Seoul by Empire (Long)

[Empire]

I have been in Shanghai for 5 years, having dated and laid a mix of mainland Chinese from around the country, including sea turtles, as well as Taiwanese- you get the drift. Previously in the US I had some experiences with Asians, but just one Korean who was fairly bland. This is my first FR here, and I've added extra detail for amusement as well as to allow you to pick up on subtle things or areas you might to probe on. Grab a beverage and dig in.

 

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From Thursday July 3 until Sunday July 6 I was in Gangnam, Seoul, SK with a close (married) friend - let's call him 3D. He formerly lived in Shanghai, and is in the region visiting in preparation for his Chinese wedding this fall. As you could imagine, that brings a bit of stress about and a 'boys weekend' in Korea seemed like the trick. He has taken notice to a ramp up in my activity with the fair sex, and claimed to want to be a 'wingman' for his single friend. As this is about my feelings for these types of women, and not my frustration with having married wings I will limit the elaboration other than to say it's almost better off to be gaming alone in most cases. My goal was to attempt to accommodate 3D and his ego, while raking my way through the streets by day and the clubs at night. This is my Korea story.

 

Thursday Night

 

Arrived to Novotel in Gangnam around 20:00 and discovered Tracks (formerly Eden) was literally steps away in the next door Ritz Carlton, though unfortunately closed. We will revisit Tracks later on.

 

Had spoken to the LINE group from the recent All Asia Pickup Summit and had secured some tips on venues, so we made plans to visit Octagon and Syndrome. Taxi drivers are not familiar with these places, surprisingly, so be sure to have this written down.

 

After a delicious BBQ meal (and a shower/refresh to get the garlic and food scent off of us), we made our way to Octagon at 23:00. A lounge type area on the main level, and a bar/dance floor/table area spreads across a large space, with the dance floor overlooked by the main level with it's massive ceilings. This was a younger atmosphere with lots of young white student types (not tons, but noticeable) all wearing tank tops / ball caps and the like, which we were surprised were tolerated.

 

By about midnight a decent selection of targets had walked in. In a dark club, it's easy to miss just how much makeup many of these girls are wearing, but it's easy to tell who has their real nose and who doesn't. The ratio had reached about 3:1 girls to guys, with many guys sitting back at their tables waiting for life to happen to them. Now as you'll recall, 3D is married, though to his credit he's 38 with a 24 year old adorable Zhejiangese wife. His days in Shanghai were mostly productive through 'look nearby' on WeChat, and the various gals he found and banged on there. 3D is one of the few aware that I've been pushing deeper into self-improvement and pick up, and thus keen to show off that he too can approach and would take the bad girls for me. We are both 190cm+ white boys.

 

Opening myself up to the room, I had a touch of AA from the start, and felt I was making mental excuses (These girls are here to meet 22 year local guys and students, not me!), and eventually snapped out of it as we opened a 2 set alongside the downstairs bar. About 23 years old, Korean-Americans that we'll call Sparkly and Glossy by their lips. I happily volunteered to take their photos, we toasted, a couple of twirls and we were on our way. Us both quite tall, and they short, I felt our positioning was almost a 'you're surrounded!' kind of orientation, and my buddy was having a hard time keeping Sparkly happy as I engaged Glossy about my travels to North Korea with good kino and anchoring a light grasp of her arm to my moments of excitement and adventure. Moments later we were mysteriously facing their backs as they buried faces into cell phones. Classic hot/cold and then ignored us after a little whisper pow-wow. On we went.

 

3D suggested we work the dance-floor, so I compromised at the periphery. I had gulped a couple of red bull with my G&Ts to assist with what had been a long day, and suddenly was a bit more excitable. The dream of the dance floor was a leggy, 5'7"in heels who I had to devour. Upon a smooth solo approach, though VERY loud, she informed me that she spoke no English. It turns out she was Japanese and I was able to use my limited skills to ask her aside. No, she wants to dance. Great, a gentle grab of the hands and a request to accompany her was met with a giggly and polite 'no' shake of the head. Between the lights, noise, the 5 goofy friends of hers that surrounded us staring, I felt the need to plow, but that I had come at this all wrong. Leg_san, as I mentally called her, seemed like the duchess of the gaggle, and perhaps I had deemed myself too worthy, too fast? Regardless, I planned to play rake to Seoul, and so thus I did. One last body to body two handed grasp of each lower arm and a kissed whisper into her ear lead to a pleasant but real physical retreat from my advances. Goodbye, Leg_san.

