shield I figured. “So, how are you?” I asked again so that she can in turn ask how I was and time to respond by DHVing myself since I haven't established myself as a man of value in her eyes.
Kiwi: I've been really busy establishing my company. It’s not earning that much yet but
hopefully soon, It will.
Yuri: Oh yeah? That’s really nice. What else have you been doing?
Kiwi: Mostly work. Actually, me and my partners are planning on establishing a casino soon.
You should go there sometime so that I can take away your money. Hehehe.

I never really liked the conversation here. It was slow yet I was smiling like crazy at the sight of her. Even Martin and Dina noticed as they moved in and out of our table to give us space. Anyways since we were all common friends we it was mostly a meet and greet situation. Fluff talk and plowing. I had also told her that I had stumbled on the community of guys who were good with girls and I was actually learning the ways of women. I had managed to tell her that I was different from the last time she saw me. I was not sad anymore. Finally Martin couldn't take it. He was really sleepy. Yuri had suggested to move to her apartment so that Martin and Dina could take a rest at her spare room. We were isolated in the living room finally.

Yuri: I have to show you something
Kiwi: Whats that?
Yuri: This..

She had taken out a book. I couldn't remember the nam
e but it was a “how to on dealing with a man on dating” and another book “Why men sleep after sex”. There was more. She had the chick code. Yes ladies and gentlemen. It is out there.

An attraction switch in me flipped. Somehow the prey I was targeting had game too. I had the game on the other hand while she had the chick code on her side of the story. My jaw dropped. I had asked Yuri to read some of the chapters. I wanted to debate with her the concepts.

“Always communicate to a man that you are busy” she read.
“Fuck” I said in my head. She was gaming me.
She told Martin that she was busy on text to make me want her more. She was drawing me out.

I used this opportunity to build comfort. Doing my push and pull tactics by not agreeing to everything the book says about males whenever I felt it was going over the line. I used mirroring and suggestive language to escalate the situation. I did my kino but slowly since you had to tone it down whenever the situation is alcohol-less. I hate my revamp on my game. Suddenly, something weird happened. The situation started slowing itself down like the matrix. I was thinking faster, responding naturally without thinking. There was so much time to think and more importantly react. I felt like I was Neo, I was the one. Ladies drink and X had explained to me this phenomenon, that it does happen like that once you reached a certain level of proficiency.
I was running out of time as we had to end my 330. It was already 2. I had to phase shift and make things happen.

Kiwi: I heard that you have a lot of cute Japanese girlfriends..
Yuri: Of course, I could introduce you
Kiwi: But what I really like... is Filipino girls..(As I faced her eyes with a piercing look)
Stacked conversation continues
Kiwi: You know what? I remembered this time a girl I used to hang out with a lot asked me something that somehow stuck in my mind.
Flashback three years earlier, Yuri and Me hanging out in Petron SLEX one afternoon. I was a sad boy thinking deeply about a lost cause. Yuri then blurts out:

“What if I was your girlfriend?”
I responded like a pussy “I don't know.”
“So tell me, how good of a kisser are you?”
I said five..
You don't really have to answer a question like that. You just kiss. BAD KIWI!!!

Fast forward to reality
Kiwi: What if I was your girlfriend?(while I was still looking at her).
I always think of it..and I could never forget it. Maybe if I said yes to her we'd still be together to this day and we'd be happier in our lives
Yuri:....
Yuri: yeah..

I took the liberty to take her back at that time in order to rekindle those feelings again. I used the language of suggestion since I had read somewhere that girls responded well to suggestion.

Kiwi: You know what. I remembered you calling me before you left for japan two years ago.
You wanted me to meet you at Alabang Town Center(I didn't go because I was with a girl). I wish I went...
Yuri: …
Stacked Conversation
Yuri: You know what? I really like the business type of guys.
Kiwi: ....(That’s me! Did she just say it suggestively?)

It became clearer now. She was backwards rationalizing everything that we had talked about. At the start of our conversation back in Charlie’s, I was establishing myself as an up and coming businessman. Mid game, she was telling me how she went for the hot guys, now she was hinting and communicating in code that she liked me too.
Yuri's roommate Erica suddenly comes in. we get introduced. Flirt with her a little bit and gained her approval as a friend, apparently she knows that somehow that something is going on between me and Yuri.

Erica: Why don't you guys hug each other?
Yuri: We don't really hug each other..
Kiwi goes in for the hug.
Yuri: Hey I got chocolates for you. It has a cute case too. Winnie the pooh so that you can remember me.

I had recently read the game and I did my own thing too. Something I got from one of the greatest pickup artists in the world..I reached for the Superman dog tag I was wearing, removed it and put it on her.

Kiwi: This is not yours but you will return it to me the next time you see me.
Yuri: thanks(with a smile)
Kiwi: I'm not Superman right now, I'm only Clark Kent
She laughed.. In my mind, it was like one of the lamest lines I said ever. She must
really dig me since I'm perceiving it as an IOI.

I had to wake Martin up it was 330pm. I moved across the room while I rested but within sight of Yuri.Yuri was talking to Dina and Martin while I exchanged glances with her. The feeling by this time was synonymous to what King Leonidas(of 300) felt for her queen before he left for battle. She knew I was sad because I had to leave but I couldn't show a sign of weakness. The game was played like this. I couldn't show a sign of weakness but somehow the girls(Dina and Erica) in the area knew of my sadness of leaving her behind. Then I did an arm by arm with her as she escorted me out the room. Martin blurted out.

“Picture, Picture” click, click..
“Kiwi and Yuri!” click, click..

“Kiwi, Pick Yuri up” click, click..

As I went out of the room again something weird happened. The kino had escalated suddenly to such a high degree in seconds. You could categorize it as lover kino with her responding as if she had ran out of time and we were touching each other like crazy. I came up to her and touched the dog tag dangling between her breasts and said lovingly into her eyes.

Kiwi: You have my lucky dog tag. Take good care of it and wear it a lot.
( I see the kiss.. this is the moment..)
I ended kissing the dog tag..
Then we hugged so tight..
I smelled her hair.
She felt it.

Leave.. Left with heavy feet. I didn't want to go.. not yet.. I want my Day 2..

POSTED BY KIWI VERGARA AT 8:53AM FROM NAGOYA, JPN