 

On to Syndrome where we hoped for better odds. We arrived around 1AM, paid our cover and went down into what was a massively packed atmosphere. Plenty of really attractive early to mid 20 somethings here, mostly very well dressed. Lots of pretty boy hovering local guys lining walls, bar counters, and anywhere else they could stand and stare. Determined not to join them, we slowly drifted our way about the club like a fishnet. Here kitty, kitty...Here I am some what blurry as I went into a bit of a social k-hole where all I recall is cheerful girl after girl allowing an approach and good body contact followed by groups of 2-3 locals AMOG'ing us out, fat ugly friends (FUFs) determined to prevent anyone else but they from having fun, and girls who clearly had put back a few drinks becoming too interested in my advances and being pulled out by girlfriends. Many girls zipping back and forth between toilets and the dance floor and it's fun to grab the hand of them and run along. This approach got plenty of conversations going, though in one case a FUF literally karate chopped our arms apart to keep me away from her adorable friend.

 

As 03:00 neared, 3D departed for the hotel while I pushed forward on the sarge by moving upstairs along the narrow balcony and table area. Two entries to mixed sets with a meander from bros to the best girls where language skills kept me from reaching nirvana. Back downstairs: cue Kimchi. Kimchi is a petite Korean with elegant and slinky style in the bright colors she wears and the slightly pink highlights mixed with her natural and blonde strands alike. She is a strong 9 on the Empire Scale. As I made eye contact with big smiling eyes I knew immediately she wanted a new friend. We spoke briefly about how cute her clothes were on her, and how they'd look on the floor of my hotel room which made her laugh. Isolate from the crowd to a small covered area below the balcony above and my victim now feels the warmth and power of my size holding her. Like lightning a friend swoops in, pushing her off of me as I grasp on tight. She was literally being yanked and fussed at as she entered her digits into my phone. A quick confirmation she received my message and she was swooped away. We would not meet again. 04:00 and a few more approaches to drunk, non-English speaking 7s and 8s and I'm off to bed.

 

Friday Afternoon

 

After a bit of a lie in, 3D and I are off to Modern Bobsang for lunch (recommended) due to its proximity to Coffeesmith, another recommendation from the summit team. Oh coffee smith, you will forever live in my heart. You, my dear café, are a window to the Goddesses on a sunny summer day. As a breeze blows by, slightly rising the skirts of the angels, I can only wonder why we've never met. After acquiring our caffeine upstairs, where certainly many sets are available, along with earbud-wearing social shutouts, we settled on the large open air downstairs, spilling onto the street with front row seats. I went for shorts, yellow chuck tailors, and a teeshirt showing the shape of Africa within a red star (curious types often like to discuss it, concretes asking me what it is!). From all of the places we visited in Seoul, the absolutely best looking women were walking up and down this street, in and out of this café.

 

Over a couple of hours here, I played the welcoming committee as 3D worked on his computer. Only 3 approaches, though all were solid 9s, and quickly shutout by a walk-on or a 'sorry no English' line, which I'm not sure is always true. Everyone is hyper-aware of what's going on here as it is a people watching paradise. I feel that again brought the anxiety of seeming ravenous when it of course does NOT matter. This was probably a spoiled opportunity to get a great girl lined up for the evening or maybe even instadating.

 

Friday Night

 

July 4th and we're feeling festive. Our plan for the evening is fried chicken and pussy. RPQ has suggested we kick off an evening at Glam in Itaewon, then on to B1 which is also in the Hamilton Hotel. 22:00 arrival. Glam is probably the most mature/posh feeling place I visited in Seoul. Lighting is perfect for seduction, drinks or good, but the space is awkward. Imagine a long narrow room consumed mostly by the bar with small areas / pockets for socialization. 45 minutes was enough here for us, but if you enjoy being opened by 7s/8s that are 30-35 in age, this is the place for you. 3D had assumed we should give up on young cuties and was encouraging me to capture one of these wandering eyes, bed her, and get back out later in the evening. There was one target of epic beauty, Pearls, a 10, a whopping 10 who visibly drew the eyes of all around. As I circled towards her I was completely blockaded by her friends and others in an increasingly crowding environment, and decided to continue on our departure. On reflection this was a poor choice - I was dressed well, feeling good, she was unaccompanied and without rings of commitment, and a gentle tuck through a hassle some position would have showed dedication to wanting to know her. On we went.

 

23:00 to B1. B1 is a relatively large club with 3 different rooms. Upon arrival it felt like a similar crowd to Glam - 30 somethings and maybe a working girl or two. As we secured a standing table near the dance floor, the flocks they came. Opened time and time again by these well-intentioned, hornivores, we went in search of targets among the younger stream entering the venue. These were really playful girls with big smiles, so I did a few flirtatious, wide eyed dips into pathways, which at my size is requiring some art to perfect. Two unmemorable number closes from 7s and I spot my favorite, affectionately remembered as BettyP. The most unique woman in the room, she leaned back in the back room bar along the counter, elbows on the bar, shoulders open, and eyes accepting mine as I walked from 30M out to my Korean siren, a solid 9. On my left, 3D flanks to handle the bad girl, a generous 5, slowly going in for her as I introduce myself to BettyP.

 

Uniquely styled, but minimal makeup with bangs and long jet black hair. Some unique pieces of jewelry that could not keep me from her eyes, epic shelf of chest, and shapely sexy legs tucked into white heels. BettyP was supposed to be the wonderful but unfamiliar cunt that Mr Win does not want us to eat on first bedding. Knowing she had been bored, speaks great English, and was totally open to my advances, I gave her a quick window into my exciting life of world travel, healing the sick, and what fun we'd have. She loves men who travel adventurously. Comfort - check, logistics - check, value - check, attraction building as she moves closer to my touch...I decide to go ahead and get her phone number in case we get separated by the crowd. This was a strategy I went out with after getting blown out at around the 10 minute mark so much the night before, and a good IOI if I get this quickly, and allows me to build desire in more cautious types. And then, like Thor's hammer, BettyP becomes part of the patented blowout Korean cyclone - 3D has pushed his luck in kino'ing a girl he had no interest in and she had wisened to our ways.

 

This is one of my greatest examples in recent history of just how important a wing can be. I'm certain that ANY of you reading this would agree, though one can also question why I didn't try to isolate her from the club for hookah or food immediately. 3D had just broken the leaning bond that Betty P and her FUF were sharing, I had gotten BettyP to put her phone in her handbag, and I felt a natural finish to our beverages and I would pull her away on the notion of 'dancing' only to bounce her out the front door. None of that happened, and 3D reacted angrily during a half-hearted debrief about what he could have done better. Try not grabbing a girl's ass when she's going to jump at any excuse to fuck off from you. He departs, and on I go for a snack before a taxi back to Gangnam.

 

02:00 and I've arrived back at Syndrome. Packed to uncomfortable capacity, I open a two set of 7s who are eager though rapidly drunker (they were later plucked by some canned white gamers who were all too happy to nail a drunk bar slut). Tension and intoxication are too strong in the room, so I make my way to a taxi to my beloved Tracks (formerly Eden), next to my Novotel accommodation. Like many clubs in Seoul, I expect to pay $30 for entry and to receive one drink. There are two main areas here, though the upstairs seems mostly of private rooms. The downstairs dance floor and thoroughfare is where it's at, foreigners minimal, and various sets about. I'm told Japanese like to come here, but I did not meet any. This is an SNL factory, I am here to share with you, gents. Within 10 minutes, I had seen the Korean version of my first love in grad school, and like a dog I was on her and out the door in 10 minutes. A few bites of melon and swashes of soju from my fridge, and 1Love and I were bumping bits next door. 1Love was nice enough to leave while I slept in, and another 7 in the books. LR would exist if I remembered much of it - too much alcohol tonight, though she was quite acrobatic and I give credit for leaving without waking me up. Number on a post it.

 

Saturday Afternoon

 

After a foray to the fish market for a 60 dollar king crab and some soju, 3D and I made our way to Hongdae. Sage had encouraged me to spend some time there in spite of my memory of it being a bore (from 8 years ago when I had a live in girlfriend back in the USA). Don't get me wrong - there are tons of fucked up and ugly looking girls in Hongdae, but I'm here to tell you there are plenty of cuties. Coffee shop game was the idea, so we made our way to a spot called Belief. Great place to relax, good coffee and creative macaroons that girls LOVE to try with you - hard to approach in the quiet inside, but easy on the patio. Very little English or desire to speak English if it was indeed spoken, excuses that kept me from being as productive as I should have been here.

 

Girls in Hongdae were not as high fashion as those we'd seen lounging about Gangnam the day before. As evening falls, street game is really fun as many girls would welcome our glances, allow some playful touching and photos, attempts at speaking via Japanese or my broken Korean, but mostly 7s with friends who had bare bones patience for us. 3D laid off on the heavy kino here at my request, though I think a couple of times this lead to feelings of less value to FUFs. In total 5 two/three sets, one number close from a forgettable if cutesy 7 we'll call Stripes. Not many 8s or 9s on the street here - they are getting in and out of foreign cars. We spent a few hours wandering around and opening counter girls in cafes and shops, until we came across the paradise which is the Hello Kitty Cafe. All 4 of the staff there were cuties, enjoyed selfies and even let me behind the counter. All seemed down to share numbers, but none would. Social pressure? All in all a productive day, but Stripes would ultimately resist my attempts to bring her out, and that has been to my fortune..

 

Saturday Night

 

In typical me style, my last night is my best. There is massive room for improvement as it feels like my 'who gives a fuck? i don't even live here, don't know anybody' mentality finally hits in full swing when I know I have a plane ticket the next day. This happens time and time again: waiting for the best girls on the last day. In fairness to myself, I had refamiliarized with the Korean alphabet, had about 15 phrases I could use for building comfort in Korean, and had perfected how to present my previous trips to Pyongyang and Kaesong in the North (they either love this or fear who you may be. proceed with caution mentioning this!).

 

We had returned to our hotel around 21:00 from Hongdae to refresh and hit the scene around 22:30. We had been told of a nearby cocktail bar, whose name I can't recall, that was a large 2 story space just 10 minutes walk away. I fancy a martini so off we go. On reaching the second floor we see a 2G1B three set sitting on the patio and get a table nearby. A warm smile into the eyes of who I call Scarlet (she had the best hair dye job I'd seen in Korea). Scarlet is an 8, though with more revealing clothes I could be more accurate. She was tucked at the back of their table in a corner, and given my size I decided to wait until she emerged for a restroom break, noticing they had been polishing off a pitcher of German beer. I found a small bench about 20M from where the restroom exits were, and I eased into a stance made eye contact, and went full direct about what I saw in her and what I felt about her. Off to the table we went.

 

3D did me a great service that night as he suddenly wasn't 'feeling well' and fucked off to our hotel within about 15 minutes of her joining us. Scarlet and I join her friends nearby, and I acquire a pitcher for all of us to share. Instantly a qualification process from the friends, we josh about who will win the cup, why Korea, is out, and so forth. All three intensely interested in me, aware I live in China, and fun is had by all. The seating arrangement of this setting was poor as I couldn't get close enough to Scarlet to give her the body contact my commentary required. Puppy dog eyes were out, hands on each cheek while listening to my quick tale of days with the mountain gorillas in Rwanda. She lives in Incheon, so I know she has a long ride ahead by taxi, or a long ride ahead with Empire. All signs pointed to us going somewhere to watch the midnight game, checks were paid, and off we went. Down I went to find a car as the ladies freshened up. This is when the message comes that Scarlet has been ill in the restroom, and is too embarrassed to say goodbye. I am given her number as a consolation prize, for which an apology later surfaces. Regardless of the truth, this was a let down and I believe it more likely to do with the fact that I reside here and was leaving the next day. I do not lie, so I am happy that manipulation was not deployed.

 

A brief snack around the corner and I'm spritely, solo, sober, and ready for more. Off to Tracks at 02:00. As you recall from Friday, Tracks is full of eager girls. It's tucked between two hotels, and I think it must be a fact that girls know visiting businessmen or pua leisure suit Larrys like myself will be wandering in for a tipple and a nipple. MyLittlePony waited until I received my drink to poison the well. I had felt her gaze - a short 8 with quite the tits (it's a thing for me at times), and a bookshelf ass. Imagine a black girl's body with a korean face and skin. Score. As I wander around the room, I eventually pause to check a message on my phone, and she's right beside me. 5 minutes of logistics, qualification, value, and attraction. Fresh out of a relationship, MLP needed to ride through the proverbial prairie that was my aging 4 star hotel room bed. Bounce away from her curious friends, outside, and after a short resistance to my carpe diem rhetoric, we are in my bedroom drinking soju off each other. This was an enthusiastic girl who loves being naked and appreciated my similar enthusiasm. Session after session until sunrise with lots of great conversation in between about what makes Korean girls tick. She was scared that I had been to North Korea and asked me if that's why I'd asked her last name (the real reason was to show I can write it in Korean:). I had pre-arranged late checkout so we could sleep in and fuck again. A rinse off for her in the shower, and as I had mine, another polite slip out with a handwritten note with little expectation of me doing anything for her in the future. This was a fun way to close my night.

 

Sunday Departure

 

3D had moved on to Daegu for business, so I'm now solo and MyLittlePony has squozen my babies out. I had a little time to hit Grill5Taco (Ripoff of Roy Choi's Kogi, but great korean tacos) and coffee smith before my flight, but a little exhausted from a hard hit scene and a good lay. Off from Gimpo airport, I opened up a few duty free counter girls as I knew they'd speak Chinese and find it fun. Yaji was selling ginseng tea at the first shop and I recommend one of you to fuck her.

 

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The Good

 

Lots of opening in situations that usually challenge me - really engaging counter girls instead of just being playful and smiley.

Did not go for the early 30s lays that my old self so easily seized that don't lead to fun productive regulars

More tactical approaches by day - self aware and going for girls that really give me the 'i want to meet you feeling'

More tactical approaches by night - I think I had some of the best targets in these clubs, made them smile and relax

Lots of solo game in mixed sets - I felt minimal social value and relied on charisma and body language. My buddy was a disaster of a wing and I chose not to just accept that and turn off my desire for the sake of just hanging out with him. I went with a purpose to play Contra with these gals, and I gave it a good go.

Identifying solid opportunities - My 2 lays were great, and while not girls I'd qualify as regulars, we also had some great chats that have helped me carve a better understanding of Korean gals

 

 

The Bad

 

Too many 7s and 8s - failed to go for Pearls at Glam when all else shared a similar apprehension.

Daygame and street game around the night market still quite reserved - we had some fun in Hongdae, but a little booze had been consumed at that point Seem to mentally use my height and size as an excuse rather than something to think out better body language in those approaches. I feel that coffeesmith was a wasted in opportunity to set up some fun dates.

Not isolating fast enough and allowing to pulled into too much qualification - the nice guy coming out

When approaching larger sets I struggle to come back from a first blow out - only once did I fight when getting Kimchi's number, which of course ultimately lead to jack shit.

 

Must Improve

 

Continuing to reduce booze as a crutch for 'feeling at ease' - I do enjoy it in and of itself, don't like to get 'wasted' too often, so I think it's an excuse more so than it actually helping

More 8s/9s/10s as my targets - in Chinese or English I feel I can do wonders and let language be too big of a mental excuse in Seoul

Having a deck of comforting instadates ready to transition to and balanced appropriately to the time of day that a gal is ready to do something else fun with me before sex

Not directly addressing shit tests - this is something I preach and have felt good at, but the 'but you don't even live here line' was one that tempted me to be dishonest. In general I'd prefer to deal with it by not acknowledging it and continuing a positive energy about our engagement, seize the time we have, and so forth.

 

In Summary

 

Seoul is a safe, clean, modern metropolis with outstanding food and many women happy to leave the conformist atmosphere around them. The best girls in Korea, in my opinion, will not be met in a booze-up environment and that's how I plan to approach it on my next visit.